Little Mountain of Rice (Kantai Collection WG)
Grrrooowwwl...
Akagi could feel her face going red as her tummy let out yet another unwelcome groan. This was the third time tonight Akagi found herself waking up due to a hunger headache, in spite of the fact that she already had two midnight 'snacks' today.
"I'm setting a terrible example..." Akagi thought as she reluctantly walked into the mess hall. It was no secret that Akagi's midnight snack raids were having quite the impact on her waistline. Her once trim stomach was now replaced with a thick layer of squishy fat that split open her gi, revealing her deep naval for all to see. Worse, she couldn't even wear her chest piece due to how tight it was against her blossoming bosom.
But thankfully, no one was in the cafeteria tonight to notice these embarrassing facts. As Akagi piled three rice bowls with rice, more rice in each bowl than three full grown men could eat, she rubbed her stomach in an attempt to calm it down. Seating herself at a table and setting her bowl in front of her, Akagi politely whispered, "Thanks for the meal," to no one in particular. Picking up her chopsticks, she dug in to her feast.
Akagi lowered her face to close the distance between her food and her mouth as she rapidly grabbed piles of rice and threw them in, only stopping to chew when her cheeks swelled like a chipmunk. Rice grains flew all over her clothes and face, but Akagi either pretended not to notice or didn't care, completely engrossed in enjoying her meal. Her stomach let out a satisfied moan as it slowly stretched outward in an oval shape, pressing up against her belt and further splitting open her gi, revealing some of her cleavage. Akagi's thighs were not spared from her gaining either, as they swelled beyond "thick poles" size and straight to "tree trunks," causing her leggings to rip slightly at the top.
As Akagi set her first finished bowl down in front of her, she clamped her hand over her mouth and let out an unexpected burp. "Urp! Ugh," Akagi groaned as she bashfully rubbed her swollen belly. "W-Why," she wondered out loud. "Why am I still so hungry?"
The growling of her stomach in its ceaseless demand to be fed was the only response. Sighing, Akagi slid her second bowl in front of her. It was useless to resist. That'd only make her stomach growl louder, waking her up due to hunger pains, and being awake would wake her teammates, and lack of sleep would cause all of them poor performance at sea missions... thus it was most efficient, for the benefit of the team, that Akagi always ate until she was full, no matter how much she had to eat to reach that point.
Or, at least, that's the excuse Akagi told herself every meal.
Akagi thrust more rice into her mouth before she could give herself time to think. More rice grains scattered to the floor and table, but Akagi paid it no mind as she steeled herself to finish her second bowl. As she piled on the food, she piled on the pounds. Her rear slowly filled up her skirt until it was a comfier seat than a chair cushion. It spilled over the sides of the chair. A large ripped seam spread down the sides of Akagi's leggings as her legs lost their spherical shape and dissolved into squishy mounds of flesh. Akagi's ovular belly surged out until it was the size of a volley ball, and her breasts grew until they were large, pleasantly shaped handfuls. Her gi was so spread apart that it barely covered her belly, and her breasts' deep cleavage was fully revealed. The impressive size of her belly was at odds with the tightness of her belt, causing the belt to painfully dig into her skin.
"Mmmm," Akagi moaned as she stuffed the last of the rice into her mouth. She slid her fingers between her belt and belly to try to alleviate the pain, yet her belly was so swollen she couldn't even do that. The weight of the armor plate attached to her belt only made the pain worse.
Yet Akagi had bigger problems. As she leaned forward to tend to her belt, her belly began to gurgle voraciously. Feeling a pressure rise from her stomach and up to her chest, Akagi instinctively opened her mouth.
"UUUUURP!!"
A long, embarrassingly loud belch surged out with all of Akagi's might, shaking the bowls on the cafeteria table from the sheer force. At the same time...
*Snap!*
The surge of pressure from her belly caused her belt to snap in two, hurling it towards the ground. Her armor plate smashed into the floor loudly, sending an echo throughout the room.
Akagi swallowed hard as a bead of sweat dripped down her cheek. While her stomach felt wonderful to have been freed from its burdens, both of gas and the belt, her embarrassment and shame kept her too preoccupied to notice. If the night watch had heard that noise...
"Is anyone there?! I heard a weird-!"
Naturally, the moment Akagi thought the she wanted to be left alone, someone had come dashing in. It was none other than Fubuki, Akagi's escort on missions and her biggest fan.
"A-Ah, Fubuki-chan!" Akagi cried as she stood up. The newfound weight from her rear and belly tipped her balance, causing her to fall onto the top of the table. Akagi's giant spheres she called breasts were suddenly shoved into her face, and her butt knocked into the chair behind her, tipping it over. With rice scattered all over her, and two empty bowls on the table, Akagi must have looked like a stuffed pig. Blushing furiously, Akagi said, "I-I can ex... Um...! I-It's late, y-you should be in bed! Ehehehe..."
Akagi didn't even know what she was saying as nothing but panic filled her mind. Fubuki had been staring at Akagi, wide eyed, flapping her mouth open and closed. Yet the sight of Akagi so desperate must of snapped her out of it, as Fubuki stepped forward and asked, "Akagi Senpai? Are, you, um... OK?"
Akagi swallowed hard as she looked away. "...No, Fubuki-chan. I..." Grabbing at her belly, Akagi squished it between her fingers. It felt like soft dough. "...I haven't been for a while now."
Akagi closed her eyes. It felt as though one of the Abyssals had just shot a torpedo straight through her heart. Knowing how much Fubuki had respected Akagi, and how happy Fubuki was when she became Akagi's escort just made her feel even worse. Akagi placed both her hands on top of her sizeable belly. It was large enough to effortlessly fill both her palms. No matter what excuse she used, or how much she tried to look away, that didn't change the fact that Akagi was no longer the respectable senpai she once was. No, now she was just a... a big, fat...
Suddenly, Akagi felt small hands rubbing and squishing her belly. Akagi opened her eyes and stood up. "H-Huh?!" she called out embarrassedly. "What are you doing, F-Fubuki-chan?"
The hands squished, folded, and prodded her belly slowly but resolutely, like a baker would when kneading fragile dough. "Um," Fubuki said behind her quietly. "I heard rubbing your stomach after a big meal helps with digestion, s-so..."
"Is that so...?" Akagi muttered stupidly as her face grew hot.
An awkward silence pervaded the room. Akagi tried to ignore how pleasant it felt to have her belly rubbed, but it was impossible. Squish. Rub. Poke. Fubuki's gentle touch both quelled Akagi's embarrassment and sent waves of pure bliss through her body. The small, fragile fingers were so tiny looking against Akagi's large mass of belly that Akagi couldn't help but find them adorable.
Suddenly, Fubuki whispered, "Akagi Senpai?" She wrapped her arms around Akagi's waist in a soft hug. "I'm still new here, so I don't really know what you're going through. But, well, if there's ever anything bothering you, I want you to tell me... OK?"
All of Akagi's worries melted away. Here Akagi was embarrassed and ashamed, yet all her friend could think about was how to help her feel better. Sometimes... it felt like Fubuki was Akagi's senpai. The thought made Akagi feel warm inside.
Looking over her shoulder, Akagi attempted to find the words to voice her gratitude. "Fubuki-chan, I... E-Eep!"
Fubuki's gentle rubs had turned into insistent tickling. Rubbing the tips of her fingers rapidly across Akagi's tummy's wide surface, Fubuki laughed, "Still, I know how much you love to eat, Akagi Senpai, but I never thought you liked it THIS much!"
Even though Akagi knew Fubuki was just being mischievous, her face turned bright red. "F-F-Fubu-pfffft! Ha, ha, p-please, I'm too-!"
Tickling even faster, Fubuki laughed gently, her voice ringing out like the sound of a beautiful wind chime in Akagi's mind. Tears formed in the corners of Akagi's eyes as she began to laugh happily too, the tingling pleasure from the tickling trumping her previous embarrassment. They smiled up at each other between fits of laughter.
Yet when one riles up a fat girl too much after eating, it's only natural that the built up pressure would release. Akagi's stomach released a loud gurgle before surging a powerful force up through Akagi's lungs. Taken off guard, Akagi threw open her mouth as wide as she possibly could, blasting out the biggest burp yet... right into Fubuki's unsuspecting ear.
"BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPPP!!"
Akagi could feel Fubuki shake from the sheer force, leering back and letting go of her grip on Akagi's belly. Clamping her hand over one ear, Fubuki closed her eyes, and scrunched up her eyebrows.
Akagi turned around, panicking as she let out leftover gas. "Fubuki-chan! I- *urp* s-so *buuurp* s-sor *URRRP!*" After putting her hand atop her chest and taking several deep breaths to subdue the strain, Akagi asked quietly, "Phew... Are you all right?"
Swallowing down the remaining gas, Akagi studied Fubuki's expression. The girl was blushing furiously, yet the corners of her mouth were turning upwards in a... smile?
Panicking due to the confusion, Akagi rambled, "Don't worry, Fubuki-chan! I'll go on a diet tomorrow, and I promise you, that will never happen a-"
"Ahahahaha!" Fubuki laughed as she wiped tears from her eyes. "H-Heh, what was THAT? I didn't realize a tummy could get that upset! It's a good thing I gave you rubs, huh?" Blinking several times, Akagi gave a small nod, blushing furiously. Why was Fubuki so cheerful after seeing Akagi like this? She's just trying to be nice, right?
Fubuki slid her hands under Akagi's gi, placing them on Akagi's belly. Resting her chin on top of Akagi's tummy, Fubuki began, "Ahhh, um, how to put this... It's kind of embarrassing." Fubuki beamed up at Akagi, her smile as bright and gentle as the sun's rays. "But nothing makes me happier than seeing you content, Akagi Senpai. And when you're eating from those hugs bowls of rice... the smile on your face is amazing. If eating makes you that happy, then I don't want you to stop. Please, continue doing what you enjoy, no matter what anyone says. If not for my sake, then for your own, Senpai."
Akagi could feel her face grow hot. "F-Fubuki-chan..."
"And, well..." Fubuki whispered, her voice barely audible. "...I always admired you, both as a teammate and as... as a woman. You're pretty, Senpai. And now... with you all big like this..." Taking her head off of Akagi's belly to turn away, Fubuki muttered as she glanced at the floor, "...I think you look even cuter. Like... a soft mountain of rice... or something... S-So, um, no matter what anyone says..." Gazing up at Akagi, Fubuki smiled shyly. "You'll always be beautiful to me."
It took a few moments for the meaning behind Fubuki's kind words to sink in. "O-Oh," Akagi muttered bashfully. As Akagi struggled to think of something meaningful to say, she recalled Fubuki's wish that Akagi did what gave her joy. Subconsciously, Akagi blurted, "Could you rub my belly one more time, Fubuki-chan?"
No sooner than the words left her mouth did Akagi clamp her hand over her mouth, her face beet red. Fubuki blinked in surprise, but quickly returned to her usual smile. "Of course, if that's what makes you happy, Akagi Senpai. Though, h-honestly..." Fubuki grabbed the sides of Akagi's belly and jiggled with all her might, causing Akagi to stumble from the shifting weight. "I kind of enjoy this too."
For the next few minutes, Akagi sat down on a chair as Fubuki graciously rubbed her belly. She rolled it into folds, squished, poked, hugged, and even kissed it a few times, all the while causing Akagi to burp and hiccup. Neither of them would admit it, but they were in their own slice of heaven just then.
"Mmm," Fubuki said as she released Akagi's belly from what must have been the hundredth hug. "I only just noticed, but..." Fubuki slid her finger into Akagi's naval, causing Akagi to let out a cry. "You have a really cute bellybutton...!"
Akagi's naval was very deep, yet it was so squished together that it was barely wider than two fingers. This squished state caused a few dimples to form around it. Fubuki ignored them though as she continued to poke at the inside of Akagi's naval.
"F-Fubuki-chan, that's-! Ahhh...!"
The pressure of pushing against Akagi's belly caused yet another force to rise up to Akagi's lungs. Just as Akagi was about to quietly swallow it down, she remembered that Fubuki told her to do whatever made her happiest, no matter what others said. In that case...
As Fubuki poked Akagi's naval once more, sending up an even stronger wave of pressure, Akagi threw her head back, opened her mouth wide, and let out a loud, elongated burp.
"UUUUUUOOOORRRPPP!!"
The ceiling fan overhead shook precariously from the sound waves, along with the table and bowls on top of it. Fubuki stopped rubbing to stare at Akagi in pure shock. "W-W... Whoa..." was all she could muster.
Placing her hands atop her tummy, Akagi gave a hearty belly laugh. Seeing Fubuki's flabbergasted expression made it all worth it, and her belly felt softer and squishier than ever with all the gas finally out of its system.
Slowly smiling, Fubuki asked, "Well... Akagi Senpai. How was it? Did you, um... have fun following my advice? Are you happy?"
Rubbing the top of Fubuki's head, Akagi cooed, "Yes, Fubuki-chan. I... I was becoming unsure of myself. Certain I was a slave to my eating habits. But... you gave me my confidence back, and
for that, I am truly grateful." Fubuki gave a small nod, her cheeks tinted red. "And, well..." Staring at the ground, Akagi mumbled, "I can't say I didn't have fun too."
Grinning, Fubuki reached her hand towards the table. "Then... Now that we cleared up room in there," Fubuki teased as she poked Akagi's belly. "Ready for round three?"
Fubuki's hand was on the third bowl of rice Akagi prepared for herself, trembling with anticipation. If Akagi gave in now, she likely would lose any sense of restraint she had. Fubuki would easily wrap her around her finger, and she'd be swayed to eat as much as Fubuki wanted her too. Not to mention be rubbed as much as Fubuki wanted to rub her.
But...
Was that really so bad?
Her stomach growling, Akagi chirped, "I wouldn't mind a third bowl at all."
***
Five months later, Akagi and Fubuki officially became a couple. The two had what was called a 'strange yet charming,' relationship by their teammates; Fubuki cooked and fed for Akagi's ceaselessly hungry stomach, and, thanks to Fubuki's spoiling her, Akagi had recently hit 342 pounds as a result.
Akagi had taken on a large apple shape that left her as wide as an average doorframe. Yet her belly and rear were exceptions to the rule. Her tummy stuck out a good foot farther from her frame, often making it hard to sit at tables. Her butt was a large, perky and curvy mass that stuck out a foot and a half from her back, which made it impossible to sit at a chair. Nowadays, Akagi had to improvise by sitting at a mat for meals. Not that she minded; so long as it was Fubuki that was feeding her, she'd eat anywhere, anyhow.
Yet Akagi was too large and cumbersome to be of tactical use to her team anymore. Instead, she and Fubuki had their own private chambers where they lived together, at Fubuki's insistence, of course. While it may seem unconventional, the thought that Fubuki could go home to her girlfriend Akagi after missions motivated her, causing her performance during missions to skyrocket.
Yet if Fubuki kept up her current pace, soon she too would be unable to attend missions. Fubuki recently hit 200 pounds of pure pot belly gain. The ball of fluff Fubuki and Akagi had taken to calling "the rice bowl to Akagi's rice mountain," stuck out fourteen inches from Fubuki's otherwise petite frame, causing her to look pregnant with triplets. This was all due to Akagi's recent "reverse feeding" idea, where Akagi would feed Fubuki large meals instead of the other way around. The two took to switching every day who would feed who, causing their weight to mutually pack on at an alarming pace.
"URRRP, ohhh," Fubuki moaned as she put down a licked clean bowl of rice onto the cafeteria table. "That's the last of it, Akagi Senpai."
Smiling, Akagi grabbed Fubuki's protruding love handles. ("E-Eep!") "Ha, you'd think it was my day to feed YOU, Fubuki-chan! How many spoonfuls did you sneak, hm?"
"I-I don't *urp* know what you're talking about...!" Half closing her eyes, Akagi smiled at Fubuki. Gulping, Fubuki averted her gaze. "F... Fourteen..."
"Goodness," Akagi said as she shook her head. "That's nearly an entire bowlful!" Squeezing Fubuki's doughy belly, Akagi cooed, "It seems like you're the one who needs a belly rub this time."
"*urp* please," Fubuki pleaded. "*belch*, s-stop rubbing so *BUUURP* h-hard! You know I don't like burping!"
"Yet you love to burp me, don't you?"
"Nngh, that's different, Akagi Senpai. Yours are so much cuter. Mine just sound manly..."
Suddenly, Akagi's belly let out a loud, extended growl. *guuuuuu...* Glancing at the ground, Fubuki sad, "I guess I shouldn't have taken a bowl from you, huh...? I'm sorry..."
Akagi smiled. "It's fine, Fubuki-chan. We can eat another bowl together."
Standing up, Fubuki said, "I can't wait to stuff my little rice mountain some more!"
As Akagi and Fubuki's bellies growled simultaneously, Akagi said with a bashful smile as a bead of sweat dripped down her head, "I don't think it's accurate to call either of us a 'little' anything anymore...!"
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(Not So) Little Belt Busters! (Little Busters WG)
"Phew, that's the last of them. Good work, everyone."
Setting down a box of food with his good arm, Kengo muttered, "Though I fear it will all have been for naught."
The male members of the Little Busters, a group of childhood friends turned baseball team, were gathered in the school cafeteria. The long table in front of them was filled with an assortment of snack foods. The foods had labels like, 'Low calories!', 'A Healthier Alternative', and 'Low sodium', written on them. Stuttering, Riki, the unwilling leader of the team, voiced his thoughts. "Um, Kyousuke? What exactly are we trying to accomplish here? These foods aren't really, um, something I'd expect the girls to eat."
While that may have seemed like an unwarranted comment, in truth, it was undeniable. Ever since Komari, a sweets loving Little Busters member, suggested that they follow their daily baseball practice sessions with sweets parties, the girl members had put on weight. A lot of weight. In the span of a month, they had tripled their previous weight from fit to fat, while the boys were left to watch them in stupefied shock.
Considering candy was the culprit, low carb foods were the last thing a sane person would think to feed these girls. But Kyousuke was no such person. "Isn't the reason obvious," Kyousuke asked with an eyebrow raised. "I asked to be put in charge of today's sweets party for a very specific reason, Riki."
Masato chimed in, "To make them finally pack on some muscles?" The look in the muscle fanatic's eyes were shining so brightly it almost hurt to point out how utterly stupid his statement was.
Sighing as he read the back of a '100% fruit, 50% less fat' fruit snacks bag, Riki guessed, "You want them to lose weight without them realizing it?"
Putting his hand on Riki's shoulder, Kyousuke nodded. "Mm. Through this method, we'll help them unexpectedly lose weight and avoid hurting their feelings. I call it; Little Busters' Mission Belly Busters!" Closing out his eyes and puffing out his chest, Kyousuke said dramatically, "Now, watch as the fruits of our labor pay off when the girls arrive!"
"I can almost hear Kyousuke muttering, 'Mission Failed,' an hour from now," Riki complained under his breath.
"Uwah, did I make it in time?!" a high pitched voice rang out.
Turning, Riki gave a nod. "Yeah, don't..." Swallowing hard, Riki blinked several times. "...Worry."
"Mm, thank you, Riki-kun!" Komari said with a bright smile. No matter how many times Riki saw her, her presence was as awe inspiring as ever.
Komari gained the fastest of the girls due to her sweets loving nature, and it showed. The girl was wide enough to take up an entire bathroom stall. Her belly was especially enormous; a huge, flabby mass that reached her knees. It folded once, forming a small roll atop a roll so large it looked like a bean bag. Said second roll pushed up Komari's sweater, exposing her deep, stretched out naval. The legs that supported this heavy burden were nothing but thick, shapeless rolls stacked atop one another, creating countless creases and dimples around her knees. The top of her socks had rips along the sides. More impressively, Komari's breasts were large ovals that rested atop her belly's first roll, suspending them enough to partially cover Komari's face. Speaking of her face, Komari's cheeks grew soft and squishy, and her neck formed a protruding double chin.
Holding up a bag, Komari declared, "I didn't want anyone to miss out on any! I'm so relieved~" Komari heaved a sigh, causing her bulbous breasts to jiggle slightly.
"What's in the bag, Kamikita-san?" Letting out an involuntary gasp, Riki added, "Wait, don't tell me..."
"Uh-huh," Komari nodded, sending ripples through her double chin. "It's pancakes! There wasn't enough last time, so I made sure to bring lots and lots!" As she said this, Komari piled four large plastic containers filled with pancakes onto the table. Subconsciously, she pushed aside the healthy snacks to make room. Kyousuke winced.
As Kengo turned his head to the side and snorted, Kyousuke struggled to speak. "A-Ah, well, that is..."
"Eh? What's that thing?" Masato blurted as he pointed at Komari's arm.
It seems a large metal rod with a leather cover was nestled under Komari's arm. "Oh, this?" Komari asked as she set it down. "It's a chair! I thought the cafeteria chairs had shrunk too much, so I brought my own!" As she folded it out, it became clear that the 'chair' was a fold out, small sized love seat, as it had two cushions instead of one. Komari plopped down on it and scooted closer to the table. "Want to sit it too? Um..." Komari frowned down at the chair, smooshing her double chin. The chair creaked loudly from the strain, and the leather was bowing ridiculously where she sat. Her love handles brushed up against the arm rests. "Aw, there's no room..."
"Uwaaaah!" Masato cried. "That chair has more muscles than me!!"
Kengo put his hand over his mouth and turned away, his shoulders shaking violently. As a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, Riki affirmed, "Y-You may be right about that..."
Kyousuke cleared his throat exaggeratedly. "A-Ahem, anyway, I prepared food as promised. Please, try some of mine before-"
"W-Wafuuuuuu!" a childlike voice shouted. "Did you start without me?!"
"Ah, Kud, there you-uwah!"
Riki's greeting turned into a yelp as the short and stout Kud tripped and fell on top of him. Their bodies smashed into the ground, Kud's heavy weight only serving to make the impact even stronger. Though Riki's back screamed in pain, his front was... less so.
Kud's large, incredibly fluffy belly was buried into Riki's face. "Wah! N-Naoe-san, are you all right?!" As Kud flailed around in a fruitless attempt to stand, Kud's belly smooshed and squished Riki's face. His head was assaulted by softness from all directions. Despite how much it hurt to have the 400 pound girl lying on top of him, Riki couldn't help but think he didn't much mind this situation.
"Mmmf," came Riki's hopelessly muffled reply.
"Ally-oop! Nngh!" Thankfully (or was it unfortunately?), Masato and Kengo each grabbed Kud by the arm and pulled her up. As they did, Riki caught a glance of Kud's belly from a ground view. Or rather, it was the only thing he could see; Kud's belly stuck out nineteen inches in front of her frame, after all. It was a single, smooth ball of flesh without any dimples or rolls to speak of, so it looked like a giant blob of peach from Riki's current view.
Kud pressed her arms into her belly and leaned forward, trying to see Riki's face from under her. Yet there was simply too much mass to move, so all she accomplished was squishing her own belly a lot. "Um, Naoe-san, are you OK? Does it hurt at all?"
Holding his head, Riki sat up with a nervous smile. "H-Hah, I'm fine, don't worry."
Masato rubbed sweat off his forehead onto his sleeve. "Whew, you gotta watch where you're going, Little Kuu."
Poking the tips of her fingers together, Kud murmured, "I'll try..."
...Masato still called her Little Kuu after all that?
As he stood up, Riki glanced down at his would-be-suffocator (for she was a head shorter than him despite her width). Indeed, Kud's belly was enormous; it stuck out the unbelievable earlier mentioned 19 inches from her body, hanging just above her knees. Rather than taking on an ovular, folded shape like Komari's, Kud's belly was a giant sphere of bouncy flesh. While her hips flared outward around her waist to encompass this, they thinned out slightly around Kud's legs. Said legs were very thick and curvy at her thighs, yet her calves and shin were thin enough to make it a marvel that they could support Kud's girth. While Kud's breasts were, oddly, still as flat as they were before she let herself go, her arms were another story. Her forearms in particular were large and flabby, even bigger than the size of a large ham. Their enormity made it impossible for Kud to rest her arms at her sides, so they always hung slightly away from her person. This caused the flab around her armpits to squish and protrude out no matter what she wore. Riki would never admit it, but he found the way that the flab jiggled as she waddled her arms when walking from place to place to be very charming.
"Ah, Kud-chan," Komari called, waving. "Come sit with me! I brought pancakes~!"
"Yahoo, pahncahke-desu!" Kud exclaimed happily in Engrish as she ran up to Komari, forgetting her embarrassment as quickly as it came.
Kyousuke called, "Kud, until the others arrive, would you like to help yourself to these snacks I-"
"Now, now, Kyousuke," Kengo lectured. "It's very rude to limit her like that. Perhaps she wants to eat the food she brought with her?" Smirking, Kengo held up two white boxes.
"W-Wha...!?"
"Ah! You caught them, mhank mhew!" Kud said with a bow. Well, at least she tried to bow. More like she leaned slightly forward, pressing her head and torso into her girth, causing her belly to squish around her thighs and her own face, muffling her voice. In spite of himself, Riki's heart began to beat a little faster at the sight.
Kengo set them down on the table in front of Kud as she explained in a joyful rush, "I wasn't going to bring anything, but she said I should, and my dog Strelka smelled this wonderful smell and when I saw them I couldn't resist and so, and, so, and so, and so..." Opening the two boxes, Kud exclaimed, "I bought two large cakes!"
Large was right! The cakes, one vanilla and one chocolate, were multi-layered, each one almost big enough to be a wedding cake.
After seating herself in the chair right of Komari, Kud tried to scoot in. "Mmph." Yet her belly refused to cooperate, pushing itself against the table and squishing around its edge, leaving Kud at least fourteen inches away. Used to being unable to sit at tables properly anymore, Kud paid no heed. Instead, she pushed her cake boxes further on the table, unintentionally shoving Kyousuke's healthy snack foods even farther away. Once again speaking in Engrish, Kud chirped, "I can't wait to start eahting-desu!"
Upon hearing the word 'eating,' Kud's stomach let out a low, gutteral growl. *GruuUUUUuun...* "W-Wafuuuu..." Kud cried as she embarrassedly rubbed her belly, her hands sinking into the softness as she did.
Komari said happily as she patted Kud's stomach, "Don't worry, Tummy-san! You'll get to eat lots soon!" No sooner than Komari said so did her own stomach let out a long growl. "E-Eheheheh..." she laughed sheepishly as she rested her hand on it.
"Oh? Is that the sound of the thirsty hunger of a beautiful maiden I hear?"
Having seeming to materialize into existence, Riki turned around to see Kurugaya standing with one arm crossed across her chest while she rubbed her chin. "Umu, indeed I was right. What a sight this is!"
"Ah, Yui-chan," Komari called. "Come sit and have lunch with us!"
After flinching upon hearing her nickname, Kurugaya shook her head. "As much as it anguishes me to turn down the offer of a cute girl such as yourself, I must decline as always."
"Aww," Komari pouted, sticking out her already puffy cheeks. The sight looked like an overstuffed chipmunk.
It was no surprise Komari was turned down. Kurugaya was the only female Little Busters member to not have gained any weight since this fiasco began. Whenever Riki asked why she didn't enjoy the parties by eating with the other girls, Kurugaya would give a hearty laugh and say, "Shonen, it's far more fun to observe cuteness than to take part, otherwise all those R18 eroge games you play during the deep, dark hours of the night would be meaningless, yes?" Not that Riki played any R18 games, but Kurugaya was always off the wall with her teasing.
"More importantly, Kyousuke-shi, why would you provide such meager offerings to these goddesses?" Kurugaya demanded, taking on a dark tone. "Surely you know they require much greater sacrifices to quench their thirst."
"I dunno why he bothered either," Masato said as he crossed his arms and closed his eyes in an attempt to look dignified. "Those cakes look GOOD."
Nodding with a smirk on his face, Kyousuke explained, "Ah, yes. It's all part of the Little Busters' latest plan. I call it, the Little-"
"Oh Komari-Max, Kuu-chan, " Kurugaya called, cutting Kyousuke off. "Here." Kurugaya tossed them several candy wrapped in rolls, her hair flaring behind her. As the tips of her mouth curved upwards into a proud smile, sparkles glinted around her. "Gifts for the good little children. Ho, ho, ho."
"Uwaah! Candy! Thank you, Yui-chan!"
"Wafuuu! Eet's a ghood preshent-desu!"
As the girls greedily grabbed their candy with their grubby fingers, huge smiles formed on their faces.
Kurugaya cast a sidelong glance at Kyousuke over her shoulder. He merely stood in silence, his head lowered. "Heh. Victory."
"Since when was this a competition...?" Riki wondered aloud.
"If it was, Kyousuke-san would have lost a long time ago," a quiet voice declared somewhere behind Riki.
"Oh, Nishizono-saaaan" Kud cried out. "Sit here-desu!"
"I would think Rin-san would want to sit with Kamikita-san," Mio declined as she approached a seat opposite of Kud.
Riki couldn't help but stare at Mio, who arguably had the most unique gain of the girls. While her ovular belly only stuck out seven inches, and her breasts were a bit smaller than Komari's, her width was incredible; her frame, widest of all the girls, nearly reached six feet thanks to her incredible hips. Around Mio's three feet diameter waist, her hips made an immediate and dramatic curve, extending a whole other foot and a half on each side. These perfectly spherical hips gave way to chunky yet firm legs that were thick enough to offer plenty support for her bursting butt. Speaking of which, Mio's rear was the most impressive aspect of all. "Mm?" Noticing one of the candy rolls Kurugaya threw on the floor, Mio turned and bent over, her hand outstretched. Riki gasped as he was graced with a clear shot of her rear. Mio's butt bulged out from her body an unbelievable sixteen inches. Each perfectly round cheek was the size of a full blown beach ball, with only a few rolls forming around her crack due to each cheek's flab being pushed up against itself. In fact, Mio's scandalously short skirt was useless, as it didn't even cover a third of the sight. Mio's pure white, lacy panties were in plain view, with most of it hopelessly buried within her crack. Only two small triangles of the panties were unearthed, poking out of the top and bottom.
Suddenly, Mio straightened and tried to reach for her skirt with haste, but her arms couldn't reach around her rear. Instead, she wound up squishing her arms into her butt fat so deeply that they were almost completely buried. Several rolls formed around Mio's arms, bobbing up and down as she shifted. Glancing at Riki over her shoulder, Mio's mouth curved into a tight frown as she ever so slightly arched her eyebrows, her face tinted red. Their eyes met, and Riki looked away. If he were entirely honest with himself, he would have admitted that he wanted to continue to stare at Mio's cute, blushing face as she wrested with her mighty rear, whether she approved or not.
"Umu, a beautiful sight," Kurugaya mused as she nodded. "I could gaze at it all day. Don't you agree, Shonen?"
"E-Eh?!" Riki yelped. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"It's not good to lie."
Mio silently and dignity pulled out a chair opposite of Komari. Closing her eyes and placing six white boxes on the table, Mio announced, "It was insisted that I bring something, so I decided upon donuts. Is that acceptable?"
"Yaaaay, donuts!"
Komari and Kud hastily placed the boxes around the table, throwing them open and calling out all the flavors they wanted to try. Which, of course, was all of them. "W-Wait, six boxes?" Riki blurted as he finished counting them. "Doesn't that brand pack a dozen per box?! You bought 72 donuts?!"
Closing her eyes, Mio corrected indifferently, "78. They sell a baker's dozen. I wanted enough for everyone."
"But, Nishizono-san, I don't think I've ever seen you share the donuts you bring..."
Mio looked away and said nothing, but Riki thought he saw of the tips of her ears turn red.
Kud called, "Um, Kyousuke-san? Could you move-" Holding his head in his hand, Kyousuke silently pushed his healthy snack bags to the corner of the table. "Ah, thank you! It's like you read my mind! Are you a pssikick-desu?"
"Ha, ha... If... If only that was why..." Kyousuke muttered as he shook his head.
"Well, then," Mio said as she sat down on her chair, once again tugging on her skirt. The cafeteria chairs were similar to standard issue desk chairs, which had the back's bottom half open, and two bars supporting the top half. Mio's rear filled up the open space between the half easily, hugging and burying the metal rods much like they had Mio's arms. Mio wriggled and reared her butt backwards in an attempt to dig further into the open part, only resulting in sending waves of flab movement across her rear. Yet even then, each of Mio's butt cheeks were suspended half off the chair, squishing around the edges.
Suddenly, the chair let out a loud, pained groan. "Eh?" Mio's eyes widened ever so slightly as she looked down. The chair legs wobbled like mad, and the seat underneath her shook as though suffering from an earthquake. As blush crept up Mio's face, she struggled to find the words to say in this situation. "A-Ah...!"
Kengo shouted, "Mio, it's going to-!"
*CRASH!*
The four chair legs snapped off simultaneously, rocketing across the room. Mio surged backwards, her butt smacking into the ground with an audible *bwooosh!*, sending ripples through her butt fat. "Nngh!"
Masato asked as the guys ran up to her, "Whoa, are you all right?!"
Sheepishly rubbing her sore butt, Mio looked away. "I'm fine..." Suddenly, Mio's hand stopped rubbing. "Eh?" Glancing over her shoulder, Mio's eyes widened. Her rear was still trapped between the bars of the chair and it's top half, the only part to survive. Her face turning redder than an apple, Mio stuttered, "A-A-Ahhhh...!"
"Yahaha, it worked even better than I hoped!" a cheerful voice laughed.
Saigusa shoved Riki aside as she lumbered towards Mio. Grinning as she ogled her like one would a zoo animal, Saigusa chirped, "You fell for it-literally, ha! I loosened the screws in the chair you usually sat in to ensure you entered with a bang! But wow," Saigusa added as she poked at Mio's butt with her foot, causing it to jiggle slightly. "I never thought you'd get stuck!"
Saigusa's gain was rather favorable to her figure. Most of the weight went straight to her legs, causing her thighs and calves to swell considerably. Their curves were accentuated by her trademark the knee high stockings' horizontal stripe pattern. Each leg was nearly as thick as two trees, and their sheer size caused Saigusa's thighs to brush up against each other whenever she walked. Her hips were just wide enough to accommodate her legs, and her belly was, oddly, nearly flat. It was just a thickened layer of squishy fat spread across a wide, but otherwise flat stomach. Her breasts weren't quite Komari's size, but they were a little larger than Mio's. With no belly to obscure them, they hung out in plain sight, bouncing and swaying with Saigusa's every movement. And considering how energetic the girl was despite her size, they bounced quite a lot.
"Kya!," Mio cried as Saigusa continued to fondle her with her feet.
Kengo put his hand on Saigusa's shoulder, pushing her back. "That's quite enough from you. Any more of this and Nishizono-san is liable to faint." Kengo jutted his jaw towards Mio's face. Her eyes were swirling around in her head, and she was a deeper shade of crimson than Riki had ever seen her.
"Che, fine," Saigusa snapped. "I'll help her up instead!"
"Uwah?!" Saigusa firmly placed both of her feet on each of Mio's butt cheeks. Considering how thick her legs were, it must have hurt quite a bit, even with Mio's cushioning.
"Saigusa-?!" Kyousuke blurted in shock, reaching out his hand.
But it was too late. Saigusa was pulling on the two bars of the chair wedged within Mio's rear, leering back and forth as she cried, "Heave, ho!" like she were a lumberjack carrying his haul. As she did so, the force caused Saigusa's thigh fat and breasts to wobble like mad, while Mio's butt was sent into violent jiggle fits. Mio simply clenched her fists, squeezed her eyes shut, and said nothing as her face turned a brighter and brighter shade of red, utterly helpless before Saigusa's assault.
Finally, after one last tug, Saigusa yanked the chair back out. "Yahoo! Mission-w-whoa!" Saigusa flung herself backwards from the force, landing flat on her back. Staring up at the other Little Busters' glares and tight frowns, she could only muster a, "Y-Yahahaha... At least it's over now?"
Mio let out a quiet whimper as she rubbed her rear, too upset to worry about it being exposed for all the boys to see. Two red indentations were clearly visible where the chair had been stuck. As wonderful as the sight of Mio in this state was, Riki couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Brushing off her skirt, Saigusa stood up and said, "Wheew, that was fun! So what'd you guys bring? I was too busy destroying the ch-er, getting ready-to bring any food."
Kyousuke's eyes glistened as he dived for one of his healthy snack bags, knocking several off the table in the process. "Thiiiiis!" he cried. Holding it up, he declared, "Not only is it rich in vitamin A, B, C, Q, W, L, and even, er, T, this fruit snack is a healthy way to eat while on the go! Low in calories and-"
"Eh? Are you trying to impersonate some commercial or something?" Saigusa inquired as she picked her ear. "Wait-OHHHH, you're making a joke!" Saigusa said while nodding. "Ya gotta try harder. Food isn't something to joke about with growing girls!" Turning away from Kyousuke, who was clenching the wrapper so tightly that it tore, Saigusa asked, "What'd you bring, Komari-chan?"
"I brought pancakes again~" Komari said happily as she held up a container.
"Yeaaaah! That's the stuff! I knew I could count on you!" Saigusa yelled, smacking Komari on the shoulder.
Punching her fist into her palm, Saigusa shouted, "Ah, I just remembered!" After pushing away Kud's cake boxes with the back of her arm, Saigusa kicked off a shoe and laid her leg on the table. Riki swallowed hard as he looked up and down her leg, admiring the clearer view of it. Her thighs formed a thick, perfect cylinder down to her knee. Her knee itself was covered by her stocking, but even then, Riki could see several deep dimples had formed around it. Her calve was a long curve down to her ankles, which were smooth and dimpleless. Even her toes were pudgy and flabby, with barely any wiggle room between each toe. Yet the sight of Saigusa attempting to wiggle her flabby toes was nonetheless charming.
"I ripped one of my stockings earlier," Saigusa said as she pointed to the top of her stocking, which indeed had a long tear that cut halfway down her leg. "I guess it saw the leg its brother was covering and screamed, 'I want outta this gig!' then decided to self-destruct during gym!" Flashing a cheesy grin, Saigusa nodded her head at Riki. "You wanna sew it back up, Riki-kun? You'd certainly been looking at 'just the rip for quite a while now."
First Kurugaya, and now Saigusa? "N-No, no, no," Riki shook his head, holding up his palms. "Y-You should have one of the other girls look at it!"
"Umu," Kurugaya affirmed. "I would love to."
"Whoa, Anego?! You were here all this time?!"
"Wherever a beautiful maiden dwell, I will always be lurking in the shadows," Kurugaya responded coolly.
"T-That's cool, but it kinda makes me wanna not trust you with my leg... Or anything in general..."
"What's this supposed to be," a cat-like voice complained. "This crap looks like exactly what I'd expect that stupid brother of mine to try to feed us," Rin added as she chucked one of the healthy bars over her shoulder.
Standing up so fast her breasts and double chin jiggled, Komari called while waving, "Rin-chaaaan! I saved you a seat!"
"Wafuuu! Rin-san's here! Now we can start eating!"
Mio merely looked over her shoulder to nod at Rin, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly upon making eye contact.
Kyousuke put his hand on Rin's shoulder, stopping her from walking. "Now, Rin, is that any way to treat something your beloved Onii-chan bought just for you?"
Shaking free of his grasp, Rin shot back, "Yes when it's crap, no I'll never call you 'Onii-chan,' and you probably bought it for all the girls, not just me." Putting her hands on her hips, Rin snapped, "It's part of some stupid plot to make us lose weight."
"W-Well, you make it sound so-"
"You wanted me to bond with girls, right? Make friends with them? Well, this is our way of bonding, and we like it just fine."
Faced with that, Kyousuke took a step back, muttering, "M-Mission failed," as sweat trickled down his forehead.
...Called it, Riki thought.
Rin turned to Riki and smiled. "You should be more like Riki. He doesn't care no matter how fat we get, right, Riki?"
"Oh, uh, yeah! Of course not! B-Bigger is best, right?"
Masato crossed his arms. "That's only true for muscles," he mumbled.
Satisfied, Rin nodded.
Rin's gain was the most evenly distributed of the bunch. Her belly stuck out six inches in front of her, and her hips were wide enough to make her frame two and a half feet in diameter. Her ovular rear protruded eight inches behind her, riding up her skirt just barely enough to reveal a hint her black panties. Her legs were thick and firm, taking on an appealing cylinder shape. Yet they were not wide enough to rub her thighs together when walking. The girl's oval-shaped breasts were smaller than Mio's, but managed to outshine Ku'ds at least. A double chin had formed around Rin's neck, wrapping around her head like a scarf. Her cheeks had puffed up quite a bit, to the point where it looked like they were swollen from some sort of reaction, yet they weren't swollen quite enough to form dimples around her mouth.
"Well, I said I don't mind getting fat," Rin corrected. "But one thing really annoys me about all this." After sneaking up behind Komari, Rin thrust her hands under Komari's armpits to grab her boobs.
"Uwah, Rin-chan?!" Komari cried.
As she squeezed, poked, and smooshed Komari's bulbous boobs together, causing many folds and dimples to form and unform, Rin remarked, "Why did so much of your fat go to your boobs, and mine aren't even that much bigger than Kud-chan?"
"Uuuuu," Kud whimpered as she felt her flat chest. "At least it's a little poofier-desu..."
"Nngh, it's not fair," Rin whined as she gave one last tight squeeze. Komari's breast fat seeped out between each of Rin's fingers, the rolls nearly covering them completely. Rin lifted Komari's breasts slightly, making Riki realize that Komari's breasts were even bigger than he thought; they were at least seven inches tall apiece!
As her stomach let out a noisy *groooWWWLLL*, Rin let go of Komari to give her belly a hearty pat. Sitting down next to her, Rin asked, "So we gonna start eating now? My belly's screaming!"
"M-Mm," Komari stuttered. "Let's dig in, everyone~!"
"Thahnk yuu for the fhood-desu!"
"Yes, thank you for the food," Mio agreed as she sat at a new seat, this time across from Kud.
"Woohoo! Time to refuel these thunder thighs!"
"All right," Rin said as she shoved the rest of Kyousuke's snacks onto the ground, plopping down bags of round candies with an "S" in the center in their place. "Let's eat!"
It was quite the sight to behold.
All five girls tore into their food as though they'd been starving for days. A veritable mountain of pancakes were stacked on top of Komari's plate. The cheery girl proceeded to douse them with both strawberry juices. Picking up her fork, Komari shoved a whole pancake into her mouth, not bothering to cut it up first. Strawberry juice dribbled down her chin and onto her breasts. "Mmmm... Nnh." Komari put her hand atop her breasts, ignoring the juice wetting her hand, to let out a fit of burps. "*urp*, ah, *oorp*, mm... *Buwrp!* Phew." After swallowing hard, Komari grabbed another pancake with her bare hands and forced it into her mouth. "Mmmmmm..."
Kud, at least, picked up a cutting knife. But instead of cutting a slice of her multi-layered cake, she simply used the knife to pick up the top layer of both cakes and pile them on her plate. Then she leaned forward against the table as best she could despite her belly, stabbing a piece of cake and shoving the fork into her mouth repeatedly, not bothering to chew. After her cheeks swelled to twice their size, Kud leaned back and chewed a few times before swallowing. Upon suddenly clamping both of her hands across her mouth, Kud released a muffled burp. "*UrrrrrRRRP!* The force of her burp caused a button to go flying off her uniform with a *snap!* As her belly jiggled and surged forward, enjoying its newfound freedom, Kud cried, "W-Wah! I'm sorry, everyone!" After noticing that no one even looked up from their meals, Kud resumed eating with renewed vigor.
The way Mio ate her donuts was almost cartoonish in its ridiculousness. Holding aloft three donuts in her one hand, Mio grabbed several more with her free hand and tried to shove as many as she could into her mouth. She managed to bite off one and a half of them, causing crumbs to spill all over the table and her clothes. When she managed to swallow, she raised her head slightly to let out an obnoxiously loud burp. "*UUOOOOOORRPP!* ...Phew," Mio remarked as she calmly wiped her face with a napkin. "Excuse me." She must not have been very sorry, because she grabbed several more donuts and continued to do the same thing, burping in the same manner after every time she swallowed.
Saigusa also chose pancakes, but hers were covered with syrup. A large mixing bowl sat next to her pancake plate, full of even more syrup. Grabbing two pancakes with her hand, Saigusa dumped them into the bowl and submerged them completely, like one might a dish when washing it by hand. Then she lifted them up, the pancakes heavy and soggy from absorbing the sugary liquid like a sponge. Saigusa shoved the mess completely into her mouth, getting syrup all over her fingers and cheeks. After chewing a bit, Saigusa muttered, "Needs more!" and grabbed the mixing bowl. Pouring syrup into her mouth like she were drinking water from a cup, Saigusa let out a few moans. "MMMMMmmmm~!" After slamming the bowl down and licking her lips, Saigusa cupped her hands around her mouth and let out a magnified burp. "*BWOOOAPP!* Whew, that's what I'm talking about," she declared proudly as she licked her fingers.
Rin had dumped her candies into a bowl, and was using a tablespoon to feed herself as though they were a cereal. At first glance, her bowl seemed to even be filled with milk. Yet in fact, it was a sugary frosting normally applied to cakes or donuts. Rin's huge grin as she lapped up her makeshift cereal made it clear that she preferred her use of the frosting. Her haphazard haste to fill her spoon caused some of the frosting to spill onto the table, but Rin paid no mind as she stuffed her mouth with three spoonfuls. Upon swallowing, Rin threw her head back and let out a burp of her own. "*BWURP!* Mm," Wiping her frosted covered mouth on her sleeve, Rin taunted, "How's that for manners, stupid Aniki?" After piling more 'cereal' onto her spoon than it could possibly fit, Rin schooched closer to the table.
Riki found his eyes wandering between each of them, his heart pounding from the sight. Meanwhile, Kyousuke was sitting at another table, resting his head on his cheek. His arms crossed and head raised, Kengo was laughing heartily at the sight of such a soundly defeated Kyousule. Masato, on the other hand, was picking up the fallen healthy snacks and eating them one by one. "Mm, these rice crackers aren't so bad! And if I eat enough of them, my muscles will go crazy...!"
"Shonen," Riki heard Kurugaya call from behind him.
"A-Ah, yes," Riki asked, not averting his gaze from the girls' dinner party.
"Mind telling Onee-san..." Stepping into Riki's view, Kurugaya continued, "...Which of these lovely, lardy ladies if your favorite?"
"H-Huh?! I don't-!"
"Hu, hu, hu, you can't hide anything from Onee-san. You've been gazing at them like a hungry animal ever since they first started gaining, haven't you?"
"...Well, maybe," Riki said as he lowered his head, his face burning hot.
"So? Is it the charmingly sweet Komari Max, whose large breasts are the envy of every girl on campus? Or Little Kuu, the girl with a belly big enough to bury a man alive? Mio, and her impressive rear that could eclipse even the sun? Maybe Haruka, with legs curvier than any supermodel? Or even Rin, with her pudgy face and a little of everything?"
Just hearing a description of them made Riki tremble. "I-I don't... they... Well, she's..." Swallowing hard, Riki stuttered, "I-I guess it would have to be-"
Riki and Kurugaya snapped their heads towards the dining table as the girls banged their now empty plates and bowls down. Every article of food that once completely covered the table was gone, reduced to crumbs and topping spills. And with all that food in their bellies...
The girls each threw their heads to the ceiling, pushing their hands against their bellies to force out every last inch of pressure.
"*Bwurp*, *URrrRP*, *BWOORP!*" Komari helplessly blurted in a fit of burps.
"*UUURRrrrrrrrRRRPPP!*" Kud roared as she rubbed her massive belly in circles.
"URRRAAAAAAAAAAAPP!!*" Mio belched with all the force of a cannon blast.
"*BWOOOOOOP!*" Saigusa burped, her hand cupped around her mouth to echo it.
"*BUUUUUURRRRP!*" Rin shot out, one eye squeezed shut from the sheer effort.
The silverware and dishware clattered as the entire table shook from the sheer force. Even neighboring tables weren't spared, as some pieces of silverware fell off entirely. All the girls let out collective groans as they leaned back in their seats, bellies stuffed to their limit.
"O-Ohhhh..." Komari moaned.
"W-Waf... Wafuuuuu..." Kud breathed.
"...Excuse me," Mio said simply, unashamed.
"Wowowow... that was a bit much...!" Haruka remarked as she poked her belly.
"Nnnnngh, my tummy hurts..." Rin complained.
Sucking in a breath as his heart pounded in his chest, Riki took a step forward. "Ohh," Kurugaya mused. "This should be interesting."
"Everyone!" Riki called. All the girls turned to him. "U-Um," Riki stuttered upon making eye contact. "I... I really like... Um..." As the girls gave him confused looks, Riki just rubbed the back of his head and asked, "How about having some desert?"
***
While Riki indeed did fall for one of these big beauties, he was too shy to admit as much. Someday, when the girl he loved was so big he couldn't possibly ignore his love for her anymore, he would confess how he felt. Until then, he'll continue to subtly aid their eating and gaining efforts, making all of them bigger and happier as their bonds of friendship grew even deeper.
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Refattear: A Big Shopkeeper's Tale (Recettear WG)
"Recette? Recette! It's way past morning! Time to wake up!"
"Mmmmnnnrgh, what do you mean, candy thief? No officer, it wasn't meee..."
"Merde," Tear the fairy sighed as she looked over her business partner. "She's always like this."
Recette, the owner of the humble item shop Recettear, was curled up in her blankets, a smile on her face as she slept the morning away. The blankets bulged around her body, especially her mid-section, giving ample implication as to the size of the large mass underneath.
"Recette, if you don't wake up in the count of three, I'm-"
"Officeeeer, how'm I supposed to get enough food in a prison cell? I'm a... growing girl..."
Eyebrows knit and jaw set, Tear grabbed the bottom corner of the blanket and yanked with all her might, pulling the covers off of Recette entirely.
"U-Uwah," Recette cried as she sat up, awake at last. "Teaaaar, I told you not to wake me up like that!"
"Your loud sleep talking rendered all other attempts meaningless."
"Nngh," Recette groaned as she rubbed her eyes. "And I was having another candy dream, too..."
Now that the blankets were off her, Tear could fully take in the sight of her friend and partner, a sight that was becoming steadily larger each day. Ever since she opened up an item shop, Recette had put on weight; each pix not spent on the shop was spent on her appetite, and it showed.
The 600 pound girl was about four and a half feet in diameter now, more than half as wide as her store's front desk. Recette's tummy stuck out an impressive twenty seven inches; a giant, smooth sphere of dough that jiggled and swayed with every step she took. The sheer size of this huge beach ball made it impossible to close her robes. "Mm," Recette mumbled as she absentmindedly tugged at her shirt's hem. Yet it was no use; the shirt barely covered 3/4th of her belly's wide surface, and even then, it was tighter on her than a wrestler's grip. The incompetent shirt gave a clear view of her belly button, which was juuust deep and wide enough to hide a golf ball. Flabby, double layered love handles protruded around her belly, adding an additional six inches to her frame each. The belt that once rested across her tummy was last seen somewhere underneath her breasts, but was now rendered invisible. Speaking of her breasts, they had grown from flat to a rack any woman would be jealous of; each boob the size of a soccer ball. A fluffy rear jutted out eight inches from her frame, large enough to provide her a comfortable cushion, but small enough to appear as just a big bump when she wore her robes. The girl's arms had swollen into shapeless rolls of pure flab, each forearm the size of a large ham, and her thighs had ballooned proportionally, each a foot wide in diameter. Lastly, her neck was flabby and squishy, sticking out just enough to form a double chin whenever Recette moved her head.
Speak of the devil, Recette's neck formed a double chin as she looked down at her belly. "Huh? My shirt covered my bellybutton yesterday..." Shrugging, Recette got out of bed and stretched. The action only succeeded in riding up her shirt even more. "Mmmmmm! Oh well!"
"And here I thought for a moment that you were concerned about your appearance for once. How foolish of me," Tear grumbled as she shook her head.
"Eh? But I think its kinda cute." Resting her hands atop her belly, Recette added with a smile, "I look like a big, fluffy teddy bear! Don't you think?"
"The only accurate part of that assessment is 'big,'" Tear moaned as she rested her head on her hand. "More importantly, it's time for work."
"Oh, that's right," Recette chirped. "We were going to hire Louie today! Hee, hee, I can't wait to go exploring with him again." Swaying her entire body left and right with every step, Recette lumbered out of her room. The exaggerated motion sent ripples through her belly fat and caused her breasts to jiggle vehemently. "I wonder what food we'll find this time...?"
Biting her lip, Tear flew after her, a feeling of dread rising in the pit of her stomach.
***
"*huff*, *huff*" Recette breathed heavily, sweat pouring down her forehead. "Louiiiie," she cried. "How... much... farther?"
Recette and Tear hired Louie, an adventurer, to help them look for merchandise in Jade Way, a forest dungeon, as they often had. But with the sun beating down and her weight holding her back, Recette found it increasingly harder to explore the dungeon every day. And move in general.
"Um, well," Louie thought aloud as he scratched his head. "We're on the third floor, and there's five before the checkpoint, so..."
"Just two left? Okay then!" Recette chirped as she wiped the sweat on the back of her arm. "I can make it! But can we stop for a snack break first?" Rubbing her belly, and nearly burying her hands in the process, Recette added, "I'm getting hungry!"
"Recette," Tear scolded. "You consumed plenty of food on the way h-"
"Oh I totally understand," Louie replied with a smile. "When I'm hungry that comes first! All other quests get put on hold until I find the day's meal!"
"Same! Except with me it's maybe two, or four, and I think the highest was seven...?"
Upon pulling up the back of her robes to sit, Recette revealed her large rump to Tear and Louie. The girl's black pants were tight, with strain creases lining around her crack. Their black color only accentuated her curves, making her butt cheeks appear even larger than they already were. "Phew," Recette breathed as she sat down on a stump. Or, rather, more like she buried the stump; her rear was so large that the stump was completely hidden by her butt flab. As for her belly, it overshot the stump entirely, resting partially on the ground.
Upon opening her bag, a little drool spilled out the side of Recette's mouth. "Yayness!" Recette called with glee as she picked out a white box. "I forgot we found so much shortcake in today! It was supposed to go on sale in the shop, but... Well, I can always buy a replacement!" Opening the box, Recette chirped, "Don't mind if I do~"
Rather than cutting the cake, Recette dug her hands into it like a dog digging for his bone, feeding herself large fistfuls of cake every time her palms became full. Tear and Louie could only watch with agape mouths as crumbs flew everywhere, like saw dust from a rotating saw. Crumbs covered Recette's breasts and belly, and icing was smeared all over her cheeks and chin.
Unsurprisingly, the cake was gone as quickly as it came. As she chewed the last bits, her cheeks swollen like a greedy chipmunk, Recette leaned backwards, rubbing her belly. "Oomphhhh..." Recette moaned as she swallowed. "Tear, my belly huuuurts."
"That's what happens when you eat too many sweets," Tear scolded. "At least pace yourself if you're going to eat an entire cake!"
"*Bwuuurp*, s-sorry, Tear. I will *urp* next *urrrp* time!" Recette called as she rubbed her belly, letting out a burp every time she took a breath. "Phew, that feels a little better."
"Hey Recette," Louie called, concern rising in his voice as he took a step forward. "Are you OK? You're not hurt or anything, right?"
"Uh-uh, but thanks for your concern, Lou*uuurp!*" Continuing her sentence as though nothing happened, Recette added, "But if you reaaally wanna help, you could hit my back." As the girl leaned forward, she cupped her hands around her belly and began to rub and knead the flab with renewed vigor. "If I could let out all this pressure, I'd be all ready to go! I think."
"Anything for a friend!" Louie chirped, stepping past a wide eyed Tear.
As Louie placed his hands on Recette's back, she said, "Now just hit it left and right and left and *urp* right! Hee, hee, like you're dancing!"
As he rhythmically smacked her back, alternating from hand to hand, Louie called, "Like this?"
"Ohhh, yeah, that feels soooo good," Recette moaned. The force of the hits made Recette bounce slightly every time, her belly, breast, and arm flab jiggling all the while. As a rising pressure built up in her belly and forced its way into her chest, Recette warned, "W-Whoa, I think I-
"*BWOOOOOOORRRRRPP!!*
Her warning came too late. Recette leaned her head back, threw open her mouth, and let out a burp with all the force of a cannon blast, shaking the tree leaves overhead and causing birds to fly away in a panic.
"R-Recette," Louie called as he blinked several times, his hands unmoving. "Uh, was that what you, er, needed?"
"Pheeeew..." After taking a deep breath, Recette smiled over her shoulder. Pressing her head to the side so much caused her neck flab to squish and poke out again. "Mm! All better!" Standing up easily now, Recette turned to her gaping companions. "Now shall we go?" The girl waddled off, swaying from side to side as her rear bounced up and down with every step. "There's a whole mountain of food-, er, merchandise waiting to be found!"
"I'm right behind you, Recette!" Louie nodded as he followed, his hesitation gone. Yet Tear could only shake her head as she trailed after them deeper into the dungeon.
***
"Yosh," Recette affirmed as she nodded to herself. "Everything's ready!"
After dismissing Louie, Recette and Tear returned to their shop and lined the display shelves with new goods. Glittering gems, aluminum armor, and terrific treasures glistened as they waited their customers. But...
"Recette," Tear asked, the edge in her voice contrasting with her calm smile. "Why are almost all the food items we found in a separate box behind the counter?"
"Oh! Um, ah..." Recette suddenly threw her arm in the air, causing her fat to jiggle briefly. "It's time to open! Capit*alllllluuRRRRRRp*ism ho!" Rubbing the back of her head, Recette laughed, "Eheheh, 'scuse me. I guess that was left over from lunch, huh, Tear? ...Tear?"
Tear said nothing as she unlocked the front door and flipped the "CLOSED" sign around. Customers opened the door and began to pour in like a dam bursting water.
"Oh, welcome to Recettear!" Recette greeted with a smile as she turned away from Tear. The customers gathered around the shelves, rubbing their chins and squinting their eyes.
"Pardon me, little miss," an elderly man said as he walked up to the counter. "How much for the durian?"
"O-Oh," Recette muttered frowning."I was going to use that as an ingredient for-" Catching a cross armed Tear in the corner of her eye, Recette corrected, "Um! Special price, just for you! 650 pix!"
"Heh, that's a fine price," the elderly man said as he left the pix and walked off with his prize.
Swallowing hard, Recette turned to Tear. The fairy was minding the vending machines. "Um, Tear, if I-"
"Excuse me," a woman at the desk quipped, frowning as she knit her eyebrows.
"Uwah, sorry! Can I help you?"
"The neighbor's wife gave this to me, but I have no interest in it. But I figured it'd be better to sell it than throw it away. It's called Les Infortunes."
"Less Than Whatsis?" Recette repeated, a shining glint in her eyes. "Oh, is it edible?! Yes, I'll buy it for-"
"...It's a book," the woman blanched, glancing down at Recette's belly. It was squishing up against the reception desk, protruding roughly six inches on top of it.
"Ohhh... Then I'll take it for 190 pix, please." Upon giving the woman her money and taking the book, Recette called, "Hope to see you again!"
"How much for this?" a man asked as he placed a Thankful Statue on the desk.
"Oh, that'll be 5200 pix!"
"Ah, I can't ask you to go any lower. All right."
As Recette reached to accept the pix from the man, her belly smooshed even farther into the desk. "Ah!" Recette squeaked as her belly bumped into the statue, knocking it over.
Thrusting out his arm, the man caught the statue before it smashed against the desktop. "Whoa there! Careful!"
"S-Sorry, I just can't seem to keep this thing under control, huh?" Smiling apologetically, Recette grabbed her belly and shook it for emphasis. The jiggling caused waves to flow through it.
"W-Well, the statue's fine, so don't worry," the man said with a nervous laugh.
"T-Thanks for the purchase," Recette muttered, blushing as the man left.
"U-Um, R-R-Recette, right?"
A boy Recette's age stood in front of the desk, his cheeks flushed. Shifting right and left, he glanced between Recette and her belly several times. "Yes, that's me! Welcome to Recettear!"
The boy opened and closed his mouth before lowering his head, staring at Recette's belly. "..."
"Um," Subconsciously placing her hands on her tummy, Recette asked, "Is there anything I can get you?"
The boy snapped his head up. "A-Ah, um, i-is there anything else you have in storage? I was, um, looking for a... treasure."
"Huh," Recette frowned as she turned around. "I think we sold the last of them just before you came in..."
The boy gasped as Recette bent over to dig through the boxes and drawers behind her desk. Every abrupt motion she made caused her butt to jiggle, inching up her robes bit by bit. Eventually, her rear was almost fully unveiled to the boy in all its soft spherical glory. The boy swallowed hard as he realized that her frame-especially her rear-were wider than her desk drawers. To think that she was over four feet in diameter...!
"Aw, I'm sorry," Recette apologized as she turned. The boy straightened and looked Recette in the eyes as she continued, "Looks like we're all sold out."
"U-Um, that's OK. I... here!" The boy thrust out his hands, shoving a box full of chocolates into Recette's face.
"Glee! Chocolate!" Recette squealed like an excited child. "Er, ahem, ahem," Recette coughed in an attempt to compose herself. "Are you selling that?"
"F-Free... Er, present. P-Please, enjoy it. And many more..."
Recette beamed at him. "Gosh, thank you! I don't think anyone's ever given me a present like this before!"
The boy merely nodded, his face turning red. "W-Well then..." The boy ran out the door, not looking back.
"Hope to see-oh, he already left." Setting the box of chocolates down, Recette mumbled, "What a strange guy. Still, he was super nice! Wonder why he got me chocolates? And why was he so flustered...?"
After a few customers bought merchandise from the vending machines, they turned and left with smiles on their faces. The store now empty, Recette glanced at Tear and said, "I guess it's time to close shop, huh, Tear?"
Not turning around, Tear silently flipped the "OPEN" sign.
"Um, Tear?" Recette lumbered out from behind her desk. "Are you... mad at me?" After a pause, Recette stopped walking. Lowering her head, Recette said, "I... I know you're not happy that I've, well, gotten so big. And that I keep eating food merchandise. And how I spend way to much pix to buy food from customers. But, well, I can't help it, and..." Recette glanced upwards, noticing that Tear had turned her head slightly towards her. "But... Most of all..." Recette bowed her head and leaned forward, squishing her breasts against her belly and her belly against her thighs. "I'm sorry for ignoring you today. Even if I'll probably continue to gain weight, don't listen to your advice, and are maybe a teensy-weency bit embarrassed when you tease me about it, I shouldn't ever ignore my partner." Closing her eyes, Recette added, "My partner and my... friend."
Slowly, Recette cracked one eye open and looked up at Tear. "..."
Sighing, Tear shook her head. "Merde... Why are you the one apologizing?"
"Eh?"
"I was the one ignoring you." Turning to Recette, Tear closed her eyes. "It is I who should apologize. Forgive me, Recette."
Slowly, Recette's frown turned into a beaming smile. "Aw, Tear..." Recette grabbed Tear and hugged her tightly against her belly. "That's OK! We're partners and friends forever, right?!"
*Grrrrrooowwwwllll...*
"E-Eep...!" Recette released Tear from her bear hug, blushing furiously. "S-So, um, now that we made up...?"
Turning her head away, Tear said, "Do as you please, I'll overlook it. Just this once."
"Super yayness! Thanks, Tear!"
Recette waddled over towards her box of chocolates and haul of food from the dungeon as fast as her stubby legs could carry her. Sitting down on the ground, Recette tore open the chocolate wrappers and shoved an entire bar into her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Ish sho ghoood..." Hastily unwrapping two more bars, Recette just as quickly shoved them in. Three halves of the chocolate bars stuck out of her mouth as chocolate melted over her chin. Without turning, Recette reached behind her, grabbed a handful of candy, candy apples, and cherries, and jammed them in her mouth. Her cheeks were swollen beyond belief as she chewed the mess of food, the cherry juice spilling onto her lips. "Wheeew," Recette breathed as she reached for a ham sandwich. "Mmm..." Recette bit into it, taking out half the sandwich in one go. While chewing, she forced a few more chocolate bars and candy apples into her mouth. "Mmmphh..." Recette moaned. As soon as she finished swallowing, Recette grabbed the box behind her and turned it upside-down, dumping countless candy rolls, tons of taiyaki, and a slice of short cake into her wide open mouth. Before she began chewing, Recette threw in the last few chocolate bars for good measure. Bits of food sticking out of her mouth, Recette leaned backwards, rubbing her belly rhythmically. "MMMmmmm... *uuurRRpp*!" she burped. "Ohhhh," Recette whimpered as she put her hands on her belly and swallowed. "I... I can't eat another bite. I'm... so fuuuull..." The girl's belly had stretched out at least another ten inches, splitting the hem of her pants, revealing her lacy pink panties, and riding up her shirt completely.
"Goodness gracious, Recette," Tear cried. "I know I said to do as you pleased, but...!"
"Nnngh, I know, I overdid it. But I was so excited to have your approval that I couldn't stop myself... *buuurrrRRppp!* Ughhh," Recette moaned as she patted her belly.
"...I guess there's no helping it," Tear muttered to herself.
"N-No help-W-Whoa!"
Tear began repeatedly slamming her petite frame against Recette's titanic tummy, sending waves through its mass. "*urrrrp* W-What are* bwoorp* you doing, *eeuuurp* Tear?! *URRP!*"
"You need to properly digest this," Tear explained as she continued bumping Recette. "Or you'll be sick in the morning! My tiny fairy hands are too small to massage you like Louie, so... this is the best I can do for you!"
"T-Te*eeruup!* T-Thank *urp!* you..."
Tear continued to pound against Recette's belly for several minutes, during which Recette let out a burp every time Tear collided with her. Finally, after four minutes of this, Recette gasped as she tried to catch her breath, "T-Tear, that's *uurp* enough! I'm going to...!
*BWOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRPPPP!!*
Recette put both of her hands on her belly, pushing with all her might as she leaned forward as far as she could. Her mouth open impossibly wide, the girl closed one eye from the sheer force of the belch blasting out of her mouth. The remaining items on the store shelves rattled until they fell over, noisily hitting the ground. The walls and desk vibrated so furiously, one would think the store was hit with an earthquake.
Her burp done, Recette leaned back, panting heavily. "*huff*, *huff*, t-thank you, Tear..."
"I... I only did what had to be done in order to keep you running the shop."
"N-No... thank you..." Recette smiled happily, creating dimples around her mouth. Said mouth was still smeared with cherry juice, and her chin covered in melted chocolate. "For accepting me, no matter how big or weird I am."
"Recette, I..." Tear began, blinking several times.
Heaving a yawn, Recette slowly closed and opened her eyes. "Nngh, I'm getting sleepy..." Flashing a small smile at Tear, Recette mumbled as she closed her eyes, "I'm counting on you to wake me up, okay, partner...?"
Tear shook her head, suppressing a smile. "Hmph, I've come to expect it."
Giving one last smile, Recette slowly leaned forward and fell asleep, using her own breasts as a pillow. Soon, Recette's quiet breathing was the only sound in the room.
"Merde, falling asleep on the shop floor," Tear muttered as she took a blanket out of a desk drawer. Gently placing it on Recette's back, Tear asked with a smile, "What am I going to do with you?"
***
And so this particular tale of the fat shopkeeper and her fairy partner drew to a close. But it is said that the shopkeeper would go on to become the largest one in history, and yet, still be loved by all, including her reluctantly acceptant partner.
And they lived happily ever after.
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Touhou Pudgeject
"Mmm..."
As it had every morning, a mischievous ray of light shined through the tiniest opening between the Hakurei Shrine's curtains and directly into Reimu's closed eyes. Reimu found herself cracking them open, a frown on her face. "Nngh," she groaned. "It's too early..."
Sitting up, Reimu stretched her arms above her head, her blanket falling off her person. Reaching behind her, Reimu grabbed her trademark ribbon and began to do up her hair. As she did so, Reimu gave her body a cursory glance. "Looking at it like this..." Reimu poked her belly. "It seems like I gained weight overnight again."
The statement wasn't an exaggeration. Reimu was decidedly fat; at just shy of 350 pounds, her frame reached two and a half feet in width. The shrine maiden's belly was a bulbous mass of flab that protruded out fifteen inches from her frame. Said tummy pushed up Reimu's shirt completely, exposing her deep yet adorably tiny naval for all to see. Reimu's belly hung over the hem of her skirt and came down to just above her knees. Speaking of knees, her knees were heavily dimpled from flab, as were her legs. The girl's thighs were incredibly wide, each easily surpassing ten inches in diameter. These thighs would rub together every time Reimu walked, making them jiggle slightly. Her rear was just as impressive; extending fourteen inches out from her frame, Reimu's spherical tushy took "bubble butt" to the next level. Each round and smooth mass Reimu called her butt cheeks rode up Reimu's skirt halfway, exposing most of her white panties. Where the skirt rested on her rear, it rested with a death grip, causing a thin layer of fat to stick out and form around the skirt's hem. The shrine maiden's breasts were never that large, yet now they finally reached C cup. The comparatively small size of her breasts contrasted with her incredible belly and butt. Yet the girl's arms were flabby and thick as hams. Reimu's infamous armpits could normally be seen whenever she raised her arms, thanks to Reimu's sleeveless shirt, but they were now obscured by layers of flab overhang. Lastly, Reimu's face became much fuller and her cheeks rounder, and while her neck had a nice layer of fat, it was just short of forming a double chin.
Slapping her belly, Reimu stifled a burp. As she watched her belly jiggle from the impact, Reimu mused, "Then again, it could have been my fault this time. Marisa and I did eat a lot last night..." Shaking her head, Reimu stood up. "No, that does it! I'm sick of this. It's hard to move, I feel even lazie- ...more exhausted than normal, and the shrine's reputation is at an all time low. Even the couple of worshipers I get out of pity will leave at this rate." Grabbing at the top of her skirt with both hands, Reimu attempted to hike up her skirt, but she only succeeded in sending waves through her belly and tush, causing them to jiggle vehemently. In this ridiculous state, Reimu lumbered out of the shrine. "I have to *nngh*, do something about this."
Breathing heavily, Reimu stepped outside and squinted up at the sun. "*huff*, *huff*... Was it always so damn hot?" Wiping the sweat off her brow, Reimu took several more steps forward before-
"Heeeeey, Reimu!" a familiar voice hollered.
Reimu glanced over to see Marisa and Kasen waddling up the last stairs to the shrine. A grin on her face, Marisa waved to Reimu. Kasen gave a small smile upon catching Reimu's eye, but she didn't wave; it seems her arms were busy carrying several large bags.
"Oh, it's just you two," Reimu sighed. "I was about to leave. What'd you want?"
"Thanks, I love you too," Marisa replied. Grabbing and shaking Reimu's belly ("H-Hey-! Get off of me!"), Marisa snorted, "'Sides, where did you think you were waddlin'? With this food baby on board you'll pass out just from taking a couple steps!"
Reimu grumbled as Marisa released her, "I don't need to hear that from you..."
"If you are going to leave, I hope it's on business," Kasen called as she set down the bags, giving Reimu a glare an elder sister would give to a younger sibling. "Because you haven't cleaned to the shrine in weeks!"
Glancing around, Reimu noticed leaves scattered across the ground, and bird droppings sitting on the shrine roof. Shrugging, Reimu said, "I just can't find the energy lately."
"Honestly," Kasen muttered as she shook her head.
"Aha, thought so! If energy is your problem, Kasen brought just the thing!" Picking up one of the brown bags, Marisa held it out to Reimu. "Kasen bought a bunch of peaches for us to share. Even a fatass like her can't handle all of these at once."
"I told you, I just happened to find some! I didn't buy them!"
"Then why is there a price tag?"
"That's..."
Staring at the peaches, Reimu's belly let out a loud, guttural growl. *grrrOOOwwwlll* Drool slipping out of the side of her mouth, Reimu put her hands on her belly and gave it a rub. "A-Actually, they look pretty good-"
Snapping her head up, Reimu let go of her belly. No, dimwit, she told herself. This is how you got fat in the first place. Well, part of it, anyway.
A peach hanging out of her mouth, Marisa held one out to Reimu. "Maunt mon?"
"N-No, of course not," Reimu quipped as she put her hands over her belly to muffle another, louder growl. *guuuUUUUUuun* "And you two shouldn't have any either."
Blushing slightly, Kasen replied as she swallowed a peach, "B-But I can't skip breakfast! Haven't you heard it's the most important meal of the day?"
"You two have had one too many 'most important meals of the day'..."
Reimu's comment was insensitive, but far from unjustified; the two girls before her were massive. Marisa was a flabby ball of lard, as rolls of flab protruded from every inch of her three foot frame. The magician's belly stuck out a foot, composed of two large rolls and fluffy layered love handles resting atop her hips. Her D cup breasts were ovals of flab resting atop her belly, spread out across it in an upside-down V shape. Both her arms and legs were shapeless, covered in countless overlapping rolls of flabby fat. Her full face was framed with a protruding double chin, which squished and jutted out with her head's every movement. Smirking, Marisa smacked her belly with both of her hands. "*uRRRRRRrrp!* What makes you say that?" she asked with a burp so loud it sounded almost manly.
"Marisa! Excuse yourself!" Kasen quipped after swallowing her third peach. The hermit hardly needed it, for she was fatter than Marisa. Her frame extended only a few inches past Marisa's three feet, but her belly more than made up for it; a wide, ovular, and fluffy mass of fat, Kasen's monstrous belly stuck out twenty-six inches from her frame. It jiggled and bounced with every sway of her body, only emphasizing it's already impressive size. The hermit's hips were wide enough to support even her girth, as they extended seven inches out on each side from her bulging mid-section. The ends of her hips were rounded and curvier than a supermodel. Kasen's thighs were each a ridiculous fifteen inches in diameter, and their thickness rode up her skirt with every step she took. Said thighs were just as shapely as her hips, retaining the thick curves they had before Kasen's gain. Kasen's face was wide and her cheeks squishy, yet her neck did not form a double chin. Upon swallowing a fourth peach, Kasen's eyes widened as she let out a belch. "*bwooOOORRRp!*" Under the pressure of Marisa's side long glance and grin, Kasen turned away, blushing slightly. "...Excuse me."
Her eyes half closed, Reimu deadpanned, "It looks like I have my work cut out for me."
Raising an eyebrow, Marisa inquired, "Wait, you were going out to work? In this heat?"
"It doesn't matter if it's hot. This has gone on long enough," Reimu declared as she poked her belly. The shrine maiden's finger sunk deep into her soft flesh. "And I intend to find out the cause of this Incident."
Marisa and Kasen looked at each other.
"Er, Reimu," Kasen said slowly. "Have you considered the possibility that this isn't an Incident at all? I mean, well-"
"What she's saying is we eat like pigs," Marisa said as she grabbed another peach.
"That is NOT what I said."
"Doubt it," Reimu answered, catching herself staring at the peaches, mouth watering. "While our appetites have increased, we started gaining weight before that. EVERYONE in Gensokyo began to gain weight about two months ago. Not just us."
"Well-"
"Calling that a coincidence is ridiculous. And gaining AT LEAST two-hundred pounds in two months? Clearly not normal. Honestly, I don't know why anyone would think otherwise."
Just as Reimu lumbered past Kasen and Marisa, Kasen called, "Ah, wait!" Picking up one of the bags of peaches, she explained, "If you're really leaving, at least take some food."
Eyeing the bag, Reimu muttered, "That's hardly SOME," but the shrine maiden scooped the bag into her arms anyway.
"I'm off," Reimu said over her shoulder. "I'm going to confront any and everyone who has the power to do something like this."
"Isn't that, like, most of the major forces in Gensokyo? Wouldn't that take forever?"
"Maybe, but it's better than doing nothing."
Looking up at the sky, Reimu imagined herself taking flight. In Gensokyo, that was usually all it took to fly into the air.
Yet Reimu only rose two feet before slamming back down on her fluffy rear. *boom!* The impact seemed to shake the earth around her slightly, causing the tree branches around the shrine to shake.
"Er... Reimu?" Marisa called, fidgeting.
Face tinted red, Reimu grumbled as she looked at the ground, "I guess flying there's out of the question."
***
"Here is your tea, my Lady," Sakuya said coolly as she set down a cup of tea, served on a tiny plate.
"Thanks, Sakuya," Remilia replied casually. "Can you adjust my umbrella? It's pretty hot today."
"Of course."
"Remi, it's in arm's reach. Don't tell me you can't do that yourself," Patchouli deadpanned.
"Are you calling me lazy? Like you're one to talk."
"..."
Three of the ladies of the Scarlet Devil Mansion were gathered outside on a large balcony. Said balcony was surrounded on all sides by the roof shingles of the mansion, and an iron fence separated the two. Birds chirped pleasantly overhead, and the trees surrounding the mansion gently rocked back and forth in the breeze. The very definition of tranquil-
A sudden, deafening crash reverberated throughout the Scarlet Devil Mansion's roof, sounding not unlike a child's castle of blocks crumbling into rubble. All at once, the birds let out a cry of alarm and flew away, and the trees seemed to halt their gentle swaying, as though they were scared stiff.
Snapping her fingers, Remilia called, "Sakuya?"
"Understood." The Scarlet Devil Mansion's head maid sped towards the sound's source so fast, one would think she teleported.
"Who in their right mind is visiting a vampire in broad daylight," Remilia grumbled.
"If I had to venture a guess... I'd say it was the red and white rat again."
"I have returned." Sakuya materialized in front of Remilia, a refill of tea in hand.
"And?"
As Sakuya poured, she explained with a strange expression, "It's... best if you see for yourself."
The trio peered over the metal fence surrounding the balcony, only to be face to face with Reimu. Well, half of her anyway.
Reimu was half stuck in the roof, the shingles surrounding her cracked and covered in rubble. The shrine maiden's giant gut was resting atop the roof, smooshed upwards, pressing Reimu's boobs into her face. Said boobs half covered Reimu's face, making it only possible to see her very angry eyes. As for her rear, it clogged up the hole under her, squishing to tightly against the roof that Reimu was trapped. Each cheek protruded several inches over the hole, sticking out so far they were begging to be poked. As for her thighs, they rested up against the other side of the hole, also smooshed by the roof, but nowhere near the extent of Reimu's rear. As the shrine maiden wiggled, she sent waves through her belly and butt fat, causing groaning and creaking from the tiles around her.
"..." The trio of ladies from the Scarlet Devil Mansion found themselves staring at the sight, unable to speak, merely blink several times.
"...A little help, here?"
The trio simultaneously looked away.
"Sakuya, thanks for the refill. That'll be all."
"Understood."
"Mukyu, I lost my page..."
"Hey," Reimu roared. "Don't just ignore me!!"
***
"Honestly," Remilia quipped as she rested her head on her hand, one eye closed. "You barge into our house and get stuck in the process? If you ask me, you deserved to be left there. Instant karma, right, Sakuya?"
"I don't believe in karma."
"You don't believe in anything, though."
"I believe in you, my Lady."
"Heh, what a kiss ass. But I kinda like it."
Brushing wood splinters off her belly, the now free Reimu grumbled, "Seriously, it takes me forever to manage flying again, and the first thing I do is crash into the ungrateful vampire's mansion. I don't know why I even bother."
Heaving a sigh, Remilia whined, "Let's get this over with. You came to ask about this, right?" Remilia inquired as she pointed at her belly. "And this?" she asked as she poked Sakuya's breasts. ("M-My lady...") "And this too?" Remilia questioned with a smirk as she smacked Patchouli's butt, sending it into a jiggle fit. The magician didn't so much as flinch, clearly used to it.
"R-Right..."
Reimu couldn't help but stare at the girls. All three of them had fattened considerably, by no means spared from what Reimu considered the Weight Gain Incident. Yet of the three, the master of the house was the smallest, assuming such a word were appropriate anymore. The vampire's frame had only extended a few more inches than normal, as her gain spread forward rather than outward. Her once flat stomach was replaced with a wide, fourteen inch protruding belly that Reimu couldn't help but think of as a beer gut. While the belly itself was smooth and roll-less, Remilia's thick love handles were rolls of double layered goodness, hanging several inches below her waistline. Remilia's hips hadn't grown much, yet her rear was a different story; large, smooshed flab rolls stuck out where her butt should have met with the chair, giving ample suggestion as to its size. Lastly, Remilia's breasts were oddly still flat, only adding to the strange contradiction of weighing so much yet not being very wide. Resting her hands on her belly, Remilia cocked her head. "What are you looking at?
"If you're that shocked by the sight of a fat chick, you should check out Sakuya," Remilia snorted.
Indeed, Sakuya was even more impressive. Over two and a half feet in diameter, her frame alone dwarfed both Remilia and even the chair she was sitting on. Two massive, ovular spheres stuck out nineteen inches in front of Sakuya, her breasts larger than any other pair Reimu had ever seen. The maid uniform could barely contain them, as the collar stretched so low it revealed deep cleavage, and what little was covered was met with buttons that were clinging for dear life. Every breath Sakuya took, her large chest heaved up and down, jiggling slightly as they stressed the buttons further. Speaking of her struggling uniform, Sakuya's apron used to extend to beneath her dress, but now, it was stretched so far across her belly that it barely covered it. It was no wonder; her belly stuck out a respectable eighteen inches. Said belly was a large oval shape, forming a slight roll in the middle of the apron. Creases and stress lines covered the apron around this crease, leading Reimu to believe that the apron being stretched so far was the cause of the roll, rather than Sakuya's belly itself. Thick handfuls of love handles stuck out around her belly, a single roll each as opposed to Remilia's two. Sakuya's legs were as thick as tree trunks, completely filling her dress, and her leggings were ripped at the sides. Lastly, her face was full and round with puffy cheeks, so puffy that her neck was invisible. "M-My lady, I'm not that f-" Suddenly, Remilia smacked Sakuya's belly, sending a wave through the fat. Throwing her head back from the impact, Sakuya sucked in a deep breath, trying to suppress the pressure rising in her chest. A few seconds passed as Sakuya knitted her eyebrows, pupils dilated as she trembled from the effort. But the force was too great; Sakuya pressed against her belly as she threw open her mouth to release a deafening belch. *uuuuOOOORRRRRRpppp!!*" The sudden motion of sucking in air into her boobs caused several buttons to snap off Sakuya's chest, rocketing away at light speed. The maid's breasts jiggled madly upon their newfound freedom, several more inches of deep cleavage revealing itself. Sakuya's face tinted red ever so slightly as she straightened her head. "..."
"Told you so."
"Mukyu, could you even attempt to be quieter? I'm trying to read," Patchouli quipped. It was only when Reimu got a good look at Patchouli that she finally understood why the shut-in had finally taken a step outside; because she didn't actually take a step at all. The librarian was cemented into a wheelchair, and it wasn't hard to see why. Her absurdly thick and flabby legs were nearly twenty inches in diameter each. Unlike Marisa's legs, Patchouli's legs were devoid of rolls, both just giant blobs of fat squished against the front of the wheelchair. The librarian's fluffy yet curvy hips stretched so wide they spanned over thirty inches in width. Whereas Patchouli's belly was so tiny it was adorable-jutting out a mere ten inches-her rear was far from it. The wheelchair had fourteen inch openings between the seat and the arm rest on both sides, yet Patchouli's titanic rear managed to completely fill and surpass them. They squished around the arms, creating creases and folds in her otherwise smooth butt. Each cheek on said butt was the size of a large beach ball at nineteen inches a piece. The alternating vertical striped dress Patchouli wore emphasized her curves, making them look even larger than they already were. Every motion Patchouli made squished her butt under the wheelchair's arms, smooshing the rolls further. The librarian's chest was a modest C cup, but her face was wide and fat enough to form a double chin. Snapping her book shut, Patchouli lowered her head, glowering at Reimu. "Seems I won't be getting any reading done until the red and white rat is exterminated." The line lacked the intended impact, as Patchouli's double chin jutted out so far from lowering her head that it nearly formed a third chin.
"I get it, I get it," Reimu chided as she held up her hands. "I'll just ask a few questions and then I'm getting out of here. About two months ago, did anything strange or unusual happen?"
"Not that I can recall; it was just a normal, boring day," Remilia said dryly.
"Actually," Sakuya corrected as she grabbed at her collar, squeezing it in an attempt to cover more cleavage. The action only served to squish her boobs, causing them to protrude even further. "I recall getting some food from an unwanted guest."
"Yeah, real help-wait. This was exactly two months ago?"
"Around then, yes."
"Do you remember who gave it to you?"
"Unfortunately, I do not."
Rubbing her chin fat, Reimu lowered her head. "Then if everyone in Gensokyo at this fruit two months ago, that must mean... But wait, who gave it to us? And why don't I remember eating it?"
Sighing deeply, Remilia shook her head. "Reimu, Reimu, Reimu. Are you honestly suggesting this weight gain phenomenon is some sort of Incident? Face it, we got fat because we eat so much. Just because you don't want to admit it doesn't mean it's not true."
"This again?" Reimu whined, her eyebrows arching. "How can people think that? EVERYONE in Gensokyo got fat AT THE SAME TIME?"
"Sakuya, show our noisy guest to the exit. The REAL exit, this time."
"Understo-"
"Hold on a moment," Patchouli called, cutting off Remilia and Sakuya mid-sentence. Breathing heavily, the librarian wheeled her wheelchair over to Reimu. After curling and uncurling her fingers towards Reimu, Reimu bent over, her head now level with Patchouli's. Reimu's stomach fat squished against her knees, pushing out the flab even further than normal. "Listen," Patchouli began. "Everyone in Gensokyo thinks their gain is completely normal. Myself included."
"But that's-"
"Absurd? Perhaps. Even I don't know why I think it's normal. If anything, the fact I think as much is suspicious."
"I agree. That fruit Sakuya mentioned sounds like it could be the cause of our gain, yet I don't remember eating one at all. ...Do you think our minds are being manipulated in some way?"
"I cannot say. Figuring that out is your job, is it not?"
"Tsk. I guess."
"Reimu," Sakuya called, now standing right next to Reimu. When did she move?
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going." After crouching a bit, the shrine maiden took to the skies, her flight path a little wobbly.
"Do you think the red and white rat will be able to solve the Incident?" Patchouli asked no one in particular as she watched Reimu leave her line of sight.
Snorting, Remilia replied, "That's assuming there's an Incident to solve."
"...True. Yet I can't help but remember the fact..." Opening her book, Patchouli muttered, "That the best crimes are the ones never suspected."
***
"*huff*, *huff*, I can't... take this anymore..."
Reimu landed her feet down on the rock bed of Gensokyo's netherworld, just in front of Hakugyokurou, the mansion of Yuyuko and Youmu. The pair of ghost and half ghost had caused many a problem for Reimu in the past. It stood to reason that this Incident could be their doing as well.
*grooowwwlll...* Yet that was the least of Reimu's concerns. The shrine maiden placed her hands on her belly and gave it a rub, her fingers sinking deep into her flesh. "Geez... It's been roaring ever since I left the mansion. The heat must be making me hungry." Setting the bag of peaches down, Reimu muttered, "I guess I'll have a couple of those peaches Kasen gave me... or maybe a few... nah, several..."
Tearing open the bag, Reimu was greeted by the sight of countless peaces stacked atop one another, each eagerly staring back at Reimu, seeming to invite her to eat them. *gggRRRRROWWWWWlll* her belly groaned upon the sight. "Hush, you," Reimu snapped as she scooped up several peaches. "I'm working on it."
Upon shoving two into her mouth at once, Reimu was taken aback by how fresh and succulent they were. The juices dribbled down her flabby chin as she chewed, her mouth slightly agape. "Mmm..." Reimu found herself subconsciously reaching for several more, shoving two other peaches into her mouth before she even finished chewing the first ones. After chewing for a bit, she swallowed and belched. "*uRRRRp*, mmm, Kasen has good taste." The shrine maiden greedily grabbed five more peaches and crammed them into her mouth, some sticking out slightly as she began to chew. "MmmMMMm," she moaned as she chewed, the juices spilling onto her breasts. Upon swallowing, Reimu found herself burping yet again. '*bwwOOORRpp!* Ohhhh, *urrp*, that was goood... *huuUURRRpp*..."
Poking her head into the bag, Reimu was surprised by just how many peaches were left. It's like she hadn't eaten any at all. In fact... were there even more than when she started?! Ignoring the skepticism in the back of her mind, Reimu threw her head back, grabbed the bag, and prepared to dump the peaches into her mouth all at once.
Suddenly, the shrine maiden snapped her head up. "W-What am I-*huuuUUURRppp!*-doing?!" she reprimanded herself, throwing the bag down. Rubbing her belly absentmindedly, she gazed down at the bag of peaches. "I was only going to eat until I was full, and yet..." Swallowing hard, Reimu stood up. "That does it. I need to resolve this Incident as soon as possi*bwoooRRRP!*" Frustrated, the shrine maiden smacked her own belly as she waddled towards Hakugyokurou. "Shut up already!" The action only succeeded in sending her tummy into a jiggle fit.
Just before she slid open the traditional Japanese doors of Hakugyokurou, Reimu caught sight of a large, green blob in the corner of her eye. "Wait... don't tell me..." Changing course, Reimu lumbered towards the blob, and was greeted with quite a sight. "I knew it," she mumbled to herself.
"Hmm, hmm, hmm~ Watering, watering~"
Youmu, the half human half ghost gardener of Hakugyokurou, was bent over in front of her flower bed, happily watering her flowers as she hummed a cheery tune. Yet it wasn't the flowers Reimu was staring at. Youmu's rear was HUGE. At over four feet wide, the half ghost's dress only covered half of her titanic spheres of butt cheeks. The girl's pure white panties should of been in plain view, yet they were almost completely buried by her crack's numerous butt flab rolls. Triple layered love handles protruded from her sides, resting on her rear. Even Youmu's back had countless rolls of flab sticking out, each one squishing and congealing whenever Youmu moved her arms. Speaking of her arms, each forearm was thicker and wider than a ham, to the point where fat rolls hung over her elbows, almost hiding them from sight. The gardener suddenly let out a grunt as she reached behind her, pulling down on her dress. It didn't budge an inch. "It's hopeless," Reimu chided nonchalantly. "Nothing's covering THAT." Youmu let out a small gasp as she hurriedly turned around, spraying water from her pitcher as she did so. Yet when Reimu got a full frontal view of Youmu, she couldn't help but let out a gasp of her own. Youmu's belly stuck out an insane thirty inches in front of her, countless squishy rolls forming at its sides. Said belly was spread out over three and half feet across Youmu's body, making it all the more immense. It had a peculiar shape, similar to that of a cone, as it was thicker and fatter the closer to Youmu's body, but leveled off to a rounded dome at the end. The poor half ghost's shirt had abandoned all hope of containing it; every single button was popped off, each half of the shirt contentedly resting across either side of her belly. Youmu's legs were similar to her arms, in that her thighs were thick with fat rolls that sagged over her knees. As for her breasts, they were ovular rolls of flab, likely not taking on the spherical shape of normal boobs due to how flat they were previously. Youmu's face was like a giant circle; huge fluffy cheeks framed by a thick, flabby double chin. So much fat clung to her face that the bottoms of her eyes had creases from her cheek fat.
"R-R-Reimu?! You were l-listening?" she squeaked. Even her voice was a little lower from how fat she had become.
"Listening?" Reimu asked, confused. "Ohhh, you mean to you humming. That's the least of your problems."
"Uuuuuu," Youmu whined as she lowered her head, her cheeks tinted crimson. A third chin formed under her flab, but Reimu decided it was better to not point that out. After a pause, Youmu glanced up at Reimu. "I take it you were the one, um... burping... earlier?"
Reimu blinked several times before answering. "Eh?"
"In the garden, I heard someone burping loudly. Several times."
Looking away, Reimu spat, "S-So?" Slapping her belly, Reimu added, "It's not like THIS isn't going to make some *urrrp* n-noise at its current size."
"I wasn't trying to embarrass you or anything!" Youmu cried. "I was just trying to confirm if anyone else was here. And if it makes you feel better, I, um, burp a lot too."
Glancing at the half ghost's protruding belly, Reimu could only manage, "Yes, I imagine so..."
"Wait," Youmu paused, blinking a few times. Reaching for her sword, she yelled, "What are you doing here?! Lady Yuyuko isn't expecting you! Trespassers are to be-Eh?" The half ghost reached towards her side several times, but her hip was several inches away from her hand, making it impossible for her to grab her sword. "I-I... can't reach my sword?"
As Youmu's face turned beet red, Reimu heaved a sigh. "Can you just take me to Yuyuko? There's no point in a danmaku battle as you are now. You've probably got the biggest hitbox in all of Gensokyo."
"Y...You haven't seen Lady Yuyuko..."
"Eh?"
"Never mind... just come with me. And then you're leaving!"
"Don't want me to hear the next verse of, 'Hmm, hmm, hmm~ Watering, watering?'"
"S-Shut UP!!"
***
As Youmu led Reimu through the outdoor walkways of Hakugyokurou, Reimu found herself staring at Youmu's butt. Each massive cheek-over two feet a piece, mind you-bounced rhythmically with every step. The flab rolls around her crack jiggled, burying her panties deeper every second. Even her dress rode up a bit with every step she took. By the time they reached the end of the hallway, Youmu's panties were completely buried beneath her flab, and her dress rode up entirely, revealing her butt in all its fluffy, naked glory. The light caught on the fleshy round spheres, emphasizing their heft. As Reimu stared, wide eyed, she found herself squeezing her own butt. While it was certainly fluffy and round, it didn't come close to Youmu's. "Nnrg," Reimu grumbled, though she was unsure why.
A little breathy from all the walking, Youmu turned to Reimu and huffed, "*huff*, *huff*, we're here." As Youmu rolled back the Japanese style door, Reimu lumbered in. Behind her, Youmu warned, "Please, PLEASE don't say anything when you see it."
"When I see wh-Oh my god."
"Yooooumuuuu! I crave more dumplings-oh, you brought the shrine maiden. I've been expecting you."
The mistress of Hakugyokurou and long time friend of Youmu, Yuyuko, stood before Reimu in all her majestic glory. Except she wasn't able to stand, so she was sitting. And she was far from majestic anymore, at least in the normal sense of the word.
"Welcome, Reimu Hakurei." Covering her mouth with her traditional Japanese fan, Yuyuko narrowed her eyes. "Surprised?"
Surprised... didn't even begin to cover it. Yuyuko was, bar none, the fattest girl Reimu had ever seen in all of her life. At least over 800 pounds, Yuyuko's incredible weight made her grow both forward and outward. The ghost, more mass than girl, was over six and a half feet wide. A monstrous belly replaced her trim waist, stretching forward four feet and several inches. Unlike Youmu's dome shaped girth, this tummy was a thick, flabby mass made of three rolls at its front. One roll, shaped like a giant stretched oval, rested atop two bigger, sphere shaped rolls, forming a pyramid-like structure of pure fat. The top roll stretched a respectable two feet across, while the two rolls supporting it were three feet each. The three rolls met in the middle of her belly, where a ridiculously large naval sat. Her naval was deeper than a cave, and shaped like a sat upon triangle. Five layered love handles pushed out of her sides, each thick and heavily dimpled with fat. Yet her girth was far from her only gain. While her legs were rendered invisible, buried completely by the ghost's avalanche of a belly, her large forearms were impossible to miss. The size of two watermelons side by side, her flabby arms squished their rolls into the sides of her belly, creating countless layers of flab on her sides. Yuyuko's breasts, surging out fifteen inches each, were massive melons of smooth fat. The ghost's kimono was completely open around her breasts, revealing every inch of her deep cleavage and a few inches of the top of her belly. Underneath Yuyuko sat what Reimu initially took to be a cushion, but turned out to be a thick layer of butt flab. Fat from said rear extended all around her like a scarf, spreading out seven inches from her person. Peering around to Yuyuko's back, Reimu noticed that Yuyuko's butt had the shape and consistency of Youmu's... yet it spread over seven feet across, each ass cheek like a massive, spherical bean bag. Yuyuko's every movement sent waves through her butt cheeks, as if to demonstrate how incredibly soft and squishy they must be. Reimu found herself dizzy from shock at the sight of such an impossibly large and fluffy posterior. Yuyuko's face had puffy fat cheeks that created dimples around her mouth when she smiled, all framed by a meaty triple chin. Closing her eyes, Yuyuko declared, "Aren't I just the most awe-inspiring thing you'd ever seen? In fact, am I so big that my size is... an elephant in the room?"
Silence.
Folding up her fan, Yuyuko frowned, dimples forming around her mouth. "I worked on that one for weeks..."
"H-How...?" Reimu sputtered.
"Same way as you, shrine maiden. The Weight Gain Incident has taken its toll on all of us. Of course, it's also fair to say that most of my weight is my own fault..."
"Lady Yuyuko," Youmu complained. "Are you still calling it an Incident? I know just how much you eat since I'm the one who feeds you, and well... Incident or no, this was bound to happen."
"Wait, Yuyuko... You think of this as an Incident?"
"Perhaps I'm just saying what you want to hear," Yuyuko said with a mischievous smile. "After all, I know you've been flying around Gensokyo asking people if they thought of this as an Incident. What was your last stop again? The Scarlet Devil Mansion?"
A dangerous edge creeping into her voice, Reimu took a step forward. "And just how do you know that?"
"You'll be pleased to hear that I have plenty of knowledge on this alleged 'Incident,'" Yuyuko replied, dodging the question. "However..." Yuyuko was taken aback as her monstrous tummy let out a roar. *grrRRRRROOWWWLLLll...* Opening her mouth wide, Yuyuko motioned for Youmu. Youmu hurriedly grabbed a few dumplings from a nearby serving basket that was full of them, and began to shove them into Yuyuko's mouth. "*munch* Mm, but *chew* looking into the fruit you're so *swallow* interested in is a *munch* waste of *swallow* time. *bwooOOOOORRRRppp!!* Whew."
Hands over her ears and wincing as the entire Hakugyokurou grounds vibrated, Reimu asked, "What are you getting at?"
"It's *chew* a pointless *swallow* lead," Yuyuko explained as Youmu began to wipe her face with a napkin. "*mmph* because the one who distributed the fruit isn't the culprit to begin with. So finding his or her identity would not help your case."
Narrowing her eyes, Reimu demanded, "How could you possibly know that unless you knew the identity of both the person who distributed the fruit AND the mastermind?"
Youmu glanced at Yuyuko, frowning. "..."
Closing her eyes, Yuyuko says, "You're coming dangerously close to overstepping your bounds, shrine maiden."
For a split second, Reimu's eyes widened. "You couldn't possibly mean..." Yet Reimu quickly returned to narrowing her eyes. However, as she declared, "Clearly you aren't interested in answering anything I have to ask. I'll get out of your hair now," anger was absent from her voice. Throwing open the Japanese style door, the shrine maiden flew off, her flight path as wobbly as ever.
After a long pause, Youmu scrunched up her eyebrows and scratched her double chin. "What... just happened?"
"The poor shrine maiden was a fish out of water, flailing around, oblivious to the trouble her splashes are causing. So I gave her a line, if you will."
"I fail to follow?'
"Oh, Youmu, you silly half ghost, you don't need to. Now, feed me some more dumplings. With Reimu indebted to me for my help, I can get as many new dumplings from her as I want once I finish these."
"???"
***
"*huuUUUUURRRpp*, *huff* d-dang it."
Swaying from side to side, Reimu landed by the back entrance of Eientei, breathing heavily and belching a few times between gasps for air. "*bwooORRP!* wheeew..." Upon scanning the area, Reimu was greeted by the sight of dry grasslands filled with tall sticks of bamboo, each stick easily surpassing an adult man in height. Behind her sat a rustic, Japanese style house, and from within, Reimu could hear the banter of the former denizens of the Lunar Capital. Despite the noise inside, no moon rabbits were scurrying around the back of Eientei, leaving Reimu free to sit down on the ground with a huff.
"*huff*, I only ate more peaches because my *uuRRRp* b-belly was growling again, and yet..." Reimu gazed down at her distended gut. It's normally spherical shape was distorted, as it widened out the closer it got to Reimu and formed a dome shape at the tip, swollen beyond its constraints as a sphere. The mass of flab had extended at least another seven inches from this morning. "I wound up freaking popcorning them. Lost count at what was it, twenty-*huuRRP*-seven?" Gingerly touching her belly, Reimu winced. It felt heavy, like a bowling ball was attached to her midsection, throwing off her sense of balance. The tightness made it hard to believe it used to be a soft, pillowy mass mere hours ago.
Yet it was even harder to believe that Kasen managed to pack so many peaches into a single bag. While eating so many made her tummy's day, the thought of how said peaches had a limitless stock made Reimu frown and bite her lip. The shrine maiden tenderly rubbed her belly in rhythmic circles. Attempting to push back several more burps, she muttered aloud, "Just what-*bwoooRPPP!*-is going on with Gensokyo?"
"Heh, what do we have here?" Turning her head, Reimu caught sight of Tewi approaching her, a smirk on her face. "I heard blurts that sounded like a trumpet blast, and yet it was just the squealing of a pig that wandered in. Oink, oink~" Tewi cooed, curling her fingers above her head to mimic pig ears.
Glancing over the rabbit's figure, Reimu remarked as she stood up, trembling slightly, "Like you're one to talk."
"But I'm a rabbit, not a pig, so it's OK."
"As if that makes any sense..."
Indeed, the moniker "pig" was not an inaccurate one for Tewi herself; the rabbit's once petite frame extended to two and a half feet, making her just as wide as Reimu. Yet unlike Reimu, Tewi's belly was just the size of a volleyball, sticking out a mere eleven inches. Said belly rested comfortably above her legs, yet only managed to spread across half of her mighty thighs. Each thigh was thick, indeed, almost ridiculously so, at 13 inches a piece. Shaped like overstuffed cylinders with curved edges, their fat formed a few rolls around her rear, over her knees, and around where her hips and single roll-ed love handles met. Yet her calves were thin, almost as thin as before her gain, making her legs a sharp contrast between thick and rolled on the top and impossibly thin on the bottom, which only served to emphasis just how large her thunder thighs were. The rabbit's breasts were flat, but her rear stuck out a respectable seven inches, yet Reimu was too distracted by the girl's thighs to notice.
Unconcerned, Tewi put her hands on her volleyball of a belly and began to squish and squeeze it. "What are you *urp* doing here, anyway? I thought you hated us *urrRRP* lunarians." The calm expression on Tewi's face suggested that Tewi massaged her belly and belched often, regardless of being mid-conversation.
Curling her lip, Reimu replied, "Hate... is a strong word. And I'm here to talk with Erin."
"Still pissed how she used you during the Lunar Capital Incident? How much *urrrp* compensation are you going to squeeze out of it this time?"
"No, I-ugh," Reimu sighed, holding her head. This is why she didn't like dealing with rabbits; so ignorant, so lost in their own little word, yet so, so arrogant. "It'll be faster if you just take her to me, please."
"Whoa, 'Please'? Is the -*eeeeuuuRRRRRRP!*, whew- Border collapsing or something?" Tewi chided as she turned away, motioning for Reimu to follow. As Tewi walked, each of her seven inch butt cheeks bounced up and down with every step, forming a crease line in her dress whenever her legs extended. The rabbit's dress was already tight to begin with, as proven by the stretch lines around her crack, yet walking only seemed to stress the poor dress even further. Reimu followed, both staring at Tewi's ass and half listening to the rabbit's prattling. "Naturally, she's inside with Lady Kaguya. At this point she's probably questioning a lot of her life's decisions."
"Just what is that supposed-" Cutting herself off, Reimu glanced down at the ground, realizing that her foot stepped onto less sturdy ground. Unsurprisingly, a large circle of leaves and sticks sat in front of Reimu, clearly a disguised pit fall. Make that reason number two she hated dealing with rabbits. Stepping around the circle, Reimu asked, "No, wait, let me guess; she's huge too."
"Wow, are you a detective or something? And wait, 'too'?" Putting her hands on her rear, Tewi squeezed her ass cheeks. The fat seeped between her fingers, half burying them. "Are you calling THIS huge?" Laughing madly, the rabbit smacked her butt several times, sending her cheeks into a jiggle fit as waves shot through the blubber. "Ha, ha, ha! Oh, man, just wait, shrine maiden! This is going to be fun!"
Said shrine maiden was too busy staring at Tewi's butt to wonder as to the meaning of the girl's ambiguous statements. Silently, Reimu rubbed her own ass, confirming that it was much bigger. Packed with plenty of heft, Reimu's butt sagged many inches over her legs, and pushed up her skirt enough to reveal half of her panties. A smirk Reimu couldn't comprehend formed on her mouth as a small chuckle escaped her lips. "Heh."
"...And over here, we have another fatass moon rabbit. I find her gut to be especially large. Hey, are you listening?"
Reimu snapped her head up. The two were now at the front door of Eientei, and in its the front yard, countless moon rabbits were scurrying about. A sea of rabbit ears filled the yard as they chattered and wandered aimlessly. Every single one of them was fat, filling Eientei with bulging bellies that bounced and squished against one another as far as the eye could see. Their gain took on a pear shape that emphasized their beer guts and thick thighs, similar to Tewi. Yet Tewi was undeniably wider and fatter than them in every regard, a fact Tewi must have taken pride in, for a grin plastered itself on her face as she glanced at the other rabbits before turning back to Reimu.
"O-Oh, yeah, they're fat," Reimu said with a lazy nod.
Rolling her eyes, Tewi turned away and unlocked the door. The two waddled inside, closer and closer to the source of the rambunctious chattering Reimu heard earlier. Purely wooden walls and floors filled Reimu's vision, and every step the two took on the wooden surface caused the floor the creak loudly. Either from wear or...
"Hey, Lady Kaguya, Lady Erin, shrine maiden to see you!"
Tewi threw back the Japanese door and lumbered in, and Reimu followed, bracing herself for a shock.
She... was not disappointed.
"Tewi, what in the world are you doing? You were supposed to be overseeing the rabbit's break to ensure they didn't cause too much trouble."
"*huuuuURRRP*, oh, Erin, it's all right. I find it difficult to motivate myself to move as well."
"A-Ah, ha, ha, it's a little different with you, Lady Kaguya..."
Kaguya, Erin, and Reisen were each sitting at a small, square table in the middle of the room. Empty bags of chips, licked clean bowls, dirty serving trays, and crumbs covered nearly every inch of the floor, not to mention the table, where countless dirty bowls layed stacked a foot high in front of the trio.
Turning to Reimu, Tewi declared as she gave her belly a hearty slap, "See, what did I *huuuUURp!* tell you? I'm nothing next to these land whales."
"I... see your point."
Of the three, Kaguya was undoubtedly the largest. It seemed her lifestyle as a NEET had finally caught up with her, and in a big way at that. At over 600 pounds, the moon princess's frame reached four and a half feet in width, making her wider than the table. Speaking of the table, at 42 inches, Kaguya's belly easily covered half of it. Rather than taking on a spherical shape like Tewi, said belly was like a bloated oval, spread wide across Kaguya's frame. The smooth, roll-less belly heaved up and down with each breath the moon princess took, causing the table to wobble slightly every time. Clips and sewn threads barely kept Kaguya's kimono together. Without those clips, Kaguya's kimono would likely be hopeless against the sheer size of the moon princess's belly. Thick, meaty love handles drooped over her hips, each a seven inch tall roll of pure flab. D cup breasts sat atop her belly, jiggling whenever Kaguya released a breath. The kimono Kaguya always wore was spread wide open by her breasts, revealing not only half of the giant orbs, just barely covering her nipples, but also all of her deep, deep cleavage. The moon princess's arms were as wide and cyndelic as watermelons, their rolls nearly hiding her elbows from sight. Behind Kaguya, Reimu could see that round butt cheeks stuck twelve inches out, their rolls squishing into the chair she sat on. The chair's legs were cracked and warped in the middle, letting out a silent scream whenever Kaguya re-adjusted herself. A thick double chin formed around Kaguya's neck, creating cute dimples around her mouth. Leaning back in her seat, the moon princess let out a belch. "*bwoooOOOORRRRRP!* Wheeeew," she breathed. "That feels better." Giving her belly a pat, Kaguya straightened back up, oblivious to everyone covering their ears. Each pat sent a resounding wave through her flab. "I could go for fourteenths!"
"Lady Kaguya," Erin scolded, wagging her finger. "This was way too large of a 'snack.' You'll spoil your appetite for dinner if you-" *grrroooWWWLL...* Blushing slightly, Erin finished, "...If you keep this up." No wonder Erin's belly growled in protest; at her size, it must have taken quite a lot of food to keep it satisfied. The doctor's frame extended three feet, making her just wide enough to also surpass the table. A wide, ovular belly surged out a respectable two feet from her midsection. Said belly was perfectly smooth aside from several creases and folds at the tip of her dome; her tight, multi-colored nurse's outfit stretched as much as it could to accommodate her gain. Her hips suddenly flared out in a wide curve below her non-existent love handles, causing creases and stress lines to form at her sides. Erin's dress tightened around her thick, meaty thighs, which spread out nine inches each. Lines formed around where her thighs presumably met, the uniform clinging to what little free room it had. The doctor's breasts, giant, ovular mounds of flesh surging out fourteen inches, seemed suspended in mid air. The incredible tightness around her cleavage formed countless lines across her uniform, stretching as far as halfway across her boobs, undoubtedly the reason for their seeming to float. Their suspension only made them all the more buoyant, and every motion Erin made caused them to jiggle and bounce with a vengeance. While the doctor had no double chin, puffy cheeks framed her face, appearing so rounded they might as well have been swollen from bee stings. Glancing over her entire person, it was impossible to find a part of Erin's clothes that weren't stressed, stretched, or creased, giving the impression that the uniform was mere seconds from bursting to shreds. "Well," the doctor declared, looking away. "I suppose a few more bowls of *huuuUUURRRP* r-rice couldn't hurt." Upon belching, the nurse hugged her belly tightly, as though trying to suppress any more noises before they started.
"I think I'll have some more too. But then I'm leaving to work-and I mean it this time! You've given me even more tasks than usual, Lady Erin. I can't spend all day lounging around." Despite the rabbit's statement, one would think Reisen spent her days doing just that. The girl's frame extended roughly two feet and nine inches, making her the only one of the three capable of sitting at the table without surpassing it entirely. Her belly, a squishy mass with a cute tiny naval at the end, was barely constrained by the buttons of her shirt. Rather than forming a wide oval like her lunarian comrades, Reisen's ovular belly stretched from her person out and down to drooping between her legs. It reminded Reimu of a limp accordion. Yet accordions didn't squish around and bury one's thighs so deeply that they almost vanish, unlike Reisen's belly. Said thighs were far from unimpressive either; her flabby thighs were nine inches in width each. A seventeen inch round and fluffy rear protruded from the top of these thighs, so large it rode up 3/4ths of Reisen's skirt, revealing her white panties. Said butt pushed Reisen into the air when sitting, making her head higher than her companions despite her short height. In fact, her chair's seat was completely covered on all sides by her squished butt flab. The end of her rear smooshed up against the back of the chair, spreading it out and forming several rolls. Each of these large, flabby butt rolls pushed into Reisen's back, which had countless more rolls of back fat, each one sticking out several inches from her person. Reisen's arms were flabby and sagged down, unable to hold their own weight. Large, spherical breasts protruded ten inches in front of her, stressing her shirt's buttons even further, but not quite as much as Erin's. Surprisingly enough, Reisen's face was almost the same as her normal size, aside from her cheeks being a little meatier. Yet looking at her, you wouldn't think the rabbit minded at all; her hands on her belly, rubbing in circular motions, Reisen stared up at the ceiling, a small smile on her face. "*urrrp*, phew, *bwooORP!* ohhh... *eeeUUURPPP!!* Mmmmm." Readjusting herself on her seat, sending waves through her butt fat in the process, Reisen said calmly, "Excuse me. *urrp!*"
"This just keeps getting better and better," Reimu grumbled.
"Eh, Reimu?" Kaguya exclaimed, noticing Reimu for the first time. "How surprising."
As the girl leaned forward, Reisen's belly squished into the side of the table. "Are you here for some of Lady Erin's medicine? You could just visit me in the village when I peddle it."
"No," Reimu declared flatly. "I wanted to ask you something, Erin. About this Inci-" Recalling that everyone she met, aside from Yuyuko, believed their fattening to be a normal event, Reimu corrected herself mid-sentence. "Er, I assume you've researched as to why everyone keeps gaining weight?"
Sighing, Erin closed her eyes. "Honestly. It's a hopeless cause. While eating is cleary a part of the problem," Erin explained as she not-so-subtly glanced at the plates and empty chip bags around the room. "It can't be the only one, or so I want to think. But no matter how much I study it, the only conclusion I could come to, as both a doctor and a scientist, is that our gain is completely normal."
"I traveled through the Bamboo Forest of the Lost for that? Come on, throw me a bone here," Reimu whined, her eyebrows knit.
The doctor crossed her arms under her chest, frowning tightly. The action only suspended her breasts further into the air, both emphasizing them and causing them to jiggle slightly. "How rude, especially in front of her highness." Erin peered over at Kaguya, but she was too busy heaping more rice into her bowl to pay any heed to their conversation. "But I suppose I owe you at least that much for saving the Lunar Capital.
"What little results my research yielded has led me to believe that, once gained, this weight is simply impossible to lose. Dieting, exercise, magic... none of it will affect our current weight in any shape or form. While I feel the drastic increase in the average weight of everyone in Gensokyo to be normal, I believe I think that way because I have been manipulated. These two factors-the weight being impossible to lose and the way everyone dismisses it as normal-lead me to WANT to believe this happened due to a magic spell of sorts."
"I figured as much," Reimu replied, scratching the back of her head. "But that leaves me with so little to go on. There are plenty of people in Gensokyo powerful enough to cause the Incident, but I can't think of a single motive." Closing her eyes, Reimu muttered, "That settles it. The Incident was caused by the fruit, which had some sort of magic spell on it to make us both gain weight AND not find it suspicious. Yet according to Yuyuko, the one who distributed the fruit was simply following orders, and is not behind the Incident themselves. Even so..." Reimu opened her eyes, nodding firmly to herself. "The only lead left is that distributer. They must have seen the mastermind's face. No matter what Yuyuko says, I have to find out who gave out the fruit!"
"Fruit? Fruit, you say?" Snapping back to reality, Reimu looked down to see Tewi gazing up at her intently.
"Er, yeah, fruit. About two months ago-"
"Say no more," Tewi declared as she held up her hand. "I knew something was suspicious about that fruit. Otherwise why would she come down all the way from Youkai Mountain and risk getting trapped in the Bamboo Forest of the Lost just to deliver it?"
"Youkai Mountain?!" Reimu blurted. "The fruit came from-"
"Hey, shrine maiden. You're interested in why we're so fat? Watch this." Waddling up to Reisen, Tewi declared, "Whoa! I can't believe it!"
Looking around, Reisen asked quickly, "Believe what?"
"How'd a whale get in here?!"
"Ha, ha," Reisen deadpanned before facing forward again.
"Just look at how big you've gotten, whale," Tewi teased as she smacked Reisen's exposed butt. It jiggled violently for a few seconds, to the point where Reisen had to put both of her hands on it to suppress it's vibrations. "From how happy you looked earlier, you'd think you were enjoying your new size or something!"
"I'm hardly enjoying this!" Reisen yelled, her face red. Tenderly rubbing her tush where she was hit, she added, "I was just having fun relaxing in my time off. B-Besides, don't you have work you need to do?"
"Don't you have pounds you need to work OFF?"
"That's IT!" Reisen declared as she tried to stand up.
Shouting, Tewi pulled out a small square box with a single red button in the center. "Ah-ha!" Tewi called as she smacked the button down with her fist.
Suddenly, metal rings shot out from the arms and legs of Reisen's chair, pinning her to the chair and forcing her to sit back down. "A-Ah...!" Reisen gasped. "What are you doing?!"
"Oh, ho, ho, this looks interesting~" Kaguya sang, as though she weren't involved at all.
"Tewi, what in the world are you trying to accomplish?" Erin asked, her voice steely calm. "Release Reisen immediately!"
"Pay attention, shrine maiden," Tewi whispered over her shoulder. "This is where it gets good."
The rabbit hobbled up to Reisen as fast as her little legs could carry her, far out speeding Erin as the doctor attempted to stand and waddle around Kaguya's side. Now in front of Reisen, Tewi forced her hand into Reisen's mouth and forced it down.
"Mmmmph!"
"Now open wide, big bunny~" Tewi hummed as she pulled out a strange sphere shaped object from her dress.
"That's-!" Reimu gasped. It was a yellow sphere with little black dots scattered around it like freckles. A small black stem stuck out of the top. "The fruit!"
"Bon appétit!" Tewi shoved the fruit into Reisen's mouth, then pushed her mouth shut. Reisen coughed several times as she chewed slowly, one eye closed as she grimaced. "So, what do you think? It's your second one in two months. Taste any better than the first time?" Tewi asked with a grin as the iron bars released Reisen from their clutches.
"Uugh," Reisen moaned as she stood up from her chair, wobbling slightly.
"Reisen, are you all right?!" Erin demanded, no longer running after Tewi. "How do you feel?"
"I feel so... weird," the rabbit complained. "*urrrp*, ohhh, *huuUUUURRRP*, nnngh, *brrWOOOORRRP!* ahhhh... *BEEEOOOORRRRRRPPP!!*" Reisen moaned painfully in-between a sudden splurge of increasingly louder belches.
Suddenly, Reisen's nine inch thighs tripled in size, growing into incredible 27 inch masses of curvy cylinders. The rabbit's hips flared out to a ridiculous five feet and five inches, stretching her skirt so far it ripped down the middle. Her rear wasn't far behind, as the seventeen inch mass grew to protrude 28 inches, each ass cheek a giant blob of fat the size of a bean bag. The rabbit's poor panties ripped nearly to shreds, and what remained buried itself into her cheek's massive butt crack, as though hiding in fear. Not to be left out, her skirt's sides split open completely, revealing the hem of her panties. After letting out a loud gurgle, the rabbit's belly expanded and surged forward, like a balloon being blown up. It stretched out 25 inches, now a giant sphere of pure fluffy fat, it's droopy oval shape a thing of the past. The rabbit's new and improved belly hung over her panties' hem and all the way down to just above her now heavily dimpled knees. In the process of expanding, the rabbit's shirt buttons all but exploded off of her, flying and nailing the walls at speeds that rendered them deadly projectiles. Even her ten inch breasts swelled, doubling their size to an incredible twenty inches. The rabbit's clothes tore around her nipples, revealing her pink bra underneath, as the rest of her buttons abandoned ship in a similar fashion to their defeated comrades. On top of that, her arms inflated until they were the size of two watermelons side by side, easily tripling their former size. In the process, her sleeves ripped and tore around her arms, and what didn't rip held her arm flab in such a death grip it formed countless rolls across her forearms. Now her shirt hung uselessly over her person, leaving a two feet opening showing clear as day between each half of her shirt. It only managed to cover half of her breasts and belly, Even then, the girl's shirt was filled with countless rips and tears in the front. As she breathed heavily, her face expanded, forming a thick double chin where her neck used to be, and swelling her cheeks until they formed dimples around her mouth and small lines under her eyes. After several seconds, the rabbit took a few deep, heavy breaths, her belly bouncing up and down as she did. Yet she was far from done; her rear surged outward yet again, expanding the two giant spheres of butt cheek until they protruded out 37 inches. The girl's panties ripped completely, their shreds falling to the floor and rolling down her butt cheeks. Each smooth cheek was larger than a boulder, and they sagged below the backs of her knees. Not to be outdone, her belly grew yet again, swelling until it protuded 46 inches outwards, now so large it brushed up against the floor when she stood. Wobbling slightly, Reisen stared down at her new body, wide eyed. "Ah... Ah...!" Backing up, the rabbit tripped over her own to feet and fell smack down on her butt. *pwoof!* Instead of a crash, a sound not unlike a pillow smacking a pillow resounded, the girl's butt jiggling madly as it smooshed against the floor. Giant rolls of fat formed against the floor in protest to being squished. The rest of the girl's body jiggled vehemently from the force of impact, even after being softened by her rear. Tears welling up in her eyes, Reisen sobbed, "W-W-What in the world did you d-d-do to *HUUUUURRRRRRPPP!!* me?!"
"She's... she's even bigger than me," Kaguya remarked in awe as she struggled to stand up.
Reimu's mouth gaped as she muttered, "If her gut and rear extended another time... she'd be even bigger than Yuyuko...!"
A bead of sweat trickling down her forehead, Erin stuttered, "Y-Yes, at this size... she has to be over 750 pounds...!"
Grinning mischievously, Tewi put both of her hands on Reisen's belly and began to run and knead it, like a chef would dough. "Wowww," Tewi cooed. "It's even more potent than I thought." Burying her face in her fellow rabbit's belly, Tewi muffled, "It's so soft... I wanna make this my bed..."
"*urrrrRRRP*, T-Tewi, get off and *bwooOOORRRP!* f-fix this! *hurrrp!*" Reisen wheezed, struggling to speak between all the burps she was belting out.
"Reisen..." Erin began, frowning. "I don't know how to tell you this, but that's impossible. My research has led me to believe that it's simply isn't possible for us to lose weight."
Reisen whimpered.
"Aw, but it's not so bad," Tewi declared as she smacked Reisen belly several times in a row, causing the poor girl to go into another burping fit. "I think you look kinda cute this way. Rabbits are supposed to be fluffy, right? Well," Hugging Reisen's belly, Tewi declared, "There ain't a rabbit on the moon fluffier than you."
"You... You really *huuuRRRp!* mean it?"
Rubbing Reisen's belly in a circular motion, Tewi grinned up at Reisen, her eyes half closed. "Why would I lie to the cutest rabbit in Gensokyo? Second to me, of course."
"W-Well, I feel a little *eeurp!!* better if you put it that way..." Sighing, Reisen smooshed her arm fat into her breast fat, pushing hard enough against it that she managed to reach Tewi's head. Patting it several times, Reisen muttered, "What am I going to do with you if you keep *huuuUUURRRP!* pranking me like this?"
"What am I going to do if you fall for them so easily?" Rubbing her cheek against Reisen's belly, Tewi cooed, "I guess I can go a little easier on you, though, on account of this fluffiness pinning you down~"
Reisen blushed slightly as she looked away, her eyebrows knit. The girl wasn't frowning despite her disposition, however; rather, it seemed a small smile was playing at her lips. "Just... don't do this again, or to anyone else, all right?"
"Wouldn't dream of it. You're the only fatty I'm interested in~" Tewi declared as she wrapped her legs and arms around Reisen's belly, suspending her from the ground. Rolls of flab formed around Tewi, nearly burying her alive into the softness. "Mmmmm."
Shaking her head, Reimu turned around, heading for the door. "You're leaving?" Erin called. "While I did summarize them, I did not yet show you my notes on-"
"Nah, thanks to this and a few other things I pieced together, I have a pretty good idea as to what's going on... and who's behind it," Reimu added ominously. "There's nothing left for me here. And, honestly... After what happened, I'd rather be as far away as possible from Tewi." Opening the door, Reimu muttered, "Youkai Mountain, huh? If Tewi's right, that's where I'll find the distributer. And, if my guess as to their identity and motive in helping the mastermind is correct..." A glint in her eyes, Reimu declared, "Then I'll know for certain who the mastermind really is."
***
"Ha... Ha...Jeez, could she make this staircase any longer?"
Sweat dripping down her forehead, Reimu hefted one thick leg onto a step after another. The beating of the sun overhead, the high altitude, and the lack of shade made the experience even worse. "It's a wonder how the Moriya *huff* Shrine gets any guests at all..."
*grrrroorWWWWLLL...* Reimu's exposed, sweaty stomach let out a low, quiet growl. Hugging her waist, Reimu grimaced. "D-Dang it, maybe I should've eaten something on the way here after all. Even if I wind up binging again..." The image of Yuyuko filling her room and Reisen being large enough to act as a bed flashed in Reimu's mind. Knitting her eyebrows, Reimu scowled as her stomach let out another weak growl. "On second thought, forget it. I'd rather starve."
Looking up, Reimu noticed the iconic archway at the top of the stairs, signaling the entrance to the Moriya holy grounds. After a few more awkward steps and many a deep breath, Reimu made it to the top. Hands on her knees, she looked up to see an unexpected sight. "W... What in the world?"
A banner hung between the shrine archway pillar, announcing, "Please Visit Moriya Shrine For All of Your Weight Loss Needs!" An awkward doodle done in crayon portrayed a big bellied, frowning shrine maiden, followed by an arrow that pointed to a skinny shrine maiden pumping her muscles happily.
It seems the idea had merit, as several obese villagers were gathered at the shrine entrance, eagerly waiting in front of the shrine's three sacred goddesses, Sanae, Kanako, and Suwako.
"Thank you, come again!" Sanae sang in a disgustingly sunshiny voice. The shrine maiden handed out several flyers to each of the visitors, jiggle around as she bounced from guest to guest. "There's no miracle like a Kochiya miracle!" Reimu curled her lip as she ignored other such marketing slogans spewing from the scheming shrine maiden's mouth. The visitors, on the other hand, were all smiles as they took the fliers and lumbered off towards the stairs.
"It was worth the walk up here..."
"Isn't odd that the ones promoting weight loss are so... large?"
"Well, it makes me feel better about myself, at least."
"Same. Still worth coming even if it doesn't work."
Other such mutters filled the air as the crowd slowly dispersed, clutching onto their pamphlets like they were ancient treasure maps. Soon, the crowd was gone, any trace of their presence vanishing.
Cupping her hands around her mouth, Sanae called, "Be sure to tell your friends about our weight loss miracle!" Yet judging by Sanae's appearance, their weight loss miracle wasn't anything to write home about. Despite being just as wide as Reimu at two and a half feet across, Sanae was decidedly fatter at 400 pounds. The Moriya shrine maiden had a large, spherical belly that pushed up and split her shirt, revealing it in all its fluffy glory. Sticking out twenty one inches, the girl's belly hung over her skirt. A cute round naval, no bigger than a penny in size, sat in the middle of the fluff. Its round shape was slightly distorted by the flab surrounding it. Every time Sanae turned, walked, or so much as breathed, her big bowl of a jelly belly would wobble and jiggle, making it impossible to ignore. Yet her belly was far from her only impressive gain; a big, round, bubble butt of a rear stuck out twenty inches from her frame. Her large, spherical cheeks were barely covered by her massive skirt, which was stretched to the point that several creases had formed across her crack. The ass stuck out so far that no leg weight supported their heft, causing Sanae's butt cheeks to bounce and jiggle almost as much as her belly. The shrine maiden looked a little ridiculous with a bouncing belly and butt that stuck out so far on each side of her body, each one acting as a counterbalance for the other. Beneath them, eight inch shapely thighs filled Sanae's skirt completely, to the point that its hem dug into her legs. Yet all this mass was overshadowed by Sanae's breasts. Resting atop of her belly, Sanae's massive, overripe melons of boobs both stuck out sixteen inches and was sixteen inches in diameter, making Sanae's rack even fatter than Sakuya's. The mighty breasts jigged with every breath she hefted. The girl's shirt was so tight against her boobs that the outline of her bra cups were visible. Reimu gulped. The size of that bra had to be bigger than that of an E cup, and even then, it was tight enough against her breasts to squish them ever so slightly. To accommodate these hanging fruits, Sanae's collar was undone and wide open. At the base of her collar, a hint of her deep, deep cleavage was visible. On each side of these monstrous breasts sat exposed, thick arm flab. At seven inches in diameter per forearm, her thick arms sweat from being exposed to the sun. They were painfully forced into her hanging sleeves' bands, forming a small roll around said bands. Yet despite all this weight, Sanae's face only gained cute pudgy cheeks. "Phew, that was hard work," Sanae breathed as she wiped sweat off of her forehead with the back of her arm. Pumping her arms with excitement, sending waves through her arm flab in the process, Sanae cheered, "Still, I hope even more come next time!"
Kanako muttered, "Sanae... are you sure you know what you're doing this time?" Judging from the goddess' own size, she had every right to be skeptical of any weight loss miracles. Kanako's frame reached three and a half feet in width, making her noticeably wider than Sanae. An ovular, firm belly stuck out sixteen inches from her midsection, its hefty weight spread wide across her entire frame, only serving to make it look even fatter. The goddess's shirt gave up covering it a long time ago, instead resting halfway across her shirt just above her belly button. Meaty singular rolled love handles framed her belly's sides, drooping over her hips. Speaking of her hips, the goddess had wide, curvy hips that gave way to her incredible sixteen inch thick thighs. Large, D cup, ovular breasts stuck out above her belly, burying her circular ornament on her necklace so deep between their cleavage it was nearly rendered invisible. Lastly, her cheeks became thick and puffy with fat, forming dimples around her mouth whenever she spoke. "I cannot help but believe that no one will place much Faith in... larger women... prophesying about weight loss plans."
"Eh, who cares," Suwako laughed merrily. "Did you see how they waddled up the stairs?!" Suwako had little right to accuse anyone of waddling. The frog goddess was the "thinnest" as just two feet in diameter, but her weight outward rather than across. A big, fluffy beach ball of a belly protruded eighteen inches outward while also being eighteen inches tall; a perfect sphere. Suwako's belly was so large, it reached down to just on top of her knees. Impressive seven inch tall love handles squished out of her sides, hanging down far enough to touch her thighs. Speaking of her legs, her legs were curvy yet very thick at eight inches in diameter per thigh. Yet the frog goddess's rear only stuck out six inches, and her breasts were next to nonexistent, giving her a decidedly pear-shaped figure. The complete lack of chubbiness on her face of any kind was almost comical when compared to the size of her bulging belly. Smacking her belly several times, sending it into a jiggle fit, the frog goddess teased, "Ha, ha, you'd think we were offering a smorgas*bwooOORRRP!*-ord!" Poking at her belly, almost burying it in the process, Suwako muttered, "Not that I'm one to talk..."
"L-Lady Suwako!" Kanako growled, a twitching smile on her face.
"Don't worry, Lady Kanko, Lady Suwako! Of course I know what I'm doing!" Sanae declared with a tight frown and a firm nod. "I think. Probably. ...Well, either way, we'll definitely get more Faith!"
"Sanae..."
Clapping several times, Reimu announced, "All right, that's enough, cut the act."
The three goddesses turned to Reimu, eyes widened. "The Hakurei Shrine Maiden? What on earth are you doing all the way up here," Kanako questioned, skepticism rising in her voice.
"Oooo, this should be interesting," Suwako cooed.
"O-Oh! Reimu!" Sanae cried. Poking the tips of her fingers together, Sanae looked to the side as beads of sweat dripped down her forehead. "T... This isn't what it looks like! No need to be so angry, er... Senpai?"
"Don't, 'Senpai' me, you doe eyed little miscreant!" Reimu yelled, causing Sanae to put her hands over her head and cower silently.
Pulling at her sleeve, Suwako retreated with Kanako into the shrine, suppressed smirks on their faces. Reimu could have sworn she heard Kanako utter, "Don't say I didn't tell you so," as they closed the door behind them. Poor Sanae looked over her shoulder at the door, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.
Inching closer to Sanae, Reimu yelled, "I was wondering why I had so few of visitors!" Taking another step forward, Reimu was now mere inches from Sanae. The Hakurei shrine maiden could feel Sanae's sugary sweet breath on her face. "In times of crisis, people normally turn to ME! 'Oh, dearest Hakurei shrine maiden, we implore you to solve this Incident once more. We are so, so sorry for not worshipping more often!'"
Blinking several times, Sanae asked as her voice cracked, "H-Has anyone ever actually said-"
"That's not the point!" Reimu roared, causing Sanae to shiver. Jabbing her finger into Sanae's belly, Reimu declared, "They never had the chance to! All because YOU were too busy flaunting your disgustingly huge boobs in their faces as you fed them your pack of lies! Then, THEN you sat as the queen on the hill, watching from above as they all but tripped over themselves to reach you!"
Quivering, Sanae stuttered, "M-My breast don't- ...I'm sorry?"
Reimu repeatedly poked her finger into Sanae's gut, each time sending a wave through the fluffy mass as her finger would sink in and vanish. "Give. Me. Back. My Worship-eh?!"
Sanae leaned forward, causing her breasts to bounce into Reimu's. The heavy, doughy melons squished up against Reimu's, congealing around them as though trying to devour them. As Sanae leaned forward further, so too did her breasts squish further. The two's big, sweaty bellies collided underneath their breasts, squishing against each other. Sanae's twenty one inch belly smooshed around Reimu's fifteen inch one, almost covering it entirely as Reimu's belly dug into Sanae's. "Reimu," Sanae spoke softly, her eyebrows upturned. A few seconds passed before Sanae chimed, "See? My breasts are only a few sizes bigger than yours! You have nothing to be-*urrRRRRPPPP!!*- jealous of!" In response, Reimu leaned her head back as she squeezed her eyes shut, clearly displeased with someone belching in her face. Blushing slightly, Sanae added, "...You shouldn't have kept poking my belly..."
Seething, Reimu spat, "I will never be jealous of-" Cutting herself off, Reimu heaved a long sigh. As she did so, her boobs pushed into Sanae's, causing both sets of breasts to jiggle and squish around each other even further. Eyes half closed, Reimu said, "Let's just both admit I'm right and move on, okay? I don't have time for this."
"Eh?" Frowning, Sanae asked, "Is that really how making up after an argument works?"
After a pause, Reimu said with a smirk, "It is in Gensokyo."
"Oh... Ohhhh, I see!" Pumping her flabby arms, sending waves through her exposed forearms in the process, Sanae declared, "Then this is just another thing about Gensokyo I needed to learn! Like the normal greeting in Gensokyo is with a spell card or two, right?"
"...Right. Now get off of me."
"Oh, okay, sorry!" After giving Reimu's belly a friendly pat, causing it to jiggle a bit, Sanae stepped back, her face a little flushed. "So, um... what made you come to the Shrine? ...Are you interested in losi-"
"Not hardly. I'm here to ask about the Incident, or, rather, your latest scam."
"I fail to follow...?"
"I'm going to be blunt. It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, but I know for a fact that a certain fruit is what caused everyone in Gensokyo to gain weight. I've seen it for myself." Narrowing her eyes, Reimu demanded, "Did you distribute the fruit yourself to create a problem, then offer the Moriya Shrine's services as the only solution?"
"N-No! Of course not!" Sanae cried. Resting her hands on her belly, Sanae explained, "Besides, we're all so big because of how we eat! You should see how I eat rice. Then you'll understand."
"No, I..." Frustrated, Reimu rubbed her temples. "Let me guess; you're lying."
"Eh?"
"You know about the fruit because you were given the fruit from someone else on the mountain. Since I know the original distributor of the fruit to be on the mountain, they likely gave it to you in person."
Looking away, Sanae sang, "I-I don't know what you're saying, I can't hear anything, la, la, la~"
Ignoring Sanae's outburst, Reimu continued. "Since no one else has been hesitant to tell me about the fruit, you probably struck some sort of deal with the distributor. Like, 'I won't tell anyone who you are, so long as you worship at the Moriya Shrine,' or some garbage." Looking up, Reimu saw that Sanae was puffing out her cheeks and crossing her arms underneath her mighty breasts, pushing them upward and emphasizing their size. "Did I hit the nail on the head?"
"That's no fair, Reimu," Sanae pouted. "Why don't I get to play detective at my own shrine?"
"Because you're an accomplice."
Sanae winced. "Uuuuu... Accomplice is a strong word..."
"So you admit I was right. Fine. You don't have to tell me their identity. If my guess is right, then even if she intended to worship here, her short attention span probably made her forget her promise within the-" Suddenly, Reimu's belly let out a loud, guttural growl. *guuuuUUUUUUNNNN...* "...hour."
"Aw, are you hungry?" Sanae asked, perking up. Putting her hands on Reimu's belly ("H-Hey! Quit it!"), Sanae began to squish and grope Reimu's fluffy flab. "Huh, no wonder! Your tiny belly-well, compared to my big ol' mountain, anyway-is SO squishy! It's like it's completely empty!" Smiling up at Reimu, Sanae cooed, "Don't you just love it when your belly goes from being all squishy to as tight and firm as a rock after a big meal? Personally, I love it most when-"
Blushing, Reimu slapped Sanae's hands off of her belly. "N-No! I'm not hungry at all! You're just hearing things."
"Aw, no need to be so embarrassed." Putting her hands on the sides of her belly, Sanae gave it a gook shake. Waves rippled across her tummy's vast surface, and her breasts bounced so high they covered half of her face. "Being all big can be fun once you're used to it! *urrrp*, phew, 'scuse me."
Gritting her teeth as her cheeks turned ever redder, Reimu hissed, "Drop it."
"Okaaaay..."
"I have one last thing to ask you. ...How long have you been advertising your weight loss miracle crap?"
"Ummm, about a month, I guess."
"Then don't you find it strange that it hasn't worked at all?"
Frowning, Sanae whined, "That's a kinda mean way to put it."
"No, think about it. With the Urban Legend Incident, if people believe in something, it will come true, even if it means something has to materialize into existence for it to happen. So if enough people believe in your weight loss miracle's powers, they should actually begin to lose weight. Yet they haven't, have they?"
"Do they not believe in the power of the Moriya Shrine...?"
"Honestly, I wouldn't blame them if they didn't. But that's not it. For whatever reason, the Urban Legend Incident is just completely useless here. In fact, so are any and all normal means of losing weight." Sanae rubbed her chin as her eyebrows twitched while Reimu explained, "So it must have been magic to cause the weight gain, right? But if that was the case, then the Urban Legend Incident should have a higher priority over a normal magic spell. Yet it clearly doesn't. That means..."
Tilting her head, Sanae asked, "...What, exactly?"
Sighing, Reimu turned and began to waddle away. "Never mind. I'm off to meet the distributor on this very mountain. Once I've met her..." Reimu narrowed her eyes. "...I'll be able to confront the mastermind with proof of their identity and methods."
"W-Wait!" Sanae called, stopping Reimu in her tracks. "Before you go, there's something I forgot."
"And just what would that b-"
Before Reimu could turn, Sanae turned her back to Reimu and thrust out her butt. "Uwah?!" Sanae's massive, twenty inch bubble butt easily overtook Reimu's fourteen inch rear. The Moriya shrine maiden's tush squished around Reimu's, burying Reimu's flab beneath her own, as though trying to devour it. Butts still touching, Sanae began to bounce up and down, rubbing her butt across Reimu's as she did so. This only served to cause both butts to jiggle against one another, squishing and congealing against each other's flab. "Huh, getting a feel for our sizes... I really am much fatter!" Laughing merrily, Sanae added, "Ha, ha, I thought we'd be the same since we're just as wide as each other, 'butt' I guess I was wrong! Both my breasts and my butt are even bigger than yours! Ha, ha, I wonder about our bellies-"
Thrusting her butt backwards, Reimu pushed Sanae off of her with her own rear. As both sets of butt cheeks jiggled from the impact, Reimu yelled, face tinted red, "Get off of me, fatass!!"
***
"And so, our heroine descends the last step of Moriya Shrine's steps. Breathing heavily, she puts her hands on her knees. '*huff, huff*' she says, gasping for breath. 'I should have known movement was too much to ask of a slow, fatass like me. If I had only asked Aya, the fastest and mightiest girl in Gensokyo, for her infallible help, I'd of made it down the stairs in seconds.'"
"Miss Aya," a second voice exclaimed with a loud whisper. "You're being too noisy. She'll hear us!"
"So let her," a third voice spat. "You two deserve her wrath for stalking her all day."
"Crap, did she just look over here? Quick, Momiji! Initiate operation 'Tree Imitation!'"
"Eh?! You never taught me anything like that!"
The trio of stalkers proceeded to stand with their backs as straight as rulers, and their arms spread out from them perpendicularly. All three stared at Reimu, as though inviting a response. Holding her head in her hands, Reimu sighed. "Would you three 'trees' just come out already? I'm not in the mood for attacking you with surprise danmaku."
"Tsk, and I thought our disguises were foolproof..."
"You're the only fool here."
Stepping out from the bushes surrounding the Moriya Shrine stairway entrance, Aya, Momiji, and Hatate emerged, faces tinted red. Crossing her arms, Reimu snapped, "Need I even ask why you three were following me?"
"Don't lump me in with them," Hatate cried. "Aya practically dragged me along saying, 'This'll be the biggest scoop of the year!'...Which, I might add, she claims twice a week."
"Well I thought Reimu would do something interesting," Aya whined. "But all she's done is fly around, belch a lot, and complain about other people's weight with no regard to how fat she herself is."
"Maybe you should be nicer to the person you already offended by stalking her all day...?"
"And just HOW is stalking offensive," Aya asked, baffled. "If I didn't stalk people and take their photos without permission, I wouldn't have been able to publish half of my best articles!"
"'Hakurei Shrine Maiden pushes on 'Pull Door' sign, witnesses laugh, caught on tape' is hardly your best article, bird brain."
As the trio quarreled noisy, clearly more offended by Aya's behavior than the reporter's own victim was, Reimu sized them up. As expected, they were hardly unaffected by the Incident.
At two feet wide, Aya was the "thinnest" of the three, and that's being generous. A fluffy, ovular belly extended twenty-seven inches out from her frame. Every button around her waist was left undone, resulting in the two halves of her shirt resting atop both sides of her belly. The fact that each button was missing made Reimu wonder if Aya's current style choice was a willing one, or if they had popped off long ago. The Crow Tengu's belly hung over her skirt's waistband. Said waistband only made it halfway up Aya's mighty set of two feet wide hips, so Reimu could see every inch of Aya's pink panties. The buttons that normally lined the side of her skirt were popped off as well, replaced by several hastily knitted threads clinging together for dear life. Aya's thick, meaty thighs were visible through her split skirt, each thigh an impressive thirteen inches in diameter. Taking on the shapes of ovals, their flab sunk into and around the threads of Aya's skirt, seemingly screaming for freedom. Fortunately, Aya's breasts, a C cup, were the only part of her body capable of being contained by buttons, yet even then, only two of Aya's three top buttons held together. Large ovular gaps formed between the two closed buttons, creating an opening wide enough to see Aya's black bra. Reimu was baffled by the fact that one could effortlessly see the Crow Tengu's bra and panties, and Aya herself didn't even seem to notice. Oddly enough, the Crow Tengu's face remained nearly unchanged, simply taking on a rounder shape overall instead of flabby cheeks or a double chin. Drumming her fingers across her belly, Aya muttered, "I don't need a lecture about my job from YOU, little miss, 'I *buuuuRROOOWWWP!*-pheew, wow-belch like a man every five minutes but I have the nerve to act like I'm a professional!" Grabbing her belly flab, Aya began to squish and mold her fat between her fingers, belching loudly every few seconds. "*uurrrp*, *bwuuuRRP*, phew, good evening! My name is Hatate. Welcome to Bun-*bwuUUUUURRRp!*-maru offices!"
Snapping her head towards Aya, Hatate spat, "I-I-I do NOT burp that much! I'll have you know I only burp before big meals to make room, after big meals to help with digestion, several times for the a few hours afterward, and, and..." The reporter's face turned bright red. "I-It really doesn't FEEL that often, at least...!"
It was understandable why Hatate would need to let out gas so often; she had a large body to hold it all in. At three and three quarters feet wide, the reporter was easily the widest of the three. Yet her belly stuck out a mere foot, taking on a small but protruding oval shape. Thick, triple layered love handles sat at its sides, each layer jiggling with each big movement Hatate made. The real star of the show, however, were her hips and butt. Her incredible pair of hips encompassed the entirety of her three and three quarters feet frame, stretching her skirt to a comical degree. The reporter's skirt was tight enough against her hips, rear, and legs that it might as well have been part of a bodysuit. The multi-colored checkered pattern of her skirt only highlighted and emphasized her size, each square distorted into rectangles that warped even further around her curves. Speaking of curves, the girl's thunder thighs, fourteen inches in diameter a piece, manage to retain their sexy curves even at their current size. Faced with an insurmountable task, her trusty belt merely hung in her skirt's belt loops, un-connected. In fact, nearly a foot separated her belt from its nearest belt hole. And no wonder; Hatate's mighty butt shot out thirty nine marvelous inches from her frame. Each butt cheek reached nineteen and a half inches in diameter, giving them the appearance of over-inflated beach balls. The reporter's bulbous butt pushed up her skirt completely, which would have revealed every inch of her panties if not for the black stockings she wore. Said stockings managed to completely cover her butt, allowing the poor girl some modesty, yet it also had the reverse effect. The color black seemed to catch the light, thus accentuating her butt's curviness. With every motion of her body, her butt would bounce and jiggle like mad, the light on her stockings emphasizing as much all the while. Back to her front, Reimu couldn't help but notice that Hatate's tie was buried between her two breasts, for each of her E cup sized boobs were the size of a soccer ball. The girl's collar was wide open, as though she thought her tie sufficient enough to block her cleavage. Yet even then, it seemed more that her tie was BURIED beneath said cleavage rather than blocking it, as her deep cleavage was still clearly visible atop her tie. Hatate's face had fat, puffy cheeks that formed cute dimples around her mouth, yet her neck was just thin enough to avoid forming a double chin. Putting her hands atop her butt cheeks, sending a ripple wave through her ass fat in the process, Hatate muttered, "Honestly, the nerve of some-*uuuUUUUUURRRRPPP!!*" Before she could finish her sentence, Hatate's mouth flew wide open to let out a mighty belch, all the while her pupils dilated and her hands floated uselessly at her sides. Taking a deep breath, the girl clamped both of her hands around her mouth as she let out several more muffled-yet still obnoxiously loud-burps. "*huuuUUURRP!* *uuuUUUuuuRRRP!* *bwooOOORRRRPPP!!* Ohhhhh...!" Moaning, Hatate closed her eyes and upturned her eyebrows as she gingerly rubbed her tiny belly. "Nnnngh... *eeeurrp*" Reimu found herself marveling at the reporter's stomach, impressed that it could hold so much gas within its (comparatively) small confines.
Snickering, Aya elbowed Hatate's gut. "This that 'few hours after a big meal' time you mentioned? Or is it before a big meal? Ohh, or maybe just after? I'm sorry, you pointed out so many times I lost count~"
"*hurrrp* Shut up already! I admit it. I *urrrRP* b-burp a lot," Hatate conceded as she waved her hand in front of her face.
"Come ooon, guys," Momiji whined. "Can one day go by when you don't pick on each other about our sizes?" At thirty two inches wide, it was no wonder Momiji felt the need to defend her size. A pot belly bigger than her own body's width protruded thirty three inch in front of Momiji; so large a sphere that it reached all the way down to her knees. Completely uncovered by her shirt, the bulbous belly was free to bounce and jiggle with Momiji's every step. A large, tent shaped belly button sat in the middle of her fluff, so deep Reimu couldn't see the end. To counter this heavy burden, Momiji was blessed with a butt that extended two feet from her frame. Each of her cheeks had the appearance of a stereotypical bubble butt, yet was four times the size. Thankfully, Momiji's hakama somewhat disguised her rear, making it appear like two giant bumps rather than shapely bubbles. The girl's C-cup breasts filled her shirt completely, to the point that the shirt hem tucked under her breasts, lifting them slightly into the air. Several creases formed between her breasts, only further emphasizing their respectable size. While Momiji's neck similarly did not form a double chin, her cheeks were thinner, just a tiny bit pudgier compared to before her gain. As the Wolf Tengu waddled up to Aya, she kicked her legs into her belly, causing it to bounce all the while. "*huff*, Can't we all just get along? It's hot enough outside without having to move and argue and eat big meals and..." At the mention of big meals, Momiji's belly let out a low, guttural growl. *grrrooooWWWWLL...* Momiji's voice trailed off as she looked down at her bulging belly, whimpering helplessly. Poking it a few times, her tail flickered nervously. "C-Coincidentally, maybe we should get something to eat on the way home... Again."
Out of the corner of her eye, Reimu spotted something shiny dangling from a band around Aya's neck. "Wait, is that...?"
Following Reimu's gaze, Aya looked down at her breasts. "Huh, oh, these?" Grabbing her boobs and giving them a good squeeze, causing her breast fat to seep out between her fingers, Aya cooed, "Not bad, are they? But if this impresses you..." Jumping behind her co-worker, Aya shot out her hands and grabbed Hatate's E cup breasts. "...You should check out Hatate's rack!"
"A-Aya! Let go of me at once!" Hatate cried in protest, flailing around. Yet Aya hung on, bouncing Hatate's breasts up and down. Ripples shot through the girl's fat with Aya's every grope, causing the tie caught in her cleavage to shift. Eventually, Hatate's tie came completely free, dangling in front of Hatate without so much as covering an inch of the girl's deep, deep cleavage. Nearly every inch of the girl's breasts were visible as they bounced and jiggled like mad, squishing against each other at her cleavage.
"Amazing, isn't it?" Aya laughed.
"M-Miss Aya, I've told you before, Miss Hatate gets really uncomfortable when you touch her like that!"
Wiping away drool from her mouth, Reimu muttered, "N-No, not your boobs! I meant that thing hanging around your neck."
"Ohhhh," Aya muttered. Letting go of Hatate's boobs (to which poor Hatate massaged and rubbed her boobs where Aya had roughhoused her), Aya picked up the object and grinned. "So you noticed!" Holding it up, Aya declared as she puffed out her chest, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly, "This is my new, improved, state of the art camera! It shoots videos, does flash photos, and-"
"Like I care about any of that! Where did you get it?! That doesn't look like anything I'd seen in Gensokyo, and certainly not like something the Kappa would make."
Blinking once, Aya let go of the camera and put her hands behind her head, whistling. "Hmmmm? I just happened upon it is all~"
"Please. You got that as 'payment' for your 'assignment' from HER two months back, didn't you?"
Aya froze.
Frowning, Momiji stared up at her partner. "Miss Aya? What's wrong? Your face is all pale..."
Smirking, Hatate tossed her twin ponytails. "Ohhh? Turns out Aya's latest cry wolf yielded something promising after all."
Narrowing her eyes, Reimu explained, "Don't even try to hide it." Poking her finger deep into her squishy belly, Reimu declared, "I got an inkling as to the fact that a fruit may be the source of THIS from Sakuya at the Scarlet Devil Mansion."
"Pffft," Aya laughed, waving her hand. "You're fat because you inhale peaches like a total pig. This whole weight gain thing isn't an Incident!"
"Don't get coy with me," Reimu spat. "Now you're just trying to imitate how everyone else views this Incident."
"..."
"I got a good idea as to the mastermind's identity from Yuyuko. If I'm right, then it would have been a breeze for her to get you that camera."
Glancing at the reporter, Momiji muttered, "What's she talking about...? We're, um, big because of how we eat, right?"
"As I thought," Hatate muttered. "There's a lot more to our weight than that... Er, pun unintended."
Ignoring them, Reimu continued, "Next, at Eientei, I learned that the original distributor of this infamous fruit lives up in the Youkai Mountains. Yet after visiting Sanae, I found she's uninvolved."
"Ehhh? How can you say that? You can't just rule out suspects on a whim just because you're friends," Aya taunted. "When making a case-be it as a reporter or a wannabe detective-you gotta keep it bias-free and check all your facts for reliability. That's why you'll never be a good reporter, Reimu."
"And your transparency is why you'll never be a good liar, Aya. Sanae told me she made a deal with the distributor to not give her name in exchange for their worship at the shrine. Yet the distributor stopped worshipping due to boredom, didn't they?" Lying through her teeth, Reimu threw her head back and forced a smile. "That means Sanae's deal to keep you anonymous is off."
Aya's smile melted.
"Lies finally catching up with you, huh, Aya?" Hatate jeered, grinning as she rested her head on her hand. "Maybe now you'll actually practice what you preach by fact checking your OWN articles instead of making me do it?"
"T-That's..."
"Now, even without that juicy tid-bit, I can still prove your guilt." Holding up two fingers, Reimu explained, "If we count out Sanae, then only the Tengu or the Kappa are left. And as I said earlier, your new camera looks nothing like Kappa technology." Putting down one finger, Reimu continued, "Whose left? The Tengus. Who has been following me around all day? Three Tengu. And which one of them is dumb enough to fall for one of HER bribes?" Pointing, Reimu declared, "It all points to you, Aya! You're the one who distributed the weight gaining fruit to everyone in Gensokyo, aren't you?!"
Silence.
Suddenly throwing up her hands, Aya cried, "Sheesh, sheesh! You got me! You don't need to act like I committed some sort of horrible crime."
Momiji frowned. "But... what is it you did?"
Pinching one of Momiji's pudgy cheeks ("Owww!") Aya cooed, "From you guy's perspective, as far as you know, I did absolutely nothing~"
"??"
"Tsk, this is hardly enough information to make an article," Hatate complained. "Arrgh, this isn't satisfying at all!" Subconsciously rubbing her butt, causing her cheeks to bounce slightly with every rub, Hatate muttered, "I can't stand the feeling that I'm missing something..."
Stepping forward, Reimu asked hesitantly, "Aya. Is the mastermind..."
"Yeah, yeah," Aya sighed, releasing Momiji. "That so-called mastermind is probably exactly who you think it is." After a pause, Aya put her hands behind her head and glanced to the side. "So, uh, how about an interview in return for all the informa-"
But Aya, the fastest girl in Gensokyo, might as well have been talking to the wind, for Reimu had already out sped her by taking to the skies.
***
"Haaaaa... what a day," Reimu muttered to herself as she planted her feet firmly under the Hakurei Shrine's iconic archway. Plodding along, Reimu squinted up at the sky. The sun was setting, casting a brilliant orange hue throughout the horizon, creating large black shadows behind every object in sight. The shadows of the many surrounding Sakura trees' branches created jagged criss-crosses along the ground, giving the pavement the appearance of cracked glass. "I'd been all around to Gensokyo and back in less than twelve hours... that's gotta be a new record." Huffing and puffing, Reimu sat down on the edge of her shrine's porch, folding her hands on her lap. "And yet, I can't say it wasn't for nothing. The things I saw, the people I met... Gensokyo really has changed these past two months. Seeing how it's changed with my own two eyes is one of the many duties of the Hakurei Shrine maiden, isn't it?" As though in response, gust of wind blew leaves free from the surrounding trees, playfully whisking them away.
"And in the end," Reimu continued as she gazed down at her porch. Next to the spider web of tree branch shadows, a slender figure's shadow appeared, as though from thin air. Seeing this unsettling sight, Reimu didn't so much as flinch. "I can't say it was for nothing. Because it seems I'm one of the only people in Gensokyo who has a firm understanding of just HOW Gensokyo came to change... That is, at your hands." Looking over her shoulder, Reimu inquired in an ominous tone as she eyed the blonde haired, purple dress clad girl before her, "Isn't that right, Yukari Yakumo?"
"Ufufufufu," Yukari chuckled as she rested her chin on her hands. Reimu immediately noticed that the sage hadn't gained a single pound, not in her cheeks, not in her breasts, and certainly not in her waist. Narrowing her eyes and smiling a peculiarly wide smile, the sage asked, "Oh, my, I've been caught. Just how did you manage to find me out, Detective?"
Turning her gaze back to the sunset in front of her, Reimu replied, "Honestly? I had a feeling since the beginning. For someone to manipulate all of Gensokyo, and not a single soul raise a fuss about it, it had to be someone of tremendous power. Not Patchouli, not Tenshi, not even the Lunarians. It had to be you.
"I first got an inkling something was wrong when people thought their gain was perfectly acceptable, even normal. It wasn't just Marisa, who would probably brush off a few pounds with pigheaded denial, but rather EVERYONE in Gensokyo felt the same way. That was simply unnatural. The fact that I didn't feel the same way as well meant that the person behind this spared me of their bewitching, likely to toy with me. To go out of there way to set up such an elaborate game, and making sure I was the main player? The person behind such acts had to be someone close to me.
"After two months of suspicions, and no sign of your appearance, I decided to do something. Everyone in Gensokyo would think me lazy if I didn't investigate every Incident, so, even though I suspected the criminal's identity from the start, I played along with your little game. I explored Gensokyo. I gathered clues. I made deductions, and I confronted several people directly. Even if I hadn't known your identity, in the end, I gathered enough information to have you pinned anyway. Yet I'll admit, even I was baffled for a while as to your modus operandi."
"Ah, how flattering~" Yukari teased as she threw her head back. "So? What did I do? Tell me, tell me, I'm dying to hear."
"Erin said exercise and dieting is ineffective, so you had to of used some sort of magic. Yet when I talked to Sanae, she claimed the Urban Legend Incident was ineffective here. Since the Urban Legend Incident has higher priority than a magic spell, that ruled out my magic spell theory. ...Yet it also spelled out your method clear as day. Yukari." Turning to the sage, Reimu asked in a steely calm tone, "You used the Urban Legend Incident, didn't you? You spread a rumor that some sort of normal fruit from the outside world would cause severe weight gain when eaten, and, if they did eat the fruit, they would honestly believe their weight gain to be of their own fault and not suspect a thing. Furthermore, you made sure the rumor stated that it would be impossible to lose this weight once gained, as proven by Erin. And that's not all. Considering how large an appetite everyone in Gensokyo had, it's likely the rumor manipulated that as well. I wouldn't be surprised if you went so far as say that no other urban legend could overpower the effects of the fruit or lower the weight of anyone who ate it. That would explain why Sanae's attempt to manipulate the Urban Legend Incident with her so called 'Weight Loss Miracle' plan failed miserably.
"Thanks to the Urban Legend Incident, once enough people believed this carefully-woven tale of yours to be true, it BECAME true. Then you gave Aya a special, new camera from the outside world in exchange for her distributing the fruit to everyone in Gensokyo. With wings on her back and her reputation as the fastest in Gensokyo, you knew she could get the job done quickly. Not to mention, since she's always bugging people to subscribe to Bunbunmaru, everyone would dismiss the fruit as a new marketing tactic of Aya's. Lo and behold, everyone ate the fruit, your rumor kicked in, and everyone in Gensokyo gained weight."
"As expected of the Hakurei Shrine maiden," Yukari cooed. "The only thing stronger than her appetite is her famous intuition." Throwing her hair over her shoulder, Yukari daintily sat beside Reimu on the porch. "Indeed, your assumption is correct. But you missed a few key points." Wagging her index finger, Yukari said, "I couldn't let anyone become too afraid of eating the fruit, or else my plan would have failed before it began, would it not? Naturally, in the rumor I spread, I claimed that it was impossible for anyone to recognize a fruit as the one that could cause weight gain. To anyone who saw it, they would liken it to any fruit they had on their mind, be it apples, oranges... or peaches." Eyes widening, Reimu's mouth flew open, yet Yukari silenced her by placing her finger on Reimu's lips. "Shhh, don't interrupt a wise man in the middle of her tale. Besides, luckily for you, the peaches Kasen brought you were of the normal variety." Reimu narrowed her eyes as Yukari laughed, "But that doesn't mean I didn't add new peaches to the bag every time you ate one! A free unlimited supply from your dear friend Yukari, you could say. Ufufufu!"
Removing her finger from Reimu's mouth, Yukari teased, "One last thing, shrine maiden. You presume yourself to be too important a character in this particular story. I did not take any precautions to keep you from believing your gain to be normal, nor did I enable you to recognize the fruit when seen. Yet you managed to both suspect me and notice the fruit when Tewi feed a second one to Reisen. Just how is that, you ask?" Giving a grudging smirk, Yukari explained, "Your capabilities as the Hakurei Shrine Maiden provide you with extraordinary insight and intuition, both of which allowed you to see straight through my plan."
Looking back up at the sky, Reimu muttered, "And yet, in a way, all my efforts were meaningless."
"Oh?"
"I may have discovered the mastermind, but I can't reverse the Incident. Everyone in Gensokyo is stuck in their current state permanently. Even if my powers as a shrine maiden allowed me to realize all that..." As Reimu hugged her belly tightly, a loud growl emanated from deep within the big ball of fluff. *gggrrrrrooooOOOOWWWLLL...* A small but firm frown formed on Reimu's face. "...It's useless to do anything about it. I can't even control my own hunger cravings, let alone reverse your spell. This is one time I... failed to solve an Incident."
"Quit acting so spoiled," Yukari chided, her voice colder than ice.
"Wha-?" Eye widened, Reimu looked over her shoulder at Yukari.
"Reimu," Yukari began, an edge rising to her voice. "There is one matter you completely overlooked.
"You seem to believe that everyone in Gensokyo was brainwashed into accepting their current weight. That is simply a fallacy. The fruit only causes the eater to gain one to two hundred pounds over the course of a month; it doesn't even change your appetite. Yet the majority of the girls you met surpassed four-hundred pounds in size, when the most the fruit could do was make them roughly three-hundred pounds. What does this mean? It means they not only accepted their weight, but also embraced it. This is true of everyone in Gensokyo.
"But you? Ohhh no, not you. You're too good for that, too better than everyone else! After meeting Yuyuko and Kaguya, you decided to eat as little as possible to avoid gaining weight like they did. Spare me the drama, Reimu. You've realized it, haven't you? With everyone so wide and slow, danmaku is impossible. The age old Gensokyo rule of 'might makes right' through Danmaku will become a thing of the past. No one will make any big moves to take over or harm Gensokyo when they know their hitbox might as well be the size of a blimp. I've given you a hard earned break, wouldn't you say?"
After a several second pause, Reimu wondered aloud, "I noticed as much myself, but don't tell me... that was your motive all along?"
Sighing, exasperated, Yukari continued, "So you knew, yet you continue to sulk? So ungrateful. Gensokyo will likely enter an unprecedentedly lengthy era of peace. The duty of the Hakurei Shrine Maiden is to protect Gensokyo and its border. As such, it shouldn't matter to you if peace came about thanks to your efforts or that of another. Gensokyo is safer than ever. Shouldn't that be something you celebrate, not get depressed over?"
"Unprecedented... peace..." Looking down, the shrine maiden eyed her belly. It dipped inward and outward gently with every breath she took. Upon poking it, Reimu's finger sank in several inches deep. "..." Just then, another growl escaped her tummy. *grrooooWWWLLL...*
After pausing for a couple seconds, Reimu put her hands on her knees and struggled to stand up. "Haaaaa, shut up already," Reimu whined as she slapped her gut. Ripples shot through her flab, and the shrine maiden threw her head back to release some of the pressure. "*uuuuuUUUURRP!* Phew. All right, then." Looking up at the sky, Reimu began, "Yukari." The sage lifted her head patiently as Reimu continued. "Thank you. I realize that it doesn't really matter if I give into cravings, or if I get as large as Kaguya, or even Yuyuko. Everyone else in Gensokyo is in the same boat as I am. We can't judge each other, only accept it. ...They realized that weeks before I did, and I'm Gensokyo's head shrine maiden."
Throwing her hands up to the sky, Reimu declared, "That aside, it's almost time for the annual flower viewing party at Hakurei Shrine! There'll be more food stalls than ever, which means more money and donations for me~"
Waddling off her porch and towards a broom lying on the floor, Reimu remarked, "Kasen's right, for once. The place IS a mess. I can't hold a party like this." After picking up the broom, Reimu twirled it around in her hands for a bit, shifting her weight from side to side. As she did so, she couldn't help but notice her breast and belly fat jiggling. Yet the feeling left her a little excited. Accepting her weight was something new for her. Something she'll have to get used to, yes, but she had a feeling she would very quickly. And when that happened, well, who knows? All she can say for certain is this Sakura party will be a heck of a feast.
Face tinted red slightly, Reimu muttered, "Say, Yukari? Well, even if all you basically did was yell at me... You made me come to terms with this. With my new self. And I guess you did bring peace to Gensokyo and all, but, well, what I'm trying to say is... Thanks. I... feel a lot better. I guess."
Yukari didn't so much as sigh in response. After a few prolonged seconds, Reimu looked over her shoulder. "Ah... I should of figured." In the place where Yukari once sat was a single Sakura petal. Perhaps Reimu could take that petal as a sign of Yukari's happiness that Reimu was preparing for the flower viewing party as usual?
Shaking her head and suppressing a smile, Reimu set to work on sweeping the shrine grounds.
Because she knew that sooner or later she'll be too fat and lazy to clean it again.
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Lard Live! (LL Yuri WG)
"Uwah! There goes another one!" Honoka cried as a snapping sound filled the Idol Study Club's clubroom, followed by the subdued clinking of something rolling across the ground. Shoving a loaf of bread into her mouth, letting half of it stick out, Honoka mumbled between chewing, "Mhat's muh mird mime miss meek..." Pushing her chair out as she bent over and peering her head under the table, her mutterings became completely incomprehensible as she forced the rest of the bread into her mouth.
Kotori, who sat to the right of beside her friend and U's leader Honoka, upturned her eyebrows and bit her lip as she watched Honoka. Despite the refreshing weather outside, she wore a large winter coat with fur on the hem and hood. "H-Honoka-chan... Your, um, skirt."
"Mm, thanks!" Without bothering to look, Honoka tugged on her skirt hem once, yet the bottom third of her surprisingly well padded rear remained in plain sight, as did her pink panties. "Ah!" Shooting up to stand, the U's leader cried, "I found-OWW!" Rubbing her head from its unexpected contact with the table, Honoka tossed her loose button into her school coat pocket as she sat back in her seat. "Nngh, I'll have to ask Mom to sew it back on with the others. Anyway!" Picking up another piece of bagged bread from a literal mountain in front of her, Honoka sang, "Time to eat~!"
The slamming of a palm down onto the table both leveled the bread mountain and silenced Honoka's exclamation of joy as Umi cried, "Honoka! Are you seriously even THINKING of eating more after that shameful display?!"
Frowning, Honoka rubbed her chin. "Shameful display, shameful display..." After eating half the bread in one bite, Honoka babbled, her face covered in crumbs, "Ohhhh, you mean you want some, Umi-chan! Sure, you can have one or two! But I'm REALLLLY hungry, so I'd like to have all-"
"That's not what I meant in the slightest." Pressing her palms down into the table, Umi leaned into Honoka's face. "Do you realize how much weight you've gained in the space of one month?"
"Ummm... I think forty pounds, last I checked."
Umi's eye twitched. "And how long ago was that?"
"...A week?"
Grabbing Honoka by the collar ("Ahhh! Kotori-chan, save me!!"), Umi yelled as she shook her back and forth, "And you wonder why your buttons are popping every time you so much as stretch during practice?!"
Kotori couldn't help but agree with Umi; looking at Honoka, the cause of her button popping habits was far from a mystery. A small, round pot belly protruded nine inches from the U's leader's frame, forcing her school coat open around it, revealing her deep and ovular naval. Several buttons on the coat were missing. Soft looking love handles, barely two inches thick, poked out from under her open coat. Honoka's formerly trim thighs were now slightly flabby, each six and a half inches in diameter. Their extra padding only became more obvious when she sat down, for they squished atop the chair slightly. Of course, that's assuming you could even see her thighs; her belly nearly filled her entire lap as it was! Her round bubble butt of a rear was not to be missed either, pushing out seven inches from her frame. Its size rendered any skirt Honoka had hopeless to cover it, regardless of if she was bending over or standing. And when she wore shorts... Kotori was surprised they didn't rip during dancing practice. Lastly, while Honoka's breasts hadn't gotten any bigger... Was her face a little rounder? It was hard for Kotori to tell as Umi shook their friend back and forth, sending Honoka's belly into a small jiggle fit in the process. The way her belly bounced was so distracting...
Snapping her head up with a small gasp, Kotori held up her hands, blushing slightly as she broke in, "U-Umi-chan, calm down! It's not that big a deal, is it?" With a sigh, Umi unhanded Honoka and sat back down, facing Kotori as she continued, "So long as I can make idol outfits that are tailored to hide-" Kotori found herself glancing at Honoka's belly, which had finally settled down from its unexpected bouncing exercise. The sight caused Kotori to subconsciously pull her winter coat closer together. "...Honoka-chan's size, it doesn't really matter, does it?"
Tears in her eyes, Honoka put a hand on Kotori's shoulder. "Kotori-chan...! I knew I could trust you!"
"Why are you always spoiling her...? If it weren't for those comments, she'd be halfway through her diet right now."
Suddenly, Honoka froze. "D-D..." Her head rhythmically creaking to the side as she looked over her shoulder, like an un-oiled robot's would, Honoka stuttered, "D-Did you just say the 'D' word...?"
Closing one eye, Umi threw a piece of paper on the table, which Honoka shrunk back from with an audible whimper. "This is your schedule. I took care to ensure it didn't cut into your classes or U's practices, which, of course, you're still expected to attend."
From Honoka's pained face, one would think the list were announcing the closing of Otonokizika High again. "T-Three laps around the block every morning before class, and four after practice... and eight on the weekends?!" Grabbing her heart, Honoka leaned over, her belly squishing into her thighs in the process. "Ah, oooh... Urrrk...! I think I'm getting sick...!"
"Eating nutritional foods can help with that," Umi replied coolly.
"Umi-chan... You're terrible..."
Scanning the list with a small frown, Kotori spoke up, "Umi-chan, even for our most active members, that's a little-"
"Kotori." Pointing a pencil at her, Umi continued in the tone of an officer addressing her soldier, "Starting today, I expect you to watch Honoka every hour of every day. Follow her on her runs, both before and after school. I would myself, but I have archery practice."
Mentally setting aside the fact that Umi certainly did NOT have archery practice in the morning, Kotori met Umi's gaze. "I..." Finding her hands fingering her coat again, Kotori turned away with a small frown, mumbling, "...If you insist."
"F-Fine... I'll do it," Honoka blubbered as she sat up, turning her friends' attention back to her. "But first..." Throwing bags of bread into her backpack faster than the eye could follow, she cried, "Death row prisoners get one last meal!!"
As Kotori put her hand over her mouth, her shoulders trembling all the while, Umi yelled while slamming her fist down, "Put those back!"
***
After walking several more steps down the road, Honoka put her hands on her knees, having to bend her arms around the sides of her belly to do so. The U's leader changed into her gym clothes, now sporting a small white shirt drenched in sweat that barely covered an inch of her tummy, and bright red shorts with red stripes down the sides."*huff*, *huff* This... This is my limit... Second year, Kousaka Honoka, has been... *wheeze* defeated..." Falling forward, Honoka grabbed a street lamp and pressed her soft cheeks against it as the side of her belly dug deeply into the pole. "K-Kotori-chan," Honoka pleaded, reaching out a hand towards her friend. "How... how many laps was that?"
A pitying frown on her face, Kotori looked at her stopwatch. "Um... If I had to express it as a number... About 0.3."
"Three!" Honoka cried as she weakly threw her arm into the air. "I heard three! I did three laps, just like Umi-chan asked! That means..." Pointing behind her at a large MgRonald's sign bearing the words "Buy Two Rhoppers, Get One Free!" Honoka exclaimed between gasps for air, "It's break time!"
Pocketing the stopwatch, because they CLEARLY weren't going to be making any more progress today, Kotori shook her head. "Honoka-chan, Umi-chan trusts me to make sure you follow your diet. So I can't-"
"Ah-HA," Honoka declared, holding up her index finger as she hobbled towards Kotori. "All Umi-chan said was to exercise! She didn't say anything about eating!"
"B-But-"
"And I can't make it home on an empty stomach; I'll collapse! Besides..." Honoka ran up to the store window, intending to press just her face on it, only to squish her belly against the glass as well. It's fat pushed outwards in every direction, pressing up against her breasts and even her thighs. Breathing heavily, clouding the glass around her face in the process, Honoka continued, "I've been waiting for this sale for months!"
Kotori helplessly made noises of protest as she opened her mouth, but as her eyes stared at her friend's belly, she imagined what it would look like if it were fatter, spread even further across the glass. Blushing, Kotori's fingers fiddled with the zipper of her winter coat as a few seconds of silence passed. Letting out a soft sigh, Kotori pulled out her wallet. "Well... one burger isn't going to hurt."
Grinning, Honoka looked over her shoulder at Kotori. "Thanks, Kotori-chan!" Her smile melting, Honoka asked, puzzled, "But who's having one?"
Blinking, Kotori blanched, "I... thought you were?"
Pointing to the sign, Honoka let a puff of air out of her nose as she stuck out her chest. "Nope! I'm making the most of the deal by having nine Rhoppers!!"
"Ehhhh?!"
***
Twenty-five minutes later, Honoka and Kotori found themselves sitting in booth seats near the shop window of MgRonald's. While no finished food sat in front of Kotori, Honoka was another story. Nine wrappers of Rhoppers, four cases of fries, and three boxes of nuggets laid in front of her, all emptied of their contents aside from the crumbs all over the table and Honoka's face. As she slouched against her booth, Honoka rubbed her belly softly. "*huuuurrrRRRRrrppp* Mmmm," she moaned as she let out a long and quiet burp. Pushing into her belly by squeezing it tightly, Honoka sat up slightly as she let out more belches. "*uuuUUURRRRPPP* Oooooo... *urp.* Phew." Honoka exhaled softly, leaning back into the booth. Wincing as she poked her belly, which protruded at least an inch and a half past her normal nine, she muttered, "That was a bit much, even for me... Ahhh, and after all that bread for lunch, too..." Grunting, Honoka straightened up. Grabbing the hem of her gym shirt, she pulled down with all her might. The U's leader's cheeks puffed out as she sucked in her belly as much as she could. Even then, she barely managed to cover 3/4ths of her tummy with her shirt. All at once, Honoka breathed out, forcing her belly forward as far as it could go. The action only served to let loose a loud *riiiiip!* sound into the diner as her shirt tore down her side. Barely phased, Honoka glanced down and fingered the ripped halves of her shirt, wheezing, "Ha... Looks like I'll have to ask Mom to sew this, too..."
Trembling slightly, Kotori tried to avert her eyes from the sight of her friend in such a state, but to no avail. The picture of Honoka being stuffed was so, so cute to her, it was impossible to resist. Those long, unashamed burps... The she let her clothes rip and tear without a care in the world... And her belly! So soft and round looking, she couldn't help but be enamored by it. Yet no matter how much Kotori wrestled with them, she couldn't for the life of her muster an explanation for these new, mysterious feelings. All she knew is that the sight of Honoka, all perky, pudgy, and soft, made her heart race. Not that... Kotori had any right to call others pudgy or soft...
"...And for some reason Mom keeps repeating to herself, 'Never trust a chef with a thin daughter, never trust a chef with a thin daughter,' whenever she fixes rips in my clothes or sews a button back on. It's kinda weird. Hey, Kotori-chan? Are you listening?"
"Eh?" Kotori snapped her head up to see a frowning Honoka staring back at her. "Ah, I was... Sorry, what did you say, Honoka-chan?"
Brushing all the food scraps aside with one hand and covering her mouth with the other to let out a small burp, Honoka asked, "Are you all right, Kotori-chan? You've seemed... kinda weird too, lately. Like you're really sad, or maybe just super sleepy...?" Resting her hands on her belly, Honoka apologized, "Ah, s-sorry, did you want a burger? You should of said something! You know how I get when there's so much food in front of me, and I just-"
"No, no," Kotori refused with a wave of her hand. "I was just thinking... Maybe I'm not really suited to watching your diet."
"Eh?" Honoka asked, leaning her head back. "What makes you say that? I think you're doing a-" Suddenly, Honoka swallowed, clearly suppressing another burp. "Great job!"
A bead of sweat dripping down her forehead, Kotori stuttered, "Somehow, that's not very reassuring..." Sighing, Kotori hesitated for a split second before grabbing the zipper to her coat. "But no, what I meant was, well..." Closing her eyes as her face turned bright red, Kotori unzipped her coat, taking it off and putting it to her right in her booth. "S-See for yourself, Honoka-chan...!"
"...Eh?"
Following the line of vision of Honoka's wide eyes, Kotori looked down at the dress she was wearing underneath her coat. It was a dark green color, almost black, that reached down to her knees. Yet the color was far from the reason why the two saw fit to stare at her.
She was FAT. Clearly weighing just as much as Honoka, Kotori's belly clung to her dress, pushing out ten inches from her frame. The outline of a small, round naval in the middle was barely visible, hinting to its depth. Single rolled love handles framed her tummy, causing crease lines against the dress from filling it so much. Curvy hips a foot and three inches wide stretched the dress even further before giving way to her five and 3/4 inch thick thighs. Large, C cup breasts pushed the hem of her dress down just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. Upon noticing this, Kotori's face flushed an even deeper shade of scarlet as she tugged her dress up, just barely managing to cover it.
Swallowing hard, Kotori poked the tips of her fingers together, blinking rapidly as she babbled incomprehensibly, filling the awkward silence. "W-Watching you eat so much made me want to try it, too... But it was supposed to be a once and done thing! Yet, I thought, if eating so much made you happy, why would I stop either? I kept eating more and more at the cafeteria, and I started to make regular trips to the Kousaka bakery... B-But I guess my metabolism isn't as good as yours, because even if I ate less than you... This was still the result."
After a few more seconds of silence, Kotori felt a rising pressure in her chest as she imagined Honoka staring disapprovingly, too horrified to speak. Picking up her coat, Kotori hastily continued with an even faster pace, "ItriedtohideitwithcoatsanddressesandbytailoringmyidoloutfitsbutIthinkUmi-channoticedandthat'swhyshewantedmetohelpyoudietand-"
Upon noticing Honoka's expression, Kotori stopped immediately. "H-Honoka-chan?"
Honoka's mouth was wide open with a distinct "O" shape as she stared at Kotori's belly. Grunting slightly, Honoka slid out of her booth and hopped to in front of Kotori's, sending a rippling jiggle through her thighs, belly, and breasts. "Kotori-chan!"
"Yes?!" Kotori squeaked, her heart quickening its beat the moment Honoka stepped towards her.
"You're..." Smiling a huge smile, Honoka scooted into the booth next to Kotori. The two nearly filled the booth entirely. "You're really fat too! Er, well, not fat FAT, more like chubby, but I mean you're like me! Now Umi-chan can't lecture me about being irresponsible and all that, because we're both big!" Her smile growing wider, Honoka poked Kotori's belly several times, causing it to jiggle slightly after each poke. "Boing, boing~! Ha, ha, it really is just like my big ol' pot belly!" Leaning forward, and squishing her belly into the table in the process, Honoka grabbed a menu. "Ooomph. I wonder if yours is even bigger...?" Holding the menu flat against her tummy, Honoka looked over at Kotori's own belly, trying to see if the menu jutted out farther against either of them when pushed against both their stomachs. "Huh, mine's slightly bigger. But it's probably just bloated from all those burgers! And fries... and nuggets... Anyway, I guess we're about the same after all! Ha, ha!"
As Honoka belly laughed happily, Kotori could fell every wave and jiggle of her friend's tummy. Her voice coming out in a panicked peep, Kotori cried, "Why are you so calm about this? I... I've gotten so big it's embarrassing. No, Umi-chan's right, it's shameful! I'm the one who should be dieting, not you, Honoka-chan!"
Frowning, Honoka put down the menu in front of her. "You and Umi-chan keep calling it shameful, but..." Resting her hands on her belly, Honoka turned her head to flash Kotori a smile. "If it makes you happy and it's not hurting anyone, why not keep at it? No one forces U's members to dance, sing, and practice every day, but we do anyway. That's because we enjoy it! I love singing, and recently, I've come to love eating too." Resting her hand on Kotori's belly, Honoka leaned forward and peered up at Kotori's face. "It's the same with you, isn't it? Or you wouldn't have this cute ball of softness right here," she added while giving it a small pat. "But if eating, something that you've come to like too, makes you embarrassed, then do it with me! I'll always eat a little more than you, that way you'll never feel like you're eating too much." Grinning, Honoka stared into Kotori's eyes. "Something you like shouldn't make you feel ashamed. So let's both do what we enjoy, and have fun doing it, Kotori-chan!"
"Honoka-chan," Kotori muttered, eyes wide. Slowly, Kotori put her hand on top of Honoka's. Her voice a little shaky, Kotori answered with a nod, "Mm. Let's have fun, Honoka-cha-"
*grrrrrrooOOOWWWLLLllll...* The sound of a low, guttural groan pierced the air, interrupting the two's heartfelt talk. Honoka laughed as she reached for the menu, "Ha, someone sounds eager to start!" Resting the menu across both their bellies, Honoka chirped, "Why not have a few Rhoppers? They're so, so goooood."
Half of what Honoka said didn't register with Kotori, for the mysterious feeling that overcame her whenever she looked at her friend magnified itself ten-fold. No longer did Kotori feel embarrassed, nor did she feel even a hint of the shame that hung over her for weeks. The warmth of Honoka's unconditional friendship washed over her, taking every other worry away.
With a contented sigh, Kotori rested her head on Honoka's shoulder. While they'd have to find some way to talk down Umi's anger, that could come later. For now, even if she didn't fully understand it, Kotori wanted to embrace Honoka's warmth, just for a little longer...
***
Clapping her hands and shouting in rhythmic spurts in English, Umi stood on the Otonokizika High School roof before her fellow U's members. "One! Two! Three! Four! Pick up the pace, Hanayo!"
"Y-Yes!" Hanayo cried out in an awkward peep, swinging her arms with her entire body to the left and right.
"Nico, your timing is perfect, keep it up!"
"Did you expect any less? And that's Nico-ni to you!"
Glancing to the side, Umi continued, "As for Honoka... Kotori..." A complicated expression crossed her face as she frowned and raised her eyebrows. "...Keep doing what you can."
"A-Ah, ha, ha..." Kotori laughed, stuttering. "Sorry we're so far behind, Umi-chan."
"Don't worry!" Reassuring Umi with a nod, Honoka added with a determined smile, "We'll catch up in no time!"
Unflinchingly, Umi continued her clapping and chanting, averting her gaze from the duo as one of her eyebrows ever so slightly arched.
As Kotori sat on the ground, her legs spread out in front of her in a V shape, Honoka stood behind her, hands on her back, pushing roughly, as though Kotori were a heavy piece of furniture. Their goal? To have Kotori lie flat on her stomach against the ground, as a means of improving her flexibility for dancing purposes.
...But honestly, that was a fool's errand, for the comparison to furniture wasn't far from the truth for both of them. Over the month since her and Kotori's unexpected promise, Honoka began to grow across rather than just outwards, as evident by her two and a half foot wide diameter. Sticking out nineteen inches, U's leader's former pot belly quickly became ovular rather than rotund. A second, four inch tall roll formed atop of it, and her doughy love handles stuck out several inches, now six inches tall apiece. Her naval, now shaped like an oval with a slight deformation in the center, appeared impossibly deep due to the flab just above it casting a shadow over it. Both the tank top and mini shirt of her training outfit were powerless to cover her stomach, with her tank top covering only a third of her belly, and her mini shirt stopping just halfway down her top roll. Yet even then, they did a better job than her pants; stuck halfway up her nearly three foot wide hips, they seemed ready to either slide off entirely or rip to pieces from the size of her overflowing seventeen inch protruding rear. The only question was which would happen first. Rips lined her thirteen inch thighs, and it seemed as though more tears joined the ranks every practice session. Thankfully, Honoka's mighty belly overhang completely covered her panties, hiding them from sight, barely managing to keep her decent. Her breasts were now large ovular handfuls, large enough to give even Nozomi a reason to feel envious. The poor hems of her shirts were pushed so far down, they revealed some of Honoka's cleavage, no matter how often she pulled up her shirt. Lastly, her cheeks filled out, becoming round and soft to the touch. A slight line under her chin gave the impression of a forming double chin. Huffing slightly, Honoka asked, "Kotori-chan, how are you holding up? Too hot?" Perhaps a little too quickly, Honoka blurted as she bounced slightly with excitement, "Want me to get us soda?"
One look at Kotori could tell one that she hardly needed more sugar. While Kotori wasn't as wide as Honoka at just two feet and an inch wide, that was only because most of her weight went straight to her stomach and breasts. A round sphere sticking out twenty-three inches, Kotori's belly pushed up her shirt entirely, leaving every inch of its fluffiness exposed to the sun. Oddly enough, her naval remained relatively small at the size of a quarter, yet how dark it was inside of it gave ample suggestion to its depth. Tall love handles framed her belly, making her look even softer. Her hips, now a few inches shorter in width than her belly, managed to be barely contained by her training outfit's skirt. Yet any slight motion would send a jiggle through her thighs and hips, shifting the skirt juuust enough to catch a glimpse of her pure white panties. Thick eleven inch thighs filled her leggings completely, long tears lining the sides. Several loose threads between the ripped halves suggested Kotori tried to tailor them to her ever growing size in the past, but gave up quickly. Large, melon size and shaped C cup breasts filled her top, the giant orbs pushing her shirt out far enough to reveal several inches of cleavage, much to her embarrassment. Finally, her cheeks fattened slightly, yet not enough to form a double chin line like Honoka's.
At the thought of watching Honoka challenge herself to chug an entire bottle of soda again, Kotori's heart beat a faster. The U's leader would always look so proud of herself, sporting the biggest smile after letting out a massive burp. Then she'd stare at Kotori with expectant approval written all over her chubby face. Ah, so cuuute~ Spurting out a short laugh, Kotori upturned her eyebrows as she looked over her shoulder at Honoka. "N-No, I'm fine!" Patting her belly, sending a wave through it in the process, Kotori added, "But I think I wouldn't mind another trip to MgRhonald's later." A bit of a blush creeping up her face, Kotori glanced to the side as she added, "A-All this exercise has left me really hungry..."
"Oooh!" Honoka cooed. "I like the way you think~!"
Suddenly, Honoka stopped pushing on Kotori's back. Blinking, Kotori looked over her shoulder again. "Honoka-cha-Ehhh?! O-oooof...!"
Bending forward as far as she could, Kotori's belly squished against the ground, spreading out and filling the gap between her flayed out legs. Perhaps out of a misguided attempt to push Kotori into the ground farther, Honoka saw fit to park her fat seventeen inch butt right on Kotori's back. The giant bubbles that were her butt cheeks smooshed against Kotori, going so far as to hang over her sides and brush against the sides of her arms. Her poor heart beating faster than ever before, Kotori felt her face burn red. "H-H-Honoka-chan!" she squealed in a voice so many octaves higher than normal it was neigh unrecognizable. Closing one eye from the guilty pleasure coursing through her body, Kotori sputtered, "W-What are you-" Pupils dilating, Kotori felt a pressure rising from her squished tummy and up to her breasts. Her mouth shooting open, Kotori squeezed her shut eye even tighter as she let out a deep, loud belch. "*bwuuuUUURRRRRP!!* N-Nngh," Kotori groaned shyly, her face burning a brighter shade of red. Why did her burps have to be so much deeper and manlier than Honoka's...?
"Ehh?" Honoka intoned, confused. Bouncing a few times, Honoka continued in a chipper tone, "What am I doing? I'm just trying to make our practice go by faster so we can eat sooner~!"
"O-Ohhhhh..." Kotori moaned, euphoric from the feeling of Honoka's rear congealing and undulating against her back. After snapping her head up with a small gasp, Kotori shook her head vigorously. "N-No, Honoka-chan, stop that!"
"Aww, if you insist." Honoka pouted, sticking out her cheeks as she stood up with a bit of a struggle. "I thought it was fun."
"M... M-Me too," Kotori mumbled inaudibly. Sitting up, she swallowed down another burp or two as she rubbed her back, relishing the remaining warmth from Honoka's unexpected embrace.
Umi remained as stone faced as ever. "One! Two!"
Half closing her eyes as she shot Kotori a knowing smirk, Nico scorned, "Could you two love birds flirt somewhere else? Us adults have dance practice right now!"
Making indistinguishable noises, Kotori could only bury her face in her hands as Honoka laughed happily behind her. Frustrated, the only thought capable of running through Kotori's panicked mind was what in the world that laugh was supposed to mean.
"But Rin thought it looked super fun!" Rin blurted as she threw her arms from side to side. Flashing Honoka a cheeky grin, she continued, "All soft and cuddly, just like a cat's fur, nya~ Could you do it to me too?"
"Ehhh??" Honoka cried, backing up. "Your back would snap!"
Several members of U's stifled their laughter, yet Umi continued counting as though nothing happened. "Three! Four!"
"It did look really soft, though," Hanayo admitted quietly after the snickers died down. "Kind of cute, in a way. Like the alpacas here!"
"Ooo, I'd knew you'd think so too, Kayo-chin!" Rin cried.
"Five! Six!"
"Cute isn't the word I'd use. Perhaps it was charming at first," Eli mused. "But now it's gone a little too far."
Glancing aside at her, Nozomi taunted playfully, "Don't feel pressured to say something just because you think others expect you to, Eli-cchi. Especially when that something couldn't be farther from how you really feel."
"W-What are you trying to say, Nozomi?"
"Only that you're so easy to read~"
"Seven! Eight!" Closing her eyes, Umi added in a tight tone, "And that's all for today. Good work, everyone." Was it just Kotori, or did Umi's eyebrow twitch slightly upon saying, 'Everyone'?
"Hey, Umi," Nico called, a small frown on her face. "Don't you think this practice was far shorter than normal? Are you just avoi-"
"Yeah!" Honoka agreed, nodding emphatically as she cut Nico off. "How could we be done already? Kotori-chan and I didn't even get to practice dancing..."
Picking up her bag off the ground, Umi lectured, "As you know, we have a PV to record today. If we continue to dance after we've perfected our craft, we'll only serve to make new mistakes. Not to mention, we gain nothing from exhausting ourselves purposelessly."
"Of course, we know that," Kotori cried. "But..."
Smiling a small smile, Honoka held her hand out to Kotori. After letting out a small sigh of frustration, Kotori grabbed it with both hands, the duo grunting and breathing loudly as they trembled from the effort of pulling. Somehow, Honoka managed to pull Kotori to her feet, but not without her belly and breasts jiggling vehemently in the process. "Don't worry, Kotori-chan. We practiced plenty on our own, right? Even if it's a bit harder, we still have the dance down perfectly!"
Frowning at Umi, Kotori muttered, "Mm," in agreement.
Following Kotori's gaze, Honoka bounded in front of Kotori, bouncing every step. "So you have nothing to worry about, Umi-chan!"
Letting out a long sigh, Umi's shoulder's relaxed as the crease in-between her eyebrows vanished. Looking over her shoulder at Honoka, she apologized, "Sorry, Honoka, Kotori. But that's not what I'm worried about." After pulling her phone out of her bag, Umi stared at the School Idol ranking site. U's sat confidently within the top twenty ranks, yet several idol groups were steadily climbing the ranks behind them. "Not in the slightest."
***
"*uuuUUUrrrp*, whew," Honoka breathed. Rubbing the side of her belly, she muttered, "Feels so good~"
An hour after U's latest live concert, Honoka returned home to stall for exactly three hours, planning to check their idol ranking then. One had to leave enough time for U's fans to see their latest song, after all. The wait became a tradition of Honoka's ever since she equated it to the combination of frustration and anticipation one feels the day before their birthday.
...But still, this small tradition could have just been Honoka's excuse to return to the shameless and familiar comfort of lying on her bed in PJs as she surfed the web on her laptop, surrounded by snacks. Comically enough, if U's leader were just a few inches wider, she'd be unable to fit atop her own bed. As it was, lying on her bulbous belly caused flab to protrude out the sides all around her, giving one the impression that she were lying on a pillow underneath her tummy. Honoka's butt, however, completely unrestrained, hung out in the air, bouncing and jiggling with her every subtle movement. Her clearly too small PJ pants only made it halfway up her rear, leaving the top halves of her butt cheeks in plain view. Rather than dangling her feet off the bottom of the bed, Honoka had plopped them on her butt, squishing them deeply enough to bury her heels in her fat.
As she shoved a handful of chips into her mouth, Honoka glanced at the time in the corner of her laptop's screen. "*munch* Still a few minutes left yet... Haaa..." Crumpling the now empty chip bag, Honoka unwrapped a chocolate bar and ate half of it in a single bite, letting the other half dangle outside her mouth. As crumbs spilled on her face and laptop keys, she muttered, "*crunch*, *crunch* I wish time would fly faster. Kotori-chan and I promised to eat at MgRonald's soon, but I'm staaaarving..." To prove her point, her tummy let out a quiet growl. Squeezing her flab as though trying to comfort it, Honoka breathed out a small burp. "*uuRRRp*, ooof..."
Suddenly, Honoka's door cracked open, and Yukiho poked her head in. "Hey, biggest sis," she called dryly. "Mom says no more snacks until you clean up your bed by trashing your five-hundred candy and chip bags. She's tired of washing your sheets to get rid of food stains."
"Ehhh?" Honoka cried, raising her head over her laptop to meet her sister's gaze. "There's not THAT many-Oh." Looking over her shoulder, Honoka spotted countless candy wrappers, chip bags, and chocolate foiling dotting her bed, crumbs spilling out. The slightest movement seemed to crinkle one of them, giving Honoka the feeling that she was lying atop a huge sheet of tin foil. "Ah, ha, ha..." she laughed nervously. Turning back to her sister, Honoka continued, "I'll get them later. Probably." Frowning tightly enough to form slight dimples around her mouth, Honoka objected, "And stop calling me 'biggest sis!'"
"Sure, sure~" Yukiho snickered as she shut the door.
"Ahh, jeez." Exhaling out her nose, Honoka's gaze returned to her laptop. Letting out a gasp, she announced, "It's time, it's time!" Hand shaking as she shot her fingers across the mouse pad, Honoka opened the bookmarked school idol rankings. "Come on, come on," she chanted at the white loading webpage, biting her lip as her eyes glistened. All the while she kicked her legs back and forth against her rear's soft surface, sending her butt cheeks bouncing in veritable jiggle fits.
"...Eh?"
Hands shaking with greater frequency, Honoka mouth drooped open slightly. The glistening of her eyes dimmed, and her kicking legs stopped mid swing, floating in the air. "This... can't be right..." Next to U's name were the numbers 4 and 6, yet no matter how many times she read them, Honoka's brain couldn't process what they meant. "We dropped... that many ranks in three hours...?"
Sitting up, Honoka cried, "But how could that-" The unmistakable sound of a wrapper crinkling filled the air. "Ah..." Looking around her, Honoka spotted all the wrappers from her earlier snack binge. Slowly, her hands stopped shaking as she placed them on her belly, slowly squeezing her fat between her fingers. "It's... this, isn't it?" she muttered. "Even if Kotori-chan and I danced perfectly, and sung with all our hearts... It wouldn't matter so long as we look like this, will it...?" The silence of the room was deafening.
Closing her eyes, Honoka shook her head. "No, that can't be right. I..." Getting out of bed with a few huffs, she continued, "I refuse to believe our fans are like that! They're just surprised, is all. Anyone would be; after a few months of silence, Kotori-chan and I show up with THIS," she giggled as she slapped her belly, causing it to wobble. Pressing her hands into each side of her tummy to calm it down, Honoka whispered with a small smile, "I can't doubt U's fans. They're the reason we made it so far! They'll come around, I know it."
Slowly, her smile turned upside-down. "But..." Rubbing the back of her head and staring at (what she could see of) the ground in front of her, she muttered, "It's still my fault we dropped at all. Kotori-chan will be heartbroken, especially after I worked so hard to make her happy about all this... And I can't stand seeing her cute smile replaced with a frown."
Suddenly, Honoka felt her phone vibrate in her rear pocket. "Eh? Who'd be calling now?" While she'd be embarrassed to admit it, Honoka waited longer than necessary to answer, enjoying the slight rumble of her phone against her fluffy butt. Blushing slightly at that realization, she pulled out her phone and mustered a let out a chipper, "Hello~!"
"Honoka-chan? Heh, you sound happy! We must have done well in the rankings, huh? I'd been too nervous to check, myself... But how'd we do?" Kotori's voice replied with a soft laugh.
A swirl of guilt, worry, and anxiousness twisted in Honoka's stomach. "K-Kotori-chan..." Swallowing hard, Honoka fingered her hair. "Um, about that... Well, we... We dropped in rank."
"What?" Kotori seemed completely flabbergasted. After a short silence, Kotori muttered, dejected, "But-"
"A-Ah, but you don't have to worry!" Honoka blurted without thinking. If Kotori were feeling even a fraction of how guilty and nervous she was right now... No, Honoka couldn't let that happen! Not to Kotori! "W-We only dropped a tiiiny bit, you know? I'm sure the fans are just surprised is all! So don't worry about a thing!" Pumping her fists as a hollow guilt ate her inside, Honoka reassured her, "So long as we give it our all next time by holding more practice sessions between just the two of us, we'll get back to where we were in no time!"
"Well..." The sweet chirpy tone Honoka loved returned to Kotori's voice as she cheered, "Mm, right! I trust you, Honoka-chan! If that's what you say will happen, then it will."
That didn't exactly do wonders to ease Honoka's guilt.
"I'm getting ready to head out to MgRonald's right now. They're having that sale again, Honoka-chan! Remember? When we first started... you know... And gave up your diet? Ha, looking back, that diet didn't even last a day, did it?"
"N-No, it didn't, ha, ha, ha..."
"You coming?"
"Ah... Yeah, of course! Just... don't expect me to eat a lot, OK? I'm not really hungry right now."
"Oh... OK. See you soon!"
"Bye..."
Hanging up, Honoka looked up at her bed. Some of the crumbs and snack bag mess had spilled onto the floor, likely from when she slid off the bed earlier. Staring at the clutter, Honoka wrestled with her feelings. While she truly believed the ranks would return to normal in due time, once U's fans warmed up to the idea of two members being... so different, lying to Kotori was another matter entirely. For some reason, the thought of seeing her even remotely upset always twisted Honoka's heart in knots, more so than any other member in U's. Picking the trash off the floor bit by bit, Honoka asked herself, eyebrows scrunched up, "But still... does that really make it right to lie to her?"
***
"*huff*, *huff*, haaaa... I-It... It didn't used to be this hard to walk to school..."
Wiping the sweat off her forehead, Honoka glanced down at her belly, which completely eclipsed the sight of her feet now. Feeling the flab between her fingers, Honoka muttered, "I just keep getting bigger..." After digging around in her bag for a bit, she produced a bottle of water. Throwing her head back, Honoka gulped it down as fast as she could, her throat comically thrusting in and out in a panicked attempt to keep up. Upon finishing, she screwed the cap back on and let out a belch. "*urrrRRRRp* Ahhhhh... much better~!" After slapping her belly to force out a few more burps, Honoka dug her hand insider her belly fold. Taking it out revealed a chocolate bar from her not-so-secret stash, and, after relishing the sight, she shoved three fourths of it into her mouth. Letting out a grunt, Honoka hiked up her school skirt as much as she could manage and continued lumbering onward, munching on the chocolate all the while.
A month had passed since U's previous live concert, but looking at Honoka, one wouldn't think as much. Continuing her rapid growth across, her diameter increased to an incredible three feet and three inches. Yet even then, the most apparent growth were her belly and rear. The top roll of the U's leader's tummy grew quickly, seeming to fight against her lower roll. Now the two were nearly equal, her lower roll still winning the fight in overall size, sticking out a total of twenty-four inches. The overlap between the two massive ovals was so vast and deep one easily could have hid a hardback textbook within it. Needless to say, in light of this, Honoka long since gave up buttoning up (what few remained) buttons of her school shirt and coat, leaving their two halves to curl against her top roll. To support the incredible heft of her tummy, Honoka's thighs bloated to the point where they might as well have been thicker than oak trees at twenty-one inches a piece. Her school socks needed to be folded down, for whenever she tried to pull them up (with help, of course), they would rip instantly. Yet their incompetence was nothing compared to her skirt. Presented with the impossible challenge of covering bulbous butt cheeks that shot out twenty-nine inches, it simply rested on the top of her rear, content to not even attempt the task. Yet Honoka's bright white panties, an incredible size that Kotori had to embarrassedly sew for her upon Honoka's naïvely cheery request, managed to cover her tush while at the same time being on full display itself. Lastly, but not least, Honoka formed a thick double chin all around her round face. It shook and squished with every movement of her head.
Glancing up, Honoka noticed Kotori standing on the bridge up ahead, with her back to her. It took Honoka a moment to process the fact that Kotori, despite not even being as wide as Honoka, was wide enough to keep the two from walking side by side across the bridge. Their nigh daily trips to MgRhonald's clearly produced results.
Yet Kotori's width was hardly her only change. Still in the two foot range at two feet and seven inches wide, Kotori gave her uniform a workout just as strenuous as Honoka was her own. Yet unlike Honoka, Kotori's belly grew both upwards and outwards, retaining it's completely smooth and soft surface. A round ball protruding twenty-seven inches, it simultaneously drooped down to just above her knees AND grew so high it pushed up against her breasts, suspending the gigantic E cup orbs in the air, as though trying to show off their several inches of cleavage. Her belly's massiveness was truly all encompassing of her body, impossible to ignore. All this, and yet her belly button remained tiny and adorable at just the size of a penny, left exposed by her incompetent school coat and shirt. Even being thinner than Honoka's at sixteen inches each, her thighs easily filled the constraints of her skirt. If it weren't for her constantly readjusting her skirt's waistband, it would have been impossible to hike it past their curves. Having also extended her skirt's overall length, it managed to cover half of her twenty-two inch protruding bubble butt of a rear. Yet with how huge her skirt had to be to do so, it looked as though she were wearing a blanket around her hips... or even a tablecloth. Due to their lack of restraint and less resistance from her thighs than Honoka's, Kotori's butt cheeks bounced and jiggled with every motion like gelatin. The green and white stripe pattern on her panties only served to emphasize this fact. Lastly, while she finally had a tiny line under her mouth implying a developing double chin, her face's fat remained concentrated in her cheeks, which swelled just enough to still retain her face's circular roundness all around.
Honoka's waddle slowed to a crawl. Every morning, her heart pounded like crazy upon the prospect of Kotori's... just general hugeness. The sight of Kotori being happy left her excited... And Kotori's big size was from her happiness during all their meals together... Thoughts like that filled Honoka's mind every time she glanced at her friend, which would have left her in a practically endless state of exuberance if...
She wasn't in a constant fear that the happiness would be shattered.
Slapping her cheeks, sending her double chin in a jiggle fit in the process, Honoka cried, "No, I can't think like that!" Looking at the date on her phone, she muttered, "Especially with another Live coming up in a few days. If we drop in rank again..." Nodding, a determined smile plastered on her face. "All right! I made up my mind." After taking the time to type out a text with her pudgy fingers, which took a little longer than usual due to her literally fat fingering the keys, Honoka assured herself, "Today's the day! With a little extra push, I'll be able to tell her everything." After typing out the text, her finger floated above the send key. "So... there's no need to feel worried..." After taking a deep breath, Honoka sent the text. Doing her best to replace the frown on her face with her trademark beaming smile, Honoka scampered towards Kotori with an excited, "Kotori-chaaaan~!"
As she looked over her shoulder, Kotori's face lit up instantly. "Honoka-chan! I- W-W-Waaaaah-!!" The formerly happy smile opened into a gaping mouth as her eyes widened, eyebrows raised as high as they could go. All the while, her face turned redder than a tomato. Speaking in incompressible shrill bursts, Kotori stuttered, "H-H-Hoohonhaaa... Ahh...!!" A grin plastered on her face, Honoka remained behind Kotori, hunched over slightly, her hands buried deep into each of Kotori's butt cheeks. Squeezing them through her striped panties, Honoka repeatedly clenched and unclenched her fingers, enjoying the feeling of the flab congealing around them. All the while, she lifted and pushed down her butt, watching it jiggle and ripple, her grin only growing wider at the sight.
"Ha, ha, what's wrong, Kotori-chan?" Honoka asked, a mischievous edge to her voice that painfully underlined how pointless the question was. " You're acting all weird for some reason~"
"Y-Y-You're act... Ah..."
Upon the sight of Kotori biting her lip and clutching her hands in front of her chest, head lowered, Honoka let go of Kotori's butt with a small pat, sending one last ripple through them. "Ahh, I guess I had my fill of Kotori-chan's softness for now," Honoka sung.
Swallowing hard, Kotori turned to Honoka, pulling on her skirt behind her in a vain attempt to cover her felt up rear. "Why... Why did you DO that?" she asked, her voice seeming less embarrassed and more... hopeful? If that small spark in her eyes were any indication...
"Well it was sticking out so much that it seemed inviting, so I told it hello~"
As the two began their waddle to school, Kotori puffed out her cheeks, pouting, the odd light from earlier dimming. "That's not fair, Honoka-chan. Especially when y-your..." Glancing away, Kotori uttered, "YOUR bottom is so much bigger than mine..."
Laughing to suppress the sudden re-surge of guilt, Honoka stuttered, "H-Ha, well, with those stripes on your panties, you can't even tell."
Frowning, Kotori subconsciously rubbed her butt. "Mm. ...I never thought I'd have to worry about my panties looking good or matching my outfit..." Looking at the ground, Kotori added quietly, "But since they're always exposed anyway, it's become a necessity."
Pumping her fists, Honoka smiled up at Kotori. "Me too! I only have the pairs you sew for me, though, ha, ha."
Her eyes darting anywhere but towards Honoka, Kotori nodded a small nod. "Y-Yes, I'm glad you're wearing them...!"
As the two approached the gates of Otonokizaka High, Honoka smacked both of her butt cheeks at once, enjoying the sensation of their violent, hefty jiggling. "Ha, ha, it's not like I have a choice when everything else rips against the force of my monster butt~"
***
Narrowing her eyes, Umi steadied her gaze into the distance, her stance completely unflinching. A quiet creak filled the room as Umi pulled back on her bowstrap. Lining up the tip of her arrow with the bull's-eye of the dart board in the distance, Umi held her breath to prevent even the slightest of movements. After a few seconds of deafening silence, Umi loosened her grip on the bow strap and-
"Umi-chaaaaan!"
"Gah-!"
...Let go too early. The arrow soared across the grassy plains between Umi and the bull's-eye, only to hit the wall behind its target.
Exhaling through her nose, Umi looked over her shoulder at Honoka, trying to keep her eyebrows from twitching. Yet the ridiculous sight before her made the task difficult, for Honoka was wedged in the doorframe, even with her standing sideways. It seemed the frame was caught between her bottom's cheeks, while her belly squished deeply into the opposite frame. U's leader wobbled and tugged to the left and right, letting out little puffs as her belly and rear jiggled violently, as though competing with one another. ...Honestly, Umi couldn't help but think it looked like Honoka was trying to merge with the wall.
Laughing nervously, Honoka requested meekly, "Ha, ha, ha... Little help?"
This was going to be a long day.
...
"T-Thanks, Umi-chan," Honoka stuttered, rubbing the back of her head with a cheesy grin. "That keeps happening more and more lately. Why can't every entrance in school be double doors?!"
That's what she blamed? Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Umi tried to keep her tone even as she said, "Well, Honoka? What did you want? Your text said you wanted to talk about something important."
All at once, the smile melted off Honoka's face, and her arms drooped down to her sides, as though they were too heavy to lift. ...Which very well could have been the case. "Umi-chan, I..." She stared at the ground, biting her lip. The way her double chin formed a triple whenever she lowered her head was impossible to ignore.
Staring at the arrow she misfired, Umi muttered, her tone neutral, "...At your request, I asked the other U's members to not breathe a word of our rank to Kotori. But-"
"I know!" Honoka blurted, pumping her arms. "I never should of kept it a secret. And asking you to tell everyone to lie was just selfish of me... But..."
Looking over her shoulder, Umi gazed deep into Honoka's eyes. They were such a deep, deep shade of blue, glistening brightly as beads of water formed in the corners. With a start, Umi realized she'd been avoiding staring into these very eyes for months. The thought sent pangs of guilt through her chest. "Honoka," Umi called, doing her best to sound authoritative despite a rising unsettling feeling in her chest. "Kotori will forgive you no matter what you've said or done, so long as you apologize earnestly." A small smile forming on her face, Umi reassured her friend in a soothing voice, "You have nothing to worry about on that front. But how you'll apologize, and what you'll do to make up for it..." Chest tightening, Umi tore her gaze from Honoka, staring at the targets ahead of her. "That's between you and Kotori. I have no right to interfere." Eyebrows upturning slightly, Umi muttered, "Yes... Just you and Kotori."
A few seconds of silence passed. A soft voice murmured, "So that's why..."
Turning her head, Umi began, "Why w-"
Umi's eyes widened as she became buried by something incredibly warm and soft, yet at the same time slightly firm. Honoka wrapped her arms around Umi's back and pushed her into herself, burying Umi within Honoka's breasts. Even if they didn't match Kotori's mighty E cup size, the two orbs were still twice the size of any normal pair. Mouth opening and closing like a fish, Umi could only manage a, "W-Wha...?"
Letting out a small sigh, Honoka patted her back. "Why didn't you tell me, Umi-chan?" As Umi stared off past Honoka's shoulder, eyes shining slightly, Honoka whispered, "I was so wrapped up with my problems with Kotori-chan, I didn't even notice yours..."
"W-What are you saying?! What problems?"
Squeezing tighter, pushing all the breath out of Umi in a weak wheeze, Honoka continued, "Just because Kotori and I have a special thing together doesn't mean we've forgotten about you! You're one of our dearest friends, Umi-chan." Loosening her grip on Umi just enough to let her look up at Honoka's face, Honoka flashed a grin. Slight dimples formed at the corners of her mouth. "That's why I came to you for help!"
Cheeks tinted red, Umi looked away. "Of... Of course I know all of that. It's just..." In a voice barely audible, Umi breathed, "Without even realizing it, you two have moved on to love, stepping so far ahead of me in life..."
"Huh?"
"...No, it's nothing." Shaking her head, Umi smiled up at the fluffy, perky giant before her. "Don't worry about it, Honoka. Just keep being you."
After scrunching up her eyebrows, and letting out a soft, rhythmic hum like that of a low-powered air conditioner, Honoka shrugged. "Ha, sure? I can't be anyone else, can I? Still, Umi-chan..." Grinning mischievously, Honoka teased, "If you wanna join the fatty idol club, the offer's open~"
"W-WHAT?!" Umi roared, blushing furiously. Pushing Honoka off of her, Umi straightened her back, brushing on her clothes, as though trying to get rid of fatty germs from Honoka's embrace. "H-Hmph! Honestly... Even suggesting such an u-utterly ridiculous thing..."
Laughing gently, Honoka waved, stepping towards the doorway. "Thanks, Umi-chan! When you see Kotori-chan and I next, we'll be closer than ever! And it's all thanks to you!"
"Poor Kotori has a lot of work ahead of her..."
"Eh? ...Oh, and Umi-chan?"
"Hm?" Turning around, Umi was greeted with an all too familiar sight, for Honoka was stuck within the doorframe again, laughing sheepishly. It seemed Umi wasn't the only one with a lot of work ahead of her.
...
As soon as Honoka left, Umi took up her bow once more. The pressure in her chest vanished, leaving her feeling lighter than ever. Even moving seemed easier. Still... While she was confident Honoka could clumsily manage to make up with Kotori, one thought from their conversation kept repeating in her head as she nocked her arrow into the bow.
"If you wanna join the fatty idol club, the offer's open~"
"Kyah!" Blushing furiously, Umi once more released her grip on the bowstring, releasing it a split second earlier than intended. Yet this time... the arrow hit square into the bull's-eye. Eyes wide, Umi stared at the arrow as it wobbled in place from the sheer force of the shot . It was almost as though it were trying to tell her something.
"...Ridiculous!" Narrowing her eyes, ignoring how hot her face was, Umi nocked another arrow.
***
"Was it always this tight...?"
Kotori Minami, or rather Minalinsky, as she was known when wearing her iconic maid outfit, stood alone in the back room of the maid café in Akihabara. As always, upon completing her shift, she was to undress and return the café's uniform, a task that became more arduous every day. For each of her breasts were larger than a basketball, causing the poor fabric of her apron to stretch across them so tightly it was liable to split down the middle with the slightest provocation. The poor girl's boobs were this tight even with her button up collar undone. The black ribbon normally tied around her neck now rested atop her breasts, slightly buried into her cleavage. Her flabby, ham-like upper arms hiked her short sleeves up so far one would think Kotori were wearing a sleeveless dress. Her apron splayed across her tall belly, barely covering 3/4ths of it. With a small chuckle, Kotori recalled how her apron used to dangle down to her knees. Those days were long gone. Lastly, her black dress managed to cover her belly just fine, but with how little else it covered, its length was more akin to a short skirt than a dress.
Anywhere else, these thoughts would have embarrassed Kotori to no end. But here, in Akihabara, the simple fact that she was dressed as Minalinsky made her feel as empowered as ever, leaving her with a perpetual smile. Shaking her head, equally baffled and impressed by her rapid growth, Kotori began to untie the ribbon across her boobs, her arms squishing deeply into the sides of her breast fat in the process. Letting out a little grunt as she pushed further into the flab, Kotori untied the ribbon and set it aside on a counter. Next, Kotori reached behind her in an attempt to dig out the apron straps buried within her back fat rolls. Upon undoing the straps, her apron flew forward and floated to the ground. From how her belly and breasts surged out, jiggling like mad, one could practically hear them screaming in celebration of their sweet freedom.
Letting out a small sigh, Kotori smiled, "Phew... Much better." Bending over, squishing her belly deep into her thighs, Kotori rested her arm atop her breasts, pushing down to subdue their jiggling. "Mhm." As she dug her arm further into her breasts, feeling their resistant bouncing up pushing against her, Kotori became keenly aware of her hefty, suspended rear bouncing from her suddenly bending over. It The room's cool air kissed her exposed butt cheeks, for her panties were as incompetent at covering the two balls of lard as one would naturally expect; they bunched up nearly entirely within her crack.
When her breasts had finally settled down, Kotori picked up the apron. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her bag. Her laptop was poking out ever so slightly. "Ah..." Straightening up to fold the apron against her tummy (for what better vast surface could she ask for?), Kotori speculated aloud, "With a new live coming up soon, I wonder what U's current ranking is? Honoka-chan said we dropped a bit, but maybe we've gone back up since then..." After placing her apron with to her ribbon, Kotori sat in a nearby chair, resting her laptop on her belly. Flipping open her laptop, she quickly booted up the national school idol ranking website, only to let out a small gasp. "7-72?! B-But..." Kotori bit her lip, staring at the number. As the sight was burned into her retinas, she whispered, "Honoka-chan said..."
"A-Ah, but you don't have to worry! W-We only dropped a tiiiny bit, you know?"
"..."
Suddenly, Kotori's phone rang, muffled from being buried within her bag. "Eh...?" Shutting the laptop closed, Kotori's hands shook slightly as she unzipped her bag. Answering without bothering to check the ID, she squeaked, "H-Hello?"
"*huuuUUURRRp*, ohhh, whew... Kotori-chan?"
Blushing slightly at the realization that she recognized Honoka first by her belch rather than her voice, Kotori bit her lip. Subconsciously, her eyes wandered towards her laptop. "W-What is it, Honoka-chan? It's odd for you to call n-"
"There's an, um, emergency!"
"Eh?"
"Hurry! You gotta come over!"
"Wait, what are you talking about? Honoka-ch-!"
The rhythmic beeping of the dial tone was the only response.
Brows furrowed, Kotori stepped inside the Kousaka bakery, muttering, "Pardon the intrusion," as she kicked off her shoes (for bending over to reach her own feet was out of the question.) Stepping into the foyer, Kotori peered around, perplexed by the pervasive silence. The light was on, so Honoka was downstairs, right? And with this being an 'emergency'...
Tuning her ears, Kotori heard the sound of heavy breathing, interrupted by the occasional subdued belch and groaning that followed. It seemed to be coming from... behind the glass wall of pastries on display...?
Poking her head around the wall's side, Kotori muttered a meek, "Honoka-chan, is that y-"
The ridiculous sight before her caused Kotori to cut herself off. For Honoka had parked her massive rear squarely on the floor behind the counter, dressed in nothing but panties-bunched up so far into her crack she appeared to be wearing nothing-and an ill-fitting tank top that might as well have been a bra. Three plates, each one large enough to hold a turkey, sat around Honoka in a circle. Crumbs dotted their tops, not to mention Honoka's face, belly, cleavage, and the floor all around her. U's leader's belly protruded several inches farther out than usual, a fact Kotori could be sure of due to how often she caught herself staring at it every day. "Haaa... Haaa..." Honoka wheezed as she looked up at Kotori. Was it just Kotori, or did even her double chin seem flabbier? "Kotor-*eeeeeuurrRRRRP*-pheeeww..." Blushing, Kotori noticed that Honoka's belly and love handles jiggled from the force of the burp they pushed out. Wincing and moaning, Honoka leaned back into the wall and gingerly rubbed her belly, touching and rubbing it so gently it seemed as though every movement caused her pain. "Ooooohh..."
It took Kotori several seconds to process the sight before her. Mouth flapping open and closed, Kotori managed, "H-Honoka-chan...?" Glancing between the three empty plates and the display counter next to her, Kotori asked, "Don't tell me you..."
"Mm," Honoka nodded, her double chin squishing outwards and inwards at the motion. "I was, um, reeeally hungry, so..." Rubbing the back of her head, Honoka laughed, "I ate three of Mom's cakes! The first one was sooo good, I couldn't just STOP there. Heh, heh, heh..." The laughter must of caused her pain, for she flinched and rubbed her belly again, letting out a quiet moan.
A swirl of emotions filled Kotori's chest. After learning of a secret Honoka kept from her for so long, THIS was what counted as an emergency?
Reading Kotori's expression, Honoka shook her head. "A-Ah, by 'emergency,' I meant I..." Wriggling her legs helplessly, Honoka said with a small smile, cheeks tinted red ever so slightly, "I... can't get up."
Shaking her head with a small smile as she let out a sigh, Kotori mused that this really was just like Honoka. Even if she continued to be as oblivious as ever, blinding her from Kotori's discovery, Kotori reasoned that it may have been better this way. After all, her naivety was part of what made her the Honoka she and Umi always knew. The Honoka she grew to...
Blushing slightly, Kotori yanked a few napkins off the counter, knocking over a few condiment bottles in the process. Honoka babbled all the while, "Um, and I NEED to move not just to sleep in my bed and go to school in the morning and stuff, but so I can make replacement cakes! Mom's gonna be reeeally angry if she finds out I ate-"
"Honoka-chan," Kotori began softly as she, with a small grunt, kneeled down in front of her friend. Honoka's legs were splayed out in front of her to allow room for her belly to fill half the space between them. Yet with Kotori kneeling down like this, her own tummy filled the remaining space, pushing against Honoka's belly. Trying to pretend she didn't let out a small squeal when their bellies touched, Kotori proceeded to dab the napkin on Honoka's face as though she were a small child. "You need to worry about yourself first. Really, you should see yourself, Honoka-chan! Ha, it looks like the cakes attacked you."
"Mmmphhh," Honoka grunted, scrunching up her eyebrows.
"Does your belly hurt? Do you want me to get you some medicine?" Smiling to suppress the last lingering thoughts about their low ranking, Kotori stared into Honoka's eyes as she lowered the napkin. Slowly, Kotori found her hands drifting to Honoka's top roll. Pressing her palms against it and digging her fingers into the flab ever so slightly, Kotori asked, "D-Do y-you want me to rub it? To ease the pain?" If Kotori's pounding heart were any indication, the proposition seemed more suited to benefit Kotori than Honoka.
Blinking several times and raising her eyebrows, Honoka stared back. "Eh?" Yet after several seconds, Honoka eyes tore away from Kotori's, a small frown forming on her face. Kotori's hands wavered as she upturned her eyebrows, her own smile giving way to a slightly parted frown. "Can," Honoka began. "Can you help me stand up first...?"
With some slight hesitation, Kotori forced another smile and gave an invigorating nod. "Mm!" Grabbing onto Honoka's wrists, Kotori let out a few puffs as she stood up, planting her feet firmly on the floor, positioning her legs in an upside-down V. "On the count of three. One... Two..." Blinking, Kotori noticed that Honoka was biting her lip, eyes darting anywhere but her face. Upon catching Kotori's eyes, Honoka quickly upturned her eyebrows and smiled a small smile, letting out a sheepish laugh. ...Could she of been any more obvious?
Shutting her eyes, Kotori counted, "Three!" Pulling with all of her might, Kotori stumbled in place, letting out a squeak. Even if she expected it, Kotori barely lifted Honoka a millimeter. While their incredible weight was hardly a secret, Kotori at least hoped that her own weight would help act as a sort of counter-balance, yet... Honoka's heft was clearly not something to be underestimated. Squinting open her eyes as her arms trembled violently, Kotori peeked at Honoka. The poor girl's face was bright red as she puffed out her cheeks, letting out groans and grunts as she kicked her legs, skidding her feet against the floor in a vain attempt to get some traction. This only served to bounce her belly and breasts constantly, leaving the two rolls of her belly to noisily smack into each other while each of her breasts bounced in rhythmic succession. Suddenly, Honoka planted her feet on the ground, surging her head and torso forward. With a small yelp from both of them, U's leader planted her head squarely between Kotori's breasts, a soft *pwoosh!* filling the air as Honoka squished into the cleavage. The two orbs that were Honoka's own breasts dug into Kotori's belly, leaving Kotori feeling as though two soccer balls were being pressed against her. "A-Ahh-!" Kotori cried as she backed up, slamming her feet into the floor behind her. The action sent a ripple through her entire body, leaving her belly and breasts to jiggle into Honoka's fat.
Blushing furiously, Kotori sputtered, "H-Honoka-chan?! Are you all right?"
"Mmmmphf!" Honoka replied in a helplessly muffled voice. Raising her head, Honoka rested her chin on Kotori's breasts. "E-Eheheheh," Honoka laughed. "Guess that was harder than we thought, huh?"
Looking down at Honoka like this, Kotori couldn't help but notice that her breasts squished around Honoka's neck, burying it completely. Even then, there was plenty of breast fat left to pile onto Honoka's shoulders, a force that must have heavily pinned them down. When did they get this big...? It was hardly any wonder why D-Cup bras would snap within seconds of Kotori forcing them on."T-That's putting it lightly," Kotori muttered as she looked away.
With an, "Ooomph," Honoka pushed her hands into Kotori's breasts as she straightened up. All the while, Kotori let out panicked little noises like a small animal would. When Honoka finally stood up, she took a few steps back and pulled down her tank top, jiggling her breasts with every tug. Eyes beginning to dart away from Kotori again, Honoka muttered, "A-Anyway, thank you, Kotori-chan. Um..." Turning away, Honoka repeated as though in a chant, "Cakes, cakes... I need to... make cakes..."
Yet even with her back turned (ohhh, just look at all those back rolls stacked on top of each other~ They were even slightly sweaty from the effort it took for Honoka to stand, how cu-ah!), Kotori noticed Honoka resuming rubbing her belly gently. "*urrrrp* a-ahhh... *huuuRRRRP!* Ohhhhhh, nngh..." After slapping her belly a few times to let out a couple of small burps, Honoka squeezed and fondled it, grunting and moaning loudly. Even if it was her own fault, Kotori couldn't help but bite her lip at the sight of Honoka in any kind of pain. Even after... her discovery earlier today...
Shaking her head, Kotori pushed those thoughts aside, ignoring the sinking feeling in her chest. "Honoka-chan!" she blurted. Honoka looked over her shoulder, her double chin squishing against it. The leader of U's face was flushed, and her eyebrows upturned. Her heart twisting upon noticing that Honoka was yet again not making eye contact with her, Kotori offered meekly, as hopeless as ever before Honoka's every wish, "Um... Why don't I make the cakes for you? You should get some rest, okay?"
"Kotori-chan," Honoka mumbled, her eyes widening. Smiling-yet why were her eyebrows upturned all the while?-Honoka shook her head. "Uh-uh, it's my fault the cakes are, um, gone! Let me help."
"Well... If you insist, Honoka-chan."
Waddling off, Honoka trekked towards the kitchen. "I'll get the mixing bowls and measuring cups and stuff, then~" While it may have LOOKED like Honoka was normal, the fact that she rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn as she walked wasn't exactly convincing.
Shaking her head, Kotori let out a long sigh. As she rested her hand on her breast, she thought that things can't continue like this. Every time Honoka evaded her gaze, her heart felt ready to burst. From avoiding eye contact, forcing smiles, and the way she laughed nervously practically every thirty seconds, it was clear to Kotori that Honoka was hiding something. While it may have seemed obvious what that something was, seeing as Kotori knew about their fallen rank before she even arrived at the Kousaka Bakery, she couldn't help but doubt herself. Honoka never showed any signs of hiding something before. Why now? What was different? ...What was wrong?
Giving a resolute nod, Kotori made up her mind. If not for Kotori's own sake, then for Honoka's, she intended to put a stop to all their worries tonight.
...As soon as she finished the cakes for Honoka.
***
As the sound of flour grains pouring into a measuring cup filled the air, Honoka squeaked, "Um, can I help?"
Shaking her head Kotori replied with a confident smile, "Uh-uh, I'm just fine, Honoka-chan!"
Letting out a small sigh, Honoka leaned back into the pantry behind Kotori. Her monstrous butt cheeks, as she has once aptly described them, squished and splayed against the pantry doors, letting out an ominous creaking sound. "Mm," she nodded, a small frown on her face. The way her double chin undulated and small dimples formed around her mouth whenever she pouted was so, so cuuuute-ah, Kotori caught herself, blushing. B-Back to making cakes...
Upon their entering the Kousaka bakery's kitchen, Kotori wasted no time in making the cakes. Her movements were swift and elegant, likely due to her experience from gracefully serving customers in Akihabara, only restrained by the fact that her boulder of a belly had to be forcefully squished into the counter to let her reach across it. As if it wasn't all encompassing enough, the poor girl's tummy spread out in every direction, pushing up her breasts so far they surpassed her chin, brushing against her cheeks whenever she spoke. Never before had she felt as FAT as she did then.
And yet, that was the farthest thing from her mind. Honoka had quickly withdrawn herself to the corner of the room, fidgeting and twitching, every once in a while letting out a, "Um," "Ah, I, er," and sometimes even, "Kotori-chan, I..." Every outburst was followed by a small sigh, preventing Kotori from giving any sort of response.
"Just let me know if YOU need anything, Honoka-chan."
"Mm."
"If you get hungry and want a small snack, I'll make you something, okay?"
"Mm."
"And keep rubbing your stomach to ease the pain, all right?"
"Mm."
"A-And remember, if you need any help, l-let me know!"
"Mm..."
As Honoka let out a moan from rubbing and squishing her ham hands all around her belly's vast surface, Kotori snuck a glance over her shoulder. As U's leader continued rubbing, she swayed left and right, sliding her jiggling butt across the pantry all the while. Considering she was dressed in only a tank top and panties, from this angle, her bunched up panties made it look as though her rear was completely naked... Face tinted red as she frowned, Kotori turned back to the mixing bowl in front of her. Please, Honoka, say what you want to say... Just stop frowning.
As the first cake baked in the oven, with nothing else to do, Honoka and Kotori simply stood in the kitchen, staring at the remaining ingredients scattered across the counter, the dirty plates from Honoka's surprise binge, and the oven itself, anywhere but each other. The room was completely silent aside from Honoka's occasional muffled belch, for, as Kotori advised, she was still rubbing her belly.
Why were they still silent? Aside from when she nearly moved abroad, Kotori couldn't think of another time when her and Honoka were barely on speaking terms. Just this morning, Honoka was bursting with energy, t-to the point where s-she boldly grabbed... Well, in any case, she clearly wasn't upset earlier today.
...Or was she? No matter how much disregard Honoka had for personal space, to touch her like that was simply odd for her. Unless she was forcing herself to... to seem happy...? And eating three cakes, even Honoka could hold herself back from that. Probably. So why would she push herself so far, to the point where she needed to call Kotori for-
Kotori blinked several times, the swirl of uncertainty in her chest giving way to tender warmth. Swallowing hard, Kotori shook her head, laughing a little. "Ha, ha, that's just like you, Honoka-chan..." Sliding her hands against one another, spreading flour everywhere in the process, Kotori said with her first heartfelt smile, "This morning, you u-um, grop... gra... t-touched me to make it SEEM like you were as chipper as ever, didn't you? And you ate the three cakes to give me an excuse to come here, right? As for your yawning earlier... don't tell me you stayed up all night psyching yourself up for all this?" Honoka's mouth merely opened and closed, not a sound coming out. Taking that as an answer, Kotori sighed. "Honoka-chan... you didn't have to go that far. Anytime you want to see or talk to me, just give me a call, okay? I'll come running!" Glancing down in an attempt, Kotori blushed at the sight of her enormous belly blocking both her legs AND feet. "U-Um, as fast as I can go, a-anyway..."
Scrunching up her eyebrows, Honoka met Kotori's gaze, at last. "What... What are you talking about?" Taking her hand off her belly, Honoka rubbed the back of her head, laughing sheepishly. "H-Ha, ha, I don't-"
Suddenly, Honoka received the warmest, softest embrace she'd ever known. Kotori's belly squished and pressed up against Honoka, so forceful that she wound up pinning Honoka into the pantry door. Against Honoka's firm, stuffed tummy, Kotori's fluffy belly all but melted against it, effortlessly filling the gap between Honoka's two belly rolls. Their breasts bounced against one another, yet Honoka's found themselves completely buried into Kotori's, as though Kotori were trying to absorb them. Yet this tight squishing is the only thing that allowed Kotori to wrap her arms around Honoka juuust enough to barely brush against her multi-layered love handles. Heart pounding, Kotori found herself giving them a little squeeze. They filled her palms and squished out between the gaps of her fingers. How divine~! Still, naturally, upon being pressed into the door by a mass greater than six-hundred pounds, Honoka's butt squished against the pantry even deeper than earlier, her rear spreading out father in all directions. This lasted for only a few seconds before the door snapped in two with an audible crack, and Honoka's rear eagerly filled the space inside, jiggling and vibrating from the force. Breathing deep breaths, so close to Honoka's face she could surely feel Kotori's warm breath against her cheeks, Kotori whispered, "Honoka-chan." Swallowing several times, Kotori smiled as her eyes glistened, "It's OK. I forgive you. I'll ALWAYS forgive you." Taking her right hand off of Honoka's love handles to brush it against her soft, soft cheek, Kotori whispered, "You never had anything to worry about."
Blushing furiously as she glanced between Kotori's breasts and her gaze, Honoka let out little squeals. "W-What are you saying, K-Kotori-c-chan?! E-Eh? Um...!" Clasping her hands against her mouth, Honoka's face turned several shades of red deeper as she let out a belch. "*huuuUUUURRRRRRRppp!*" Taking her hands off her mouth to press them into her tummy, as though trying to tell it to be quiet, poor Honoka's mouth remained slightly agape, twitching at the corners.
Kotori sucked a breath in. The sight of Honoka embarrassed was a rare one indeed. And the way she was stuttering helplessly... did Kotori sound like that all the time? Gosh, it's so, so cute...! Her heart beating faster with every second, Kotori wondered if Honoka could feel its furious pounding through their touching breasts. A part of Kotori hoped so.
"I-I, um..."
Subconsciously, Kotori found her left hand floating up to Honoka's other cheek. "Honoka-chan. Listen. ...I saw our ranking earlier today."
Flinching, Honoka frowned tightly as she upturned her eyebrows. Yet she still maintained Kotori's gaze. "You... did?" Swallowing hard, Honoka stuttered, "I... I'm sorry!" Putting her hands on top of Kotori's, Honoka began to babble. "I'm so sorry! I meant to tell you for so long, but I didn't want to make you sad! O-Or regret how, um," Bouncing her belly into Kotori's, sending a hearty ripple through it that went so far as to bob Kotori's breasts up and down, Honoka continued, "B-Big we've gotten..." Helplessly talking in circles, she rambled dismally, "It's all my fault we're so fat, and, and, if you wound up regretting how big we've gotten... It's all my fault... So, so fat, and-"
Putting her index finger against Honoka's lips, shushing her, Kotori smiled. "It's okay, Honoka-chan. I'M the one whose sorry. Sorry for not noticing your feelings sooner. But in your place, I probably would have done the same thing. "
"...Really?"
Rubbing Honoka's cheek, Kotori continued as she pressed herself further into Honoka's fat, "Of course! And don't blame yourself for out weight..." Cheeks tinted red, Kotori took her hands off Honoka's face to pat the sides of her belly for emphasis. They jiggled and rippled at her touch. "...I clearly e-enjoy it a-as much as you do."
Slowly, Honoka's frown gave way to a gaping mouth. The way it formed a small "O" shape reminded Kotori of her reaction to months back, when Kotori first revealed how she gained just as much weight as Honoka. That felt so long ago...
"But you know, Honoka-chan," Kotori insisted, resting her hands on Honoka's shoulder (squeezing its fat between her fingers for a little bit). "While U's ranking is important to me, there's something else that's just as irreplaceable to me. To me and ALL of U's." As Honoka scrunched up her eyebrows, deep in thought, Kotori couldn't help but laugh. "It's your smile, Honoka-chan. U's ranking is pointless if its leader isn't able to flash us her brightest smile."
A smile broke across Honoka's face as the brightness returned to her eyes. "Kotori-chan...!" Beaming, Honoka leaned forward, doing her best to embrace Kotori. Yet even with their bellies and breasts pressed tighter together than ever, Honoka could only barely touch Kotori's sides, let alone wrap her arms around them. Still grinning from ear to ear, Honoka rubbed her cheek against Kotori's, letting out a long sigh of content. "Thank you~ Kotori-chan..."
Baffled by the sudden 180 Honoka displayed, Kotori slowly smiled. Perhaps her unpredictability was what made her so endearing. Patting the back of Honoka's head, Kotori asked, "For what, Honoka-chan?"
"For always being there... And, um, forgiving me... And stuff..." Laughing nervously, Honoka continued, "Ha, I'm no good at this."
At... At what? What was Honoka trying to say? Was it just a thank you? Or... something more?
At that thought, Kotori's heart pounded so hard, its reverberation seemed to cause her head to throb. Honoka isn't very good with words. She's too clumsy to be poetic or elegant. S-So... if this was what Kotori thought it was... Then she'd have to say it first!
"H-Honoka-chan!" Kotori blurted, not sparing a moment to think. "I... I lo-"
Suddenly, Honoka let out a massive yawn, right in Kotori's ear. "Ahhhh," she whimpered, rubbing at her eyes. "Staying up all night was a terrible idea, just like you said... How are you so good at figuring me out, Kotori-chan...?"
Honoka... how can you be so bad at figuring HER out...?
Letting go of Honoka, Kotori forced a smile despite the sinking disappointment she felt on the inside. "Rest, Honoka-chan. Everything's fine now, okay? We can work out what to do about U's ranking tomorrow, with everyone else too." Resting one hand on her own stomach and another atop Honoka's top roll, Kotori reassured her, "We'll find a way that doesn't force us to give up what we've grown to love so much. Okay?"
"But... what about the cakes?"
"Don't worry about it! I'll finish the last two cakes while you're sleeping." Poking Honoka's cheek, sinking her finger into its pillow-ly-ness, Kotori teased, "You'd just continue to eat all the ingredients, anyway~ "
Pouting, Honoka crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up high enough to let her rest her chin on top of them. "That's no fair, Kotori-chan! I saw you sneaking some chocolate chips!"
"E-Eh? T-That was just taste-testing...!"
"Sure, sure~" Honoka sang with a confident grin. After poking Kotori in her cheek in turn (oh gosh Honoka, how can you be so cute?!), she lumbered out of the kitchen. Frowning, Kotori couldn't help but wonder what those bits of plastic were on Honoka's bobbing and undulating butt as she bounded towards the living room.
***
"Haaaa... All done." Wiping the back of her arm against her forehead, Kotori huffed and puffed a little bit, her face flushed from all the activity. Smiling, Kotori dabbed a napkin at her cherubic cheeks, surveying the three magnificent cakes before her. Truly Honoka's mother was a culinary genius, because Kotori's tummy let out a noisy growl at the sight of the cakes despite spending hours to remedy a nearly identical situation. Blushing slightly, Kotori patted her belly. It jiggled against her palms as she muttered, "I-I-It's OK, we'll eat when I get home...!"
Glancing at the family room, Kotori caught a glimpse of Honoka's orange head of hair sticking out above the couch. "But..." Tip-toeing in what seemed to Kotori the equivalent of an elephant trying to be stealthy, Kotori made her way to the family room. "It couldn't hurt to watch Honoka-chan's sleeping face, just for a little bit..."
Upon the sight, Kotori's heart pounded furiously. A warm cozy feeling spread all throughout Kotori's body as she let out a little gasp. For the sleeping Honoka before her, still clad in her scandalously incompetent panties and her bra-like tank top, was nothing less than an angel in her eyes. The way her mouth hung slightly open, a little bit of drool seeping out the side... No doubt from dreaming of food, in spite of her earlier feast. Ohhh, and the cute way her hands were resting on her belly, as though she were rubbing it right up until she fell asleep! A-And the way her breasts heaved and pushed against her tank top with every breath, causing countless stress lines in the fabric between each of her mighty breasts. And her double chin seemed to shiver ever so slightly whenever she breathed out, ahhhh~ T-That didn't even take into account her glorious rear, which spread across two thirds of the couch all on its own. The way it squished and pushed against the back of the couch, only emphasizing its size even more, was just so, so cuuute...!
Confronted with this, Kotori clenched her hands to her breasts and bit her lip. A force pushed up from her chest, lodging in her throat. At the same time, her innards seemed to constrict, as through someone were wringing them out like washcloths. Stopping her lip only to let out deep, labored breaths, Kotori stuttered in a barely audible whisper, "H-Honoka-chan. I... I can't hold back anymore...
"I... I love you, Honoka-chan." Before so much as pausing to think, Kotori continued, speaking rapidly as her voice cracked, "I-I always loved you. The way you used to take Umi-chan and I to new, exciting places every day became my reason for waking up in the morning. Even now, with U's, you continue to change and inspire us with your energetic smile and heartfelt affection. I... I love that about you, Honoka-chan. I love you." Sucking in a breath, Kotori muttered quietly, "So, so much..."
Squeezing her eyes shut, Kotori half expected grandeur music to play as flowers bloomed across every inch of the ground, just like in romance movies. Yet far from music and flowers, the only sound in the room was Honoka's quiet, contented breathing. Slowly opening her eyes, Kotori turned around, putting her hand on her breasts. Despite the thick extra padding across them, Kotori could still feel the reverberation of her heartbeat underneath. W-Well, she thought. If she can say it aloud here, then she should be able to later, right...?
Heaving a long, pained sigh, Kotori began her waddle towards the front door. If Honoka's asleep, it wouldn't do to wake her. It might be rude, but it looked like she'd have to leave without so much as a 'goodbye.'
For some reason, the image of Honoka grabbing her wrist at the airport flashed in her mind. Yes, that's right... The last time Kotori tried to leave Honoka's side with nary a word, she reached out and saved her, saying just the words she wanted the most. The memory was so vivid, Kotori could practically FEEL Honoka's chubby fingers gripping into her wrist.
...Chubby?
"I love you too, Kotori-chan!"
A-Ahh...!
The lump in her throat growing so large is pained her, Kotori barely had time to think before tears formed in her eyes. Moving as slowly and stiffly as a robot, Kotori looked over her shoulder to see Honoka, wide eyed and smiling brightly. Indeed, her fingers were wrapped tightly around Kotori's wrist. It... wasn't a dream.
Before Kotori could so much as open her mouth, Honoka began to babble. "Ummm... Now what..." After furrowing her eyebrows for a few seconds, Honoka flashed Kotori her trademark grin again. "Ah, um, I guess I'll start at the beginning! I always liked you and Umi-chan too! Ah, no, I mean, I liked YOU in a different way than Umi-chan. But I never realized what those feelings until a few months ago." Pumping her fists, sending veritable waves through her arm fat, Honoka cried, "When I found out that you gained just as much weight as me, that's when I realized! We're very different, but deep down, we ARE similar. I guess getting so happy over such a simple realization made me understand my feelings for you!" Smiling sadly, Honoka explained, "But, well, I was too distracted at the time to SAY it. Then there was never really a time to. Saying it over dinner at Mg Ronald's didn't make much sense, neither did during practice. So, ummm..." Laughing nervously as Honoka rubbed the back of her head, Honoka continued, "H-Ha, at least, five-hundred pounds later, I'm saying it now!"
The heartfelt words Honoka so clumsily threw together barely registered. Kotori just stared into Honoka's earnest, sparkling eyes, mouth slightly agape. A small voice in the back of her head reassured Kotori that she'd surely ask Honoka to repeat those words a thousand times over. Until then, it told her, just enjoy this moment to the fullest.
"Um, aren't I supposed to do something now...?" Honoka mumbled aloud. "Ah, I'm no good at this."
Slowly breaking out into a smile, Kotori gently called, "Honoka-chan?" Slowly putting her hand under Honoka's squishy double chin, Kotori lifted her head. "I think... you probably mean this." Leaning forward, all but falling onto Honoka, the two's bodies squished against each other. Their bellies pushed and melded into one another, yet the sheer size of Kotori's belly forced it to spread out against Honoka's taut, still stuffed tummy. With a blush, Kotori tried her best to ignore the fact that she could feel her smooshed love handles brush against the arms of the couch. Yet their boobs were far less comfortable, firmly resisting one another without so much as the slightest squish. However, Kotori would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the tightness of each others' breasts. Still, all this great force on Honoka's body only served to push her back into the couch, causing her rear to splay out across the couch back even more.
The two were now inches from each other's faces, both blushing slightly as they breathed heavily. Slowly, they leaned their heads forward, parting their lips. And then... they touched. For a few seconds, their mouths merely stayed that way, unmoving. Yet Kotori let out a small moan and pushed herself further against Honoka, forcing Honoka's head back. Imitating what she'd seen in movies, Kotori opened and closed her lips against Honoka gently, blushing furiously as her heart pounded harder and harder. Grunting, Honoka surged forward, opening and closing her mouth in a poor copy of Kotori. While Kotori had finesse, Honoka merely opened and shut her mouth, as though she were trying to eat Kotori's lips instead of kiss them.
Although Kotori would LIKE to say she remained completely captivated by her first kiss, out of the corner of her eye, she kept catching glimpses of Honoka's enormous body. Her bulging, tight breasts. Ham-like upper arms. Soft, double layered love handles. Letting out a long, noisy moan, Kotori rested her hands on Honoka's love handles. Ohhhh, they felt so soft to the touch, her fingers sinking ever so slightly into their fluff just from resting on them. Squishing her fingers into one at a time, Kotori found herself moaning in sync with Honoka. "Mmmmmm~!"
Without a bit of Kotori's initial reservation, Honoka grabbed Kotori's protruding under boob fat. For with Kotori's massive E cup breasts pushed so tightly against Honoka's C cup, their fat seeped out in all directions. As Honoka rubbed and squished the giant, taut orbs with vigor, Kotori upturned her eyebrows, groaning. "Nnnnghhh..." Yet she made no move to stop Honoka from persisting.
After a full minute of this, Kotori slowly pulled herself back, their lips making an audible pecking sound. The two breathed heavily, their breasts pushing against one another forcefully with every gasp for air. Feeling a little bold, Kotori pushed herself forward, digging her breasts even deeper into Honoka's. Their breasts felt so tight against one another it almost hurt. Yet at the same time, it felt so, so good to be this close to Honoka~~!
Before either of them so much as uttered a word, Kotori thrust herself forward again, kissing Honoka with renewed vigor. "MMMmmmm...!" she moaned, kicking her legs into the couch. Eagerly, Kotori dug her fingers deeper into Honoka's love handles, then found her hands rubbing up and down the sides of Honoka's plush body. The sides of her breasts. In-between her belly rolls. Her thick, thick thighs. The giant protruding marshmallow of a butt. Every time she reached a new spot, she'd rub up and down, then squeeze it tightly, letting Honoka's fat fill the gaps between her fingers.
Poor Honoka helplessly scrunched up her eyebrows and moaned. "MmmmMMMMmmm..." As though in response to Kotori's own vigor, Honoka let go of Kotori's breasts in favor of grabbing her belly. With large handfuls of fat in her hands, Honoka shook and jiggled Kotori's belly, enjoying the sight of it rippling and bouncing against Honoka's own tummy. Even after letting go, the two's bellies continued to bounce and undulate. Letting out a noisy moan, Honoka pawed and rubbed Kotori's belly repeatedly and forcefully, as though trying to purposefully stimulate more jiggling. All of a sudden, Honoka leaned forward into Kotori, moaning as she tried her best to move her lips in sync with Kotori's; gentle, but relentless. Burying her hands underneath Kotori's skirt, Honoka greedily felt up Kotori's rear, rubbing all around it furiously, only stopping for the occasional squeeze.
"Mmm, MMMm, mmm..." Kotori moaned, twitching as she blushed furiously. In response, Kotori's own hands drifted towards Honoka's rear again, poking and pawing at it repeatedly. From the way Honoka moaned and kicked her legs in response, she clearly had no objections to speak of.
After a while, the two thrust their heads back, breathing heavily. Their faces were bright red, and beads of sweat were beginning to drip down their foreheads. "Um," Honoka blurted, ruining the silence. Face a flushed as she continued to gasp for breath, she remarked with a sheepish grin, "That sure escalated quickly, huh?" Putting a hand over her mouth, Honoka's eyes widened as she belched, just inches from Kotori's face. "*eeeeeeuuuURRRRPP!* Pheeeeeww..." Smiling as she scrunched up her eyebrows, Honoka gave her belly a hearty pat. "H-Ha, guess that's bound to happen when you push against a stuffed tummy so hard. *urrrRRRP*, oooohh..."
Aww, look at the little ripples every pat made...! "See? Didn't I ask you if you wanted me to rub your tummy before? You could have avoided-" Feeling a tight pressure building in her chest, Kotori thrusted her head down, squeezing her eyes shut as she threw open her mouth. "*bwwuuuOOORRRRRPP!* A-Ah...!" Clamping her hand over her mouth and turning her head away, Kotori's face burned a deep shade of crimson as she pelted out several deep, reverberating belches. "*huuuUUURRRP!* *BWUURP!* ...*heeurp* Ohhhhhh..." Mouth bent into a tight frown, Kotori rested her hands on her tummy, refusing to meet Honoka's wide-eyed stare. "Nnngh..." Surely Honoka must of felt every bit of that, with her tummy jiggling violently into Honoka's from the sheer force. Kotori whimpered.
Grinning, Honoka teased, "Oh, Kotori-chan? What were you about to say about avoiding a few burps~?" Laughing a bit as she poked at Kotori's tummy, Honoka added, "Ah, ha, it's probably from all that air we sucked in b-before we..." Turning away, squishing her double chin against her shoulder in the process, Honoka muttered, "K-Kissed..."
Swallowing down the rest of the air, Kotori blinked several times, glancing anywhere but Honoka's face. "I-It's easy for you to be so calm about it... your burps are adorable..." Burying her face into her breasts, Kotori muttered, "So soft and long a-and unashamed... It's too cute, Honoka. You're always so cute..."
"Ehhh? Tell that to Yukiho! She always whines whenever I burp a few times after eating dinner. But all that pressure had to go somewhere, right??"
Kotori laughed a bit, smiling as she met Honoka's gaze. "Mm. I think I will." No matter the situation, Honoka's clumsy heartfelt words always seemed to turn Kotori's frowns upside-down.
"And besides, your burps are way cuter, Kotori-chan!"
"E-E-Ehhhh?!" No sooner than Kotori mentally complimented Honoka did she throw her for a loop!
Smiling obliviously, Honoka continued, "They're just so deep and really, REALLY loud! To hear that from you, it's just so... weird! But it's cute! You know?"
Stuttering, Kotori lowered her head. "A-Ah... thank you..." As pressure rose in her chest yet again, Kotori instinctively threw her hand over her mouth. But after what Honoka just said... Slowly, she took her hand off, opting to open her mouth wide instead. "*bwuuUUUURRRPP!* Mmm...!" Well, Kotori thought as she slowly rubbed the sides of her belly. Now that she knows she has nothing to be ashamed of, it's... Not so bad... "*buuuurrrRRRP*, *HUUURRRRPPppp* Ahhhh," Kotori moaned as she rubbed her belly faster. "Pheeeew..." Forget 'not bad', it felt so, so good...!
Glancing up at Honoka, Kotori let out a peep. Honoka had sparkles in her eyes as her hands floated in the air, wriggling her fingers in a manner similar to Nozomi before she groped someone. "K-Kotori-chan," Honoka breathed. "Um, can I... T-Touch you...?"
If anyone else asked Kotori that question in such a manner, she would have ran and called the police. But, if its Honoka... Trying so hard to be a little flirt... In an attempt to make this as pleasurable for Honoka as possible, Kotori, blushing furiously, leaned back and pushed out her breasts as much as she could. Tugging on the collar of her shirt, she let it fall over her shoulder, revealing one of her bra straps. Her other hand pulled up some of her shirt, letting Honoka catch a glimpse of her bra. Smiling, Kotori stuttered, "M-Mm. O-Of course..."
"Ooooh..." Hurriedly, Honoka slid off the couch and on top of Kotori, pinning her to the ground. Kotori let out loud moans as she felt Honoka's fat push against every inch of her body. Grinning, Honoka rubbed her hands up and down Kotori's tummy furiously, sometimes up and down, others left and right, and even in wide circle patterns. Poor Kotori was left burping helplessly between moans of pleasure. Letting out several grunts, Honoka sat up, parking her mammoth butt on top of Kotori's belly. The force knocked the wind out of Kotori as she exhaled every last bit of air from her lungs. Still smiling, Honoka rapidly poked all over Kotori's breasts, then leaned back to watch them jiggle madly. "Amazing," Honoka muttered, mouth slightly agape. Smile brighter than ever, Honoka grabbed Kotori's breasts, moving and shaking them in every direction.
"Ahh, ohhh, H-Honoka-c-chaaan...!" Kotori wheezed, closing one eye from the euphoria coursing through her body.
"They're just so... So big!" Honoka cried. "They're even bigger than my head..." Shoving her head into one of the giant, jiggling orbs in question, Honoka muttered, "Yup, definitely bigger." Kotori's face became bright red. Sitting up with a grunt, Honoka took her hands off Kotori's breasts, only to gently slap their sides. The action sent them into a frenzy, bouncing into one another vigorously. Poor Kotori had no words as she let out little grunts and moans at the sight. Honoka just stared in awe, like a child at a new toy she just HAD to have. "Whoa..."
Smiling, Honoka leaned forward, resting her head next to Kotori's. In the process, Honoka's own breasts pushed against Kotori's, leaving Honoka feeling their every jiggle and vibration against her body. Gently rubbing her cheek against Kotori's, Honoka whispered, "Thank you, Kotori-chan."
Closing one eye from the uncontrollable surges of pleasure due to her breasts still jiggling, Kotori asked, "F-For what, Honoka-chan?"
"For, um, loving me... I love you lots."
...Was that pitiable declaration of love Honoka trying to whisper sweet nothings in her ear? Awwww, Honoka... You're too cute.
Smiling as she blushed, Kotori rubbed against Honoka's cheek as well. "...Me too." Closing her eyes, she added, "More than you know."
With a little moan, Honoka turned her head and kissed Kotori on the cheek repeatedly, yet gently, completely unlike her earlier kisses. It felt so ticklish, and yet, Kotori wanted Honoka to never stop.
Letting out a cry, Honoka rolled off of Kotori. Ooof, the pressure against Kotori's body was so immense, that should Kotori not have weighed just as much as Honoka, she'd surely of broken a few bones. "That's right!" Grinning, Honoka rolled on the floor until she reached the couch, lying 'flat' on her stomach. Smirking as she patted her rear, Honoka teased, "It's not fair if only I get to touch you~"
...Needless to say, Kotori's heart nearly exploded. "A-Ah," she stuttered as she sat up, grunting. "It's... It's OK? It's really OK?" In spite of mentally teasing Honoka for how suspicious she sounded in her earlier request, Kotori didn't sound remotely trustworthy either.
Shutting one eye from the pressure, Honoka affirmed between belches, "*huuuRRRP*, phew, s-sure~ *uuRRRRPPpp*" Scrunching up her eyebrows, Honoka patted the sides of her belly. "Ooof, I shouldn't be lying down..."
Unable to hold herself back any more, Kotori scrambled towards Honoka's legs. Upon climbing on top of them, she stared down at the enormous expanse that was Honoka's butt. Ah, her panties really were completely bunched up into her crack... And look at that, should it be any wider, it'd be just as wide as the carpet under the coffee table. Of course, Kotori already knew it took up 2/3rds of a couch, so that shouldn't come as any surprise. Glancing at the couch and fantasizing about Honoka filled so much of it, Kotori's heart started pounding violently.
"Kotori-chaaan," Honoka cried, puffing out her cheeks. "I'm waiting!"
That did it. Kotori found her hands rubbing and squeezing every inch of Honoka's butt, letting the fat caress her palms and fill the gaps between her fingers. While Honoka was likely moaning from the pleasure, Kotori could barely hear a thing over her own enticed, quickened breathing. As soon as she was finished with Honoka's rear, she moved up to her countless back rolls, grabbing and squeezing and rubbing and just... just ANYTHING that let her feel how incredibly soft they were. "A-Ahhh..!" Kotori moaned aloud subconsciously.
Plopping forward, Kotori laid herself down on top of Honoka. Kotori's thighs sunk deep into Honoka's rear, and Honoka's countless back rolls were easily overtaken by Kotori's mighty belly and breasts, forced to squish and spread out in every direction. This position left Honoka and Kotori's faces a mere few inches from each other, to the point where Kotori could feel Honoka's labored breathing brush against her cheeks. "Haaa... Haaa," Honoka wheezed. "Why are you... stopping?"
Was Honoka that eager for more? Awww~
Smiling, Kotori rubbed her hands against Honoka's fat cheeks. "I was just thinking... How glad I am we did this. That we..." Lowering her head, Kotori muttered, "G-Got fa... G-G-Gained wei..." Smiling a shy smile, Kotori raised her head and whispered, "Ate so much."
Slowly breaking out into a grin, Honoka patted Kotori's own chubby cheeks. "Me too. Don't I have the BEST ideas?"
Giggling, Kotori replied, "Ha, ha, I don't know about the 'best' ones. But you always manage to make me smile in the most surprising of ways, Honoka-chan. ...Not just me. ALL of us."
Smiling gently, Honoka whispered, "Kotori-chan... Thank you."
Their heads leaned towards one another, connecting in a kiss. Hands no longer wandering, they merely rubbed and caressed each other's faces, letting out subdued moans of joy.
As they pulled apart with a quiet pecking sound, they stared at one another. Their ragged breathing slowed, and Kotori felt her shoulders slumping. The strength in Honoka's arms seemed to fade as her hands slipped off Kotori's face, resting on the floor. After catching their breath over thirty motionless seconds, Honoka closed her eyes and let out a long yawn.
"Ah, that's right!" Kotori cried. "You were supposed to be catching up on sleep, Honoka-chan."
"Mmm," Honoka grunted, rubbing her eyes. "It's OK. I'm just a little tired." Grinning, Honoka added, "I'll just sleep during class!"
Honoka reached her hand out towards Kotori, but Kotori grabbed her wrist, gently lowering it. Standing up off of Honoka with a grunt, Kotori shook her head. "Uh-uh. You need to rest."
Pouting, Honoka cried, "But I wanna cuddle moooore..."
A-Ah... Honoka... that's not fair, Kotori thought. You know Kotori can't say no to that face. Sighing and shaking her head, Kotori stood up with a grunt. "All right, Honoka-chan." Turning her head away as her cheeks turned bright red, Kotori added, "...We can sleep together."
"...Eh?"
"W-Well, if we sleep on the couch, s-side by side, you can both sleep and c-cuddle with me," Kotori explained, her voice so strained form embarrassment she hardly recognized it. "Okay...?"
Grunting several times as she struggled to stand, Honoka blurted with an exaggerated nod, "Yes, yes! That sounds like fun! Just like our sleepover during the training camp!" Stumbling against a fold in the carpet underfoot, Honoka lost her footing. Gasping, Kotori grabbed her by the shoulders. "T-Thank you..."
Smiling sadly, Kotori said, "See? You really are tired."
"Geez, you're starting to sound like Umi-chan," Honoka complained. Yet judging from the smile on her face, she wasn't too annoyed.
Suppressing another yawn, Honoka sat down on the couch first. Kotori watched with an awed smile as the two cushions Honoka took up puffed up at the edges, as though every bit of plush in the cushions underneath Honoka's bottom were pushed out. Grinning as she rubbed her one eye, Honoka patted the seat next to her.
...Did Honoka really expect Kotori to fit in one cushion?
Shaking her head, Kotori turned around and parked her own fluffy rear on the couch. While it definitely wasn't as big as Honoka's, it still easily filled the cushion completely, overlapping onto some of Honoka's thighs and rear, not to mention an entire arm of the couch. Even then, it dangled off the edge of the arm slightly, a fact Kotori did her best to ignore. The couch let out a loud, ominous creak as Kotori scooted back. Ah... let's hope the couch's legs are made of metal, Kotori thought.
With a small sigh, Kotori turned her head to Honoka. "Is this good, Honoka-chan? I'm not smothering you?"
"Mmm, you're perfect, Kotori-chan," Honoka said with a smile. Jerking her head up with a gasp, Honoka added hurriedly, "Ineveryway!"
D'awww, it seemed Honoka found how to whisper sweet nothings after all~ Closing her eyes, Kotori could feel her own body becoming heavy. Well... heavier than normal. Plopping her head onto Honoka's soft ham of an upper arm, Kotori's mind drifted off. She thought of how their relationship was to going to change from now on, undoubtedly for the better. Ah, wait, if Honoka loved her too all this time, did that mean their trips to MgRonald's were dates? Face turning red, Kotori thought if she made that connection before, she would have dressed so much nicer...
"Ah, but Kotori-chan," Honoka corrected.
Suddenly, Kotori felt her head lifted off of Honoka's shoulder, and gently rested onto something infinitely softer. As her head sunk several inches into it, Kotori opened her eyes. Honoka's breasts obscured most of the view, but she could still see Honoka's gentle eyes above her, staring down at her. From the way her chubby cheeks were dimpling, Honoka must have had a huge smile on her face. "Please, sleep on my belly." Cheeks dimpling further, Honoka added, "I want to be able to look down and see your face, Kotori-chan~"
Warmth spread throughout Kotori's body so fast, she could practically feel a lump forming in her throat. Voice shaky as she blinked several times, Kotori nodded. "M-Mm, of course...!" Reaching up and brushing her hand against Honoka's cheek, Kotori muttered, "I w-wouldn't want it any other way..."
Honoka laughed gently, then slowly closed her eyes. In a few seconds she was out, breathing gently. Every breath heaved her breasts forward, slightly obscuring the view, but never completely blocking Kotori from the sight of Honoka's sleeping face. As a few tears slipped down her cheeks, Kotori rubbed Honoka's cheek gently, and closed her eyes.
Thinking about how incredible a miracle their newfound relationship was, Kotori fantasized of their future together for a while, then found herself drifting off to sleep. She dreamed of living with Honoka in the future, with Honoka inheriting her mother's bakery, while Kotori opened a fashion designer shop for larger girls who struggled to find quality representation in the market. Every night, despite Honoka being a chef, Kotori would bake Honoka dinner, just to see the bright, dimpled smile on her face whenever she brought out the tray of food. After eating, she'd bow her head excitedly with a heartfelt thank you. And every night, Kotori would just stroke Honoka's cheek and say that her contented smile is all the thanks she'd need. Yet, all throughout her dream, several unfamiliar little girls ran around the bakery, grinning as they helped Honoka bake in the kitchen and serve customers outside. When Kotori fed Honoka dinner, they were always there, eating with them as they happily recounted their day to their 'okaa-sans'. Somehow, their smiles made Kotori feel just as happy as Honoka's did...
While Kotori was disappointed to wake up come the morning, somehow, judging from the peaceful smile on Honoka's face as she continued to sleep, Kotori knew she too was experiencing the same dream.
After all, Kotori thought as she stroked Honoka's cheek. As Honoka said, deep down, they truly were similar.
***
"Today's bread is delicious~!"
Honoka beamed as she grabbed two more bags of bread from within her belly roll stash. The countless crumbs dotting her face and her school uniform made it apparent she had eaten enough for three grown men, and yet, it felt like air to her. ...Perhaps that was because Honoka, for once, was hardly focused on eating. As they walked side by side down the street, Honoka found herself staring at Kotori incessantly. While by every account of logic, Honoka should have been fixated on the unexpected turn of events from last night, her mind was elsewhere.
...It wasn't hard to see why. For the two had school in the morning, yet Kotori, in her haste to address Honoka's "emergency," came to Honoka's house without a moment's preparation. Come the morning, the poor girl was in a tizzy, not having her school uniform with her nor the time to run back to her house. Last night, Honoka recalled that she boasted having the best ideas. In Honoka's mind, this silly sentiment proved itself true this morning.
For a spare uniform of Honoka's was stretched across Kotori's body, seeming to let out a scream to its original owner with every jiggle-ly movement Kotori made. Forcing her collar undone and all the buttons on the top half of the school coat and shirt wide open, Kotori's E-Cup breasts pushed against Honoka's comically undersized C-Cup pink bra. Every inch of Kotori's cleavage was visible, jiggling madly as each breast smacked against Kotori's belly and each other with her every step. Worse (nah, even better~) Kotori's belly could hardly be contained by Honoka's clothes. Even with only two buttons done across the top of it, her belly fought against the clothes constantly, riding up the shirt and protruding out of the gaps between the buttons. Yet, the force of the two buttons pushed Kotori's belly down further, into her thighs. Of course, this meant that with every shift of her thick thighs, they would bury themselves into the back of Kotori's drooping belly. Unfortunately, due to Honoka's fluffy butt being nearly twice Kotori's size, Honoka's skirt fit around Kotori's rear perfectly, hiding every inch of her rear. ...Except for when she walked, the skirt would bounce eveeeer so slightly, blessing Honoka with a glimpse of Honoka's pure white panties stretched across Kotori's rear.
"Oooo," Honoka intoned, watching as Kotori's thighs sunk in and out of her belly.
"Mm?" Kotori turned to Honoka, stopping her walk. "Something wrong, Honoka-chan?" Upon saying Honoka's name, Kotori's eyes softened, and her smile widened. Judging from the slight blush on her cheeks, she must have been thinking of last night... Or, Honoka reasoned, the stress of wearing such small clothes must have gone to her head. That was probably it.
"Aw! Don't stop walking, Kotori-chan!"
"Eh?"
"Er... We're going to be late! Umi-chan and the others wanted to meet us in the clubroom before class, remember?
"Mm, of course I remember!" Still not moving a single step, Kotori's hand floated up to her chest, resting her hand against her breast. Honoka sucked in a breath as a slight jiggle reverberated through Kotori's boob. While Honoka never really thought too much of Kotori's appearance before, aside from just being very cute, now... Ever since last night... It's been a little different.
Blushing slightly, Kotori lowered her head. "U-Um..." She stuttered under her breath. Gently holding hands with Honoka, intertwining their chubby fingers into one another (was holding hands supposed to hurt?), Kotori smiled up at Honoka's face. "Are... Are we going to tell them?"
Blinking, Honoka blanched, "Tell them what?"
Kotori's eyes widened. Face burning, she released Honoka's hand and looked away. "N-Nothing, then..."
Grinning, Honoka poked Kotori in the cheek, Twisting her finger around, she teased, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding~!"
"Jeez, Honoka-chan..." Kotori puffed out her cheeks. Lifting her head, Kotori walked on ahead of Honoka. It was likely her intent to leave Honoka behind, yet with how much literal weight she had to carry around with her, she only managed to get a few steps ahead.
Whining, Honoka hurriedly waddled after her like a panicking penguin. "Uwah! Wait for me, Kotori-chan!"
***
Panting and wheezing from their... running? Jogging? ...unexpected burst of movement, Honoka and Kotori stood before the clubroom door. Inside, they could hear the excitable yet hushed whispers of their fellow club members. It seemed that no matter the time of day, U's members were bursting with energy.
"...Really solve anything..."
"...Too much?"
"...It's just fine, Maki-chan's paying!"
"...Never said...!"
After Honoka and Kotori flashed each other bright smiles, Honoka opened the door.
"Eh?"
"W-What's all this?!"
The smell hit them first. Smells of piping hot, cooked meat and potatoes filled Honoka and Kotori's nostrils. Thinking the smell extremely familiar, Honoka glanced down, only to let out a little gasp. Every inch of the long table in the middle of the clubroom was covered with Glad Meal boxes of MgRonald's. Scattered boxes of nuggets, cases of fries, and wrappers for burgers dotted the table.
Slowly, blinking several times, Kotori picked a burger up off of the table and studied it. Honoka, with far less reservation, grabbed a box of fries and promptly shoved in a handful. Still chewing as several fries stuck out of her mouth, Honoka asked, "Mm, fis fall fof fiss for fuss?"
Holding up her index finger, Umi lectured, "Honoka! That's for-"
"Well, it's not that big of a problem, is it?" Nozomi asked with an amused smile. "Its not as though we didn't think this would happen."
"Phat phut phould phappen?" Honoka asked as she attempted to suck in the rest of the fries like they were thick noodles.
As Umi held her head in her hand, muttering something about not being too sure they should do all this after all, Hayano stood up, squeaking, "U-Um! We heard what happened from Umi-chan." Bowing, she shouted, "Congratulations!"
"Huh?" Kotori uttered with a frown.
"Yes, congrats, you two," Nozomi said with a smile. Holding a card up to her face, blocking her mouth as she narrowed her eyes, Nozomi teased, "Of course, it's not as though I didn't foresee this outcome."
"Hrmph!" Nico huffed, crossing her arms and tossing her head to the side. Ensuring her voice was loud enough to drown out more scattered congratulations from the other U's members, she declared, "This better not become a distraction from practice!"
"I... I don't understand," Kotori muttered, scrunching up her eyebrows.
"Oh, I already told them!" Honoka declared with a proud smile. "I texted them this morning~"
"Honoka-chaaan!" Kotori cried, throwing her arms to the side in exasperation. "I thought we were going to tell them together!"
"Ehhhh? You never said that!"
Clapping her hands as though in the middle of a practice session, Umi called as the room quieted down, "Honoka, Kotori!" Everyone turned their heads to Umi as Umi shrunk back a little. Taking a deep breath, Umi continued with a smile, "First off, congratulations. I never would have thought this would happen when we three first became friends, but..." Her eyes and voice filled with gentleness, Umi finished, "...I'm glad it did."
"Phee phoo!" Honoka called, chewing as she finished off the box of fries.
"Y-You're still eating, even now?!" Kotori cried.
Looking to the side, Umi continued, "And, well... I gave what you said some thought, Honoka. We all talked about it, and..." Taking on a serious expression, Umi declared ominously, "We think we've come up with a method to bring U's ranking back up. It won't be easy, and it may take months, but... It should prove very effective."
Honoka frowned, her cheek dimpling as she swallowed down the fries. "U's... Rank..." Crestfallen, Honoka bowed her head. "I'm sorry, everyone. It's all-"
Umi held up her hand. "Don't apologize. We all know how you feel. On one hand, it's our fault for not stopping you far before this. On the other hand..." Lowering her hand, Umi smiled as she upturned her eyebrows. "If you two realizing your feelings for one another is the result, then how could we possibly object?"
While Kotori simply swallowed hard and lowered her head, blushing, Honoka rubbed Kotori's head with a grin. Yet even Honoka's cheeks were tinted red.
Uncrossing her arms as she frowned, Nico stepped forward. "But an idol group can't just have such a drastic imbalance between its members. You two stand out far more than you should, and it's not helping our rank." Narrowing her eyes, Nico declared as she puffed out her chest, "U's is nine members, but with you two hogging the stage, we'll never be equals like we should be!"
Pumping her arms up and down, Rin blurted, "So we thought about it reaaal hard, and we decided we should even the playing field, nya!"
Sighing as she fiddled with her hair, Maki repeated in a whisper, "I'm not paying for all of this, I'm not paying for all of this..."
Kotori's eyes twitched as her mouth slowly hung open. "Y-You..."
...yet Honoka's eyes lit up. "Ohhh! You mean...!"
Blushing furiously, Umi screwed her eyes shut. "Y-Yes. Although some were very reluctant at first-"
"Ohhh?" Nozomi intoned, holding her hand to her mouth. "As I recall, you were the only one putting up a big fuss, Umi-chan."
"T-That was just because I didn't expect everyone else to agree so quickly...!" Sighing, Umi straightened up. "U's has decided..." Umi closed her eyes again, as though trying to muster every ounce of strength in her body to speak. "...That we will g-gain weight together until we all match yours."
Silence.
As if out of desperation to fill the room with even the slightest bit of noise, Hanayo blabbered as she held her arms close to her chest. "W-We thought it'll help our rank! There are even several idol groups that make having bigger idols be their main gimmick!" Nodding excitedly, she continued with barely a pause to breathe, "The only difference between them and U's is the fact that only two of U's members are big girls. So, as long as we go for consistency and keep up the quality of our singing and dancing, then we should eventually be able to regain our rank!"
"Well," Maki spoke up, glancing at Honoka and Kotori. "Our rank may only drop further at first." Throwing up her hands, Maki shook her head. "...But if U's idol expert thinks things will work out, we thought it was worth a shot."
"Hey!" Nico butted in. "Who are you calling U's idol ex-"
"It's got to be better than not trying to change at all, right?" Maki continued with a small smile.
Closing her eyes as she smiled, her mouth twitching slightly, "S-Still, for that to happen, you would have to stop gaining weight for a while, Honoka, and you too, Kotori." Half closing her eyes, Eli blanched, "Or else, at the rate the two of you going, we would never catch up."
Scratching her head as she looked away, Umi explained, "That's why we bought all this food..." Meeting Honoka's eyes, Umi smiled. "To start us off as members of the 'F-Fatty Idol C-Club,' was it?"
"Everyone," Honoka breathed as a lump formed in her throat. Nodding excitedly, Honoka grabbed a burger wrap and held it in the air. "Mm! Let's do it. We'll be the biggest idols ever, and we'll win Lard-er, Love Live! Together!" Biting half of the burger off in one bite, Honoka chewed like a cow, spilling some lettuce and tomato out of the buns and onto her uniform. "Muffing man mop muss mow!"
"Honoka! Those are for everyone!"
"Umi-chan, there's plenty for all nine of us. No need to worry; you'll have enough left."
"I-I wasn't worried..."
"H-Honoka-chan! You're spilling food everywhere! Napkin, napkin..."
"Ahh! My fries! Maki-chan, you thief!"
"Didn't Nozomi just say there's enough for everyone?"
"This world never has enough of anything for super idol Nico! Nico, Nico-GUH!"
"Ehhh? Nico-chan? Are those fries up your nose?! You look like a seal!"
"E-Everyone! Stop fight-Rin-chan! Cut it out!"
"Ehhhh? But Nico-chan needed fries sticking out of her mouth to complete the seal look!"
"That's..."
The rambunctious voices of the nine U's members rang out throughout Otonokizaka High, their frivolous antics doing little to mask their joy of growing closer than ever. And with that, a new chapter began in U's storied history, while yet another started for Honoka and Kotori's future together.
The End~
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Lard Live! Supersize: Rotund Ruby (LL Sunshine WG)
"*huufff*, *huff*..."
Breathing breaths so heavy one would think she just returned from running a marathon, Ruby scooted back on her bed until she felt the back of her knees hit the mattress. 'Felt' because Ruby could barely see her legs to confirm such a thing.
Upon hearing the familiar creaking of her bed, confirming that her butt was indeed parked on its preferred spot in the center of the mattress, Ruby called with a dimpled smile, "Onee-chan! Ruby's ready!"
"I had a feeling you would be hungry today, Ruby!" Dia responded from down the hall. "Today's practice seemed quite strenuous."
"Eh? Not any more than usu-"
"But, not to worry! Onee-san has prepared a veritable truckload of food for you!"
Not one for subtlety, Ruby's let out a loud growl. "E-Eep!" Ruby squeaked.
"Ah! That reminds me," Dia blurted. Walking with brisk, hurried steps, Dia entered Ruby's room and pulled something out of her pocket. "A little something to keep you while I bring in the rest of your food. It's really nothing, just some cheap candy I found lying around is all."
In spite of her saying that, the larger than average size of the cherry red lollipop before Ruby had its wrapping encased with a big red bow. Clearly, this was not an inexpensive candy. Perking her head up, Ruby leaned forward and waved her arms helplessly, as though she were trying to swim through the air. "Ah, thank you, Onee-chan!"
Smiling softly, Dia undid the wrapping and handed Ruby the lollipop, her smile widening as Ruby popped it in her mouth with so much haste she nearly dropped it. "How is it?"
Smiling brightly, Ruby gave several nods. Crossing her arms, Dia looked away. "Well, I should hope you like it, after how much that store charg-" Blinking several times, Dia uncrossed her arms and let out a cough. "*ahem* I-In any case..." After taking a few steps closer, Dia patted Ruby on the head. "Keep doing your best in practice, Ruby. I'm proud of you."
Cheeks tinting red, Ruby let out a little laugh. "Eh-heh-heh..."
Flashing her little sister one last smile, Dia left the room.
As soon as Dia left, Ruby took the lollipop out of her mouth and let out a contented sigh. What food could her sister have brought for her this time? In spite of having candy in her hand, she couldn't help but hope that Dia wasn't exaggerating when she called today's serving size a 'truckload of food.'
And, Ruby thought as she popped the lollipop back into her mouth, looking at her, it wasn't hard to see why. Ever since a few months ago when Dia joined Aqours, Dia has been spoiling Ruby non-stop. First it began with a few pieces of candy as a reward for doing well during practice, but then she started taking Ruby to bakeries after every live concert, letting Ruby pick out any extravagant dessert she wanted. Then Dia began preparing feasts for Ruby as the two got home from school... It didn't matter how unhealthy it was, if Ruby enjoyed eating it, Dia was happy to buy it as often and as much of it as she wanted. And considering Ruby's newfound monstrous appetite, she needed quite a bit to keep her belly satisfied.
Naturally, from taking in this nigh endless stream of candy and other goodies, Ruby's body had grown. Indeed, the girl grew so much, she had to take all the pillows off her bed before sitting down, lest she crush them under her vast rear. As it was, her butt cheeks dangled off the back of her bed when she sat down, brushing up against the wall behind her. Should anyone have been able to stand there, they'd of been greeted with a full view of Ruby's oversized, tight white panties, for not a single skirt in her wardrobe could manage to cover it. If it weren't for Ruby having a knack for sewing, she would have been forced to wear store-bought underwear. But they'd always bunch up and play hide-and-seek in her crack. Asking Dia to pull them out to give the poor girl some decency had gotten too embarrassing. Yet Ruby often found her size pretty embarrassing even without problematic panties. The way her fleshy double love handles protruded off her sides so far they nearly matched her bed-spanning hips, or how her massive double fold belly shot out so far in front of her it filled and slightly surpassed her lap, or how her breasts had grown into large ovular blobs of fat as opposed to having a nice round shape like Hanamaru or Kanon, or how her favorite pink t-shirt could barely cover even a third of her gargantuan belly, or how her upper arms had swollen to the size of full grown turkeys and were so heavy it felt like a chore to even lift them, o-or how her thighs were so wide they brushed up and squished against one another constantly... The fact that she noted all of this while lowering her head, squishing her puffy cheeks down into her meaty double chin, didn't exactly help matters.
Running her hand across her soft belly, Ruby let out a small whimper. It seemed as though her tummy was growing larger by the day, and it showed no signs of stopping. Would it one day grow so big Ruby wouldn't even be able to get out of bed without help? The thought made Ruby's face turn bright red. But... Taking out the lollipop, Ruby gazed at the half-eaten candy, then at the big red bow that had packaged it. It rested on the floor, among other similarly discarded bags of chips, boxes of fries, and countless other candy wrappers. A small smile formed on Ruby's face, dimpling her cheeks. Dia looked so happy whenever she fed her any of these foods. Even if it made life a little more embarrassing, and dancing really, really hard, somehow, a peaceful smile from her normally tightly wound sister always filled Ruby with a relief that far surpassed any other reservations.
These warm and fuzzy thoughts on her mind, Ruby began rubbing her hands across her belly. Being one of the rare occasions where it was completely empty of food, it was far softer and squishier than normal, a fact Ruby took unabated joy in. Looking up from her self-appeasement, she let out a little gasp; Dia stood before her, a playfully amused smile on her face. At her feet were three large brown bags of MgRonald's, and, judging from the yellow sticks poking up out of the top of each of them, they were veritably filled to the brim with French fries.
Upon meeting Ruby's stare, Dia quickly composed herself, straightening her back and lifting her head. "Are you ready, Ruby?" She asked the question with such absurdly forced seriousness that one would think she were asking Ruby if she were prepared to risk her life in an epic battle.
"Mm!" Ruby nodded. "Ruby's really hungry!" As if to prove her point, Ruby took the lollipop out of her mouth. Nothing but a stick remained. She must of bit the rest off. When did that happen...?
Pulling up a desk chair-which upon Ruby long since 'outgrowing' it, became more akin to Dia's official feeding chair-Dia hoisted a bag off the ground. "I should hope so! Otherwise you would never be able to finish dinner," Dia replied coolly in her trademark booming voice. Grabbing a handful of French fries, she continued, "Eating too much candy tends to spoil one's appetite, after all."
Ruby bit her lip as a small smile formed on her face. Upon seeing Dia's forced frown, as though trying to maintain the idea that feeding Ruby were a sacred duty, Ruby's chin began to tremble. "...Pft!" Wiping at her eyes, Ruby pealed out loud, happy belly laughs. All the while, her tummy bobbed up and down, rippling like water in a lake. Similarly, Dia leaned back in her chair, laughing without restraint. They never tired of this little game of theirs.
"O-Onee-san," Ruby breathed. "D-Don't make Ruby laugh so hard... You'll make her belly hurt!"
"Perhaps this will make it better?" Dia asked with a smile, holding up the fries to Ruby's face. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Ruby pulled the fries out of Dia's hand, forcing one handful after another into her mouth. This continued for a while, for the moment Ruby finished chewing, Dia would have another handful of fries prepared. The fluidity of the ridiculous pattern was akin to that of an Aqours' dance routine.
Eventually, once an entire bag full of fries was finished, Ruby leaned back in her bed, rubbing her belly with a smile plastered on her face. Crumbs dotted her cheeks, her chest, belly, and all over her bed, but neither seemed to notice. Compared to the nuclear wasteland of food wrappers that made up Ruby's floor, a 'few' crumbs on her bed seemed trivial.
"Do you like them?" Dia blurted before Ruby so much as had a chance to swallow.
Ruby nodded several times with a, "Mm! Mm!" before clamping her hand over her mouth. "*huuuUUURRP* Uuu..." Upturning her eyebrows, Ruby lowered her hand from her mouth to pat her belly invitingly. "More please!"
A doting smile on her face, Dia stood up to put her hands on Ruby's chubby cheeks, squishing them up and down as she said in baby talk, "Onee-chan is so happy Wooby is enjoying herswelf~! So cute!"
"O-Onee-chaaaan...!" Ruby cried helplessly, her head shifting with Dia's every push and tug.
"All right, all right." Sitting back down in her chair, Dia pulled up another bag of fries and proceeded to feed them to Ruby. The huge fistfuls Ruby took spilled several fries on the floor, but judging from how ridiculously Ruby's cheeks swelled up while chewing, it would have been physically impossible to cram any more into her mouth anyway. Letting out a small contented sound, Ruby leaned forward and opened her mouth wide. Shaking her head, Dia placed a bundle of fries into it, careful not to drop a single one.
Leaning back away from Dia to focus all her efforts into chewing this especially large serving, Ruby's belly let out several gurgles, likely struggling to keep up with the girls' pace. Smiling, Ruby patted her belly several times in response. As she swallowed, Ruby glanced down at her stomach. It occurred to her that every fry seemed to go straight to her belly, making it swell larger and larger. By now, it dangled halfway down her calves. It tore through Ruby's skirt at some point, leaving the two halves of the fabric to hang down the sides of Ruby's fat thighs. Now no longer under pressure from the skirt's waistband, her belly reformed itself from a double roll into a large, smooth sphere. Gingerly, Ruby rubbed her belly. It was so taut and ripe, it almost hurt. "Uuuu..."
Following Ruby's eyes down to her distended belly, Dia spoke up, "Is that enough for now, Ruby?"
Shaking her head vigorously, sending her twintails and double chin into a tizzy, Ruby cried, "Uh-uh! Ruby will do her rubesty to finish it all!" Smiling, Ruby looked up at Dia. "Because it's a meal you bought just for me, Onee-san!"
"Ruby..." Dia said, surprised.
As Dia reached her hands for her cheeks again with another doting smile, Ruby leaned back. "C-Can you feed me the rest first? Ruby's getting hungrier..."
***
With crumbs dotting her cheeks like confetti, the bags of food strewn on the floor, and her belly grown so large a swollen sphere that it reached her ankles, Ruby swallowed down the last bite and licked the crumbs from her lips. "*eeeeeEEEEUUURRP*! O-Ohhh...!" Face flushed a deep shade of crimson, Ruby turned her head away from her sister, clamping both hands over her mouth as her tummy continued to vibrate from the force of letting out a veritable mountain of built up pressure. Squeezing her eyes shut, Ruby leaned her head forward, pushing her taut belly into her flabby thighs. "*huuuuUURRRRP.*" Eyes shooting open, Ruby squeaked a high pitched, "E-Eeep-!" Only to close her eyes again to force out another reverberating belch. "*BWUORP!* Uuuuu..." Her belly having grown slightly softer from the sweet release, Ruby pushed harder into her thighs. "*euuuurp.*" Whimpering as she rocked back and forth, Ruby turned her head further away from Dia as she felt her face grow even hotter.
Upturning her eyebrows, Dia bolted up from the chair. "Ruby, are you feeling all-"
"*BWUUUURP!*
"A-All right?" Dia repeated, blinking several times.
Shoulders shaking a bit as even Ruby's neck and the tips of her ears turned red, she cried between belches, "Ruby's-*uuRRP!* U-Used to this, so-*huuuuurrrrrp*... Ohhhhh..."
After a small frown flashed on her face as she shrunk back a bit, Dia quickly forced a smile.
Face burning hotter, Ruby lowered her head. After her older sister went through the trouble to buy all that food, let along feed it to her... How could Ruby just write her off? And, Ruby thought. If b-burping a little is the price for her sister's loving doting... Then maybe it wasn't so bad.
Slowly removing her hands from her mouth, Ruby whispered quietly, "Maybe you could r-rub Ruby's t-tummy a little *urrrp* bit..."
Shaking her head, Dia stood on her knees in front of Ruby. As she placed her hands gently on Ruby's belly, Dia said softly, "What am I going to do with you, Ruby?"
Smiling shyly, Ruby swallowed down another burp. "You could buy Ruby even more fries next-*urrrRRP*-time." Poking the tips of her index fingers together, Ruby amended, "Because Ruby's getting a little hungry... Just a little bit."
As Dia began rubbing Ruby's belly in large, circular motions, she replied with a smile, "So long as you keep doing your best during practice and making me proud to be your sister, I'll buy you as much food as you want, Ruby~"
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Debu Daikazoku (Clannad: After Story WG)
Author's note: this story contains relatively minor spoilers for both Clannad and Clannad: After Story. Please exercise caution.
Reaching her chubby fingers across the table to grab another piece of bread from the serving basket, Nagisa asked, "Mom? Do you still have it?"
"Still have what, dear?"
"Um, your wedding dress." Piling the bread on the side of the already overflowing bowel of curry in front of her, Nagisa clutched her hand to her chest. "I was hoping to wear it for..." Glancing at her wedding ring on her left hand, Nagisa muttered, "F-For my own wedding." Swallowing hard, Nagisa's eyes darted around the room as she lifted a spoonful of curry to her mouth. "If that's okay, I mean..."
An odd silence momentarily descended upon the normally bustling Furukawa family dinner table. Akio shifted the cigarette in his mouth, eyebrows furrowed, while Sanae didn't so much as bat an eye.
"Ah, Nagisa," Tomoya began, scratching the back of his head. "That's-"
"Yes, of course, Nagisa," Sanae replied with a smile. "I'll have to find it first, though. It should be in the storage shed, along with all the other keepsakes of your father's and mine." Glancing at Akio, Sanae added, "Who knows? Maybe the four of us could go through them together. It might be fun."
After a second of silence, the table shook slightly on Sanae's side. Grunting, Akio crossed his arms and gave a nod. "M-Mmm. It should be in the same box with my disco suit!" Grinning as he leaned forward to look at Nagisa, putting his elbows on the table, Akio raised his voice. "I'll have to show you the smooth dance moves that won your mother over." Jerking his head at Tomoya, Akio added, "Hey, kid, did I mention that you have to be able to dance at least as well as me before you can marry my daughter?"
Half closing his eyes, Tomoya deadpanned, "How many tests of yours are you going to put me through...?"
"Eheheh," Nagisa laughed quietly, giving a small nod. Bits of rice and meat dotted her cherubic cheeks.
Reaching his hand under the table, Tomoya grabbed and squeezed Nagisa's hand. "Good for you, Nagisa."
A-Ah, no, Tomoya-kun, Nagisa thought, wriggling her fingers before pulling her hand away. Don't touch these gross, fat fingers. Glancing down, Nagisa looked at her large form. It's bad enough having to see me like this, right?
Last year, Nagisa put on weight after staying home from school for so long due to her illness. Bedridden and fed by the owners of a bakery every day for months on end... gaining weight was inevitable. Or at least that's what Nagisa told herself, anyway. After reassuring herself that she'd lose the weight soon, Nagisa was recently hit with another sick spell, leaving her bedridden once more. Yet with her appetite increased from her previously gained weight, she wound up eating-and gaining-far more than last time. And now...
Blushing, Nagisa became keenly aware of her fluffy rear seeping far off the sides of her chair. Her layers of back rolls pushing into the chair back. Her beach ball of a belly deeply squishing into the table in front of her. The way her squished belly pushed up the large orbs that were her breasts. How heavy her flabby arms felt at her sides. The way her slight second chin protruded whenever she looked down or to the side. I couldn't possibly fit in Mom's wedding dress with all this...
"Ah, Nagisa." Tomoya blurted, interrupting her thoughts. Standing up slightly, he stretched his arm to touch Nagisa's cheek. "Heh, there's food all over your face."
As Tomoya brushed his fingers across her cheeks, his fingers sunk slightly into them. Blushing a deep shade of crimson, Nagisa shot up to her feet. "E-Eep!" In the process, her belly hung out over the table rather than against it, knocking over the salt and pepper shakers in front of her. Hands trembling slightly as she let out little gasps, Nagisa straightened up the table. "I-I'm not that hungry, after all! Thanks for the wedding dress, Mom." Scampering out of the room and through the door, her heavy footfalls shaking the tableware, Nagisa called without turning, "I'll be in my room!" As the poor girl stood in the doorway, her tummy let her know just what it thought of abandoning dinner. *grrrRRRRROOOWWWllll...*
"U-Uuuu..." Nagisa groaned out loud. Patting her belly with a frown, Nagisa's lips trembled. After a few awkward seconds, Nagisa, head lowered so far her double chin noticeably seeped out, stepped back into the room. Grabbing her bowl off the table, Nagisa paused, then threw several more rolls of bread in her bowl for good measure before stomping off.
"Ah, Nagisa!" Tomoya called, standing up.
As she shoved spoonful after spoonful of curry into her mouth, Nagisa whimpered. What am I doing? It has to be hard enough as it is for Tomoya-kun to see me like this. And now I'm just eating like a pig. Lowering her head as she swallowed, Nagisa retreated into her room. He must think so much less of me...
***
Shaking his shoulder, Nagisa called, "Tomoya-kun, Tomoya-kun!"
"Nnn...?" Turning his head over on his pillow, Tomoya cracked open his eyes. Judging from the dampness of his cheeks, drool had trickled out of the side of his mouth while he was sleeping. "Nagisa?"
"You have work today, don't you?" Nagisa explained with a small smile. Pulling out a handkerchief from her apron pocket, Nagisa dabbed at Tomoya's face. "I made breakfast for you, so hurry and get ready."
"Mmph," he grunted. "Thanks. For always getting me up, I mean."
"No, no, it's no trouble! It makes me happy to be here for you, Tomoya-kun."
Yet as she wiped at Tomoya's face, the image of Tomoya doing the same thing to her last night flashed in her mind. Suddenly, she became painfully aware of how her apron's straps were digging tightly into her flabby shoulders, while the back straps were buried beneath her back rolls. Looking down, she noticed how tight the apron was around her belly. The tightness emphasized its round shape, making her belly seem as though it was protruding even farther than usual. And with her kneeling in front of Tomoya, her tummy squished against her fat thighs, making its ballooned size even more obvious.
Whimpering, Nagisa let go of the handkerchief and stood up quickly, sending a hearty jiggle through her belly and breasts. As she skipped along, Nagisa could feel her fat thighs rub against each other every step she took. "A-Ah, I forgot to prepare the table...!"
Although he didn't say anything, Nagisa could sense Tomoya staring at her. A gnawing feeling ate at her insides as she set a plate and silverware on the table. Pausing in front of the oven, spatula in hand, Nagisa lowered her head. Poor Tomoya-kun works hard every day, only to come home to this. Nagisa poked her belly with her free hand. Her finger sunk all the way up to the knuckle. No one wants a fat, ugly fiancé to greet them. I'm so sorry, Tomoya-kun. Looking over her shoulder, Nagisa forced a bright smile.
***
Breathing heavily, Tomoya walked up the stairs to his apartment building, dabbing his sweaty face with the handkerchief Nagisa left him earlier. Pausing with his hand on the doorknob, Tomoya glanced at the handkerchief in his hand. After looking around, Tomoya held it to his nose and breathed in deeply. Closing his eyes, a small smile formed on his face. It smells like Nagisa... Pocketing it, Tomoya put in his key and opened the door.
"Nagisa?" he called as he kicked off his shoes. Putting his bag aside on the ground, Tomoya breathed, "Phew, it's blazing hot out there. Anyway, what's for dinner today? I'm starving."
Silence. Frowning, Tomoya peeked his head into the kitchen. "Nagisa?" As ridiculous as he knew it was, his heart beat a little faster at the thought of seeing his wife-to-be wearing an apron and cooking for him. He envisioned sneaking up and wrapping his arms around her. Nagisa would turn in surprise, spatula in hand, her eyes widening as she let out a little squeak. "Tomoya-kun! Y-You're home early. Dinner isn't even ready yet!" Wouldn't that be nice~
Yet no one stood in the kitchen. Scrunching up his eyebrows, Tomoya looked around. "Nagisa!" he called. No response. He was alone.
Well, no, that wasn't quite right. Judging from the extra mixing bowls in the sink, Nagisa was here, but left. In her place was a note, a large serving plate covered in tin foil, and plastic container with soba in it on the countertop. Lifting up a corner of the tin foil, Tomoya realized it was a large iced chocolate cake, with not even so much as a single slice cut. "She made an entire cake? But why would..."
Expression tightening, Tomoya picked up the note. It was unmistakably Nagisa's handwriting. "Dear Tomoya-kun, I tried baking a cake for the first time. It's probably not as good as what you could buy at a bakery, but I asked Mom to help, so it should still taste good! The soba might be a little cold by the time you get home, so you might want to heat up..."
Frowning, Tomoya skimmed the rest. "Not a single mention as to why she's not here." Lowering his arm and looking up at the ceiling, Tomoya let out a long sigh. "Nagisa..." Closing his eyes, Tomoya thought, Is she... avoiding me?
As an orange, sinking sun broke through the clouds, Tomoya found himself running to the Furukawa Bakery, the soba and cake in his arms. Looking around as he breathed heavily, sweat sticking his clothes to his back, Tomoya finally spotted Nagisa slowly shuffling towards the bakery's front door. "Nagisa!" he shouted.
With a jolt, Nagisa held her hands to her full breasts, letting out a deep breath. "Tomoya-kun! You scared me..." Blinking, Nagisa asked in confusion, "Eh? Is that the soba I made? And the cake? Why-"
"Nagisa," Tomoya repeated, sucking in air as he stood in front of her. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Huh?"
Almost babbling, Tomoya asked with a frown on his face, "Did I upset you in any way? Are you okay? Do you want to spend more time together, is that it? I promise, the next day I'm off, we'll go anywhere you want, okay?"
Holding up her hands, Nagisa shook her head. "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand..." Straightening, Tomoya held up the note Nagisa left him, his frown tightening. Nagisa lowered her head. "Oh. ...I just thought I was being too selfish with you."
"Why would you think such a thing? You've never been unreasonable with me, Nagisa."
Fiddling with the hem of her shirt, which only just barely managed to cover her belly, Nagisa muttered, "But during dinner, I just waste your time babbling about my day when I'm sure you'd rather get some rest, right? And, well, besides that, I thought..." Swallowing hard, Nagisa clutched her hands to her chest, shrinking back like a small, scared animal would. "There's no way you want... That you'd want to see..."
Taking in a deep breath, all the while planning his words carefully in his head, Tomoya gave a refreshing smile. "Nagisa. So long as you're not busy, I always want to come home to you."
Blinking a few times, Nagisa asked with widened eyes, "Really? But..."
Tomoya bent down, placing the soba and cake containers on the sidewalk. Standing up, he cusped his hand in Nagisa's cheek. To his surprise, it easily filled and squished slightly against his palm. Letting out a small sound, Nagisa began to shrink back, but Tomoya stepped forward. "The fact that I can see you when I get home drives me to work hard every day. After all, I'm working hard for you too, not just myself." Frowning as he caressed Nagisa's cheek, he said gently, "So no matter what happens, don't ever say that I'd prefer to not see you when I get home from working for both of us."
"Both of us," Nagisa mouthed. Slowly, Nagisa smiled. "Okay." Closing her eyes, Nagisa tilted her head and placed her hands on top of Tomoya's. "I'll always be home waiting for you."
Finally, Tomoya thought as his heart sped faster. Not a forced smile. No, this is the smile that outshines any star. Nagisa's smile.
Bending down, Tomoya picked up the cake and soba containers. "Nagisa, want to eat these together?"
"Eh?" Pumping her arms a bit, sending her belly and breasts into a jiggle fit, Nagisa cried, "But I made it for you!" Face flushed and eyes wide, Nagisa hugged her belly and lowered her head.
Tomoya smiled and shrugged. "I can't possibly finish an entire cake by myself. Let's share it with the Old Man and Sanae-san. The four of us can eat together. You didn't eat anything, did you?"
*grrrrRRROOOWWWLL...* Lowering her head further, Nagisa whispered as she hugged her belly tighter, "Shhhh. Not in front of Tomoya-kun!"
"Eh?"
"N-Nothing!" Nagisa chirped. Lifting her head, Nagisa took the cake out of Tomoya's hands. "I think I can fit a slice or two."
Tomoya bit his lip as he swallowed down his laughter. "M-Mm. I think so too." Reaching out, Tomoya grabbed Nagisa's hand, squeezing it again. He could feel her pudgy fingers easily fill the gaps between his own. Nagisa's arm went as stiff as a board, but slowly, she began to relax. The two stood there for a bit, sending Tomoya's heart into a tizzy. She's so warm...
"T-Tomoya-kun?"
"Ah! Yes, Nagisa?"
Blushing slightly as her mouth formed a small frown, Nagisa looked over her shoulder. "...I can't open the door like this." Tomoya glanced at her 'free' hand. She was balancing the cake platter between her hand and under her breasts. To put it politely, practically half the platter was invisible.
"Ah, sorry!" The two looked away from each other, and Tomoya felt his face go bright red. Undoubtedly Nagisa's was several shades redder. After hearing the clatter of the door opening, Tomoya followed his fiancé inside.
It seemed Akio greeted them at the door, but to Tomoya, it sounded a thousand miles away as he stared at Nagisa's back. The way she's lowering her head and glancing around, like she's trying to make sure no one saw us, is too cute. A huge smile on his face, Tomoya fought the urge to give Nagisa a surprise hug; she'd probably drop the cake if he did. You're so wonderful, Nagisa, how could you ever think I wouldn't want to spend every waking moment I can with you?
***
Huffing and puffing, Nagisa wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. She could feel the burning stares of the people around her, and the occasional hushed whisper. Whimpering, she bent over, squishing her belly deeply into her thighs, and tugged on her shorts. I want to go home...
After her and Tomoya enjoyed dinner with the rest of the Furukawas, Tomoya went home to his apartment, and Nagisa, ashamed after eating half the chocolate cake by herself in front of not only her parents, but even Tomoya, quietly left the house. Her destination? A long planned trip to a fitness center.
Having nothing else to wear for the occasion, she chose her high school gym uniform. It fit her just fine... a year ago. Now, her white, short sleeved shirt stuck to her like glue, wrapping around and underneath her ovular breasts so tightly she might as well have not been wearing a shirt at all. The poor girl's sweat left her shirt pressed tightly against her back rolls. It didn't cover so much as an inch of her belly, leaving it to hang out in the open for everyone to gawk at. Yet all this was nothing compared to the situation with her shorts; for they were so tightly encased around her giant spheres of butt cheeks, that countless stress lines surrounded her crack. Judging from the bright discoloration at the tips of her rear, the shorts likely wouldn't survive being worn again. Worse, the top third of her butt cheeks popped up out of the top of her shorts, causing her every movement to send a rippling jiggle through the exposed flesh. Her wide, curvy thighs pushed the shorts so far up her legs that it seemed more like she was wearing huge, red underwear.
Rubbing her hand across her belly, Nagisa thought, Tomoya-kun said he always wants me to be there for him. But... Stepping up on top of a treadmill, Nagisa hesitated to push the start button. He's probably forcing himself to say that, isn't he? After he saw the way I ate... Nagisa blushed, rubbing her arm across her lips to make triply sure there were no crumbs left after her 'little' cake pig out session. "Mmph..." After tugging up the hem of her shorts with a small grunt-which only succeeded in sending her fluffy butt into a mad bouncing fit-Nagisa pushed the ON button.
At first, the speed wasn't so bad. Breathing a little heavily, Nagisa just focused on putting one foot in front of the other, ignoring her thighs rubbing together. Each time she put her foot down, the impact reminded Nagisa of an asteroid slamming into Earth. These thoughts left her face flushed.
But... I think it's working! If I keep this up... The image of Tomoya staring at her, wide eyed and mouth slightly agape, filled her head. "Nagisa... You lost all that weight... for me?" Then he'd smile gently and pat her on the head. "I'm so proud of you. Keep surprising me, all right? I love that about you."
"Uuuu," Nagisa audibly moaned, a small smile on her face as she pressed an UP arrow. The treadmill sped up immediately, forcing Nagisa to go from jogging into a brisk run. Huffing like a woman in labor, the poor girl's breasts began to bounce up and down vivaciously, while her belly slapped against her thighs, creating a loud, echoing sound of sweaty fat flesh hitting sweaty fat flesh. Her thighs were jiggling as well, leaving her legs looking like a rippling ocean. With a groan, Nagisa quickly smacked the OFF button with more force than intended.
Immediately, her legs gave way, dropping her flat on her rear onto the treadmill treads. Sucking in air as though her life depended on it, Nagisa remained in that embarrassing position until her breathing finally leveled. Just when she thought she was done, Nagisa clasped both of her hands over her mouth, eyes widening as she leaned forward to let out a belch. "*huuUUUURRRRP* Mmmmph...!"
As she lowered her head, it seemed as though the whispers and occasional snicker of the others there was magnified tenfold. Blinking several times, Nagisa looked up at the treadmill. The timer read "1:27." That wasn't even... Two minutes... Sniffling a few times, Nagisa thought, I'm never going to lose this weight, am I? Tomoya-kun I'm sorry. Holding her sweaty, grimy hands out before her, palms up, Nagisa bit her lip. I'm sorry you have such a disgusting girl for a fiancé. Burying her head in her hands, Nagisa rocked herself back and forth. But I'll try to do better next time. I really will. Soon you won't have to force yourself to smile at me anymore, okay? Please... Believe me...
***
"Nngh..." Turning over on his side, Tomoya stared at the dark, empty kitchen. The small clock at his bedside surely displayed an ungodly hour, and yet, Tomoya couldn't get the note Nagisa wrote off his mind. In spite of things seeming resolved, Tomoya knew better. Experience taught him that Nagisa always tried to shoulder her problems alone, even when their weight becomes enough to crush her.
Letting out a deep exhale through his nose, Tomoya turned over again, this time grabbing his phone off the floor. His fingers moved on his own, dialing one of the only phone numbers he bothered memorizing. After three rings, someone answered. Not waiting for a response, Tomoya blurted, "We need to talk."
After entering the Furukawas Bakery's lobby, Akio stood before Tomoya in comically childish PJs, complete with a tiny nightcap. Stifling a yawn, Akio scratched the back of his head. "It's three in the morning, kid. This had better be good."
Tomoya bowed his head slightly. "I'm really sorry for calling you so late. But... I wanted your advice." Not budging his lowered head, Tomoya glanced up at Akio. "I'd normally try to resolve this just between Nagisa and I, but with her avoiding me, I-"
Letting out a long sigh and waving his hand, Akio put a cigarette in his mouth. "Save it. I know my daughter well enough without you telling me that she can be a handful sometimes." Leaning on the bakery display behind him, Akio repeatedly shifted the cigarette around. "Especially when she tries to go all adult on us and solve her problems by herself." Shaking his head slowly, Akio mused, "But she's still just a kid. Even if she wants to solve her problems like an adult, she doesn't have any clue HOW to."
Tomoya raised his head to speak. "That's exactly what I was thinking." Suddenly, Akio punched Tomoya's shoulder. "Gah! What was-?!"
Laughing uproariously, Akio held his cigarette between two of his fingers. "Ha! Look at you, trying to be all big. You're in the same boat, kid; neither of you are adults yet. So don't get too cocky."
Rubbing his shoulder, Tomoya glanced up at Akio, face flushed. "But I wasn't..."
Turning his back to Tomoya, Akio looked up at the ceiling. "Still, even if you came to me for advice, Nagisa's problem is one that can't really be solved." Glancing over his shoulder, Akio affirmed, "You know that, don't you?"
Tomoya's face tightened. With Nagisa's illness, coupled with her already frail body, there's no way she could feasibly exercise enough to make a difference. As for dieting, that was unlikely to change enough at her weight. At least, not enough for her to get any semblance of self-confidence back.
"Nagisa's only just starting to realize that situation. I hate to say it, but the only one who can comfort her about it is you, kid." Turning to Tomoya to stare him in the eye, Akio took out his cigarette. "Even if she doesn't know it, Nagisa's waiting for you to change something. So confront her. If she tries to pull away, or run back home, corner her. Force her to talk to you. No matter how upset it makes her." Eyes softening, Akio added, "For whatever reason, you're a miracle worker in her eyes. She needs that now."
Holding out his left hand in front of him, Tomoya stared at his wedding ring. The memory of Nagisa shaking her hand free from his stung. "I'm no miracle worker. I haven't even been able to get my own fiancé to confide in me." Clenching his fist, Tomoya met Akio's gaze. "But I'll do my best." Bowing deeply, Tomoya said formally, "Thank you for your time."
Tomoya could feel the weight of Akio's gaze. "This kid doesn't even realize that HE'S the one being comforted here..."
Raising his head slightly, Tomoya asked, "Eh? Did you say-Gah!"
Grabbing Tomoya's shoulder and pushing him on his back, Akio forced Tomoya to stand up. "Yeah, yeah, thanks for taking care of my daughter, I wish you two the best, blah, blah, blah, get out of my house."
Began to walk away, but Tomoya found himself hesitating at the door. "Wait..." Looking over his shoulder, Tomoya asked with a smile, "Old man?"
"What now?"
"Do you know a place nearby that sells paint?"
"Eh? We should have some left over from when Nagisa was in the drama club. I guess you can have some if you want, so long as you don't tell Nagisa where you got it from."
Tipping his head down, Tomoya smiled. "Thank you. I promise I'll make good use of it." After a pause, Tomoya cried, "Ah! And-"
Crossing his arms, Akio frowned. "Tsk, there's more?"
"You know where Sanae-san's wedding dress is, right? May I borrow it?"
A few seconds of silence passed. Akio slightly parted his lips. The cigarette fell out of his mouth and clattered onto the floor. "Why... do you want it?" Gritting his teeth, Akio demanded, "Don't tell me you want to WEAR it?!" Pointing at Tomoya, he cried, "Keep your grubby homo paws away from my daughter!!"
Red in the face, Tomoya shouted, "As if!"
***
Setting one bowl down on the table, Nagisa smiled. "Tomoya-kun! Dinner's done! I made miso soup!"
On the other side of his apartment, Tomoya tossed his work bag in the corner of the entranceway, kicking off his shoes. "Ah, thanks, Nagisa." After glancing at the table, he paused. "Nagisa, why is there only one bowl?"
Folding her hands across her belly, Nagisa stuttered with a smile, "Um, I was thinking of going on a diet, so..."
Tomoya visibly flinched, and Nagisa frowned. Huh? I thought he would be happy...
Looking down, Tomoya let out a long breath. After relaxing his shoulders, Tomoya walked around the table and up to Nagisa. "Nagisa," he began in a tone so calm and serene Nagisa felt like she was talking with her mother. "You can't just not eat, considering your condition. You just finished recovering. What if this triggered its return?"
"But... It's the only way." The image of her collapsed on the floor, panting and sweating after exercising for only two minutes, flashed in Nagisa's mind. Corners of her lips trembling, Nagisa backed up. To her surprise, Tomoya took two steps forward. "Wha, wha-?" Nagisa stuttered, frowning up at him.
Smile unflinching, Tomoya asked, "What do you mean, Nagisa? Talk to me."
"I..." Looking away, Nagisa murmured, "It's okay to say it, Tomoya-kun. You don't have to keep smiling for me. I know, okay?" Closing her eyes, Nagisa cried, "I know no one wants a fat, ugly bride standing next to them for their wedding! That's why..." Gripping handfuls of her belly and shaking it, Nagisa exclaimed as she looked up at Tomoya, "That's why I have to lose all this gross f-fat before then, no matter what! Otherwise..." Before Tomoya could say anything, Nagisa turned away and walked off towards the front door, repeatedly trying to swallow down the lump forming in her throat. "I... I don't deserve..."
"Nagisa!" Tomoya shouted, his tone far from calm anymore.
Jolting her head up, Nagisa turned to Tomoya, wide eyed, mouth slightly open. Has he ever been this upset with me before? But... why? Frowning tightly, Nagisa looked up at his face. It's how he feels, right? It's what Mom, Dad, and Tomoya-kun have been thinking all this time, isn't it?
After staring at Nagisa for a few seconds, his expression tight, Tomoya glanced away. "Sorry... for the outburst." Quietly, Nagisa just nodded. "Nagisa, um, I know this may sound weird, but..." Tomoya began, walking towards her. "Could you close your eyes for a minute?"
"Ehhh...?" Nagisa intoned, upturning her eyebrows. Just a second ago he was yelling, and now... Tilting her head slightly, Nagisa stared up at Tomoya. He kept straightening his back, tightening his shoulders, then looking away and slumping them before repeating the cycle again. Frowning, Nagisa found herself straightening as well, before slowly closing her eyes. She felt as though she were preparing for impact with something.
Rather than an impact, she felt Tomoya's hands gently placed on her shoulders. At first she tensed up, knowing he could feel how... soft she had become, but she did her best to relax. Slowly, Tomoya pushed her forward, and they began walking away from the door. Feeling her hip squish into Tomoya's dinner table, Nagisa squeaked, "S-Shouldn't you finish dinner first? It's going to get cold..."
"It's fine, don't worry about it," Tomoya said as gently as he could, but from the rushed way he was talking, Nagisa could tell he felt flustered.
Frowning, Nagisa heard Tomoya open a door before he ushered her inside. Since she took her shoes off at the door, she could feel the change to cold tiles through her socks. Were they in the bathroom? What could he possibly...? "U-Um, Tomo-!" Suddenly, Nagisa felt Tomoya's arms brush up against her love handles, before wrapping around her tummy to unbutton what few of buttons she managed to do. Once all the buttons were undone, Nagisa felt her belly surge forward, bouncing slightly. Breathing in through her nose, Nagisa tensed up. "Eep...!"
"Don't worry about it, trust me," Tomoya whispered hurriedly.
"Uuuuu," Nagisa groaned in protest. That's not fair, Tomoya-kun. I can't say anything to that...
After many unidentifiable noises, some strange, tickling sensation sliding all over her belly, and countless reassurances from Tomoya, he finally said, "Nagisa? I'm done. You can look now."
Cracking her eyes open, Nagisa relaxed her shoulders and looked around, clutching her hands to her chest. They were indeed in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror above the sink. Nagisa recoiled upon seeing her face in the reflection; the way her double chin jutted out left her stomach in knots. Wait... Her stomach...?
"W-What...?" Nagisa removed her arms from her chest, allowing her to get a good look at her belly in the mirror.
Paint. Nagisa's stomach was covered in green paint. The ovular shape of her belly gave the green painting the appearance of being round. Two tiny, black dots adorned the middle, both just above her belly button. Seeing the familiar painting subject on her person, Nagisa's heart did a happy little dance. Flapping her mouth open and closed, Nagisa let out indistinguishable squeaks and mumbles before saying, "Dango...!"
Slowly, Nagisa went to poke just beneath one of the eyes, but Tomoya spoke up. "Ah, the paint's not dry yet. You'll get paint on your fingers." Nagisa silently lowered her hand and continued to stare at her tummy. Somehow, seeing it all round and painted like this, it didn't look so revolting anymore.
Suddenly, Tomoya wrapped his arms around Nagisa's shoulders. Face flushed, Nagisa turned her head. "Tomoya-kun?"
"You're not ugly or fat, Nagisa. Never say such a thing. Uhm, you..." Poor Tomoya's face was completely red as he went totally silent. Looking neither in the mirror nor in his fiancé's eyes, he forced out, "You just have a big dango for a belly."
Blushing furiously, Nagisa glanced down at her belly. It was a big, round oval, and now, painted like this, it really was almost indistinguishable from the big dango plushies Tomoya bought her. A small smile formed on Nagisa's face.
Resting his chin on Nagisa's shoulder, the two of them stared in the mirror together. Somehow, Nagisa didn't feel nauseated when looking in the mirror this time. "Nagisa," Tomoya began.
Heart picking up its pace, Nagisa asked with calmness that surprised even herself, "Yes, Tomoya-kun?"
"I love you. You know that."
"Mm. I love you too." We're... talking... Seriously talking for the first time in weeks...
"I love you because you're always there for me. No matter what happened to me or what I did, you always gave me your full support. ...Even more support than my own family ever had."
Another lump forming in her throat, Nagisa blinked a few times and gave several small nods.
Caressing her cheek with his thumb, Tomoya whispered, "So I'll never be ashamed to stand next to the woman I love. Never. Because even if you weighed a thousand pounds, you'll never stop being you, Nagisa. The you the Old Man, Sanae-san, and I love."
"O-O-One-thousand...?!" Turning her head to Tomoya as she let out a whimper, she felt even her ears and neck go red. Tomoya just grinned at her and pinched her chubby cheek. "H-Hee, stop that...!"
"We're gonna be together forever, Nagisa. I can't wait for our wedding."
Chin quivering, Nagisa blinked, only for tears to slide down her cheeks. Sucking in gasps for breath, Nagisa's shoulders trembled. "M-Mm...! M-Me..." Tears streaming down her face, Nagisa turned around and gave Tomoya a bear hug. She felt her soft belly, still wet with paint, squish tightly into Tomoya's waist. But she didn't care. "Me too...! I love you, Tomoya-kun!"
***
"I- I said you don't have to actually carry me over the threshold...!"
"Ha, ha," Tomoya wheezed as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. "After all the work I've done with Yoshino-san, this... this is... Nothing...!"
Face growing redder by the second, Nagisa just put her hands over her mouth. "I'm sorry..."
Tomoya, dressed in a smart white suit with his hair oddly well combed, let out little grunts as he struggled to carry a wedding dress-clad Nagisa up the stairs to his apartment. Every step he took sent a reverberating jiggle through Nagisa's fluffy rear, belly, and breasts, a fact made more embarrassing since Tomoya undoubtedly felt all of them squishing against his arms and torso.
It's wonderful Mom's wedding dress actually fits me, she thought with a smile as she stared at her clothes. Tomoya had explained that her mom was actually quite heavier back when she got married, but for some reason he refused to look her in the eye when he said it. Akio kept starting to say something, but he kept cutting himself off with weird grunts. Sanae had just smiled and agreed.
But, even if it fits... Glancing down again, Nagisa couldn't help but frown upon seeing how low cut the collar was. With Tomoya carrying her, they kept bouncing in a tizzy along with the rest of her body. Blushing slightly, Nagisa turned her gaze to Tomoya's face. Seeing sweat pour down his forehead as he clenched his teeth, all the while feeling his strong, toned arms wrap around her sent Nagisa heart racing. He was giving it his all to carry his wife...Which would have been far more romantic in any other situation.
As they reached the door, Tomoya huffed, "Open, please," between breaths.
"A-Ah," Nagisa cried, snapping out of her love struck stupor. Fumbling, Nagisa pulled down the collar on her dress, revealing her deep cleavage. After digging around her bra for a second, Nagisa muttered, "Sorry, sorry..." Keys in hand, Nagisa let out a horrified squeak as she turned her head to look at Tomoya. Blushing furiously, he was staring at the ground. "D-Did you s-s..."
"...Just open the door, please," he mumbled.
Face flushed, Nagisa unlocked and opened the door. In a last spurt of energy, Tomoya ran into his apartment and all but dropped Nagisa onto the futons they had rolled out prior to the wedding ceremony. "Uwa-!" Nagisa cried, her body still jiggling from the recoil. Oblivious to this, Tomoya hit the ground on all fours, breathing like he finished running a marathon. Blushing furiously, Nagisa hesitated, then patted and rubbed Tomoya's back. "Are you okay? Tomoya-kun? I-I told you that you didn't have to carry me..."
"Haaa, haaa, it's all right, I... wanted to..." Smiling sheepishly up at her, Tomoya added as he gave Nagisa's belly a hearty pat, "Turns out you're a bit of a bigger dango than I thought..."
"Uuuuu..." Nagisa whimpered. "I'm sorry."
"Why... Do you keep apologizing?" Wiping the back of his arm across his forehead, Tomoya sat down in front of Nagisa. "It was my pleasure to carry..." Eyes darting around the room, Tomoya hesitated, "My... My wife."
Slowly, Nagisa smiled sweetly. "Mm. You didn't have to, but the fact you carried me anyway makes me... really happy." Lowering her head, Nagisa offered, "H-Hubby."
Tomoya rubbed the back of his head, laughing a bit. "Ah, ha, don't call me that. It's too weird."
"Oh! I'm sorry..."
"But, Nagisa."
"Yes?"
Tomoya brushed his fingers across her pudgy cheek. "You don't have to thank me. I'll always do my best to make you happy."
Leaning forward, Tomoya slightly parted his lips. Nagisa crawled backwards, stuttering incomprehensibly. Yet once Tomoya took both her hands in his, she felt all will to resist drain from her body. A big smile formed on her face, and before she knew it, she was kissing Tomoya deeply. As they intertwined their fingers, one set of hands thin but course and the other pudgy but very soft, Nagisa couldn't help but think herself the happiest girl in the world.
Even with this big dango for a tummy.
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Carb La Carb (KLK WG)
"Tummy-chan, do you want another one?"
*grrrroooOOOOWWWllll...*
"Yeah, I thought so, mmph~!"
Elbow on the table and hand on her cheek, Ryuko sighed as she resigned herself to staring at Mako. The girl sucked up the Mystery Croquettes splayed across the dinner table with more voracity than a vacuum cleaner, oblivious to the countless crumbs and unidentifiable chunks of meat flying in every direction.
With eating habits like this, within weeks, Mako found her belly growing at an incredible pace. At this point, her shirt didn't cover so much as an inch of her tummy, opting to rest on top of it instead. The giant pale orb sagged down to just above her knees when she stood, jiggling and bouncing after her every step. Yet now that she was sitting down and eating breakfast, Mako managed to look even more ridiculous. Her belly squished so deeply into the table it seemed to be taking a hearty bite out of it, and just to reach more food, she had to lean forward far enough to bury her face in her stomach. Judging from the weird squeals and contented sighs that she'd make, Mako didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
Not bothering to chew, Mako turned her head and slapped Ryuko's own tummy. "Ryuko-chan, eat up, eat up! You need fuel to exhibit your body and talk to your clothes and pick on club presidents!"
"I know that already, jeez," Ryuko grumbled, taking her hand off her cheek to pile more croquettes on her plate. If she didn't hurry, all the edible ones would be swiped by Mako. "Not that I do any of those things..."
Perhaps enjoying the new concept of "family dinners" a little too much, Ryuko found herself wolfing down Mystery Croquettes at every opportunity, tentacles and all. Evidently, they taste far better than one would expect considering they were served in the home of a back alley clinic owner.
All those croquettes had to go somewhere, and that place was straight to Ryuko's belly. As heavy and large as a cannonball, Ryuko's gut dropped down past her knees, swinging to and fro like a wannabe pendulum whenever she walked. Senketsu's suspender straps were pushed to the absolute limit, letting out ominous groans with every big movement Ryuko made. Most embarrassing of all, to keep Ryuko and Mako's bellies from engulfing half the already undersized table, every day, Ryuko would attempt to squish her belly down between her legs and underneath the table. The result: her legs splayed impossibly far apart, her belly squishing deeply into her thighs, and with every croquette she ate, her belly would swell ever so slightly, pushing into her legs and forcing the table to tilt slightly.
The memory made Ryuko's face burn. "Oi, Mako?" Poking her finger into her bulging belly, Ryuko continued, "I'm heading to the gym after classes are over. You joining?"
"Ehhhhh?" Mako intoned as she turned to Ryuko. "Why whould yhou do phat?" With Mako's cheeks swollen more than a chipmunk's, crumbs covering her chin, and a half a croquette dangling out of her gaping mouth, Ryuko couldn't help but find the question ironic.
Narrowing her eyebrows, Ryuko jammed her finger into her belly repeatedly, sending it into a jiggle fit. "I'm just sick of this getting in the way of everything I do!"
"How do... you think... I feel...?" Senketsu grumbled, his voice muffled and weak.
Burying her face into her food to hide her red tinted cheeks, Ryuko barked, "Oh quit complaining. What kind of super powered uniform are you if you can't even fit?"
"*wheeze* I'm just worried that the world doesn't have enough Life Fibers to tailor me to your current... size."
"Tsk, that's it!" Standing up with a grunt, Ryuko's belly flopped up and down, nearly flipping over the dinner table in the process. "We're cutting classes and going straight there!" Grabbing Mako's collar and pulling her (not budging her heavy friend a inch, mind you), Ryuko cried, "Come on, Mako!"
"Uwah! Cutting class? Are we delinquents now? That's so cool! Ooh, can we have gang names?! Like the Overstuffed Onis!"
Before Ryuko could manage a response, a piercing sound filled the room. *GRRRRROOoooowwlll...* Lowering her head as she grit her teeth, Ryuko muttered, "Well... I guess if we're cutting anyway... We'd still have time to finish breakfast."
***
Clad in extremely ill fitting gym clothes, Mako stood on the sideline of the Honnouji Academy's outside track field, waving a crude flag bearing the words: "Mankanshoku Marathoners."
"Fight-o, fight-o!" she cried repeatedly. Every sway of the flag caused her belly to sway right along with it, a far more noticeable sight than the flag.
"Ha... Ha... I'm t-trying to, dammit..." Ryuko growled between deep breaths. Upon completing one lap, sweat poured down her forehead and her shirt stuck to her back. Before moving in with the Mankanshokus, running a lap would have been nothing to Ryuko. But now, her belly fought her every step of the way. With her legs just helplessly slamming into her belly, rather than running, it felt more like she was leaning back and forth in place like a Bozo punching bag.
Sucking in another breath, Ryuko slammed her foot down in front of her. A rippling wave suspended her gut, before it landed squarely on Ryuko's thigh. The sudden counterweight caused Ryuko's foot to skid underneath her. Ryuko slammed into the ground, her belly squishing deeply against the dirt. Fat seeped out around her sides, leaving her belly looking like a thick, jingly pancake underneath her. "Oof!"
"Don't give up, Ryuko-chan!" Mako cried. Waving her flag with renewed vigor, Mako's orb of a belly vivaciously bounced in every direction. "The pudge of lard-er, the power of love- will carb you the rest of the way! ...Carry! Carry you the rest of the way!"
"Goddammit..." Face burning, Ryuko kicked her legs. Her knees dug deeper into her belly fat, and her feet skid against the dirt. "My body won't move...!"
"That's one way of looking at it," Senketsu muttered under his... breath?
Suddenly, the sun overhead eclipsed. "What the-?" A grating, ear piercing screech hammered Ryuko's ears. "Nngh!"
Taking a whistle out of his mouth, the huge, muscular man standing over Ryuko scoffed. As Ryuko sized him up, ears still ringing, she noticed three pack abs gave way to a waist thinner than his buzz cut head. "Keh, this is the 'great' Matoi Ryuko who defeated countless other club presidents?" Pointing his finger, he shouted, "Match! You, me, now!! Give me thirty laps around the track as you run for your life, maggot!"
No sooner than the words left his lips did red, bold words appear in front of him. "RHUNSAH LOTTE; ATHLETICS CLUB PRESIDENT. ONE STAR."
"Ryuko! Look!" Senketsu called, his tone more lively than Ryuko'd heard in days.
"The hell?!" The benches and stadium seats surrounding the field were completely filled with students, jeering and waving various athletics club banners.
"Yeah! Show her what happens to people who use our field without permission!"
"Crush her!"
"Hey," Mako whined, shaking her fist at the crowd. "Banners were MY idea!!"
Pushing her palms against the ground, Ryuko groaned as she forced herself to stand, her legs spread out in a V. Stumbling slightly as her belly wobbled between her legs, Ryuko spat on the ground. "Tsk, you know what? This suits me just fine. Jogging isn't my style anyway." Twisting the pin in her glove, Ryuko shouted, "I'd much rather pulverize loud-mouthed idiots to get my exercise!"
As Senketsu transformed, what little of his fabric that managed to cover Ryuko's belly vanished. Just when her belly surged forward, her overall straps tightened mid-bounce. Squishing tightly into her stomach, her fat hugged the straps so tightly that they seemed to vanish. Pulling out her Scissor Blade from her skirt pocket and growing it into full length, Ryuko cried, "Soon you'll just be another downed club president in my tally!"
"Bold words, coming from swine in human clothing such as yourself." Snapping her head up, Ryuko spotted the unmistakable figure of Lady Satsuki herself, standing atop the tallest tower of Honnouji Academy. "In fact, Matoi, you're the biggest pig I've ever seen..." As the surrounding crowd laughed and jeered, Ryuko's face burned red. As she glanced down at her bare breasts and overflowing belly, Lady Satsuki mocked, "Considering that you cannot even FIT in human clothing, let alone your own Kamui!"
"D-Damn you, Satsuki...!"
"Ignore her, Ryuko! He's coming!"
Grinning, Rhunsah reached behind his back, pulling out a bazooka larger than his own body. His muscular arms lifted it effortlessly as he pointed it at Ryuko. "You're not worthy of your uniform!" Firing out 100 pound dumbbells one after another like a machine gun, he cried, "So allow me to offer it up to Lady Satsuki!"
Narrowing her eyes, Ryuko held up her Scissors Blade, resting the back of the blade against her belly. The dumbbells got cut in half one by one as they rocketed straight into the blade, their two halves ricocheting into the ground behind her. Yet each impact into the blade jerked it back into Ryuko, digging into her belly and sending a ripple through it. The surrounding crowd let out gags as Ryuko's face burned crimson.
Slashing her blade, Ryuko tried to step forward. Yet just like her earlier fumble, Ryuko's foot skid against the ground underfoot, leaving her to slam into the dirt. Standing over Ryuko, Rhunsah grinned. "I told you I'd send you packing around the field, maggot, but you can't even run in your current state! What a joke."
"Ryuko!" Senketsu called. "Since you started this battle weakened, you can only stay transformed for two more minutes before you pass out due to blood loss. What should-"
Gritting her teeth as she stared at the belly fat seeping out from under her, Ryuko barked, "Might as well just transform back, right?" Squeezing the fat between her fingers, Ryuko muttered, "Ever since I became like this, I can barely even move, let alone fi-UGH!"
A force far stronger than any dumbbell smashed Ryuko in her cheek, sending the transfer student rolling to the side.
"Ryuko-chan is not a joke!"
Spitting out dirt as she lifted her head, Ryuko saw Mako standing over her, tying a bandanna around her forehead. "Oh boy..."
Pointing her finger emphatically, sending a bounce through her gut, Mako cried, "Don't judge a girl by her weight!" Slapping her own belly with every other word, Mako continued, "Somewhere deep, deep, deep, down inside of her, Ryuko-chan is still the same..." Tugging on the collar of her shirt, Mako continued, "Clothes-chatting..." Now wearing boxing gloves, Mako punched at the air repeatedly. "...Bad guy battering transfer student she's always been!" Wasting no time, Mako grabbed at Ryuko's overall straps and pulled them out as far as possible, only to let them go. They smacked into Ryuko's breasts with a loud snap. "And look! Her amazing breasts have gotten even bigger because of it! And the more boobage Ryuko-chan flaunts, the more powerful she becomes!" Putting her hands on her hips and nodding knowingly, Mako declared, "That's just how much she loves showing off her body!"
Eye twitching, Ryuko stuttered, "M-Mako...?" Slowly frowning, Ryuko pointed her sword.
Blood dripping down his nose, Rhunsah pointed his bazooka again. "S-So what?! If I defeat her, I'll-" Rhunsah cut himself off to let out a lady-like shriek, for his bazooka was cut clean in half.
"Blah, blah, blah, just shut up already, will you?" Flashing her trademark smirk, Ryuko added, "Everyone knows you're just a one-shot villain anyway." Somehow, with one of Ryuko's hands being pulled up by a loudly grunting, backpedaling Mako, her line seemed far less imposing.
Once Mako managed to pull Ryuko up, poor Mako collapsed flat on her back, her belly heaving up and down as sweat poured down her face. Lifting her Scissor Blade, Ryuko thought to herself, "Mako's right. It doesn't matter how... different I look. I'm still more than capable of something like this!"
"You're blushing," Senketsu remarked.
"S-Shut up and get ready to cut his uniform's life fibers!"
A little snarky, Senketsu replied as Ryuko ran up to Rhunsah, "Ha, I've been ready this entire time."
"No! I refuse to be-"
Ignoring the sensation of her belly bouncing rhythmically from her sudden movements, Ryuko slashed her Scissor Blade and shouted, "Sen-I-Soshitsu!!"
The One-Star Uniform burst to pieces, leaving Rhunsah to collapse onto the dirt. Resting her Scissors Blade on her shoulder, Ryuko looked up at Satsuki. It may have been a trick of the light, but Ryuko could have sworn a smirk adorned Satsuki's face as she sauntered off. With the head of the Student Council departed, the crowd dispersed, loudly complaining.
Smiling, Ryuko transformed back to her normal uniform. Looking down at her belly, she slowly poked it again. "I guess there are times when you don't get in my way after all."
"Ahahaha, Ryuko-chan thinks her belly can talk!" Mako jeered, still lying flat on her back, kicking her legs. Squishing her belly fat in such a way that it looked like lips, Mako asked, "Isn't she super weird, Tummy-tan?" Squishing the 'lips,' Mako's belly 'replied' in a nasally tone, "Talking to clothes AND bellies! She's the weirdest person my belly button ever laid eyes on!"
Face burning, Ryuko stepped forward. "You're one to t-!"
*grrrrrrRRROOOOOWWWLLL...*
Lowering her head as her face flushed even further, Ryuko grabbed the back of Mako's collar and started dragging.
"Wheeee~!"
"You know," Senketsu butted in. "If you're leaving to eat a feast of croquettes right after 'exercising,' that destroys the entire-"
Snapping her suspender straps into her belly (prompting a muffled cry from Senketsu), Ryuko called, "L-Let's just go home!" As she dragged Mako out of the now deserted gym, she added, "All that exercise worked up a bit of an appetite."
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Hyperdistended (Hyperdimension WG)
"Awww, man, did you see me, *mmph* Vert? Didja? They were all like, 'Bark!' and *gulp* stuff, and I was all like, 'Cross Combo!' and *oomph* then-"
"Neptune, they were only Dogoos."
Two of the goddesses of Gameindustri sat in a restaurant in Leanbox. They sat in a small booth right across from each other, inconspicuously in the back of the facility. While many a citizen stared at their goddess Greenheart (or as Neptune knew her, Vert), her attention stayed directed on Neptune.
"Aw, I know," Neptune whined like a little kid. Shoving more pudding down her throat, (Vert didn't bother to question why would she eat that of all things at a restaurant), Neptune cried, "But there's no reason to steal my thunder by pointing it out! I'm the *om* main character, so this is the scene where you're supposed to *nom* praise me!"
Holding back a sigh, Vert placed her elbows on the table, rested her head in her hands, and muttered, "To think Nepgear would rather have a lackadaisical big sister like you over me. If only-"
Just then, Vert slammed her hands down on the table, sending a ripple through her breasts. "That's it...!"
Pudding splattered all over her face, Neptune licked her lips as she glanced up at Vert. "Whoa, Vert. Whatcha bouncing about?"
"Neptune." Devilish smile contrasting with her sickeningly sweet voice, Vert cooed, "How about you and me do a few more quests together in Leanbox? It'll increase your Shares and keep Histoire off your back for a while."
"Hrrrrmm... I dunno. Nepgear is waiti-"
At the mention of Nepgear, Vert added quickly, "How about if I buy you as much pudding as you want?"
"OOO, well, in that case~" Neptune kicked her legs in her seat as she capped off the rest of her pudding. "Pudding, pudding~"
Poor, poor Neptune. She has no idea of the gears turning in Vert's head; but should Vert fatten Neptune up enough, then Nepgear will be ashamed of having such a fatty, hedonistic sister, and come diving into Vert's loving bosom instead.
"There, there," Vert would say, patting Nepgear on the head. "Everything's going to be just fine. I'm here for you now."
"*sniff* T-Thank you..." Cheeks tinted red, Nepgear would bury her head further into Vert's cleavage, whispering, "B-Big Sis..."
Putting a hand to her mouth, Vert let out a small chuckle. "Ufufu..." Calling out, Vert turned her head. "Waiter? Bring out as much pudding as this girl wants. It's all on me."
***
"Ha, meat that! Bam, shoom! Other gaining sound effects! ...Er, gaming."
"Neptune? How does more pudding sound?"
Taking off her headphones to rest them around her neck, Neptune spun in her spinny desk chair to face Vert. "Ooooo, I was thinking about food, how did you know?"
"Just a hunch."
A month later, the two goddesses relaxed in Vert's room in her Basillicom. Holding a tray topped with pyramid of pudding cups, Vert carefully made her way through the sea of discarded spoons and finished puddings that littered the floor. Each piece of trash felt like a landmine to Vert; should she slip on one, she'd drop and waste all the food prepared for little old Neptune.
Well. That is...
No one could call Neptune little anymore.
While her chest remained as flat as ever, Neptune's ample belly more than made up for it. Protruding enough to completely fill her lap, the spherical mass of fluff squished around her thighs and brushed up against the arms of her chair. Naturally not large enough to encompass this new tummy, Neptune left her trademark hoodie completely unzipped. She wore a white t-shirt underneath it, which squished and warped around her belly. Neptune had managed to squeeze down as far as just above her belly button. Behind her, Neptune's completely unrestrained badonkadonk flooded out, easily filling up her entire chair and almost overflowing out under the arms. Her rear was so large, poor Neptune couldn't scoot back all the way into the chair, lest her butt push her back forward like a spring. Naturally, to support a rear this large, Neptune's thighs were quite fat as well, almost twice as wide as they were before. Too fat to be contained, the blubbery cylinders had ripped up the sides of her striped leggings. Lastly, Neptune's cheeks plumped up a bit, and some fat around her neck suggested a double chin was on the way.
A smile played at Vert's lips. This was working out even better than she hoped.
Kicking her legs, Neptune chirped, "I mean, are you sure it's okay though? I haven't really gotten up off my big butt to help you with the quests lately and stuff-" Lifting up her leg with a grunt, Neptune frowned at the rips down the sides. Puffing out her cheeks, she whined, "Aw, boo. Again? My moe-ness is falling apart at the seams!"
If only Neptune knew. "Oh, that? Don't worry. I'll just ask Ran-Ran to make you more." Vert reassured her with a smile as she rested the tray of puddings on the gaming desk.
"Ah, coolness! It's all good then~" Grunting a bit, Neptune leaned forward, reaching towards the puddings on the desk. Yet her belly squished deeper around her fat thighs, preventing her from leaning forward further. And with her rear being so heavy, she was effectively anchored to the spot on both ends. "Nnnngh. C'mooooon..."
Opening a cup of pudding and digging a spoon into it, Vert chirped, "Here, let me help you with that~"
Neptune opened her mouth, sparkles in her eyes, but before she could say a word, Vert shoved the spoon in. In response, Neptune let out a half moan, half grunt. "Mmmmmmph!"
After putting the controller back in Neptune's hands and turning the chair to the computer monitor, Vert continued to spoon-feed Neptune. "Just focus on playing your game. I know how irritating it can be to get interrupted better than anyone, after all."
"Well, if you're volunteering anyway," Neptune declared as she nodded her head a few times, grinning from ear to ear. "Who am I to shout objection~?"
Ahhhh, this plan was going so smoothly, Vert couldn't believe she never thought of it before. Stifling a laugh, Vert closed her eyes and smiled as she continued feeding Neptune. "Yes, indeed. Big sis Vert will take care of everything else~"
"Nep wha? 'Big sis'?"
"Ufufufu, don't think too much about it..."
***
"Are you sure Sis is okay? Is she getting enough sleep? Eating right? And are you positive she's not too home sick?"
"Yes, plenty, certainly more than enough, and no, respectively. You worry your pretty little head too much, my sweet Nepgear. I'd never want to disappoint you, so you better believe I'm going my best to keep your sister happy!"
"T-That's great... Um, could you put Sis on? She never picks up when I call her. It's like her phone was turned of-"
"And as soon as I get back, you better believe you'll be sitting on my lap, holding hands with me as I comfort yo-"
Letting out a sigh, Nepgear hung up her phone, a big frown on her face. "Uuuu..."
Sitting on the couch in Compa's apartment (whereupon she took up residence for the past sister-less month), Nepgear lowered her head. Her phone dangled in hand, and a spoon and cup of pudding in the other.
A sad smile on her face, Uni walked up to Nepgear, holding numerous pudding cups in her arms. Each cup was labeled "Nepgear~" in marker written in cutesy cursive. "Vert still won't let you talk to Neptune?"
"Yeah... At this rate I don't know if something's wrong with Sis. I'm worried."
"It'll be fine, Nepgear! Our big sisters can take care themselves. That goes for Neptune too. ...I think."
"I sure hope so..."
Glancing at the piles of pudding cups on the floor, piled up like traffic cones throughout the apartment, Uni questioned, "...Um, but are you sure you're still hungry after all that?"
Gulping down the rest of her cup of pudding, Nepgear stared at Uni, wide eyed. "After all what?"
Even a glance at Nepgear would make the answer obvious. Like her sister, a big, fluffy tummy spilled out across her lap. And yet Nepgear's took on a cute ovular shape, and slightly surpassed her knees when sitting, making it even bigger than Neptune's belly. Stuffed and squished tightly into her shirt, Nepgear's bottom button snapped off long ago to make room. Fortunately, even with every button strained, it managed to cover just enough of her belly that one could only see some of its underside depending on the angle. Yet unlike Neptune, her breasts had grown leaps and bounds, now nice sized handfuls that rivaled even Vert's mighty pair. Hammy arms completely filled and stretched her sleeves, leaving countless stress marks along the sides. Complimenting this, fatty thighs pushed her socks to the limit, forcing her to leave one of them only halfway pulled up. Gone was the anklet around her leg, completely unable to squish around her flabby thighs any longer. Lastly, her cheeks were fatty and squishier than Neptune's, yet she had no double chin. Still, even without a double chin, the band around her neck was easily filled with squishy neck fat. It wouldn't be long until she had to remove that band, too.
Staring at Nepgear's bulbous breasts, Uni muttered, "N-Never mind. I guess sisters really are like minded after all."
Poor Nepgear just tilted her head as she continued repeatedly shoving spoonfuls of pudding in her mouth. "?"
At the sight of that, Uni bit her thumb and turned away. Every day, Nepgear glutted herself like this, hardly budging from the couch as she worried and fretted over her sister. It didn't help that with Compa's limitless understanding and kindness, she was all too eager to make new batches of pudding for Nepgear every day.
"She doesn't realize it now, but when Neptune comes back, Nepgear's gonna feel so embarrassed in front of her sister." Glancing over her shoulder, Uni spotted Nepgear frowning as she continued to down pudding like a machine ("Ooooh, Neptune, I hope you're not hungry where you are..."). No, Uni decided as she shook her head. As her friend, Uni couldn't let Nepgear feel that way! And if someone else was just as big as her...
Walking up to Nepgear, Uni asked, "H-Hey, can you spare a pudding or two for me?"
***
"Home sweets home~!" Neptune cheered as she threw her arm up in the air. Another month later, Neptune and Vert finally returned to Planeptune. While in ordinary circumstances, the CPU of Leanbox wouldn't have much reason to escort Neptune back to her own home country, with her plan finally about to come to fruition, Vert reasoned that these were far from normal circumstances.
"I can't wait to snuggle up with lil' Nep Junior and tell her all about how amazing her big sis was back in Leanbox," Neptune continued energetically. "Oooooh, and I can't forget Compa's pudding! I need to eat double time to make up for a two whole months of eating the store bought kind."
"I can't wait to see Nepgear as well," Vert cooed as she eyed Neptune's bouncing belly. "After all, I think she'll be quite surprised to see you after such a long time."
"Ohmigosh, I know, right?!" Skipping up to the door to Compa's apartment, Neptune sang, "Boingy, boingy, boingy~!"
The two were clearly having different thoughts in mind.
Having spent two months of nothing but eating and sitting on her butt, Neptune's figure more than reflected it. Now her fleshy, bouncy orb of a belly dangled down to below her knees even when standing. Her coat, now only worn for the sake of decoration rather than functionality, remained completely unzipped. Underneath it, her white shirt didn't even manage to cover an inch of her belly, opting to rest at the top of it instead. This left her fleshy ball of peach exposed to the elements. Her cute outie belly button sat square in the middle, sticking out just far enough to be noticeable. Soft, multi-layered love handles stuck out from the sides of her tummy, resting against her massive hips. Speaking of her hips, they easily out did her belly in terms of width, spreading far enough to make her wider than any standard doorway. Even the arms on Vert's beloved gaming chair snapped off when confronted with the task of containing Neptune's blossoming booty. It went without saying, but Neptune's thighs grew in turn, swelling from cylinders into large, flabby singular rolls with many a dimple in their sides. At this point, her socks clung to her for dear life, tearing to shreds with her every step. A meaty double chin formed around her neck, squishing and congealing with even the slightly movement of her head. Yet even with all this newfound girth, Neptune's chest remained flat as a board.
Excellent, Vert thought. Vert could practically see Nepgear's reaction. She'd turn around, a huge smile on her face as she heartily welcomed her sister. Then Nepgear's eyes would widen, leaving her shaking her head as she gawked at her decidedly uncute sister. Being the compassionate big-sis-in-the-making she was, Vert would run in and hug her, whispering comforting things. Then she'd snatch her away into Leanbox, keep her in her room, and spend all day spoiling her and putting her in different outfits and sitting her in her lap and-
"I'm hoooom-Oof." Just as Neptune threw open the door and bounded in, her hips squished deeply into the doorframe, cementing her to the spot. "Hey, what gives? Whose big idea was it to shrink the doorframe?"
No, this went beyond excellent. This was just perfect. Placing her palms on both of Neptune's butt cheeks, Vert pushed with all her might, digging her heels into the ground. "Mmmph...! Oh nonsense, Neptune." As Neptune slid out of the doorframe with an audible *pop!* Vert chuckled at the sight of Neptune's bouncing rear. "It's just your imagination."
Over Neptune's shoulder, Vert caught a glimpse of Nepgear. At the sight of her sister, Nepgear gasped with a smile on her face. "Sis!" Sliding off the couch with a huff, she cried, "Haaa, haaa...! You're home! You're really home...!"
Vert blinked a few times. Sliding? Huffing? ...Oh boy.
Much to Vert's shock, Nepgear was looking very much like her sister. A large, ovular belly hung halfway down her calves. It was divided into two rolls, with a tiny top roll, and a bottom roll almost as large as a beanbag. The last button on Nepgear's shirt was still missing in action, and every other button seemed to be screaming in agony, ready to pop off at a moment's notice. While her thighs were hidden behind her fluffy mass of a belly, the way her tummy constantly bounced and jiggled implied that Nepgear's legs repeatedly hit into the back of her tummy with her every step. Yet it wasn't just her protruding belly that bounced; her breasts, each the size of her head, bounced against her belly jovially. The camisole under her shirt proved useless at covering her deep cleavage, and her every bounce left it slipping further down. Her flabby upper arms were the size of hams, and her pudgy cheeks were so fat it caused tiny dimples around her mouth and chin.
Throwing her arms into the air, Neptune bounded towards Nepgear as best as she could, what with her legs hitting into her belly slowing her down significantly. "Nepgeeeeaaaar!"
With a massive smile on her face, Nepgear waddled towards her sister, arms reaching out towards her. "Neptuuuuuune!"
When the two masses collided, their entire bodies jiggled and bounced from the recoil. As they attempted to wrap their arms around each other, Nepgear's vast ovular belly dug into and wrapped around Neptune's ball of fluff. All the while, Nepgear's mighty boobs rested on top of Neptune's belly, squishing against Neptune's flat chest as Neptune's fatty thighs squeezed into the bottom roll of Nepgear's tummy. Even with all that squishing, their arms only managed to rest on each other's love handles. Huge smiles on their faces, they tilted side to side as they hugged, squishing into each other deeper. "Mmmmm!"
"Ehehehe, I missed you so much, Sis."
"I missed ya too, Nep Junior~"
Struggling to walk just as much as her reuniting friends, Uni wobbled towards them with a smile. "Ahaha, you'd think you two haven't seen each other in years," Uni teased, poking Nepgear's pudgy cheek. "It's like something out of a bad soap opera."
Letting go of Neptune, Nepgear rubbed her cheek. "U-Uni, you're embarrassing me!"
Grinning, Uni laughed, "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist."
Uni looked much the same as the two girls before her. With a tiny pot belly that reached barely above her knees, Uni's dress hiked up quite a ways, just shy of revealing her bellybutton. Proving even more of a challenge for her dress, a large, bouncy rear forced her skirt to rest on top of her rear rather than over it, completely revealing the entirety of her white panties to the world. Each butt cheek was larger than her belly, approaching the size of yoga balls. Judging from the countless stress lines across her panties, it wouldn't be long before they began to rip and tear under the pressure. It seemed clear that when Uni reached Neptune's weight, her rear would easily outdo the Planeptune goddess's in terms of size and breadth. To support this mighty rear, Uni's fat, shapely thighs spread out three times as wide as they used to be. Even Uni's breasts grew, reaching a cup size short of Vert's own. These generous orbs pushed down the collar of Uni's skirt enough to show a hint of cleavage. Lastly, her cheeks puffed up a bit, and the flab around her chin gave reason to believe she too had a double chin forming.
Dots for eyes, Neptune looked between Nepgear and Uni. "You two look different somehow. Did you guys get a haircut or something?"
Blinking several times, Uni stared at Neptune. "...Eh? After all that, that's your reaction?!"
"Whatcha mean? After all what...?"
Hanging her head, Uni just sighed. "Haaaa... Never mind..."
Blushing slightly, Nepgear waved her hands repeatedly. "A-Ah, um, you look different too, Sis. But not in a bad way! It's really cute. In fact..." Kneeling to hug Neptune's belly (her knees buried into the back of her belly as opposed to the ground), Nepgear declared, "Your round face is even rounder, and you felt super soft!" Closing her eyes, Nepgear buried her face into Neptune's belly and shook her head. "Mmmph, you really are my big, big sister now..."
"Daaaawww, shucks, ya got me turning all red." Giving Nepgear a noogie (sending jiggles and ripples through her own belly from the force), Neptune teased, "I can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?"
"Ehehe, no, you can't. So don't leave me for that long ever again, okay?"
"Roger, dodger!"
Letting out a long sigh, Vert rested her chin in her hand. "Honestly, I should have seen this coming. After all, one of the things that makes Nepgear so irresistible is her indomitable love for her sister."
As if to prove Vert's point, Nepgear stood up with no small amount of huffing and puffing, took another look at Neptune's face, and then went in for another hug, smile unflinching. "Mmmm~"
Eye twitching, Vert stepped forward to place one hand on each of the Nep sisters. One on Neptune's belly, and the other on one of Nepgear's fluffy breasts. "Why, my sweet Nepgear! It's lovely to see you again. Don't tell me you forgot I was visiting as well?"
Eyes widening, Nepgear stuttered, "E-Eep, Vert! I, um, of course not! It's nice to see you again too."
"That's my Nepgear~" Vert declared with pride, grabbing Nepgear's head and burying it into her bosom.
"Ooof," Nepgear let out in a muffled protest.
G-Gosh, Vert thought as she looked down at Nepgear. She's just so big... And fluffy... And very, very soft. Goodness, did this all this added weight just make her even cuter? Vert didn't think it was possible.
"Heeeey," Neptune whined, bounding towards the two of them. "Only the big sister gets to have free hugs from Nepgear!"
"Ah, Neptune!" Uni jumped forward, sending a hearty bounce through her butt. "Look out for the pudd-"
"Eh? Say wha-aaaaaooohhh!"
But it was too late. Neptune stepped right on a discarded cup of pudding, causing her foot to slide out from under her. With a yelp, Neptune found herself tumbling towards Vert and Nepgear.
Neptune slammed into Vert, pushing her back into Nepgear. Letting out a cry of her own, Nepgear stumbled backwards, falling flat on her back. A wave of jiggles undulated through the two sisters as their bellies, thighs, and Nepgear's breasts recoiled from the impact. All the while, Vert found her head buried deeper and deeper into Nepgear's breasts rather than the other way around. It felt like to tight balls were being pressed into her temples at the same time. In spite of how soft they looked from afar, it turned out that Nepgear's breasts could be quite firm when pressed. At the same time, Neptune's big ball of a tummy squished and wrapped around Vert's back, pushing Vert further against Nepgear's double rolled belly. Softer than any pillow, Vert's waist and legs easily sank into Nepgear, feeling quite comfortable in spite of the pressure all around Vert's body from two 500 pound plus girls squishing her into a sandwich.
All this force against the two sisters' bellies suddenly built up, forcing Neptune's eyes to widen and Nepgear to squeeze her eyes shut as they let it all out at once.
"*hooooorrrRRRAAAPPPPPpp!*" Neptune belched loudly. "Pheeew, 'scuse me!" Completely unfazed, Neptune gave her belly a slap. It jiggled violently into and around Vert, pressing into Nepgear's own tummy-
"*uurr... uuuuUURRRpppp!*" Nepgear blasted, face flushed furiously. Letting out a few hiccups, Nepgear babbled, "I-I'm so *urrRRp* sorry, Vert! I *bwooOORP*, a-ah... Ooof..." Upturning her eyebrows, Nepgear rubbed her belly a few times, face turning a brighter shade of red all the while. "*hoorrrrRRRPPP*... Nngh..."
As the two sisters shifted their arms and legs about in a vain attempt to get up (heck, they couldn't even move their hefty limbs very well, much less stand up without help), Vert found herself completely infatuated with the blubbery, hungry, blushing Nepgear before her.
It wasn't long before Vert began to fantasize about the adorable plush bellies around her...
Vert imagined herself back in her bedroom in Leanbox's Basillicom, lying on top of Nepgear's large belly like one would a mattress. Nepgear was lying on the floor, belly up. Next to her Neptune laid down in a similar fashion.
Their bellies were swollen and bloated due to Vert having finished feeding them every cup of pudding that money could buy. Rather than Nepgear's belly resting halfway down her calves, it ballooned enough to brush up against her feet, and stuck out high enough to be taller than Vert's desk. Neptune's belly grew as well, reaching past her knees and protruding a little farther out than Nepgear's.
Letting out a long sigh, Vert rolled over on Nepgear's belly, burying her face in it. Squeezing up some of the fat, Vert rubbed it against her face. It felt so, so soft. No comforter, mattress, or pillow could rival Nepgear's fluff. "Oh my goodness, Nepgear," Vert breathed, her voice muffled. "Have you grown even softer since last time?"
Whimpering, Nepgear cried, "A-Ah, I'm not all THAT bigger... It's just a few pounds at most, Vert!" Just then, Nepgear's belly let out a long, gutteral growl. *guuuUUUUUUuuuunnnnn* "E-Eep!" Rubbing the side of her belly tenderly, Nepgear muttered, "Oooh, and after all that food, too... I-I'm sorry, Vert." She said it hurriedly, as though even thinking about it left her embarrassed.
"Oh, please. If anything, your endless hunger just makes you even more irresistible."
"Heeeey," Neptune blurted. "I'm the main character here, so why hasn't my turn come yet?" Puffing out her cheeks like a child, Neptune whined, "I want you to use me as a bed toooooo..."
Chuckling, Vert turned her head to look at Neptune. As she rubbed up and down across the side of Neptune's orb of a stomach, Vert noted that she was even squishier than Nepgear.
"Wait your turn, Neptune. I always make sure to have plenty of cuddles for both of you~"
Vert felt herself snapping back to the 3D world (AKA reality) as Uni grunted, breathing heavily as she gripped Neptune's hand, pulling her up.
"Whoops-a-daisy!" As soon as Neptune stood up, she wobbled back and forth. Behind her, Uni wiped her forehead as beads of sweat poured down.
"Haa... Haa... You're next, Vert. Can you stand?"
For a few seconds, Vert found herself staring at the fatty, puffy Uni before her. By the time Uni gave her a questioning look, Vert found herself standing up. "Ah, yes, don't worry about me."
Pushing up off the ground beneath her, Nepgear grunted a few times before managing to stand. "Pheeeew... I'm so, sorry, Vert!" Bowing her head, Nepgear continued without taking a breath. "Neptune doesn't always look where she's going, and-"
Patting Nepgear on the head, Vert cooed, "Aww, my sweet Nepgear's so cute when she's flustered~ It seems that's one thing that won't change no matter how big and fluffy she becomes."
Blushing furiously, Nepgear just lowered her head, stuttering incomprehensibly as she tried to form words.
Stepping back, Vert admired the gaggle of girthy girls gathered before her. Ahhh, in the end, Vert's plan didn't get her any closer to claiming Nepgear as he little sister, after all. But she couldn't help but find this result agreeable, too- for now, when she finally claimed Nepgear as hers, she'd be even better than before! And Neptune and Uni weren't looking entirely undesirable either...
"...Neptune? Could you lend me your phone?"
"Eh? What for? You wanna give me your luck for my gacha games?!"
"Not this time. I was thinking of giving Blanc a little call. Perhaps she could come to Leanbox with me, so I can increase her... Shares." Half closing her eyes, Vert held her hand up to her mouth, unable to hold back her laughter. "Ufufufufu..."
***
"Remind me why I let you come here?"
Blanc sat on a large chair in her Basillicom, resting her chin on her hand and crossing her legs. A laptop rested closed on her lap.
"Oh, don't be like that," Vert laughed, waving her hand. "We're all friends here. I said I wanted to help raise your Shares, didn't I?"
"I'm not Neptune. Throwing around the words 'help' and 'friends' isn't going to make me go all doey-eyed for whatever you have to say." Upon opening her laptop, Blanc began typing away. "Now, if you're just going to get in my way, go home. I have work to do."
Holding her hand to her cheek, Vert frowned. "That's a shame." Vert began walking away, shaking her head. "And to think, if you had just listened for a few minutes, you could have learned how to double your Shares~"
Blanc blinked. "Wait. Double?"
Vert turned around, hand over her mouth. "Oh? I didn't tell you?" Vert held out her hand, and a holographic image depicting a point line chart appeared. "See? In just a month, Neptune's Shares skyrocketed. All because of my foolproof help!"
A bead of sweat dripping down her forehead, Vert thought, "She doesn't need to know this Share chart is from right after the Arfoire incident..."
Blanc leaned froward, squinting her eyes. "...If even Neptune could pull it off this well, it'd really have to be foolproof." Sighing, Blanc crossed her arms and closed her eyes. As Vert stepped out of the room, Blanc grumbled, "A month, you said? I suppose I can spare the time if the outcome is this superb." Blanc opened her eyes and blinked at Vert. "Just what are you-"
"This?" Vert casually rolled in a trolley the size of a desk into the room. Cakes, pies, and cookies flooded each of it's multiple layers. "These are just snacks to have during strategy meetings." Cutting a slice of cake, Vert smiled. "After all, everyone knows one can't think on an empty stomach!"
Half closing her eyes, Blanc muttered, "This sounds like it's going to be a real pain in the ass."
*guuuuuuUUUUUNNNnnn...*
A low growl echoed throughout the Basillicom. Blanc snapped her head up. "Monsters?! Here?"
The Basillicom shook furiously. A bead of sweat dripped down Vert's face.
"Nnnnnnnngh, I can't take it anymore!" The double doors to the room burst open. Huffing and puffing, there stood Nepgear, just as fat (if not a little plumper) as the last time Vert saw her. The poor girl's hips and love handles barely left her any breathing room even in a double door doorway.Vert, Blanc, what's that smell?" Her belly swaying rhythmically with her every step as it smacked against her calves, Nepgear waddled up to the buffet trolley. "Can I have some too?" Poking her index fingers together and lowering her head, Nepgear muttered, "I'm just so hungry lately..." Her tummy let out another small growl.
Smiling, Vert pat Nepgear on the head. "Ooooh, Nepgear, you know I can't say no to you!" Vert handed Nepgear a plate of cookies. "Here. Just be sure to leave some for Blanc too, all right?"
"Wow, thanks, Vert!" Nepgear happily bit into a cookie, ignoring the crumbs getting all over her face.
"But of course, anything for my new little sister~"
"Mmmph?" Nepgear talked with her mouth full, frowning. "Fhut ahm fepfune's fifter..."
Eyes twitching, Blanc stood up, nearly knocking her laptop to the floor. "What the hell happened to you?!"
Nepgear swallowed and clutched the cookies to her chest. "Eep! I, um..." Upturning her eyebrows, Nepgear laughed nervously. "Ahaha... Sis calls it having a high defense stat?"
Rom and Ram burst into the room, laughing. "Big sis, didja see her, didja? Nepgear's HUGE!"
As the twins stood beside Nepgear, Rom eyed her belly. "She's so fluffy, like a big plushie...!"
As Rom and Ram hugged her belly, sinking into it, Nepgear laughed nervously. "G-Guys, I'm not THAT big..."
Blanc snapped her mouth shut and screwed her eyes closed. "...No, never mind. It doesn't matter." Walking up to Vert and the others, Blanc said with a touch of gentleness in her voice, "Rom, Ram? Go play nice with this Ancient Dragon. I have work to do."
Ram threw her hand into the air. "Woo! Okay~!" Ram put her hands on one of Nepgear's butt cheeks and shoved her forward. Rom helped, grabbing the other. "Let's go see how many cookies we can fit in her mouth!"
"And then we can use her belly like a trampoline!"
"Ooooh, and how about we roll her down a snowy hill to make her into a snowman?!"
Tears in her eyes, Nepgear cried, "Guuuuys, I said I'm not that biiiig!"
The group left, closing the double doors with a noisy bang. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Blanc exhaled sharply. "...This plan of yours better not be a waste of time. I have a deadline set up for my next book."
Vert waved her hand. "Oh, no one reads those anyway."
Eyes flashing red, Blanc demanded, "What was THAT?!"
Clapping her hands together, Vert chirped, "I-I said I look forward to working with you, Blanc~!"
"*huurRRPP*, ugh..." Frowning (dimpling her cheeks in the process), Blanc brushed the mountain of crumbs off her belly. "Vert? Are you sure this plan of yours will pan out soon? Because I don't know how much more of these 'strategy meetings' I can tolerate."
"Don't worry." Vert handed Blanc a plate of cake and a fork. Eyeing Blanc's hips, Vert added, "Believe me, we're making a lot of progress~"
Munching on the cake, Blanc snapped, "Who are you trying to fool? My Shares haven't increased a single percent. These meetings have proved fruitless." Knitting her eyebrows as she followed Vert's gaze, Blanc added, "In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were just-"
"Did you say you wanted your laptop?"
Vert slid Blanc's laptop onto her belly. It laid perfectly flat across the top, just barely managing to block Blanc's view of her enlarged tummy and hips.
Narrowing her eyes, Blanc grumbled, "No, I didn't."
At this point, Blanc had no right to call Nepgear an 'Ancient Dragon.' For Blanc's body was so wide, she long since forced her chair's arms to pop off. Even then, her fatty hips and butt hung off the sides of the chair. A hearty ovular belly protruded out from her waist, completely filling her lap. Should she have managed to stand, it'd be resting on her knees. Unsurprisingly, the girl's belt popped off long ago. In fact, her tightly packed tummy pushed up her mini dress so far that the dress hem rested just above her tiny and deep naval. This WOULD have left Blanc's white panties exposed... Should her huge belly and thighs not of covered them. Speaking of her thighs, they bloated to three times their previous size, forcing her to leave her legs spread apart whenever she sat down. Her butt squished tightly against the back of the chair, causing several cracks to appear. It wouldn't be long before her butt snapped off the chair back, too. Her fatty arms completely filled her sleeves, forcing several tears and rips down the sides. Even her face grew more round, taking on a double chin and dimpled cheeks. Yet in spite of all that, her chest didn't so much as grow an inch, remaining as flat as a washboard.
Somehow, the sight of seeing a girl get fatter and fatter, barely contained by her clothes or even chairs, left Vert's heart racing. She'd never get tired of this!
"Hungry, Blanc?" Forcing a handful of cookies into Blanc's mouth, Vert cooed, "You just let me know~"
"MmmmMMMPH," Blanc cried, shaking her head furiously.
"Veeeeeert!" Nepgear slammed open the Basillicom doors. Her tummy let out noisy gurgles and roars as she bounced up to Vert. "Rom and Ram stole all my food! They wanted to see h-how loud my tummy would g-get..." Poor Nepgear's face burned bright red as her belly let out obnoxiously loud growls. They echoed across the room.
Cupping Nepgear's pudgy cheek in her hand, Vert smiled. "Don't worry, my sweet little Nepgear! Big sis will feed you plenty soon. But right now I'm helping Blanc, okay?"
Nepgear frowned. "You're being awful stingy with food lately, Vert. Especially after how much you fed sis!"
Vert froze, beads of sweat pouring down her forehead.
Blanc narrowed her eyes. "...Vert? Please, tell me, did I hear that right?"
"Why, whatever do you mean?" Holding up another slice of cake, Vert's mouth twitched as she smiled. "A-Anyway, do you want some more cake?"
Frowning, Nepgear turned to Blanc. "You didn't know?" Nepgear waddled up to Blanc, holding up her phone. "Big Sis said she's so big now because Vert was so nice to her." Upturning her eyebrows, Nepgear rubbed the side of her belly as it let out another noisy growl. "Ooooh, my stomach..."
The picture depicted the super fat Neptune trying to ride a Dogoo, but it's smooshed flat into the ground under her rear.
Blanc lowered her head. Breaths became more and more labored. Threw her laptop to the side. Gritted teeth.
"You..."
Blanc pulled her hammer out of mid air, slamming it down into the ground next to Nepgear.
"Eep!"
"YOU SNEAKY LITTLE BITCH!!"
Nepgear backed up into Vert, squishing her butt against Vert's thighs (which the Leanbox goddess wasn't about to complain about.)
"N-Now, now, Blanc. Let's all calm down. Just a few more strategy meetings, and we'll see some definite res-"
"Results my ASS!" Blanc's feet skid against the ground as she wobbled furiously. Her rump and thigh's heft left her effectively pinned to her chair. "*huff* You're just trying to turn me into a fatass so my Shares will DECREASE!" Eventually, Blanc slammed both her feet down and managed to stand up. Her belly and butt jiggled from the sudden movement. Wiping the sweat off her brow, Blanc growled, "That Planeptune Shares chart you showed me was complete BS, wasn't it?!"
"Well... It was real! ...At one time. Years ago."
Vert hopped to the side as Blanc's hammer flew past her, clattering to the ground.
Breathing heavily, Blanc shouted, "Get out!! Or I'll kill you, both of you!" Face flushed red, Blanc added, "But leave the food cart here!"
***
"Didn't you hear me? I said you're dismissed from being my secretary."
"B-But, Noire, I-!"
"I don't need a blimp like you to drag down my image." Noire paused for a moment, as though realizing the idiocy of the image of a blimp dragging something down. Shaking her head as her cheeks tinted red, Noire continued, "A-Anyway, my Shares have been in enough of a slump as it is! What do you think guests will say about me if they see someone so fat at my front desk?"
"What guests? You haven't had visitors for days!"
"T-That's besides the point! Now shoo!"
Uni hung her head. "But, I... I just want to help..." The force of Uni's little hiccups left her pot belly and bulging rear jiggling violently.
"Goodness me, Noire," Vert declared with a shake of her head. "You can't treat little sisters like that!" Sparkles in her eyes, Vert added as she handed Uni a chocolate bar, "They're a precious, rare resource that must be cuddled and loved."
Noire whipped around, her twintails swaying from the motion. "I'm sorry, but who invited YOU?"
"Whenever little sisters cry for help, I-"
"No, you know what? I don't care. Get out."
"Now, now, no need to be so cold."
Noire bent over and pointed at Vert. "Don't even start! I know what you're here for. Blanc told me all about it. You've been going around robbing Shares by f-fattening up all the goddesses!"
Vert narrowed her eyes and looked to the side. "Tsk."
"You admit it?!"
"Ah, w-whatever are you saying?" Vert pat Uni on the shoulder. Uni glanced up at Vert, confused. Winking at the little sister, Vert continued, "I just came to lend you a hand. You dismissed Uni as your secretary, did you not?"
Noire turned away in a huff. "That's none of your business."
"How about I help out as your secretary for a while?"
Putting her hands on her hips, Noire turned back to Vert. "Oh? Tell me, just what does another nation's CPU stand to gain from lowering herself to help one of her rivals? We're not exactly friends."
"Well, if Leanbox's citizens hear about what a kind, benevolent goddess I am, abandoning everything to help her bitter rival, they'll love me all the-"
Noire held up her hand, closing her eyes with a sigh. "I get it, I get it, jeez." Rubbing her chin, Noire mused, "I suppose if that's all you want, then it's fine. But just because you're a goddess doesn't mean I'll go easy on you!"
"But of course."
"Now if you're so eager to start, then sort through that stack of papers over there."
"Certainly." Vert patted Uni on the head with a smile. "Don't worry about Noire. She's just trying to show you a little tough love. But she's too shy to admit it."
Uni munched on a second chocolate bar from Vert with a frown. "I know, but... She doesn't always have to go so far." Uni hesitantly poked her butt. It bounced heartily, forcing up her dress hem even further. "It's not like I'm not embarrassed enough as it is."
"Well, you just leave her to me. By the time I'm done with Noire, she'll understand your perfectly!"
Uni blinked several times. "Huh?"
Vert called out, "Oh, Noire? Don't move a muscle from your seat! With me here, you can relax. In fact... How about having a few snacks?"
Huffing a little, Noire pulled up her shirt in a vain attempt to cover her cleavage. "V-Vert? I thought I asked for a snack?" Tossing her ponytail, Noire chided, "A goddess needs her nourishment!"
Carrying in a tray of food, Vert laughed. "My, and here I thought I fed you a big meal just thirty minutes ago."
Noire's tummy grumbled. "Y-You're really slipping as a secretary. First you're late, and now you're making things up!"
Eyeing Noire's hearty belly and crumb covered face, Vert muttered, "No, I think my job here is nearly done~"
Noire was looking much like a blimp herself these days. Each of her boobs were the size of melons, pushing down her shirt enough to reveal every bit of her deep, deep cleavage. One could almost bury their entire head between her fat breasts. Her flabby upper arms were fully exposed, each the size of hams. Her forearms split her sleeves down the sides, with only a few strings holding them together. Noire's belly, a big, fluffy sphere of fat, completely filled and surpassed her lap, dangling past her knees even when sitting. It forced every button on her robe apart, and pushed up her shirt underneath. Her outie of a belly button was left exposed. As for her hips, they filled her Basillicom's throne entirely, even with it wide enough to seat three people. Noire's fatty butt (which forced her skirt hem halfway up her rear, showing off her extremely tight panties) squished and congealed against the back of the chair, only providing a hint as to just how big it really is. Her wide thighs easily filled her skirt. Even Noire's face fattened up, with her cheeks big and puffy and a hearty double chin flaring out.
Placing the tray on her belly, Noire began to dig into the mountainous ice cream Sundae before her. Ice cream smeared all over her cheeks, Noire swallowed before snapping, "I thought I said extra sprinkles."
"Oh? There's plenty."
Frowning, Noire resumed shoveling spoonful after spoonful into her mouth. "It *mmph* doesn't SEEM like much lately..."
"In that case, I'll just have to get you more." Vert walked away, smiling to herself. "I'll be back shortly!"
Noire knit her eyebrows as she topped off her Sundae with an overflowing spoonful.
A few minutes later, Uni entered with another Sundae in one hand and a stack of papers in the other. "Big sis, here you go! I brought the food you wanted. I even organized the next set of papers!" Setting the papers on the arm of Noire's chair, Uni flashed a shy smile. "Not bad, right?"
Noire's eyes widened. "Uni?! Didn't I tell you? You're dismissed from being my secretary. Go, play, have fun with Nepgear or something."
Uni hesitantly clutched her hands to her chest. "I-I'm not going anywhere! I'm your little sister, so it's my job to help you."
"Don't you have that backwards...?"
"I don't care. I'm your secretary, not Vert!" Uni poked at Noire's belly. "A-And you can't use my weight as an excuse anymore. You're just as fat as me, if not bigger!"
"WHAT did you say?!" Noire placed her sundae carefully on the arm of her chair, then stood up with a grunt. "Ooof, ooh, that does it!" Noire poked Uni's butt, sending ripples through it. "And what do you call this?! This is FAR bigger than mine. It's, like, not even a comparison!"
"Really? What's this, then?" Uni grabbed the sides of Noire's belly with both of her hands. After squishing her fingers around to feel it's deep, luxurious fluff, Uni gave it a shake. This sent Noire's breasts and belly into a tizzy of jiggles. "Y-Your belly's so much bigger than mine!"
Noire stepped forward, forcing Uni's pot belly to sink into her big sis's fluffy belly. "Is that so?! Then what's- Uwah!"
Noire slipped her feet on the carpet, leaving her all but throwing herself into Uni! Uni crashed into the ground, her giant bubble butt cushioning the fall for both of them. Her butt warped against the floor, seeping out in all directions. Meanwhile, Noire found her breasts pushing forcefully against Uni's, all but burying the little sister's pair. Noire's belly squished into Uni's even further, leaving the two just a few inches from each other's faces.
At first, they just silently stared at one another, wide eyed and blinking.
"..."
"..."
"...Pft! Ahahaha!" Uni smiled.
"W-What's so funny?!"
"You should see your face, Sis!"
"What face?! That was just... This is..."
"Aww, come on. It's okay to admit it."
"Admit what?"
"That we're BOTH big now, Sis." Uni closed her eyes and smiled. "So you can't go on about reputation this and reputation that when you're just as big as me!"
"I... I suppose..." Noire rubbed the back of her head. The motion sent ripples through her belly and breasts, smooshing them further into Uni's. "It's just, well..."
"Embarrassing?"
Face red, Noire snapped, "N-No, not at all! ...Maybe. But only a little bit, okay?"
"But it's fine! Since it's both of us sisters that are big. ...Right?"
"Geez, you say the most ridiculous things..." Huffing and sweating, Noire placed her hands on Uni's shoulders, then pushed herself up. Upon being released from Noire's overwhelming fat, Uni's breasts and belly sprung out with a hearty bounce. Uni wiped sweat off her forehead as she sat up too, a little breathy from all the movement.
"But I guess you can be my secretary again. Vert just..." Blushing, Noire muttered, "She c-can't replace my c-cute little sister..."
"Hm? Did you say something, Sis?"
"Nothing! You're just hearing things!"
In the doorway, Vert watched with a smile on her face. "Well, well, well. This worked out perfectly." Vert shut the door, then leaned her back against it. "In fact, I can't even think of what to do next." Vert folded her hands behind her back and walked off, unaware of the extra weight on her chest causing her breasts to bounce ever so slightly more than normal, nor aware of the extra breadth to her hips. "But I'm sure I'll think of something!"
***
"There ya are. Vert, over heeeeeere~!"
Neptune sat on Compa's couch in her apartment, taking up two cushions all by herself. Her tummy was so large, she had to spread out her legs to let it seep out. It flooded down onto the ground and touched the floor. Vert sucked in a deep breath as she saw it jiggle from Neptune waving her arm.
"Sit with me!"
A snide voice chided, "Oh, please. Do you really think anyone can sit next to YOU with how big you
are? You're practically the size of a Basillicom!"
Noire hobbled her way past Vert, her butt bouncing every step.
"Oh phooey, Noire," Neptune said with a grin. "We both know you're gonna need your own country soon at the rate you're eating!"
"T-That's none of your concern!"
Neptune put her hand to her head, then leaned back into the couch. Her butt and love handles squished against it, seeping out farther. Pinching her nose together, she cried, "Oh, Uni! Bring me my truffles! I-I can't moooove!"
Noire stomped her foot into the ground, sending a hearty bounce through her rear. "I-I do not ask Uni to bring me food!"
Neptune blinked and lurched forward. "Ehhh, that's what you have a problem with?!"
Vert blotted at her bleeding nose as she called, "All right, girls. We didn't come all this way to argue, did we?"
Neptune nodded her head, sending ripples through her double chin. "Yeaaah! We're all here to play games today. I can tease Noire any time!"
"You can NOT tease me an-"
"C'mon, let's play Super Sized Sisters!"
Noire crossed her arms, burying them under her large breasts. "And just where am I supposed to sit?"
"Uhhh... Bean bag! Just don't sink into it too much with your big ol butt. After all, we hafta be able to tell which one is Noire and which one's the bag when you're done~ "
Noire closed her eyes and plopped down on a bean bag on the floor ("Of all the.... Oooooh...")
Vert began to sit down on the couch next to Neptune, between what little room there was between the CPU's bulging love handles and hips and the couch arm. "Well then, I'll just sit-"
"Ah, Vert!" Neptune rubbed the back of her head, upturning her eyebrows as she smiled. "I, um, sorry I kinda broke your gaming chair back in your room. So..." Neptune leaned back and patted her belly. It rippled and undulated. "You can sit on me to make up for it!"
Vert turned away as blood gushed out of her nose again with a vengeance. "W-W-Well, if you insist...!"
Noire half closed her eyes. "What are you doing back there...?"
"All right, I'm Captain Crunchies!"
"That's Falcon."
"Not when I play him. Look, he's blue colored. So he's Cap'n Crunchies. What about you? Zero Calories Samus? Heh, heh, getting nostalgic for when you were as skinny as her?"
"N-No, I just think she's cool, all right?!"
"And Vert, you're gonna be that angel girl?"
"I like the aura of pride she exudes. But she's a goddess, not an angel."
"Whichever! I can't keep up with everything Lowee puts up nowadays~ Not enough Cap'n Crunchies from them anyway."
"Would you stop calling him that?"
"Who would like to pick the stag-"
"Neptune!"
"Oh come on. I picked the stage that suits us the best!"
"The stage with 'fit' in the name?! How could that suit us?"
"Heh, heh, well maybe you'll work up a lot of sweat as you try to beat me."
"That doesn't even make sense..."
An announcer voice cried, "Go!" as two of the characters ran towards each other.
"Falcon Pudge! Falcon Pudge! Falcon PUUUUDGE!"
"He has other moves too, you know."
A little drool seeped out of the side of Vert's mouth. Sitting on the mass of fluff that was Neptune's belly left it protruding and squishing around Vert's body. In fact, all the way up to Vert's waist was covered by the fluff. The Leanbox Goddess's calves could feel every inch of Neptune's jiggling and rippling belly as Neptune threw her arms around while playing.
'Captain Crunchies,' as Neptune called him, threw 'Zero Calories Samus' to the side. Then he ran full force towards the goddess.
Vert's glazed over eyes snapped to the screen. "Oh!"
'Captain Crunchies' hopped as he reeled back his arm. Neptune shouted, "FALCON PUUUUUDGE!"
With a cry, the goddess flew off the side of the screen, resulting in an explosion of light.
"C'mon, step it up! Show me your moves!"
"Being so easily beaten by Neptune? I can't say I'm not disappointed, Vert."
"O-Oh," Vert stuttered, staring at the bouncing folds of Neptune's belly. "We all have our... off days... don't we?"
Neptune performed a taunt, spurring her character to call out, "Come on!"
Noire growled, sitting up in her bean bag. The sudden jerk up sent a bounce through her breasts. "Oh no you didn't..."
Grinning, Neptune wriggled her eyebrows."What's the matter, scared?"
'Zero Calories Samus' charged towards 'Captain Crunchies.' "Never. Lastation's the best there is!"
"Oooooh. Let's see you prove it, then!"
Poking at Neptune's belly, Vert muttered, "Lastation is 'the best,' huh...?" Vert's eyes glazed over, and she began to think about something else entirely...
Vert imagined herself standing in an outdoor cafe. Before her sat Uni and Nepgear, each sitting on three chairs. Metal ones at that. They needed a table for six, just to hold all the food Vert planned to feed them.
A loud growl pierced the air. grrrrrRRRRUUUuuuu....
"Ooooough, it hurts..." Uni pat her stomach and threw her head back. Her belly was so large, her skirt didn't even cover an inch of it. Naturally this left her comically stretched panties fully exposed.
Nepgear hugged her own bulging belly. A difficult task, considering it was overflowing so far onto the table it looked like it was trying to eat it. "Big Sis? Can you help, please?"
"Yeah, Sis, please..." Uni upturned her eyebrows as she looked at Vert, frowning.
Vert's heart skipped a beat. "Oh, of course! Anything for my best little sisters~"
Vert produced (out of thin air; hey, this is a fantasy anyway, or so Vert reasoned), a cup of ice cream sundae-complete with chocolate, fudge, whipped cream, sprinkles, and a cherry on top-half-as tall as her. She plopped it on the table with a thud, then produced two tablespoons. "Dig in~"
The two sisters' bellies rumbled and gurgled, loudly. Leaning forward, Uni grabbed her spoon. "W-We're supposed to eat this together?"
Nepgear's face flushed. "That's... A little embarrassing."
Vert patted Nepgear's tummy. It jiggled into the table.
"Eep!"
"Oh don't you worry about a thing. I'm happy to be feeding you two~ Please accept that happiness!"
"Well..." Nepgear smiled and nodded her head. "Okay. For you, Big Sis!"
"Yeah, Nepgear, don't worry about it! This looks delicious." Uni glanced away, smiling as her face turned red. "I-I don't mind eating with you anyway..."
"Huh?"
"N-Never mind, let's eat!"
Nepgear took a bite, then Uni. This cycle repeated for a while, until the girls began to feed each other instead. Chocolate smeared on their faces and some spilled on the table, but with their tummies roaring for more and more food as soon as possible, they didn't have the luxury to worry about being neat and tidy. Meanwhile, Vert just gazed at them, resting her head on her hands as she sighed deeply.
...Only for her head to smash into the table?!
"WOOOOOooo!" In reality, Neptune stood up with a cry. "Take that, Lastation! The main character wins again!"
Vert was flung from her seat of fatty fluff and onto the cold, hard floor.
"Uuuugh, that wasn't fair! You just used side B when I was off the edge. That's why you picked the Final Destination version, isn't it?!"
"Ohhhh, what's that I hear? A sore loser?"
"Why, you..."
Neptune's foot kicked into Vert's side. With a gasp, Neptune blurted, "Uwaah, sorry Vert!" Neptune shifted her body around, trying to peer down. But nothing other than her gigantic belly filled her sight. "I didn't notice ya there!" Neptune smacked the side of her tummy. "It's hard to see under all of me sometimes, you know?"
The underside of Neptune's belly repeatedly smacked into Vert's face. "Ahhh... It's... quite all right~"
"Guys, Big Sis! I brought you guys some food."
"Yay, goodies!" Neptune waddled as fast as her fat legs could carry her, not noticing as she stepped right on Vert's waist.
"O-OOooof!"
Nepgear turned sideways as she walked through the door frame, barely squeezing in. Even she was looking bigger, with her breasts E cups and her double rolled belly touching her feet instead of resting against her calves. Huffing a bit, she rolled cart of pudding up to Neptune.
Neptune dug in, eating right off the cart. With her fingers. "Mmmmm!"
"S-Sis, not in front of guests...!"
Nepgear turned to her guests. The girl's pudgy cheeks tinted red. "I-I'm sorry about that, guys.
She just gets so hungry and..." Nepgear cleared her throat. "Ahem! Do you guys want some too?"
"I suppose I can have a few cups." Noire sighed as she hoisted herself out of the beanbag with a grunt and a jiggle of her belly.
"Don't mind if I do," Vert declared as she eyed Nepgear's tummy. It would make another great seat for gaming...
"Well, you guys have fun! Let me know who wins the most rounds."
Neptune grabbed her arm. "Noooo! Have some of my delicious food, too! You're a growing girl, Nepgear. A growing, growing, GROWING-"
"Okay, okay," Nepgear cried, blushing furiously as she took a spoon.
Vert swallowed down another spoonful, watching the three immensely fat girls before her piling it in. "Mmmm... My plan to fatten everyone really worked out perfectly."
Everyone froze.
Vert blinked a few times. "Oh... My."
Nepgear looked between her belly and Vert's face, turning redder by the second. "I, you, this, wait, I, um-!"
"I KNEW it," Noire yelled, crunching the pudding cup in her hand. "I had a feeling all along, but to think you'd flat out admit it...!"
"I-I think Blanc mentioned something about all this too...!"
"Blanc?! She got to Blanc? Thank goodness she's safe in Lowee working on a book right now, or she'd be getting f-fattened up by this conniving sneak all over again!"
Neptune just blinked a few times. "You guys didn't realize? I thought it was kidna fun-"
Noire shouted, "No one asked you!"
Vert slowly backed up as Noire and Neptune went rounds with each other ("Besides, Noire, you never would have gotten this fat if you didn't like it too! Admit it." "I will NOT admit to anything! Unlike you, I have a little thing called 'pride.'" "Psssh, nothing about you is little anymore."). Nepgear spotted her leaving. "Ah, wait!"
Vert bolted off as Noire shouted, "Get back here this instant!"
***
"I sensed a great disturbance in the balance of power in your dimension! Did something happen? (゜ロ゜)"
"Weelll... There's been a great change in something all right," Histy mumbled, eyebrows twitching.
Vert and Histy stood within Planeptune's Basilicom, and before them floated a holographic display of the other dimension's Histoire.
Frowning, Histy turned to Vert. "Wait, why did you follow me here? I thought Neptune was throwing a party with the other goddesses in Compa's apartment."
"Oh, well..." Noire, Nepgear, and Neptune's voices rang out outside the building. Speaking loudly, Vert explained, "You could say the party ended abruptly due to unforeseen circumstances."
"Never mind that! Stop ignoring me! ⋋_⋌" the other Histoire cried, waving her arms. "What's happening in your dimension?! -`д´-"
Histy blushed and hung her head. "Ohhh where do I even start explaining... I thought Neptune was irresponsible before, but now she's on a new level. Even the other goddesses are following her example."
Vert put a hand to her mouth, cooing, "My, you're absolutely right. Just what is Neptune thinking lately~?"
"None of that tells me anything... (¬_¬)"
Plutia's voice rang out from behind the other Histoire. "Hiiiisty. Where did all the marshmallows go?"
"We've been through this. You already ate them all. ( ￣＾￣)"
"Awww..."
Wait. Plutia? A smile crept across Vert's face. Oooooh this was going to be fun.
"Histoire?" Both Histoires turned to Vert. Vert waved her hand, "Ah, just the one from this dimension."
"(¬､¬)"
"I believe I heard Neptune calling for you from outside the Basillicom."
"Her timing is as impeccable as ever," Histy grumbled, a blood vessel on her forehead twitching. Histy flew out of the Basillicom. "She probably just ran out of pudding or something. I swear, that girl is..."
"Wait! What about meee... (ノ﹏ヽ)"
"Don't worry, Histoire," Vert broke in. "There's nothing the matter in this dimension."
"Hrmph, I figured as much with how casually you two took my call... （；＿；）"
"I'm terribly sorry to trouble you further, but could you put Plutia on? I would like to speak with her for a moment."
Huffing, the other Histoire threw her arms in the air and floated aside. Plutia's wide eyed face flooded the screen.
"Heeeeeya, Vert. What do you need?"
Vert beamed. Plutia was even cuter than Vert remembered. "Oh, I just couldn't help but overhear your dilemma. You wanted some food?"
"Yeaaaaahh. I've been super hungry lately."
Even better. "I'll give you all the food you could ever want if you come for a visit~"
Plutia's eyes widened. "Reaaally?"
"But of course!"
"Okay then!"
Vert held out her arm towards the screen. "Now, if I just sacrifice a portion of my Shares, I should be able to open a portal to invite you over..."
"You said she was in here?!" Noire scowled, her chubby cheeks dimpling as she frowned. Her, Neptune, and Nepgear huffed and waddled through the Basillicom. Histoire floated behind them. "Ooooo when I find that little sneak of a goddess, I'm going to-"
"Sit on her?" Neptune offered.
"-tear her apart!"
"I think being under your ten-ton butt is a scarier threat."
Nepgear blinked. "...Wait, huh?"
Neptune laughed. "Ahaha, nope, looks like Wild Vert has Fled!"
"She even hung up my call..." A blood vessel popped on Histoire's forehead. "Somehow after what you three said, I have a feeling I know exactly what she's off doing. Again."
"Pho phoood..." Plutia swallowed hard, then held out her hands.
"A few more?" Smiling, Vert filled Plutia's palms with countless marshmallows. Several fell onto the floor.
Beaming, Plutia tossed both handfuls in her mouth at once. Her cheeks puffing out to a comedic extent, she leaned back in Vert's gaming chair. "MMmmmm~"
Judging from her appearance, it seemed that in the months that passed since Plutia's sudden visit to this dimension, Plutia had been eating many, many marshmallows in this fashion. Her breasts hadn't grown an inch, but her double rolled stomach stuck out far enough to fill and surpass her lap. Her belt was long since gone, leaving her belly out in the open. It rode up her shirt completely. Every time she chewed and swallowed a marshmallow, it jiggled jovially. Her fluffy love handles rested on the chair arms, and her hips were wide enough to completely fill Vert's gaming chair. In fact, her hips seeped out under the gap between the chair and the arms. A massive butt accompanied these hips, forcing Plutia half out of the chair. Even then, her butt cheeks squished and spread wide across the back of her chair. Factor in the fact that her flabby thighs completely hid the front of the chair, and it looked like Plutia was trying to merge with the chair rather than sit on it. Even her face was fat; her cheeks were more than a little chubby, and a hearty double chin framed her face.
Vert squeezed her eyes shut as a huge smile split her face. "Ahhh, I just want to pinch those chubby little cheeks~!" she thought. She placed a fresh bag of marshmallows right on Plutia's stomach, then patted her head. Plutia didn't so much as flinch; she just tore open the bag and threw them in. To think, those fluffy marshmallows are just going to make little Plutia even fluffier... Another fluffy little sister to join her collection with Nepgear and Uni. Vert's heart beat a little faster.
Yet with how preoccupied Vert was with Plutia's newfound heft, she failed to notice her own. The formerly trim goddess had packed on quite a few pounds. Her breasts were ever so slightly bigger, and her flat stomach now had a belly pooch. Her dress could only hide that so much, considering how tightly it hugged her body. In fact, her plump thighs stuck out the sides of the slits in her dress. Since the dress was sleeveless, her flabbier arms were left exposed as well. Miraculously, her face didn't take on any fat.
"Pheeew. Alllll done~" Plutia cried, flipping the marshmallow bag upside-down and shaking it.
"My, that was fast. Did you enjoy it?"
"Mmmhmm. It was as nice as ever."
"Do you want even more?" Vert blurted. "Are you full?" She patted Plutia's belly.
Little ripples spread across it's vast surface. Plutia blinked as she looked down at her own wobbling fluff of a tummy. "Whoa..." She gave it a poke. Her finger sunk right in.
Vert swallowed back the urge to squee as her heart pounded faster.
"Yeaah, my tummy's all nice and stuffed for now. Mmph," Plutia grunted, leaning forward with knit eyebrows. She held out her hands. "I think I want to work on my stuffed dolls now."
"But of course. Anything you want."
"They're on the table~"
Vert twirled around, not noticing as her tiny stomach jiggled slightly. She glanced at the table, then blinked as she frowned. "Er... Which doll do you want?"
The table was full of plushies. Neptune, Nepgear, Uni, Blanc, Noire, even Plutia herself. All of them sat on the table, staring up at Vert with big, happy smiles. They were... rather wide, for plushies. Plutia had said when she first joined Vert in Leanbox, "I need to make new ones, so they can be juuuust as fluffy as the real things~!"
"I want to work on yours, Vert~" Plutia called in the present.
Vert paused. "Mine?"
At the end of the table, next to Plutia's plushie, sat one of Vert. Yet this plushie had it's side's open, and only had stuffing in it's head. Scooping it up, Vert plopped it on Plutia's belly.
Plutia smiled up at her. "Thaaanks~" She schooched forward, picked up a bag of stuffing off of Vert's gaming desk, then leaned back in her chair. Grabbing a big handful of stuffing in one hand, she pulled open the hole in the side of the plushie with the other.
"Um, Plutia?"
"Yeeeees?"
"Why are you making one of me? The other Goddesses have... Changed since you last saw them, so updating their stuffed dolls made sense." Vert upturned her eyebrows and tilted her head. "Not that I don't find it cute, of course, but surely I don't need an updated one as well?"
"Mmm..." Plutia intoned. She began squeezing more and more stuffing into the plushie. The stomach area of the plush stretched out more and more, until it looked like it swallowed a ball. "You wiiiiill need it." The plushie's fabric began to stretch so much, a few rips tore across its surface. Her voice as happy and airy as ever, Plutia continued, "This dimension's Histy told on you. She said you made all my other friends really big, and without their permission, too!" She crammed even more stuffing in. "That wasn't very nice." Plutia sewed up the hole in the plushie's side. Then, with a big smile, she poked the plushie's distended stomach. "And now, I'll get show you what it's like~"
In a blinding flash of light, Plutia transformed. Her fat hips shot out even further, popping off the arms of Vert's gaming chair completely. Her stomach pushed out further and further, until a third roll grew above her other two. It rested atop the second roll, forming a staircase of flab. This new found heft forced down her lower roll, pushing it against the front of the chair. The chair slid back and away from Iris Heart. At this point, she was barely even sitting on it. Not to be outdone, her butt rocketed out backwards, slamming into the back of the chair. The chair flew out from under Iris Heart, crashing into the back wall. Vert's figures in her display shelves trembled. Iris Heart bucked her hips as she smirked, sending them rippling and jiggling. Her once flat chest blossomed into a D cup, each breast bouncing as they shot out. These large handfuls easily filled Iris Heart's top, showing a healthy dose of cleavage in the process. Lastly, her double chin grew a third one. It wrapped around her face.
Sticking out her tongue, Iris Heart sauntered up to Vert. "Tell me, Vert." Ropes materialized in Iris Heart's hands. Tilting her head, she rubbed the ropes against her cheek. She smirked. "Are you as hungry as I am?"
"Oh... My, goodness." Vert backed up, until she felt the back of her knees hit a chair. Sweating, she picked up the Neptune plushie off the table. "W-Wait, didn't you say you wished to finish your stuffed dolls? Why don't w-"
Iris Heart cracked the rope like a whip, hitting Vert's hand. She dropped the doll with a yelp.
"I'm the one playing the games here." Iris Heart thrusted her waist forward, smacking her triple rolled belly into Vert. Vert slammed into the chair, sending it tipping backwards for a second. Strutting behind the chair, Iris Heart wrapped the ropes around Vert. She pulled tightly on them, enticing a cry from Vert.
Grinning, Iris Heart leaned forward and breathed into Vert's ear, "It's dinnertime, Pig. So squeal for me."
"T-That's..." Vert upturned her eyebrows as she bit her lip. She wriggled her arms. The ropes didn't give at all. "Um, I don't suppose you could go easy on an old friend?"
"Why, you make it sound as though I'm going to hurt you." Iris Heart snapped her fingers. Two tubs of pudding as tall as Iris Heart materialized in front of Vert. "I'm just sharing the love." She smacked her stomach. Her triple rolls slapped into each other. "The love you filled me with oh so thoroughly."
Vert's eyes widened. Sweat dripped down her forehead. A forced laugh escaped her lips before she just sighed and threw her head back. "Haahh..." She slowly opened her mouth.
Iris Heart pat her on the head. "That's a good pig. I always love it when swine line up before their trough."
Vert knitted her eyebrows but said nothing.
Turning around, Iris Heart walked up to the veritable pudding towers. Her butt cheeks, packed tightly within her skintight suit, bounced with every step. Vert bit her lip as she stared down at her own plush body. Yes, she was rather chubby already, but to think that by the time Iris Heart would be done with her, she'll be just as massive... Vert's heart pounded a little faster.
Iris Heart scooped her hand into the pudding, letting some slip between her chubby fingers. "Pigs like you don't need a spoon," she declared with a smirk. She thrusted her hand into Vert's mouth. Vert hardly had time to taste the food-let alone swallow-before Plutia shoved in yet another handful. Cheeks bulging, Vert threw her head back and groaned. She squeezed one eye shut, then swallowed. She felt every bit of the pudding fill her stomach as it swelled ever so slightly.
Iris Heart grabbed two more handfuls of pudding, then shoved one after the other into Vert. Some pudding dribbled out the sides of Vert's mouth and down her chin as she swallowed. Now working her hands and arms like a well oiled machine, Iris Heart grabbed pudding and jammed it into Vert's mouth, then kept repeating the process. Inevitably, the first container of pudding's contents were emptied, now flooded within Vert's stomach.
Vert's stomach bloated further and further, until it began to force up her dress. What fabric of her dress that managed to cover her belly squeezed it tightly, only emphasizing it's round shape. At the size of a volleyball, it looked as though Vert were 9 months pregnant, yet still trying to fit into her pre-pregnancy clothes. Naturally, this bloating belly of hers pushed up the ropes around her, forcing them to rest between her breasts and the top of her belly.
Scrunching her eyebrows, Vert glanced down at her stomach. Every time she breathed, it jiggled slightly. When she breathed with her diaphragm, it distended even further out, then returned to its previous size. Biting her lip, she groped the sides of it. It felt so tight, and yet, there was a layer of flab over-top the hardness. Soft, succulent flab. To think, Neptune, Nepgear, Uni, Blanc, Noire, and Plutia... Every inch of their bodies were covered in this same fat. Vert began to breathe heavily.
"Ahaha, it would seem Vert the Vermin is beginning to fit into her vile role as a fat, greedy swine."
"Nnngh..." Vert moaned, closing one eye.
Iris Heart bent forward, digging her lowest roll into her knees. Holding her hand to her ear, she cooed, "Oh, what's that? Are you asking me to skip the foreplay and cut straight to the action?" Jamming her finger repeatedly into Vert's tight stomach, Iris Heart teased, "I take it this just isn't big enough for you yet."
Vert breathed heavily as she continued rubbing the sides of her stomach.
"I can't blame you for feeling that way." Iris Heart smacked the sides of her stomach with both hands. Her triple rolls slapped against one another. All the while, she smiled and turned from side to side. "Considering the size of the competition~"
She snapped her fingers. The end of a long tube appeared in Iris Heart's hands. The other end stuck into a the second, full pudding container.
Vert snapped her head up, eyes widening. "Is that-?!"
"I like to call this my fun stick. Say hello, because you two are going to become quite well acquainted..." Iris Heart caressed the tube, narrowed her eyes, and smirked. "As you suck him dry."
Iris Heart forced the end of the tube into Vert's mouth. Vert twisted her head and shoulders around, but the ropes didn't give. Iris Heart snapped her fingers. Pudding began pumping out of the container. The tube swelled from the sheer amount of pudding, until it looked as though it was pushing a soccer ball towards Vert. The ball of pudding grew closer and closer, until it shot into Vert's mouth. Every inch, from her tongue to the roof of her mouth, became filled with the food. She jerked her head back and swallowed repeatedly, barely getting it all down. But a second wave of pudding flooded in. A third. A fourth. Vert lost count as she focused every bit of her attention on swallowing as fast and as much as she could. For if she didn't, she'd drown in pudding.
Every time she swallowed, Vert's already swollen stomach distended further and further. The sides of her dress began to tear as it pushed out. Her dress rode up to just above her belly button. The volleyball grew and grew into a yoga ball. Her vision blurred as she looked down at it; it didn't seem real. Yet every time she swallowed, she saw it distend further. Every time she breathed, it jiggled and bounced. This was her body. This was her stomach. She really was this huge. She could feel the ropes around her loosen, and hear them rip, as her belly shot further and further out. Groaning loudly, Vert spread her legs, letting it fill the gap. It swelled even more, until it was mere inches from touching the floor.
"Mmm, MmmMMMPHHhh," Vert moaned, kicking her legs.
Licking her lips, Iris Heart ran her index finger all around Vert's tight stomach. "This enough for you yet, you greedy pig?"
Vert nodded repeatedly.
"Aww, but your stomach says otherwise." Iris Heart bent over, hoisting her fat ass into the air. She rested her ear on Vert's belly. "I think I hear a growl. Poor thing, you must be starving, aren't you?"
"MMMMPhhh!" Vert shook her head.
"Ahh, how inconsiderate of me. I should have known this speed wasn't enough yet."
Iris Heart snapped her fingers. Pudding blasted out of the tube like a dam had burst. It kept going and going, never stopping, as though it were a hose. Vert threw her head back and moaned.
Her stomach distended even more, squishing into the floor. Her calves swelled, her thighs thickened, her ass ballooned, love handles sprouted, and her breasts ripened. And all the while, her stomach just kept growing. Her dress tore to shreds, leaving Vert in just her lacy white bra and panties. Even her panties were ripping, as her ass grew further outwards. The goddess' butt cheeks squished against the back of the chair. Her bra too; the fabric around the hooks stretched further and further as her breasts grew.
Iris Heart breathed heavily. Spreading her legs, she hoisted herself up on top of Vert's stomach. She parked her fat ass right on it, causing Vert to let out a muffled cry. The sadist squeezed her fat thighs around Vert's stomach, letting Vert's belly fill the gap between Iris Heart's legs. The sadist's stomach stuck out so far, it squished around Vert's head.
Iris Heart reached her arms down, and found Vert's belly. She gave it a pat, then rubbed her hands along it. Slowly. Methodically.
"How does it feel, swine? Tell me how it feels!"
"MMM, MMmmm," Vert moaned, throwing her head up to the ceiling.
"I can't hear you!"
"MMMMM!"
"That's more like it. This is how alllll our friends you fattened felt." Licking her lips, Iris Heart cooed, "And yet..." She leaned forward, digging her belly further against Vert's head. "It feels wonderful, doesn't it? Don't worry, that feeling won't go away any time soon..."
Iris Heart wrapped Vert's hair around her index finger.
"Because you'll be my playmate for a nice, long time~"
"What's the matter, Vert? You're so sloooow~ Don't you want to see all our friends?" Plutia threw her arms in the air. "It's been months since we'd seen them, so we gotta huuurryyyy!"
"Haaa, haaa, j-just... Pardon me for one moment... Pheeew..."
Vert and Plutia stood on the stairs leading up to Compa's apartment. In the months that passed since Vert first became Plutia's "playmate," Vert had gained at an incredible rate, even faster than the other goddesses did. Vert's breasts swelled to be far larger than her head, yet they still retained their spherical shape. Her double rolled stomach stuck out nearly a yard in front of her, and drooped down low enough to rest on her feet. Her dress only covered her top roll, leaving her lower roll to bounce and jiggle with the goddess' every step. Naturally, without a competent dress to cover it, Vert's panties were on full display, splayed across her rear. With each butt cheek large enough to fill one gaming chair all by itself, they left countless rips and tears across her panties. Vert's hips were massive as well, seeing as they had grown even wider than Plutia's. They split the sides of her skirt, leaving her flabby, wide thighs exposed. Countless dimples lined their sides. Her knees were rendered invisible under all that flab. Even her face had a triple chin, with a fourth one starting to form. Sweat beat down her forehead as she huffed and puffed.
Plutia tilted her head to the side, frowning. Her cheeks dimpled. "Something wrong?"
Vert shook her head, then pointed at the door. "No, let's continue..."
"Ehehe, you're so obedient~"
Vert half closed her eyes. "..."
Plutia waddled up the stairs, then threw open the door. "After you!" She stuck her head in. "Neppy! She's here~!"
Plutia squeezed inside, and Vert stood in the doorway, peering in. "Is everyone really he-" Vert's eyes widened. Eyebrows twitching, a bead of sweat dripped down her face. "Oh, my..."
"Ahh, there she is!" Neptune waddled forward, grinning. "Oooooh, you're in trouble now~"
"I'm sorry, Vert, I told them not to, but..." Nepgear sighed, sending a ripple through her tummy. "The best I could do was get them to agree to do this only once."
"But, umm... You kind of brought it on yourself, you know? Making my sister so angry is..." Uni shuddered, causing her butt cheeks to ripple.
"I've been waiting a loooong time for this day," Noire growled, throwing her head back. The motion sent her breasts jiggling. She cracked her knuckles.
Eyes glowing red, Blanc grit her teeth. Her trembling fists caused her belly to wobble ever so slightly. "I'd pound your sorry ass into the pavement with my hammer, but under all that blubber, I don't think you'd even feel it." She held up her hand, showing off the object within her vice grip. "So this will have to do instead."
Histoire crossed her arms. A blood vessel popped on her forehead. "Honestly, if you ask me, it's long overdue."
All of them had silverware in one hand. ...And a plate overflowing with food in the other.
Plutia patted Vert's rear. Vert's butt jiggled slightly, causing a few more rips to appear across her panties. "Have fun, you guys~" Plutia vanished in a flash of light.
"Um..." Vert tilted her head to the side, smiling. "Is it too late to say I didn't mean it?"
"..."
"..."
Vert sighed. Blushing, she muttered, "I guess I can handle just one more time..." She opened her mouth wide.
"But do hurry, before I get too hungry."
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[Wii Fit] I Try A Game While Fat?! (Kizuna Ai WG)
Ai Games
Standing in her virtual white space world, Kizuna Ai bowed at the viewer. With her trademark cheery voice, she chirped, " Hai domo , Virtual Youtuber Kizuna Ai desu !" Straightening up with a bounce, she stared at the viewer. "Minna-san ..." Holding out her arms away from her, she closed her eyes and nodded her head. "Do you notice anything different about me~?"
One would have to be blind to say otherwise. For rather than her lean figure, Ai-chan was now 794 pounds. Bulbous, watermelon sized boobs pushed tightly against her top, to the point where it wrapped around and under her breasts so firmly one would think it a bra. They stretched her camisole low, revealing a good deal of cleavage. Being sleeveless, her top left the sides of her boobs completely exposed. This made it quite apparent that Ai-chan didn't bother to wear a bra today. A gigantic, ovular gut shot out from her waist, surpassed her knees entirely, and reached down to her ankles. Doughy and bouncy, her belly took on two large rolls, with the bottom one being the larger of the two. Her belly-button was nowhere to be found, presumably buried deep within the crevice where the two rolls met. At her sides were billowing, triple layered love handles. And with her top acting as her bra, these impressive her belly and love handles were left completely exposed, free to jiggle to their heart's content with her every sway and step. Even Ai-chan's face ballooned a little, with her cheeks plump and her chin turning into a triple.With a grin, Ai-chan turned around to show off her rear in all it's glory. Forget doorways, she'd have trouble fitting through even double doors! The slits on her shorts turned into huge horizontal tears, revealing her fat thighs underneath. The rest of her shorts seemed nigh painted on against her curvy hips and titanic ass. Speaking of her rear, her monstrous butt cheeks were each larger than yoga balls, jam packed so tightly into her shorts that they left countless tiny tears in them.
Groping her own butt, sinking her fingers deeply into her fluff, Ai-chan boasted, "Eh heh, sugoi desho?" Turning back to the viewer, she threw her hands into the air. "In case you haven't noticed, I installed a mod that made me suuuuuper big!" Tilting her head to the side, Ai-chan half closed her eyes. She cried in a nasally voice, "'But Ai-chan, why would you ruin your gorgeous, beautiful body like this?! You're so cute!'" Putting her hands on her hips (well, her love handles; she couldn't quite reach her hips), Ai-chan puffed out her chest. The motion sent a hearty bounce through them, pushing her camisole down even further. "...Is what you're all thinking, right? But don't worry! Your kawaii Ai-chan isn't going anywhere.
"K-Kyou wa desu ne, I'll be trying to lose weight the same way you humans do!" Huffing a bit, Ai-chan bent over. Her shorts clung painfully tightly against her butt cheeks as countless creases appeared around her crack. Her back pockets warped almost comically, looking more like rhombuses than squares. As for her belly, it squished against her thighs and even the floor. "Jaka, jaka, jakaaaa.... Jan!" As a sound effect played, Ai-chan held up a Wii Fit balance board with both hands. "*huff* With Wii Fit-o!" Hoisting the balance board in one hand, Ai-chan patted her exposed belly. Ripples shot out across it's vast, fleshy surface. "And with this special mod installed, we'll be able to test just how effective N*tendo's game really is based on how much weight I lose! Soredewa, haji-me yo~"
Scrolling the cursor across the minigame choices, Ai-chan stepped onto the Balance Board. "Hmm, there's so many options... Ah!" Leaning forward, she read aloud, "'Steppu... Beh... Behsiic'?" Half closing her eyes, Ai-chan rested her hand on her breast. "Ma ... I'm such a genius that I don't NEED to play anything 'basic,' but if it's just for the first mini game..." Clicking it, she chirped, "Let's start-o!"
A textbox appeared, stating: "Step to the front, back, left and right to help improve your sense of rhythm." "Sounds easy enough, for a Super AI like me." As the screen depicted Kizuna Ai's Mii (which she earlier declared, "Cute, but still nowhere near the level of the real thing!") standing on a stage, feet icons appeared to the left and right of a picture of the balance board. When cheery music began to play, Ai-chan let out little gasps as she began hopping backwards, forwards, and to the side as the game instructed. "Uwah, it started already?!"
Every jump sent a ripple through Ai-chan's exposed thighs, slowly but surely spreading the horizontal tear along her thighs even wider. Even her belly flopped up and down, it's double rolls smacking into one another noisily. It went without saying, but her breasts bounced and jiggled all over the place. With a cry, Ai-chan leaned forwards and backwards after every jump, missing several step icons in the time it took her to regain her balance.
Virtual (?) sweat poured down Ai-chan's forehead as she began to shuffled her feet back and forth instead of hopping. Breathing heavily, she gasped, "Ha, ha... S-Surely, I must have lost a hundred pounds by now..."
With a moan, she stepped off the balance board entirely, opting to tap her right foot against the board instead. Even for left foot icons. As for double feet inputs, she just ignored those. Throwing her head back, whined, "Ahhhh, N*ntendo, if Wii Fit can do this to a Super AI on the first game, then this has to be the bes-nani?!"
The score board displayed one out of five stars. Knitting her eyebrows, Ai-chan whined, "Ahhhh, but I wanted to get it on my first try! Mou-ikkai." Stepping both feet on the balance board, Ai-chan glanced down at her thick, sweaty arms. "Yappari... I can't..." Hiking up her shorts (only succeeding in sending her butt cheeks into a bouncing frenzy, without actually moving the skin-tight shorts up an inch), she whined, "Really... Move too well. ...Haaaaah, forget it. Next game!"
A text box popped up: "Clear the space around you and make sure you warm up before exercising."
Glancing to the side, Ai-chan muttered, "Ma, there's nothing else in the Virtual World, so..."
Leaning forward again, Ai-chan brushed her bangs off of her sweaty forehead. Skimming the minigame options menu, she called, "Ah, what's this? 'Taight roppu crossingu?'"
The description read: "Walk in place to cross the tightrope. Bend and straighten your knees to jump."
Widening her eyes, Ai-chan leaned back. "Jumping-u?!" Without paying attention to the screen, she clicked to start. Glancing down, she tapped her foot on the Wii Balance Board. "Can this thing really handle that?" Pressing and squishing her hands into her belly, Ai-chan leaned forward with a frown. "Oomph, I can't even see my toes..." Blinking, Ai-chan continued to squeeze and grope her belly, as though she were kneading dough. "Ehhh, this actually feels kind of nice~" She then dug her hands under her breasts and hoisted them up. "Oooomph, they have a good weight to them now..."
Yet by looking away, she failed to notice the text box warning: "Make sure you do not jump on the Wii Balance Board."
The screen depicted two skyscrapers, with a thin rope connecting the roofs. On one roof stood Ai-chan's Mii. Creeping down the tightrope before Ai-chan was a strange black object, opening and snapping it's mouth shut. "Eh? Nani sore? Is that a dog-chan's head or something? Kawaii~"
A message box instructed her to walk in place, so with an, "Ah, like this?" Ai-chan lifted one leg after the other. Every time she did, a resounding boom echoed. Whenever she lifted a leg, her knee dug into the back of her belly's bottom roll. Whenever she'd slam her foot down, the sudden motion would send her tummy rippling and bouncing. Oblivious to the shaking of the Virtual World around her, Ai-chan continued pounding one foot after another as though she were a very rambunctious one-woman marching band. She huffed and puffed, her breathing growing more and more laborious with every step she took. It didn't take long for sweat to appear on her forehead again.
Her Mii dutifully waltzed down the tightrope. When she came halfway across, the "dog-chan" approached Ai-chan's Mii. "Ah, this is where you jump, right?" Puffing out her cheeks, Ai-chan let out a grunt as she squatted. "Mmmph..." Her thighs trembled, sending tiny ripples across her fat. With a cry, she pushed off the Wii Balance Board, suspending her in the air. For one precious second, that 750+ pound mass of Ai-chan floated in the air, her entire body's fleshy fat dangling and rippling.
...Then she came crashing down onto the Balance Board with a poignant 'crunch.'
In the meantime, Ai-chan's Mii went sailing off the rope and down the long trip to the ground beneath the rope. "Ehhh?! Why? I jumped, I... Ah..." Wiping at her forehead with one hand, Ai-chan fanned her face with the other. "Ah, oof... This is... Much harder than it should be..." Throwing up her head with her eyebrows knit, Ai-chan cried, "Demo! A Super AI can't be defeated this easily! One more game!"
Ai-chan backpedaled to the yoga menu.
"Yoga... That's the thing where you humans move in crazy uncomfortable poses while pretending it's relaxing, right?" Eyes widening, Ai-chan stifled a laugh as she looked down at herself. "C-Chotto... That's going to be..."
The screen depicted a woman standing in a gym studio. "Let's take a look at the Rowing Squat."
"Oh, it's started!" Looking back up, Ai-chan straightened her back and planted her arms firmly at her sides. Yet with her billowing love handles and wide hips, her arms were left slanted up against her as opposed to straight down.
"First, watch me as I do this exercise. Stand with your feet at about a shoulder's width apart."
"Like this? Mmph..." Knitting her eyebrows, Ai-chan spread out her legs. Holding back a laugh, Ai-chan muttered, "Ah, my legs are so big that if I do that..." Her feet are completely off the Balance Board.
"Stick your bottom out and bend your knees about 120 degrees. As you do so, pull your arms in and to your sides."
"Are you trying to kill me?!"Glancing over her shoulder, Ai-chan looked at her butt. The two round orbs, packed tightly into her incompetent shorts, completely filled her vision. "How am I supposed to stick this out?"
Grunting, she bent forward, hoisting her rear into the air. Some frightening ripping noises assaulted her ears. The tiny tears from before grew wider and wider, and new rips spread out from around her crack. Red in the face from the effort, Ai-chan puffed out her cheeks as she pulled her arms as close as she could to her meaty sides.
"Doing this exercise regularly can tighten your thigh and back muscles."
"Mmph, what muscles?!"
"Keep your knees behind your toes to avoid strain."
Breathing heavily, Ai-chan yelled, "It's a little too late for that!"
"Try to keep your balance within the blue area. Try counting out loud! One, two. One, two. One, two."
Ai-chan began alternating between squatting and standing. Somewhere along the way, she forgot to rest her arms at her sides, leaving her doing half hearted squats instead of yoga. Every time she bent down, her shorts ripped a little more. With barely any fabric remaining in the back, the shorts material wrapped around her thighs began to split as well. Every shift from standing to squatting sent her belly bouncing, her two rolls smacking against one another and the floor, creating what sounded like a repeated round of applause. Her face and shirt dripping with sweat, Ai-chan's eyes widened as she sucked in (virtual?) air repeatedly.
Just before her shorts tore off completely, the trainer announced, "Well done!"
Swallowing repeatedly and gasping in air, Ai-chan rested her hands on her belly and looked up at the screen. Forgetting to stand, she remained squatted over, her butt hoisted into the air. "That... Had to be the best performance, right...? Five stars! No, six!"
A text box appeared, stating: " 0 Points. Couch Potato."
"Looks like you're not quite strong enough to tackle this exercise properly yet. Try to train a little every day to help build the strength you need."
Knitting her eyebrows, Ai-chan shouted, "Fuck you!!"
She heard something crack under her feet. "E-Ehh?" Backing up, Ai-chan looked down at the Balance Board. "It's BROKEN!?"
Split clean into two pieces, the Wii Fit Balance Board had a large dent in the middle. As though a meteor fell on it. "It can't even handle fat people?! The WEIGHT LOSS game? This is the most useless thing you ever put out, N*ntendo! Worse than the Virtual Boy!" Grabbing the sides of her belly, Ai-chan shook it up and down. "I haven't even lost a single pound!"
Sighing, Ai-chan half closed her eyes. "Ma... At least I can return to my normal, adorable self now. Uninstalling mod."
...
...
Nothing happened.
Eyes wide as she began to sweat again, Ai-chan muttered, "...Are?"
*Outro music plays*
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The Amusement Pudge Theme Park!
In homes all across Japan, TVs played a bright, colorful commercial.
Three frowning kids walk through a desolate, gray amusement park. Trash on the ground. Tumbleweeds roll by. Not another guest in sight.
The kids pull out a park map.
"Only THREE rides?"
"And no food stands..."
"Are you tired of old, tiny amusement parks?"
The TV cuts to a roaring roller coaster, with booth seats wide enough to seat four people. The guests scream as they drop down a dip. The cart is colored with cartoony explosions, and the rails are bright yellow. "Then get ready for Amusement Pudge, the BIGGEST park you'll ever see!"
"Wow, cool!" The three kids from before ran into the park. One pointed at the roller coaster.
"Hey, look at that!" Another pointed to a massive log as it splashed into the water, sending water flying everywhere.
"No, look at THAT!" The third kid pointed to rows upon rows of food stands, displaying kettle corn, cotton candy, corn dogs, and countless other things.
"WOW!"
One of the kids turns to another. "Hey! Let's invite all our friends! Tell them the biggest amusement park around will knock their socks off!"
"Ah, ha, yeah!"
Small white text flashed on the screen as the kids high-fived. "ACTOR PORTRAYAL OF A VISIT AT AMUSEMENT PUDGE. MAY NOT REFLECT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE."
A rather fat woman in a suit smiled at the camera. "I hope everyone comes to Amusement Pudge!" The camera zoomed out to show the woman standing in the middle of four other fat girls. "Our many mascots are waiting for you~!"
A super fast voice said: "Mustbefourteenyearsoroldertovisitwithoutadultsupervision.Heightrestrictionsapply.Besuretoconsultparkrepresentativesbeforegettingonarideifpregnant.AmusementPudgeisnotresponsibleforunexpecteddiscoveriesofpreferencesforlargerwomen."
"Uh, umm, please come on this ride, it's really great..."
Tea-tan waddled back and forth in front of the Tubby Cups ride, like a mother in a hospital lobby awaiting news on her son. People walked past; looking at their phones, talking with friends, or being dragged away by pointing and laughing children. Anything but paying attention to Tea-tan.
This park mascot had caramel colored hair that fell halfway down her back. Her wide, cocoa eyes gazed at every passerby. She wore a beige colored short-sleeved t-shirt, and a white skirt that reached down to her knees. Yet with her height barely reaching four feet and seven inches, that didn't mean much.
Like all the other mascots, it was no secret that Tea-tan was rather fat. A large, single rolled oval of a belly rested down to her knees, poking out from the bottom of her skirt. It pushed up her shirt to just beneath her flat breasts, yet she did manage to hike her skirt halfway up her belly. This left a long strip of fatty fluff exposed, the top half covered by her shirt, and the bottom her skirt. Meaty, single rolled love handles spilled out her sides, unconstrained by either her shirt or skirt. Thick back rolls spilled onto and rested atop her hefty butt. Between her rear and hips, it was impossible for Tea-tan to sit in a chair with arms. Lastly, considering her overall weight, her thighs weren't all that thick. Just a little flabby. And her face barely took on any fat, except for her pudgy little cheeks. With how her weight was distributed in a perfect circle all around her waist, poor Tea-tan looked like she was always wearing a life preserver ring. A BIG life preserver ring.
"And, and there's no line!" Tea-tan cried, holding her hands to her chest. "So you can go as many times as you want! It might make you dizzy, but, um... That's part of... the fun?"
Several teenage girls turned to look at her. Tea-tan flashed her brightest smile, eyes shining. They glanced at the ride. Then back at Tea-tan. "...Pft." They walked away.
"Uuuuuu," Tea-tan cried. "If they just gave it a try, I'm sure they'd understand..." She leaned against the Tubby Cups' ride platform, then slid down to the ground. Her butt squished against it, seeping out against the wall. She sniffed a few times.
"It's a lot of fun, guys, I promiiiise..." She lifted up her belly, then buried her face in it.
"Umm... I could give it a try. I guess."
Tea-tan's head snapped up. "Uwah?!" Before her stood a boy in his late teens. Tea-tan sniffed, her eyes shining. "R-Really...?"
His eyes darted from Tea-tan's face to her belly. It was squishing deeply against her knees, seeping out from under her skirt. "W-Well, I, uh, guess you could say I like tea cups. ....Yeaaaah..."
Tea-tan stood up with a few huffs, "Ah, um, I..." Face red, she looked up at him. "Manager-tan won't let a ride run for just one customer, s-so..." Poking the tips of her fingers together and turning her heel in the ground, she whispered, "Umm, can I ride with you?"
The boy's face turned even redder. His back straight, arm snapped to his side, and giving a salute, he shouted, "Yes, Ma'am, please do!"
"W-Why are you saluting?!"
"Manager-tan warned me about the perverts. Ah have to stay vigilant!" Flume-tan thought.
Log Flume-tan was a new addition to the park's staff, as made apparent by the park's logo on her crisp, new shirt and the small earpiece. Her brown hair (the color of an oak tree) was styled in braids and covered by the wide-brim, straw hat perched on her head. She was dressed full length denim suspenders, a park t-shirt, and leather riding boots. Her suspenders were a little tight, so tight in fact that they dug into her belly and ass. Her breasts were large, but not large enough garner more interest than the rest of her body. Specifically, her belly was fairly large and divided up into two large rolls. The smaller of the two rolls folded slightly over her cavernous belly button. Her belly drooped downwards, forming a large bulge in her suspenders and pushing them outwards. Her love handles and thighs were fairly small, unlike many of her co-workers, and didn't really get in the way of everyday tasks. Her rear on the other hand was pretty large. It extended a fair distance behind her. Between how far her ass and belly protruded, her suspender straps were getting quite the workout.
"Ah"m always bumping into things. Ah really need to be more careful," Flume-tan pondered as she munched on some celery. She always had a celery stalk in hand, and when she finished one, she'd quickly replace it with one of the many that filled her pockets. Though her pockets were essentially painted on from being pushed tightly against her overflowing body.
"Mah break is in 15 minutes, might as well work as hard as Ah can 'til then," Flume-tan asserted. She continued to hobble around the park.
"Come and ride the Lard Flume, it's really fun, you get real wet!" Flume-tan heard someone advertising.
"Wait, why is someone doing mah job? ....Wait, wet?! Doh, she must be another pervert. Honestly, can't some people go a minute without talking about sex!" Flume-tan huffed. Flume-tan continued to walk around the park, her belly flailing around, hitting passerby.
Flume-tan overheard someone else: "No, you need to pull down on the rod, hard, until it clicks into place."
"H-hard? R-rod? C-click? What are they talking about? Why is everyone here so lewd!" Flume-tan yelled, throwing her hands in the air. She tried to make her way back to the Lard Flume, but ended up going to the wrong end of the ride.
"Am Ah lost again? Oh no, what if a deviant finds me!" Flume-tan exclaimed with a frown, her belly undulating and butt jiggling as she waddled around rapidly.
She stood ended at the end of the Lard Flume, right as a log crashed into the water. The ensuing waves splashed all over her.
"Ohh, what am Ah going to do now? Ah'm all wet... Mah shirt's really stickin' and these suspenders are so gosh darned tight." Flume-tan complained. Her shirt became nigh transparent, fully displaying her bra and her undulating belly through it. She tugged at a bit of fabric, only for it to snap back in place, sending ripples through her fat.
"W-wet? S-s-ticky? T-tight? Help, this Onee-san's a pervert! She wants to molest me!" A boy screamed as he ran off.
"Wait! Come back! Why are ya runnin' away?" Flume-tan shouted.
She slapped her cheeks, causing her belly and ass to ripple. With a sigh, she muttered, "Well, that kid was weird, time to get back to work."
"But I'm working hard to promote the ride! I brought all these people here." Roller-tan whined. She stood at the front of the line to the Blubber Coaster.
"Are you on break AGAIN?" Albert, the ride's manager, replied with a shake of his head.
"How many times are you going to keep trying to get on this ride? You haven't gotten any taller."
"Ugh, he still thinks I'm too short? Who does he think he's talking too? Shows what he knows, I'm not a kid," huffed Roller-tan.
Roller Coaster-tan was one of the park's staff, a fact the big, colorful park logo on her shirt and earpiece in her ear made clear to passerby. Aside from that she was dressed in a short sleeved t-shirt with stripes and a pair of jean shorts with striped leggings. She had blond hair that was tipped with bright red highlight streaks. Her hair was put up in twin-tails and held together with scrunchies shaped like roller coaster carts. But, her shirt didn't fit very well, in fact, it hardly fit at all thanks to her huge belly. Her tummy was one large roll that peeked out from under her shirt and revealed a very deep belly button. The large roll completely covered her waist. Naturally this caused her shirt to roll up to just below her breasts. Her breasts were also fairly large, though not too extreme; just large enough to be noticeable. Her chest heaved back and forth whenever she walked. Her hips and thighs were also very impressive; her jean shorts barely made it halfway up her ass. The world was given a clear view of her striped panties. The girl's hips were large enough to give her trouble with turnstiles.
"And why did everyone look at me so weird this morning, anyway? I just got stuck in the turnstile like I usually do." Pouting, she gave her hip a slap, sending a jiggle through her rear. "My hips brushed against its side and I got stuck, simple as that. Some guy even had the nerve to take a picture!" Roller-tan thought, panting as she waddled throughout the park.
"What kind of idiot would bother walking around the whole park, anyway? Everyone knows the roller coasters are the best." Roller-tan pondered as she made her lap around the track and taking a place in line once again.
"How stupid can that idiot at the front be? I've got boobs for Thompson's sake! Why won't he let me on the ride?"
*GRRrrroooOOOwwwWlll.* Roller-tan blushed.
"The line's not too long, I guess I could step out for a quick snack..." Roller-tan quickly (as fast as a girl her size can, anyway) made her way to a corn dog stand. She reached into her back pocket with great difficulty and, after inadvertently feeling up her ass, managed to extract enough change for a dozen corn dogs.
She slowly made her way back to the line, munching on the corn dogs. Her belly undulated as she walked, slapping against her thighs with each step. But she wasn't paying attention; all that was on her mind were the roller coaster and her corn dogs.
"Oooof, hey! Watch where you're going," Roller-tan looked up at the person that she bumped into. All she saw was boobs.
"This Onee-san has really big ones. I want boobs that big!" Roller-tan complained to herself.
"Ehh? Oh! Are you lost little one? Did you get separated from your parents?" The short haired redhead with the big rack asked.
"No, I'm okay, just going to the roller coaster line. Do I look like a child!" Roller-tan exclaimed as she grabbed her boobs. Lifting them up, she groped them, feeling their fat seep between her fingers.
"Well, if you're sure..."
"Yes, I am," Roller-tan snapped. The busty redhead walked away.
"Now to get back in line," Roller-tan grumbled. She then turned back around towards the line while devouring her 6th corn dog.
"Huh? When did the line get so long?! Now I'll never get to ride it." Roller-tan sunk to her knees in defeat, but didn't drop her corndogs.
Perking her head up, she shoved another corndog in her mouth. "Mmmph, well, at least I've still got my corn dogs."
"Haaaa... Haaaaa..." Sweat dripped off of Kuma-tan's forehead as she peered through the tiny peep holes in her brown bear suit. Every movement of her head and turn of her body resulted in an ominous "*shriiiirp!*" sound.
Her black hair was pulled back in a tiny ponytail, and she had matching black eyes. Wrapped around her body were a (once) white tank top and matching short shorts. Both so tight they might as well have been painted on.
And looking at her, it was no wonder why. This park mascot had a mighty sphere of a belly that stuck out in front of her farther than a grocery cart in front of a shopper. It forced her shirt up and under her C-cup breasts. With how much she was sweating, her shirt was soaked. Her hips were wide enough to constantly rub against the sides of her bear suit, even though the suit was wide enough to hold three people. Her shorts were splayed across her bulging butt so tightly they looked more like tiny panties than shorts. With her butt collecting plenty of sweat too, her shorts weren't any less drenched than her shirt. At least with her legs being bare, they had slightly more ventilation.
"*huff*, *huuuuff*," Kuma-tan breathed. "It's so... Hoooot..."
*shrrrrRIIP!*
Red in the face, Kuma-tan snapped her mouth shut and inhaled through her nose as sharply as she could. Her mighty belly slowly sank in a little bit, allowing her some room to move in the bear suit. "Ohhh, that feels so much better," she thought. "I'd breathe a sigh of relief, but..." Her eyes darted around the suit, gazing at the patched up holes and tears. "...I don't think this bear suit can handle my tummy shooting out again."
A distant voice snapped Kuma-tan out of her thoughts. "Mommy, look, look! It's a teddy bear! Can I have her balloon, pleeeeaase?"
"All right, all right, but just one."
"Yaaaay!"
A smile lit up Kuma-tan's face. Waddling as she caaaarefully put one foot in front of the other, sending a ripple through her hearty belly with every step, she made her way towards the child. Silently, she handed him a red balloon. "Hehee, just like the color of his shirt~" she thought.
"Ahaha, how'd you know? Red's my favorite color!"
Kuma-tan raised her pawed bear hand to her mouth. "Shhhh," she thought. "Don't question it. It's the magic of being at an amusement park!"
The mother took the child's hand and began walking away. The kid watched Kuma-tan as he left, still smiling.
The sight just warmed her hea-
*shiirp!*
Eyes widening, Kuma-tan sucked in her belly as far as she could. The ripping sound stopped. "Pheeeew. Close call..." she thought as sweat dripped down her forehead again. She blinked. "Eh?"
The kid ran back up to her! He wrapped his arms around her tummy. "Thank you."
"Awwww~!" Kuma-tan breathed, a huge smile on her face.
Wait.
Breathed?
*shhhhIIIRRRRPP*
The boy frowned up at her. "T-Teddy?"
Face going completely red, Kuma-tan gulped. She could feel the fabric of the kid's shirt against her tummy.
This was going to be a long work day.
"We're coming to you live from the Amusement Pudge theme park, where we're going to have a short interview with the park manager," a reporter announced. Her, a cameraman, and Manager-tan stood at the entrance to the park. Guests milled about in the background, occasionally stealing glances of Manager-tan's hips.
The camera panned on Manager-tan, who bellowed, "Hello, hello, welcome to Amusement Pudge, the fattest theme park you'll ever visit!"
The reporter raised an eyebrow. "Don't you mean biggest?'"
"I stand by what I said."
Manager-tan was a dressed in a tuxedo. The shirt being a normal white button down shirt with a bow tie. With black dress pants and a two tailed coat. But none of that fit her too well. Her breasts were very, very large. She unbuttoned the upper few buttons of her shirt. With massive boobs comes huge cleavage. In Manager-tan's case it was big enough that her bow tie, long abandoned, got lost in it. Her coat was unbuttonable. She had a small potbelly, that pooled slightly above her waist and very small love handles. Her hips on the other hand were very large. Birthing hips that gave her trouble with doorways.
"We should really make those turnstiles bigger, I mean Roller-tan got stuck this morning like I did," Manager-tan thought as she rubbed her hammy hands down the sides of her ripping pants.
Clearing her throat, the reporter called, "So, Manager-tan. Tell us about some of the attractions."
"We have a lot of rides here but our most popular are: the Blubber Coaster, the Tea Cups, and the Lard Flume!"
"Can you tell us what's popular about those rides?" The camera pans onto her cleavage.
"Well, Roller-tan always gets stuck in the turnstiles, Flume-tan thinks everyone's always being raunchy, Tea-tan has the biggest butt you've ever seen, and Kuma-tan's belly is literally bursting out of her suit!" Manager-tan's boobs flailed as she bounced on her heels with her excitement.
"Well, I asked about why the rides are popular and not why they're fat.... Besides, isn't Kuma-tan your mascot?"
"Well, they're all like family to me; they're the kids and I'm the mother! So I take care of them, make sure their well fed." Manager-tan said while slapping her belly. Her thighs rippled. The camera tilted downwards again, lost in her cleavage, then quickly panned upwards.
"Honey, if you want a private interview, you'll have to come back later," Manager-tan all but whispered with a wink at the cameraman.
The reporter glanced at her watch, then back to Manager-tan. "Can we get back on topic, please?"
"Hey, you look a little big yourself. A little on the small side, though. You need a job?" The camera pans onto the reporter. She was wearing a white blouse and black pencil skirt that was painted due to her huge ass. The camera caught it rippling while she backed away in surprise. Her hips were also fairly large, though smaller than Manager-tan's, and her belly was oval shaped. Her breasts were pretty small.
Red in the face, she sputtered, "W-What are you saying...?! This interview is about the park not me!"
"Hee, hee, that wasn't a 'no.'" The camera pans back onto Manager-tan as she patted the reporter's tummy. It jiggled upon contact. "Welcome everyone to Amusement Pudge~!"
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Dead Man's Feast (Higurashi Horror WG)
Author's note: this story contains many elements of horror. Readers that suffer from anxiety or depression should not read this story. Those who are easily scared should not, either. This story does not contain much graphic horror, and instead focuses on psychological horror. Please exercise caution.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. A quiet yet persistent piercing sound seems to fill my ears. Vision turns hazy.
I don't have to turn around. I already know.
He's here.
Or maybe he's always been here.
The piercing noise escalates, interrupted only by the sound of slow footfalls. His eyes bare into my back.
Now his arms crawl up my body. He breeeeeeathes in my ear. Digs his claws into my eyes. Pries them open. Forces me to gaze at this perversion of my own self.
"This is my body now."
The body Oyashiro-sama has marked.
"Mii, left foot, blue!"
"Hrnnk, man, I'm not an acrobat! I can't..."
"Ahaha, what's the matter, Kei-chan? Losing confidence already?"
"Ohohoho! If you want to quit, feel free! You don't have a chance of beating me, anyway."
"Curse you, Satoko. That's the circle, nngh, I was gonna take!"
"Oh, was it? What a shame."
"Rena! Give me that circle. Please take a different one. I'm not wearing a tutu into town again!"
"Heh, heh, who said it'd be a tutu this time? It might be something even woooorse."
"Renaaaaaa, help me!"
"Auuu, Rena would love to help you, Keiichi-kun... But she can't move very well, maybe."
"Hee, hee, it seems Rena-chan has this in the bag. Nipahhh~"
"N-Not you too, Rika-chan..."
I hear Keiichi-kun fumble around behind me, inches from, well, my ba-donk-a-donk. With my arms spread out in a V on the Twister mat and my legs in a similar fashion, my rear is left suspended in the air. ...A fact that doesn't help my poor clubmates...
I've gotten a little bigger recently. Well... Okay, a lot bigger. I'm wide enough to have trouble fitting through the clubroom door without help. Even if I turned sideways. My breasts grew from their fairly impressive size (e-even if they couldn't compare to Shion-chan, they still weren't bad!) to each one being the size of my head! My poor collar is super stretched out, leaving me with some embarrassingly low cleavage. What once was my cute school shirt now acted like a second bra for my breasts. And my belly, hauuuu... I-It spills all the way down to just below my knees when standing. It splits in the middle, forming two big rolls. Rolls so big, Mi-chan almost buried Rika-chan in there. The memory leaves my face red. Right now, my belly is spread out across the Twister mat under me, completely filling the space. Even the gap in my thighs. Oooof, speaking of my thighs, they were really big... And curvy... And full of dimples. Thank goodness I don't wear leggings as part of my school uniform. But I do wear a skirt. Kind of. It doesn't really cover anything, though. My, um, butt was too big. It pushes up my skirt completely, leaves rips in every pair of panties I put on, and keeps bunching up what fabric of the panties remains. Keiichi-kun is right behind me... I can only hope he's not looking. That would be... Face going red, I lower my head. This squishes my double chin out. Ooooh, to think I even have a double chin... I really am super fat, aren't I?
I shake my head furiously. No, no, you're fluffy, not fat. You can't be sad, Rena. You're happy! Big and happy. Like a big teddy bear! A teddy bear Keiichi-kun would want to hug! Yes, that's it!
"Right arm, nano-desu! And green!" Rika stands on the sidelines, a big smile on her face as she watches everyone scramble about.
"Nngh, why aren't you playing with us, Rika-chan?"
Rika-chan turns to Satoko-chan, opening her mouth. But Keiichi-kun cries, "Ahahaha, are you kidding, Satoko? Rika can't play; if Rena fell on her, she'd crush her!"
"Hauuuu, Keiichi-kun, you're so mean!"
"And what about me?!" Satoko-chan cries as Keiichi-kun smacks a green circle with his palm before she can.
"Heh, heh, you?" Keiichi-kun half closes his eyes, grinning. "Rena can crush you. Go on, sit on her Rena. Show her what for!"
Red in the face, Satoko-chan and I shout, "T-That's not funny!"
Looking over my shoulder, I see Satoko-chan's foot shoot out backwards towards Keiichi-kun. Right towards his... I wince and shut my eyes. Something crunches.
"Guuuaahhhh!" I glance back again. Keiichi-kun's eyes rolled back in his head. He let go of his holdings on the circles, sending him falling forward.
"U-Uwaaaaahhh!"
My eyes shoot wide open as my entire body lurches forward! My breasts bounce, and my belly squishes against the floor even deeper, brushing up against Satoko-chan's arm. But most importantly, I feel Keiichi-kun's head smack into my butt. It wobbles like crazy, and ripping sounds fill the air as my panties rip more and more. He lets out a "MMMMFF!" like a guy with a bag over his head would, as his head gets b-buried in-between my...
My hands slip out from under me, and I slam my head into the floor along with the rest of my body. *bwooomf!* Poor Satoko-chan is knocked right off her feet. The entire club room shakes.
Eyes spinning, it feels like steam rises from my ears as I mutter, "I-I'm so sorry everyone, everyone...!"
Keiichi-kun snaps his head up with an audible pop, letting out a gasp. "Pwaaaa!" He grabs his head. "I'm... I'm alive!"
I puff out my red, pudgy cheeks. You don't have to be so cold about it, Keiichi-kun...
"Ahaha, you may be alive..." Mi-chan stands up, eyes sparkling. "But you three are in MY hands now."
"W-We just awakened a terror far worse than death...!"
Satoko-chan throws her arms to her sides. "N-No! I had this in the bag!"
"Mii, sorry Satoko-chan! But Shi-chan is the winner~"
I sit down on my big butt, planting it firmly into the ground. It smooshes out a little from all the pressure I put on it, but I'm not going to let it cause any more trouble. Keiichi-kun and Satoko-chan sit next to me, bowing their heads like Mi-chan is an angry god.
"Ehehehehe... Now, what shall I do to you?" Mi-chan walks in a circle around us, occasionally poking the back of our heads. "Shall I doodle embarrassing things on your faces with magic marker? Bring out the tutus again? Hmm, maybe a wedding dress would be better for Kei-chan this time, since he's already had the pleasure of being a pretty little ballerina." Keiichi-kun shudders, sweat dripping down his forehead.
"...Or not!" Mi-chan lifts up a huuuuuge pair of red bloomers, and an equally large white t-shirt. She tosses them my way, and they land on my head.
"Oof."
"Rena, you'll be wearing a track suit all day!"
"Hauuuu!" I cry, sparkles in my eyes as I hold them out before me. "It's so cute! Rena wants to take it hoooome~"
"Well, you will get to take it home this time. This too," she adds, throwing me a headband with little cat ears attached.
"Ahaha, cat ears and a tracksuit?" Keiichi-chan laughs. "What's with that? Those don't go together at all!"
"I wouldn't laugh too much if I were you." Mion smirks as she threw bloomers at his face.
"Gah!"
"You're gonna be matching her!"
"Daaaaammmiiiitt!" Keiichi-kun yells, balling the bloomers up in his hand.
Satoko-chan puts her hand to her mouth. "Ohoho-"
"Annnnd you!" Mion forced the t-shirt over Satoko-chan's head.
"Pwah!" She grabs at the shirt, holding it out. "But this is beneath me! It's much more suited to you peasants."
"Psssh, you lost the game like the rest of them."
Rika-chan upturns her eyebrows. "It's regrettable, nano-desu. Especially since tonight's the Cotton Drifting Festival."
Keiichi-kun hangs his head. "A festival with the whole town there... Dressed like this? There goes my social life."
Satoko smirks. "What social life?"
I pat Keiichi-kun on the back. "It's okay, Keiichi-kun. There's always next year!"
"Ahhh, Rena. You're such a nice girl!" He pats me on the shoulder. My face flushes a bit. But why does he only notice me when he's joking around?
...I flashed him a small smile.
Keiichi-kun retracts his arm to rub his chin. "Wait."
"Huh?
He turns away from me. "'Cotton Drifting Festival'..." Upturning his eyebrows, he looks up at Mi-chan. "What kind of festival is that?!"
"Aaaaah, that's right, you wouldn't know would you, Kei-chan? You're really slipping today. First on the Twister mat, and now with your basic trivia of Hinamizawa."
He half closes his eyes. "Hey, I just moved her a month ago. Cut me some slack if I don't know every little thing."
"Mii, but it's not a little thing, Keiichi."
"Mm." I hold up one finger and smile. "We take the cotton out of worn-out blankets or padded kimonos, thank them, and hold a memorial service down the stream!"
"A memorial? For clothes?"
"Uh, uh. It's for the cotton inside them." Rika-chan smiles as she tilts her head. "Mii, the cotton absorbs all the negative energy from our bodies. Then we throw the cotton into the stream, to celebrate our god, Oyashiro-sama!"
"This all sounds fishy to me..."
Satoko-chan thows out her finger, crying, "How dare you doubt Rika-chan, peasant! She knows what she's talking about." Satoko-chan puffs out her chest. "She's on the festival executive committee."
Mi-chan half closes her eyes. "So why are you the one acting proud, then?"
"Ehh, is she really?!"
Rika-chan frowns and upturns her eyebrows. "I just put on a little ceremony by Oyashiro-sama's shrine. It's not that big a deal."
"Ahaha, don't worry, Keiichi-kun," I chirp. "You'll understand better once you're at the festival. It's so relaxing, so relaxing~"
"If you guys say so..."
"Eh? You're not going to the festival right away? But Mion said they have all the stands up already. Think of all the food!" Grinning, Keiichi-kun pokes my exposed belly a few times. "Heh, heh. Though then again, maybe you don't need any?"
I tug on the hem of my shirt, but it only snaps back against my breasts, making them bounce up and down. Uuuuu, Keiichi-kun, don't look...
The two of us are walking down the dirt path from school. The sun is waving goodbye to us as it turned all the clouds orange.
Poor Keiichi-kun is stuck with fuzzy cat ears on his head. They flop as he walks. His t-toned legs are exposed in those bloomers, and his track shirt occasionally flutters enough for me to see his fit abs. Ooooooh... I can't stop staring. My face flushes. I turn my head away, blinking rapidly.
I wish I look as good as he does in that outfit.
But the track shirt is even tighter on me than my school shirt, wrapping around and under my breasts tightly. If I took a few deep breaths, I'd probably rip the poor thing. And the cut... It's so low it probably dips halfway down my breasts. Not that my bloomers are any better. They bunched up completely up and into my butt, which left my rear bouncing as freely as it wanted.
"A-Ahaha, yeah, I need to go home for a bit."
"Well, if you say so..." Rubbing his chin, he mutters, "Come to think of it, you've been going home from club early a lot these days. Something up?"
"Don't worry about it~"
Keiichi-kun frowns as he glances at me. "That didn't answer my question."
I rub the back of my head, smiling as I upturn my eyebrows. "..."
A deeper voice than Keiichi-kun's calls out, "Oh, Rena-chan. Hello!"
"Ahh, Tomitake-san! Hello!" A few feet from us, Tomitake-san stands by a tree with his camera out. Birds fly away as soon as I run up to him. G-Guess I make a lot of noise when running anymore... "Uuuu, sorry."
"Ahaha, don't worry about it. There'll always be more birds somewhere." He blinks as he looks up and down my outfit. "Another one of you guy's punishment games?"
"Mm. Twister this time." I rub the back of my head. "I-I slipped on the mat..."
He smiles and holds up a fist. "Well, be sure to get back at them next game when you win, yes?"
I nod with a smile. "Yes! I won't lose, won't lose~"
"Rena, waaaait!" Keiichi-kun runs up to me, his cat ears flopping about.
"A friend of yours, Rena-chan?"
"Yes, yes! This is Keiichi-kun. Keiichi-kun, this is Tomitake-san. He's a tourist who visits a few times a year!"
Keiichi-kun bows his head. "Uhh, hello."
Tomitake-san dips his head down. "Nice to meet you."
Blinking, Keiichi-kun glances at the camera. "Oh, are you a photographer? I'm not sure what you're hoping to find in a small town like this. Nothing exciting ever happens here."
"Ahaha, I'm not so sure about that. At the very least, there's plenty of interesting birds, you know?"
Keiichi-kun makes a face. "No, I wouldn't."
"Ahahaha... Ahh... Yeah, I guess you wouldn't."
The three of us just stand there, staring for a bit.
But Tomitake-san slowly straightens his back. Smile melts. Glances around. "..." He looks over his shoulder. Eyes scanning the horizon, he asks quietly, "Are you kids alone?"
"Eh? Yeah, why?" Keiichi-kun raises his eyebrows.
"You should get going to the festival soon, if you can."
Keiichi-kun folds his hands behind his head. "We were already planning to. But why do we gotta hurry? Ooooh, is the town deity gonna get mad at me if I don't?"
"Oyashiro-sama," I whisper.
Cicadas begin chirping in the distance.
Tomitake-san tugs on the brim of his hat. "...I wouldn't joke about him, if I were you. You're new here, right?"
"I.. guess so? I just moved in a month ago."
"Have you heard of Oyashiro-sama's Curse yet?"
"Eh?"
Tomitake-san frowns. "I don't want to scare you, but... You should know." He takes a deep breath. "Seven to eight years ago, Hinamizawa was almost flooded due to the building of a dam."
"F-Flooded?! The whole town?"
"Believe me, the residents were shocked too. It even went to court, where corrupt dealings and scandals were discovered." He crosses his arms and lowers his head. "Eventually, construction was canceled because of it. That should have been the end of the story."
I whisper, the words pouring out of my mouth as though I were reciting a practiced speech, "But four years ago, on this same Cotton Drifting Festival, the foreman of the dam construction project was killed. His body... Was cut into pieces." I glance at Keiichi-kun. "People say Oyashiro-sama punished him. Punished him for trying to drown his people."
Keiichi-kun looks between the two of us, eyes wide. "T-This is some kind of bad joke, right?"
Tomitake-san shakes his head. "I wish it were. But ever since then, it's happened each year: someone always dies on the day of the festival, and someone else will disappear."
Keiichi-kun gulps.
Tomitake-san puts his hand on Keiichi-kun's shoulder. "But rest assured. You kids will be fine." His face breaks out into a smile. "So long as you're surrounded by adults, they'll protect you. Leave worrying about the bad stuff to us and have fun, okay?"
"R-Right..."
Tomitake-san grabs Keiichi-kun's wrist, and drops some coins in his open palm. "Here, for taking up your time on a holiday. Buy yourself a manju bun."
He walks off, waving to us. "I have to go. Maybe we'll meet again at the festival?"
"M-Maybe!" Keiichi-kun calls out, frowning as he glances between Tomitake-tan and the coins in his hand.
I half close my eyes. "Don't worry about all that, Keiichi-kun."
"Eh?"
I slowly smile up at him. "...Oyashiro-sama is always watching."
The cicadas cry louder.
"And he hasn't hurt any of us yet."
"Rena's hoooooome~!" I puff out my cheeks as I squeeze in through the doorway. Phew.
"O-Oh, Rena! I... Thought you'd be at the festival."
"Oh, no, Dad." I peer into the living room. My Dad is in the arms of Rina-san, lying on the couch. His mouth flaps open repeatedly. Rina-san just smiles up at me.
Every single day... Thinking I won't come home... Dressing with so much cleavage I'm surprised her shirt doesn't slide off...
I clench my fists as I smile back.
"Oh what's this, Reina-chan?" Rina-san gets up off Dad, then walks up to me with sways of her hips. "You can't be out dressed like that! Showing so much skin... You'll get cold."
I tilt my head and laugh. "Ahahaha! Rena's surprised you're saying that, Rina-san. Because Rena doesn't think that shirt fits you very well..." Glancing between Rina-san's face and her short shorts, I mutter, "It's a little loose, you know?"
"..." She smiles brightly. "Ehehe, you say the strangest things sometimes, kid."
My smile grows wider as I close my eyes.
Don't smile at me, Rina-san. Don't even talk to me. Don't stand in my house. Don't look at my Dad. I know, okay? I saw you with that horrible man in the Angel Mort cafe the other day.
"How's your husband in Hinamizawa?" the man had said, grinning. "How much do you think you can squeeze from out of him?"
"Listen to this." Rina-san had mirrored his smile. "I heard his ex-wife paid him a lot of consolation money... And it really does seem like he has a lot. He has about 50,000,000 yen in the bank. Since it's easy money, he's so generous. He buys me anything I want. Anything."
I half open my eyes, boring them into her. "..."
"W-Well," Dad stutters, getting up off the couch. "Um, Rena, Rina-san here just came over to invite me to go to the festival with her. We were going to meet you there, but... You should meet up with us
instead, when you can."
"Ahaha, of course, Dad~!" I walk up to him, letting my hips slam into Rina-san's side as I do.
"Gah!"
"Rena will just be in the kitchen for a bit. Then she'll go out and we'll have so much fun, so much fun!"
"Hrmph." Rina-san smiles at me as she interlocks arms with Dad. "Be careful, sweetie. It's dangerous on the night of the festival." She lifts her head slightly. "We wouldn't want anything happening to you."
My stomach churns with so much force, I have to hold back vomit. I clench my fists and force a smile. Through grit teeth, I chirp, "Thanks for the concern~"
"Bye, Rena. See you later!"
They walk out the door, closing it quietly.
Silence.
I start trembling. First my legs, then my arms. "Haaaa... HAAAAHHH..."
I smash my fist into a coffee table. A vase of flowers crashes into it, the glass shattering to pieces. Water spills across the table, wetting my wrist and dripping onto the floor.
"Concern? CONCERN?!" Shouting, I grab at my hair. Cat ears in the way. Throw them to the ground. "SHE WAS TELLING ME TO DIE!!" I back up. Legs hit into the table. Eyes widen so far it feels like they're going to pop out of my head. "Why... Why doesn't Dad notice?! She's a little leech, feeding off of him again and again and again!" I swallow repeatedly, hard. My throat feels tight. Neck feels hot. "And Keiichi-kun... How many signs do I have to send him before he HELPS ME?!"
I take deep breaths repeatedly. "Haaahh, haaahhhh, haaaaaaahhhh..." The burning sensation in my throat seeps out into my chest and up my face, like glass cracks spreading. "Help... Please, someone..." I close my eyes and upturn my eyebrows. "Need... Calm... Happy, be happy..." I lick my dry lips. "Replacement..."
I head into the kitchen, and tear open the pantry. Crackers. Chips. Chocolate. A few bags of candy. My stomach churns loudly. Suddenly. Painfully. I crouch a bit, holding it in both hands. "Uuuuuughhhh...!" I bite my lip. "Quiet, please, please...! I'm going to make you happy. Make ME happy."
I tear the box of crackers open, my fingers trembling as I rip open the plastic bag inside. I dump them in my mouth. Several crackers fall to the floor, some down my cleavage. Yet as I chew, the taste of food only makes my stomach roar louder. It needs more. Sooner. Faster.
I dump buckets worth of chips into my one hand, and grab as many chocolate bars as I can hold in the other.
The hunger pains are bad today.
It might take an hour to quench them this time.
"*hoooorrrRRRRRPPPPppp*... Ahhhh..." At some point, I find myself walking-well... more like waddling now-back to the living room. I sit down on the couch, my butt forcing me to be half on it, half kneeling on the floor. The lower roll of my tummy fills the gap between my legs, forcing them wide apart. I lean into the couch, splaying my butt across the back of it. My stomach is packed so tight, it feels like I swallowed a boulder. The tips of my double rolls are bright red, and huge, gross stretch marks spread out and around them. Like a spiderweb.
"Uuuuughh..." I slap the sides of my belly a few times. Instead of rippling like it normally would, the entire mass bounces all at once. "*huuuRRRRRRRRPPP!*" I lean back further into the couch. "Ohhhhh... Haa... Ha... *uurrrrrRRRPPPppp...*"
The pressure barely lets up. I could probably force it out thirty times, and it wouldn't do anything. Sweat drips down my forehead.
How many times... have I done this?
How many times has Dad been unable to notice my cries for help?
How many times will Keiichi-san turn a blind eye?
No, no Rena... You can't think you're miserable. Every day is a happy day, right? You get to spend them with your friends. Laughing, playing. It's fun, isn't it? So much fun.
Haaaaaa...
...
...I need to keep smiling.
"Hey, Rena! Where were you? They already drifted all the cotton down the river!"
I hobble up towards Keiichi-kun, Mi-chan, and Satoko-chan. Every step leaves my tummy wobbling, causing me to wince. They stand near the riverbed, where only a few other people are gathered. The cicadas chirp, hidden within the trees.
"A-Ahahaha, Rena was just grabbing some goodies for my tummy. But Rena got all carried away, maybe."
Keiichi-kun frowns tightly. "You could have eaten with us."
Satoko-chan holds up half eaten cotton candy. "Yes, as well you should have. These peasants actually have cotton candy that's worthy of me!"
I shake my head, turning up my eyebrows. "No, no... Rena likes the food at home."
"Well... okay."
Mi-chan nods at my head. "Where'd your cat ears go?"
"Huh?"
"From the punishment game."
I pat the top of my head. Oh... During that fit, I... "Uuuuu, Rena lost them. She's sorry, so sorry."
"..."
Glancing around, I flash a smile. "So, um, where's Rika-chan?"
Satoko-chan bites into her cotton candy. "Mmm, she's still performing the Cotton Drifting ritual up by the shrine."
Kiichi-kun stares at my face, still frowning. "We were waiting for you."
"Ohh, Rena's sorry about that!"
Silence.
Keiichi-kun suddenly breaks out into a grin. "Heh, heh. But you know what this means, don't you?"
"What does it mean, it mean?" I frown, tilting my head.
Kiichi-kun holds up his hands, wiggling his fingers. "You didn't celebrate the festival. Oyashiro-sama's gonna cuuuuurse yo-Ack!"
Mi-chan smacks the back of his head. "Hey, hey, don't tell her stupid things! Rena's too innocent for that."
"Oh, and I'm not innocent?"
"Ohohoho! No, you're just pathetic, Keiichi-san."
"Why, youuu...!"
The pressure in my stomach seems to fade. A weight on my shoulders I didn't know I was carrying feels like it floats away. "Eheh..." I smile, holding my hand up to my mouth. "Eheheheh!"
"See, even Rena-san's laughing at you. That's how sad you are."
"Noooo, Renaaaaa..."
A horrible, piercing scream fills the air. Everyone freezes. Birds shoot out of trees. The cicadas cease their cries.
Satoko-chan's cotton candy slips out of her hand. "Ahh... What... Was THAT?"
Keiichi-kun swallows hard. Narrowing his eyes, he glances over his shoulder. "It came from the shrine..."
I gasp. "Then, Rika-chan...!"
"Come on, move it!"
"Rika-chan!"
Rika-chan stands up on the ritual platform, in a shrine maiden outfit. The people in the crowd are running up a staircase to the shrine on top of a nearby hill. Rika-chan shakes her head, eyes wide. "Stop! Don't go to the shrine!"
The four of us stop in our tracks. People run around us, as though we are rocks splitting a stream's current. I shout, "But-!"
"It could be dangerous!" Rika-chan swallows hard. Sweat dripping down her forehead, she smiles and tilts her head. The corners of her mouth twitch as she says, "N-Nipaaahh! Just stay here with me~"
Keiichi-kun bites his lip. "If there's really something dangerous up there, and there IS a curse," he mutters as he glances between us. His eyes meet mine. "Then you all might..." Shouting, he picks up a big stick off the ground, large enough to be a club. "Dammit!"
He dashes up the stairs.
"Keiichi-kun!!" I run after him, huffing as sweat pours down my forehead.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see Satoko-chan and Mi-chan following me. Rika-chan bites her thumb. "..." She throws her ceremonial staff aside and chases after us.
"Keiichi-kun...!" Huffing and puffing, I hobble up the last few steps.
A whirlwind of screams assailed my ears.
"Dead...?!"
"The shrine, who opened the shrine?!"
"Blasphemer! Blasphemer!!"
My mouth goes dry. Sweat drips down my forehead. "K-Keiichi-kun...?! Is..."
"Rena! Mion, Satoko, Rika-chan!" Keiichi-kun breaks through the crowd.
A huge smile breaks out on my face, and warmth floods my chest. "Keiichi-kun, you're-"
The sounds of the world seems to fade.
The crowd shifts about in slow motion.
The cries of the cicadas ring in my ears.
Behind Keiichi-kun, the shrine doors are wide open. Going inside Oyashiro-sama's shrine alone, especially on the night of the Cotton Drifting Festival, would have been blasphemous enough.
But that was nothing next to what was lying in the middle of the floor.
Tomitake-san stares up at the ceiling, his mouth and eyes opened impossibly wide. At first, I think foam is seeping out of his mouth, like a rabid dog. But it's cotton. Sacred cotton, that was supposed to be drifted down the river for Oyashiro-sama...!
It overflows from his mouth, spilling onto the floor. His arms, lying idly at their sides, have the hands wide open, as though he were shoving himself full of cotton up until his last breath.
His throat is completely covered in blood, and filled with rips and tears. Out of the holes... spills more cotton... Blood soaked, red cotton.
Worst of all, his... stomach...!
It's swollen. Swollen and bloated, like a tick that drank too much blood. Red lines spread all across it, like a spiderweb. They bulge like veins. It had popped off his dress shirt's buttons, leaving it exposed to the elements.
It doesn't stop there.
Behind Tomitake-san is a giant, golden statue of Oyashiro-sama. The sort of guardian deity statue sitting all over town.
But those statues depict a fit and mighty man with a regal expression.
This statue's face seems to bare it's teeth. The corners of his mouth are bent down so sharply, it'd of been impossible for a human to mirror his expression. His eyebrows are angled at a V, and his eyes, so narrowed one can hardly see his bulging eyes through his eye lids.
And his stomach.
...Statues... Shouldn't have veins, should they?
His stomach bulges like Tomitake-san's. Outwards enough to fill his lap. Veins spread across it, bright red and throbbing. The rest of the statue is gold. Why... Why are the veins... red?!
Cries echo all around me, seeming from miles away.
"I-It's... It's the curse!"
"Oyashiro-sama punished him, just like he did the construction foreman!"
"T-Then, the statue...?!"
"It's a symbol, a symbol of this man's act of blasphemy! A symbol... of our god's unbridled rage...!"
I swallow repeatedly. Take deep breaths. I think Keiichi-kun is saying something. Rika-chan, too. But I can no longer hear them.
Over the roars of the cicadas.
"I-If... The marks, blasphemy... Symbol, anger... T-Then...!" I start shaking violently. I can barley move my trembling fingers. I grab the hem of my shirt.
And tear it up.
Red.
Bulging red.
Pulsing, bulging red.
...It's covered in veins...!
"....m....ry...."
I hear a new voice, echoing all around me. Vision fades. World is a blur of color. My own body? All I can see is red.
"....I'm....ory..."
I start to sway. Legs feel hallow. Throat feels warm, no, hot. BURNING hot.
"I'm... s...ory..."
Head throbs. Breathing faster, faster. I claw at my throat. Something is pulsating under the skin.
Just like the veins on my stomach.
I feel a presence behind me. Every hair on the back of my neck stands up. I t u r n a r o u n d...
"I'm sorry."
I crack open my dried lips.
"Oya... Shiro... Sama..."
The blurred colors of the world fade into darkness.
"...ot ...urs?"
"...ish..."
"...twos?"
"Go... ish."
"...na-san."
"Rena-san!"
I snap my head up. We're... in the clubroom? "Nnnnngh...?" I blink and pull up my shirt. My stomach, it's... normal. I look out the window behind me. It's midday? But I thought it was night? And the shrine, I...
No... That's right, I woke up at home. Dad told me to stay, but he... wanted Rina-san to watch over me.
I shiver.
"Do you have any threes for me, peasant?" Satoko-chan holds out her hand towards me. No laugh, no wink, no smile.
I frown and look at my hands. I'm holding cards. "G-Go fish."
"Mion, queens?"
"Yeah, one." She passes it to Keiichi-kun.
He re-arranges his cards, a frown on his face.
"..."
I read my own cards, upturning my eyebrows. Oh... I did have some threes. Two of them, actually.
I glance up. "U-Um, I..."
Everyone's staring at their cards. Rika-chan is biting her lip. Mi-chan plays with her ponytail. Satoko-chan repeatedly reads her cards from left to right. Keiichi-kun slowly bounces his leg.
"Ah, uuuu, never mind..."
"Rena."
I jerk my head up.
Keiichi-kun's frowning up at me. "Are you feeling all right?" He upturns his eyebrows. "You look a little pale."
Biting my lip, I rub my free hand across my stomach. No bulges, from veins or otherwise.
"Rena's... Rena's fine."
Everyone glances at one another. They nod, then look at me. And they all... smile.
Rika-chan holds something out. "Mii, turn that frown up-side-down. Have some chocolate, nano-desu!"
After blinking a few times, I slowly take it. "Mm, thank you." I start to unwrap it.
Satoko-chan speaks up, putting her hand to her mouth and winking with a smirk. "Ohohoho! Be careful, though. You've been getting rather big lately, peasant."
I stop mid unwrapping the bar. Heart pounds. Satoko-chan...? "Um..." I swallow and upturn my eyebrows. "T-Thanks for the concern."
"Rena, are you really okay?" Keiichi-kun leaned towards me.
"Yeah, you look as awful as you did last night," Mi-chan quips with a smirk.
"Last night?" I bite my lip and put down the bar.
Mion's smile widens. "Ahahahaha! Don't you remember?"
"I-It's okay, okay! Rena's just fine," I cry. I pick up my cards again, hiding behind them. "Hauuu, let's play. Um, Rika-chan? Have any fours?"
None of them say another word.
A dim hum echoes in my ears. Pressure forms in my skull, as though someone is sloooowly pushing a pin into the center of my forehead. I peek my head over the cards. "Guys...?"
They stare at my face. Sweat dripping down my forehead, I flash them a smile back. Their line of vision slowly dips, to my cards, to my chest, to my...
Stomach...
Heat. It's heating up again. First the center. Then outwards.
Then my throat, too...!
Keiichi-kun gags, shutting his eyes and tearing his gaze away. A smile splits his face. "Ahh, gross! Look at it, like a rotten fruit read to pop!"
I stare at him with wide eyes. "Keiichi... Kun...?"
Satoko-chan turns her head away, holding her hand up to her eyes. She smirks. "Tsk, don't give me such an image, Keiichi-san."
"Satoko-chan..."
Rika-chan pinches her nose, smiling. "But I'm sure if it did pop..."
Mi-chan curls her lip as she smirks. "Her blood soaked, cotton filled guts would spill all over the table."
Something hot rises from the pit of my stomach. Up my chest. Throat. Mouth...!
"HURrrrk...!" Stand. Back up. Slam into the wall. Board games fall off of bookshelves and smack into the floor. The heat in my mouth wraps around my whole head, like a pressure hold. Throwing my head back, I gasp for air. Something continues to bubble in the back of my throat.
The entire time, they just watch me, pointing and jeering.
"Ew, gross!"
"Is she going to vomit?!"
"Disgusting...!"
The corners of my eyes burn as I run out of the room.
I crouch behind the school, away from any windows. Sweat pours down every inch of my body. "Urrrk... *huuUURP*... Haaah... Haaahh... HUURRrrkk..." I swallow hard, then pant like a dog. Nothing comes out.
Yet something still burns in my throat.
That something... Feels like it's wriggling around inside me.
"Rena!"
Holding my head with one hand, I look over my shoulder. Rika-chan stands behind me, breathing heavily. Sweat drips down her forehead.
"Rika... Chan..."
Smiling, she holds her hand out to me. "Nipaahhh~ Let's go back inside! Everyone's waiting for you to take your turn."
I turn away. Head throbs. Vision blurs slightly.
A hand appears on my shoulder. Glancing up, I see Rika-chan frowning. "Mii, are you worried about Tomitake?" She smiles and tilts her head. "The police are looking into it, and..."
Why... Why is she smiling?
Someone died.
And now, Oyashiro-sama is coming. Enacting his revenge. His curse.
Branding his next victims.
"...they said it's not a murder, so please, don't think...'
Yet, they... They were all smiling. Earlier.
Their grins flash in my mind. Jeers echo in my ears.
"Rena, we're all worried about y-"
I shake Rika-chan off me, then shove her in the stomach. "Ahh!" She slams into the ground. She stares up at me, eyes wide.
"Shut up, all of you, just SHUT UP! STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
I run off towards the trees surrounding the school property.
Rika-chan screams something. Undoubtedly more jeers. Just like the rest of them did.
In fact, she only followed me here to mock me, didn't she?!
She doesn't know what it's like... No mother, an idiot father, a whore slithering around home, an approaching curse, and friends who don't notice a thing...!
I tear open my school suitcase. Chips. Chocolate. Candy. No textbooks.
My stomach roars, sending jolts through my body. "Ngh, grrrhh..."
If my 'friends' can't help me... If they WON'T help me...
I hold the suitcase with my chin, then tear open bags of chips with my hands, still running. I shove as many chips as I can into my mouth, many spilling onto the ground.
Then I'll have to save myself.
"Red..."
"...Just like last night..."
"Another blasphemer...?"
I stumble down a dirt road. Passerby watch my every movement, stepping away from me. My bloated stomach hangs out, bouncing with my every step.
I shake my empty school suitcase. A few crumbs fall out.
I throw it to the side. It clatters noisily.
They keep staring at me...
"Reina-chan!"
Not now... Go AWAY...
I smile and turn. "Oh, Rina-san!"
She walks up to me, hand on her hip. The onlookers walk away. "Oh? Normal outfit today?"
"Ahahaha..." Like you're one to talk, boobs hanging out in hopes Dad'll drool all over you.
Rina-san crosses her arms and tilts her head. "I was wondering, Reina-chan. Do you have time now?"
My name isn't Reina. "Oh?" I take a step towards her. "Why do you ask?"
"I wanted to talk to you about... Me and your father. Do you know somew
here we can be in private?"
My entire body feels cold. As though I stepped out of a freezer.
If I'm going to save myself...
I'll let this be my first step.
My head clearer than it's been in days, I half close my eyes and give a wide smile.
"I know just the place."
Ahahaha! It was easy. So EASY! She couldn't even move. So I could take allllll the time I wanted before I was done.
The only bad thing about that whore being gone...
Is that she didn't last as long as I hoped.
"It's happening again..."
Standing in my room, in just my undersized bra and panties, I look at myself in a mirror from every angle.
A sea of red. Red, pulsating veins. They cover every inch of my stomach, wriggling like mad.
The long, bulging marks wrap around my sides and thinly stretch across my back.
And yet... A smile plays at my lips.
I run my hand across my stomach. Slowly. Moving it in circles, all around the vast surface. I can feel them. Wriggling underneath my fingertips, trying to burst free.
Ehehehe... If this is the price of being free, of saving myself when no one else will, then I'll take it... Happily.
This stomach, no, this body. It's beautiful. A work of art I could gaze at for hours. Days.
"Isn't that right..." I stare into the mirror. "Oyashiro-sama?"
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. A quiet yet persistent piercing sound seems to fill my ears. Vision turns hazy.
I don't have to turn around. I already know.
He's here.
Or maybe he's always been here.
The piercing noise escalates, interrupted only by the sound of slow footfalls. His eyes are baring into my back.
Now his arms crawl up my body. He breeeeeeathes in my ear. Digging his claws into my eyes. Prying them open. Forcing me to gaze at this perversion of my own self.
"This is my body now."
The body Oyashiro-sama has marked.
Licking my lips, I put my hands on top of Oyashiro-sama's.
"And I love every bit of it."
I didn't sleep a wink. Every second, my eyes were peeled open, staring at the cieling with a smile on my face...! My body trembled as I gripped the sheet and bit my lip.
But now, it'll all pay off.
Alllll my problems will be gone.
"Rena's late..."
"She didn't come to school, and now, she's not coming to club either?"
"Mii, want me to go find her?"
"Hmm..."
Ehehehe... Don't worry everyone. I'm right here.
I enter the clubroom door. They all turn to me. Smiling. Just like yesterday.
"Rena!" Keiichi-kun stands up.
"..."
Mi-chan frowns. "Why aren't you in your school uniform?"
"..."
"Well, school's over. Why would she be? She just figured she'd might as well come in casual clothes for club activities, right?"
"..."
"W-Why don't we play a game?"
Rika-chan stares at me. Beads of sweat form on her forehead as she repeatedly glances between my face and my arms hidden behind my back.
"M-Mii," she sputters, clapping her hands together. "Let's just forget about yesterday, okay? We're sorry if we upset you somehow, Re-"
"Hey..."
Everyone stares at me. The room was deathly silent.
"What do you think... Happiness is?"
They blink, then look at each other. "Um..."
"I think happiness is limited. Happy days can't last forever... That's why you have to make the most of them with what time you have." I half close my eyes. "...Or, rather, what time you have left."
Keiichi-kun stutters, standing up and stepping forward. "A-Ah, that's not a bad idea. But why are you just standing in the entrance? Come on, si-"
"So in order to maximize my happiness... My happy days..." I slowly pull my arm out from behind my back. Wrap my fingers around the wooden handle.
I pull out a cleaver.
Everyone backs up. Keiichi-kun starts shaking. Satoko-chan screams. Mi-chan just widens her eyes, mouth flapping open and closed like a fish. Rika-chan began shivering as she put her hands on her head.
"Rena's going to enjoy every second of this." I lick my tongue down the flat side of the blade.
Rika-chan shouts, "Rena, please, wake up!"
"You never helped Rena... You never cared..." I step forward. They step back.
"R-Rena-san, we just wanted to help you!"
I step closer. They're up against the wall now.
"Please, Rena!" Keiichi-kun shouts, his wide eyes staring at the cleaver. "We... We..." Keiichi-kun swallows hard, then looks me right in the eyes. Even now, there's a smile on his face.
Just like yesterday. They're all smiles, even now.
"We all love you, Rena."
I suck in a breath. Stop walking. Lower my head.
Everyone stares at me.
Breathing picks up. Faster, faster. I clench my chattering teeth. Tighten my grip on the handle.
Pounding my foot into the ground, I snap my head up and scream at the top of my lungs, "YOU'RE LYING!!"
"P-Please, listen! We-"
"Stop lying. Stop talking. Stop..." I hoist the cleaver over my head.
"MOVING!!"
...
...Ahahaha...
Hey, hey, did you know?
The sound of bodies hitting the floor is surprisingly addicting.
The first time sounds a little weird to you. It's a sound unlike any other, after all.
The second one, you're a little bit more used to it. You know what to expect. So you can take the time to savor it more.
And by the third time, well, by then you're already crazy about it, aren't you?
It's not that people are gone when they pass on. They just... Stop moving.
And these hands of mine... Stopped their movement. Stopped their time. Their happy days.
...Isn't that thought exciting?!
Ohhh, Oyashiro-sama. You did this, didn't you?
You showed me the light. How I can save myself. Redeem this world.
You are the only one for me.
...Oh, what's that?
Sacrifices?
Like sacrificial livestock?
Well, you could call these that, couldn't you?
But your last sacrifice was at the shrine, wasn't it? Poor, poor, Tomitake-san... That's when it all started, isn't it?
He looked a bit different from these offerings. His stomach was all swollen, ready to explode. What had they told me yesterday? Eat and eat until my stomach burst, splaying my cotton filled guts all over the room?
Maybe that's how you want these new sacrifices prepared?
Hmmm, that may be a little difficult...
Keiichi-kun just kept staring and staring at me. And now, he can't see anything anymore. How can he eat if he can't see his feast?
And poor Rika-chan just wouldn't be able to keep down any food. Every time a bit would go in, it'd pour out again.
And Satoko-chan... Well, it'd be a little hard for anyone to chew without a jaw.
Lastly, Mi-chan... Which part was her head again? It's a little hard to tell anymore...
Oyashiro-sama, I can't prep them for you like this.
...Oh?
Cicadas begin crying.
...Ahahaha, I love the way you think, Oyashiro-sama.
Their grew louder.
If they're livestock, then they're food themselves, right?
Shriller.
Then, in that case...
The cries cease.
A thin smile spreads across my face.
Their bodies can feed each other.
"....m....ry...."
"....I'm....ory..."
"I'm... s...ory..."
"I'm sorry."
⁂
Pudgy Derby! (Pretty Derby WG)
Horse girls.
They were born to eat. They inherit the names of race horses from another world, whose histories were sometimes tragic and sometimes wonderful. And with that, they eat.
That is their fate.
No one knows how these horse girls' eating contests will end. They will continue to gorge, aiming only towards the food in front of them...
"Ahhh, the big city is incredible!" Beaming, Special Week peered out the window of the train she was on. Her tail and horse ears flickered. Eyeing the tall lampposts and countless homes, she thought "Mom, I'm in the big city! I'm finally on my way to becoming the biggest eater in Japan, just like I promised you."
She pressed her face further into the window, chubby cheeks squishing against it. Yet her cheeks were far from the only large thing about her; for in spite of her sitting in a booth intended for three passengers, she easily took up half of it. Her fluffy breasts could fill and surpass one's palms. They forced down her shirt's collar enough to reveal a fair bit of cleavage. Her belly pushed out to just slightly bellow her waist. It pushed her mini jacket open. Each half rested on and covered her love handles. Her shapely hips stuck out from her body, and her dress only accentuated this fact by clinging to them. Her round butt forced up the hem of her dress, almost giving passengers a glimpse of her (undoubtedly very tight) panties.
"W-Whooaa..."
"Hrm?"
Special Week cocked her head to the side, only to see a little girl sitting with her mother. The girl's eyes kept darting between Special Week's bulging butt and her belly.
Special Week's face turned red as she tugged at the hem of her skirt. "U-Um..."
The mother smiled. "Are you on your way to Tracen Academy?"
She plopped back down in her seat. "Y-Yes!" Ignoring how red in the face she was, Special Week pumped her arms. Her breasts and belly bounced heartily as she declared, "I'm going to become the best horse girl in all of Japan!" Blinking, she tilted her head. "What gave it away?"
"U-Um." She glanced at Special Week's tummy; it filled half her lap. "It was... Just a guess."
"Ehhh, Mommmyy," the girl cried, tugging on her sleeve. "What's it mean to be the 'best horse girl'?"
The mother lowered her head and whispered, "That means Onee-chan is going to be a really big eater."
The child beamed. "Ahhhh, so that's why she's so fat!"
Face bright red, Special Week laughed. "Ahahaha... W-Well, I don't know if I'm THAT big..." She thought, "Uuuuuu, when does this train get off?!"
The mother clapped her hands. "Ah, if you're a Tracen Academy student, then are you going to watch the Tubby Series eating contest today?"
"Eh?" Special Week stared at the mother. She blinked. The horse girl thrust her face forward. "There's an eating contest?!"
"U-Um-"
Stars in her eyes, Special Week leered forward again. "And I can watch it LIVE?!"
A huge smile on her face, Special Week turned this way and that, eyeing the large crowd surrounding her. "Ahhh, to have this many people gathered for just one eating contest..." She held her hands to her breasts, then pounded her feet into the ground, one after another. "Uuuuu, this is so exciting!"
Special Week stood in a spacious, outdoor stadium. Every seat was packed full, forcing her to be in the back. She stood on her tip toes, glancing between heads and over shoulders. In the middle of the stadium stood a stage, where three horse girls sat in front of a table.
"Greetings, everyone! And welcome to another round of the Tummy Series eating contests!" An unseen speaker blasted out a chipper voice. "My name is Akasaka, and I will be your host. Joining me is Hosoe-san, who will be doing analysis. Any thoughts on our contestants today, Hosoe-san?"
"Yes. Silence Suzuka is the undisputed center of attention today. Considering her previous record breaking performances, I expect her to prove herself a difficult obstacle for Seiun Sky to overcome."
Holding her hand horizontally above her eyes, Special Week squinted at the stage. "Suzuka-san, Suzka-san..."
"This help?"
A hand held out a pair of binoculars in front of Special Week's face. She grabbed them and looked through. "Yes, thanks."
She could now see a horse girl with long, orange hair, sitting perfectly straight next to her competition. Her large breasts fought against her clothes, and her long orange hair rested behind her back. Impressive cleavage. Silky hair. Boobs. Hair...
Stars in her eyes, Special Week muttered, "S-She's so pretty..." She blinked. "Wait." Putting down the binoculars, she glanced behind her. "Who gaveeeEEEP!"
Smile on his face, a man with a lollipop in his mouth patted and squeezed the back of Special Week's thighs. Her fat rippled at his every touch. "Ahaha, these are some nice, plump legs." Smirking, he looked up at Special Week's face. "With fat legs like these, you're sure to be an incredible horse gi-OOF!"
Special Week shot out her leg, foot slamming into his face. He rocketed backwards with a cry, his back skidding against the ground. Grabbing at the hem of her skirt, Special Week turned around, red in the face. "W-W-What do you think you're doing?!" Several people in the crowd turned as Special Week cried, "Mom was right; the city isn't amazing, it's just a den of perverts!"
"Pervert?!" Standing up, the man raised his palms, glancing at the onlookers. Sweat dripped down his forehead. "N-Now, let's not jump to conclusions here-"
The duo snapped their heads up as the loudspeaker announced, "Annnnnd at last, the food! Three towering bowls of rice for our hungry horse girls to down!" Bowls overflowing with a tower of rice at least a foot tall were placed in front of the competition. "Which one of them will finish first?!"
Special Week held the binoculars up to her eyes and cried, "Suzuka-san! Suzuka-san will win!"
"H-Hey, I'm gonna need those binoculars ba-Whoa!"
Special Week kicked her leg out without sparing a glance behind her.
"Three... Two... One...!"
A buzzer rang out, and a light display above the stage turned from red to green.
The three competitors lurched forward, their bellies slamming into the side of the table. Chopsticks practically appeared in Silence Suzuka's hand as she shoveled food into her mouth. Seiun Sky dug her hands into the rice and threw it into her mouth, licking the extra grains out of her hand as she swallowed.
The crowd cheered. Silence Suzuka finished half her bowl, while her two competitors were left with two thirds of the bowl left to go.
The announcer declared something loudly, but that was the last thing on Special Week's mind as her eyes repeatedly cut between Silence Suzuka and her bowl. "Wooooow...! She's incredible! I didn't know there were eaters like her-! Hey, what are you doing?!"
"Her pace is fantastic. Perfect, even. Is she treating this like a contest of endurance, after all...?" Grabbing onto the binoculars, the man put one of his eyes up to the lens and let Special Week have the other. "Then the advice worked."
A woman in glasses stood by the entrance to the auditorium, her arms crossed. "I told her to go full force only after she finished half the rice... What is she thinking?" She narrowed her eyes. "Ignoring her trainer like this..." Silence Suzuka shoves in the last few grains of rice. The crowd cheers wildly, and the announcer cries out. Not a single spec of rice dotted her clothes or cheeks. "Team Rigil has no place for disobedient team members."
Special Week beamed as she watched Silence Suzuka calmly stand up. "Ahhhhh, Suzuka-san is incredible. But how did she eat so fast? And so much!"
The man mused, "Well, Silence Suzuka is known for being unstoppable once she goes full force."
"But she looked like she was going full force so fast for the whole match."
"Right. That's because she has much more stamina than her competitors here." He readjusted the lollipop in his mouth, smirking. "And yet to still be so neat and clean in spite of that..."
Special Week pounded her feet into the ground, one after another. Her breasts and belly flailed. "I knoooow, it's amazing! I want to be on the same team as her so badlyyy~"
"There aren't many horse girls like her out there. Horse girls that can make people dream..." Smiling, he glanced at Special Week. "How about you, what's your story? Looks to me like you're a country girl here to make her big eating contest debut."
"I promised my Mom I'd become the best horse girl in Japan!"
"Ahhh, that's a fine goal. With big thighs like those, I'm sure you can pack away food at an incredible pace."
Special Week stopped, then blinked. She frowned tightly at the man.
"W-What's with that look?"
She tugged on the binoculars. "I know what you're doing. You're one of those fake trainers, aren't you? Here to claim you'll give a horse girl her eating debut. But you just want to stuff them silly! My Mom warned me about people like you!"
The man tugged back on the binoculars. "Haaaaah?! That's ridiculous!"
Special Week pulled back. "Then what are these for? Looking at more horse girls' legs?"
The man deadpanned, staring at Special Week. "..." Sighing deeply, he let go of the binoculars.
Special Week hid them behind her back. Legs trembling, she declared, "I-I'm taking these. You're not spying on anyone else anymore!" Frowning tightly, she turned away. "Goodbye!"
"But, what does it mean to become the 'best horse girl in Japan?'"
Special Week blinked, then frowned. "T-That's..."
The man smiled. "Somehow, I can't help but think the first step towards becoming the best is finding out what your goal really entails."
Special Week slowly looked over her shoulder. "You're... Not just another pervert, are you?"
"It's not 'pervert.' Call me 'Trainer-san.'"
Special Week pouted, then looked away. "..." She threw the binoculars behind her.
"W-Whoa!" He grabbed them out of the air, breathing a sigh. "Pheeeew..."
"Special Week."
"Hrm?"
Special Week whipped around, the force sending her breasts bouncing. Red in the face as she pointed, she shouted, "M-My name! It's Special Week. And I'm going to become the best horse girl in Japan, so you better remember it!"
She jerked away, then ran forward. She tripped over a hot dog wrapper, landing smack on her face. "Uwaaaahh!" Her belly squished into the ground, and her butt bounced furiously, forcing up her skirt hem even further.
"Uuuuuuu-!" Special Week stood up, then ran out of the auditorium.
Trainer-san took the lollipop out of his mouth. "...She has quite the spark to her." He smiled. "Heh." Walking in the opposite direction, he muttered, "Looks like this Tubby Series of tournaments is going to be interesting."
Ears drooping, Special Week sat down on a bench outside of Tracen Academy. It creaked loudly as her butt smooshed into it. Sighing, she re-read the paper in her hands; "Team Rigil Application: Rejected."
"If I'm not good enough to make it onto Team Rigil, then... I can't be teammates with Suzuka-san after all." The sound of grass crunching failed to reach Special Week's ears as she lowered her head. "The application deadline to find a trainer is coming up... If no one accepts me, then what am I supposed to do, Mom...?"
The grass crunches again. Special Week's ears twitch as she looks up. "Huh...? Ehh?!"
Three large horse girls, each wearing sunglasses and a surgical mask, leered down at Special Week. One had long silver hair, another short dark brown hair, and the third twin ponytails.
"Umm... Can I help you?"
"Scarlet. Vodka." The silver haired middle one cocked her head towards Special Week. "This the one?"
The ponytails one sighed. "Do you see anyone else here?"
The middle one pointed at Special Week, her index finger an inch from the girl's nose. "Then mission's a go. Apprehend the suspect!" She clutched her hands to her chest and cooed, "Oooo, I always wanted to say that~"
"Y-You know, there's no point in acting all mysterious when you revealed your na-Mmmph!"
One of the horse girls threw a bag over Special Week's head. "Silence! You are now in our custody!"
"Yeah that's great, Sherlock. What are we doing with her?"
"Heh, Scarlet, you seriously don't remember? We're supposed to bring her back!"
"OBVIOUSLY, but how?!" The one named Scarlet patted Special Week's butt. It jiggled and rippled. "We can't carry all this!"
"Oh. I... Didn't think that far ahead. Ahahaha!"
"Gahhhh, Gold Ship, you're hopeless. Vodka, say something!"
"C-C'mon, the solution's obvious. Just roll her!"
"All the way across campus?!"
"Mom, I'm finally in the big city..." Eyes half closed, Special Week frowned tightly. Her face flushed as she tumbled across campus. "And I already want to go home."
"Pwaahhh! ...Huh?" The bag off her head, Special Week looked around, wide eyed. She seemed to be standing in a storage shed. Hanging on the wall was a whiteboard.
"Umm..."
"I'm sorry , I said rolling you was dumb but they just wouldn't listen to me..." The horse girl with twin ponytails sighed.
Special Week blinked and frowned. She turned forward to see her three captors, sans sunglasses and face mask.
The middle one, who was referred to as 'Gold Ship' by her comrades, had large breasts that pushed her uniform's collar down, showing some cleavage. Her ovular belly pushed up her shirt, leaving the flab just below her belly button exposed. Her belly surpassed her skirt's waistband and rested right on top of it. Her hips forced up the sides of her skirt, revealing an occasional glimpse of her panties. It's a wonder she could even pull her skirt up all the way. In fact. with hips like these, it was difficult to imagine her making it through a door unaided.
As for the one with dark brown hair, 'Vodka,' Special Week believed, her breasts were a little smaller than both Special Week's and Gold Ship's, but what she lacked in boobs she made up for in butt. Her rear forced up her skirt in the back, showing the world her tightly filled black panties. Just a few more pounds, and they were liable to tear to pieces. A thin layer of fat seeped over the panties' waistband, nearly burying the band entirely. As for Vodka's belly, it was no more than a pot belly, but that little extra oomph was enough to force up her skirt, revealing a glimpse of her panties from the front as well. Her leggings barely fit around her meaty calves, let alone up to her thighs. So she opted to leave them resting beneath her heavily dimpled kneecaps.
As for the twintailed one, her F cup breasts far outstripped the other horse girls here. In fact, they were so large, they forced her shirt up halfway up her breasts. Her lacey, white bra was on full display, squishing tightly into her meaty boobs. Naturally with her shirt in such a position, onlookers wee gifted the sight of some serious, jiggling underboob. The collar of her shirt pushed down rather far, revealing cleavage from the top of her boobs as well. Each breast was round in shape, and noticeably larger than her head. With her shirt hiked up so far, her ovular, fluffy belly was left completely exposed. It drooped down to the top of her thighs. Her rear was fairly large as well, and many fluffy back rolls rested against it. They acted as an anchor against the large weights on her chest.
Gold Ship smiled. "Now then! Three... Two... One!"
Gold Ship's hips rippled, Vodka's butt flailed, and Scarlet's breasts bounced vigorously as they threw their arms into the air. They cried, "Welcome to Team Spica!"
"Ehhh?!" Special Week threw her hands up and backed away. "T-This is too much. What team? And 'welcome'?! Don't tell me you kidnapped me just so you could recruit me!"
"'Kidnap' is a bit of an extreme way to put it, but you're more or less right. You have a good head on your shoulders, Spe." Trainer-san stepped out from behind Vodka, waving. "Yo."
Special Week stared at him, mouth gaping. "Trainer-san? Why are YOU here? Everything's happening so fast..."
Trainer-san put his hands in his pockets. "It's only natural I'd be here. Because you're on my team, starting today." He grinned and pat Special Week on the head. "Welcome to Team Spica!"
Special Week brushed his hand off, blushing as she frowned tightly. "Don't just decide that for me!"
"Oh?" Trainer-san walked away, sighing and hanging his head. "And here I thought you wanted to be on the same team as Suzuka. Well, if you changed your mind, I guess there's nothing for it, then."
"Suzuka-san?" Frowning, Special Week lowered her head. "But she's a member of Team Rigil..."
Trainer-san turned around and smirked. "Are you sure about that?"
Silence Suzuka stepped out from behind Scarlet.
"Suzuka-san?!"
"She transferred to my team earlier today."
Special Week stepped forward, eyeing every inch of Silence Suzuka. Silence Suzuka stared back, her face blank. "..."
"Whoaaaah..."
Silence Suzuka was roughly as wide as Special Week; wide enough to take up half a three seater bench on her own. Her hips were large, and they forced her skirt to rest halfway up, allowing Special Week a glimpse of the girl's panties. Her ovular belly stuck out, resting halfway down her thighs. It jiggled and rippled with Silence Suzuka's every movement. Naturally, her shirt was no match for it, opting to rest under her breasts rather than over her tummy. This left her tiny little belly button perfectly exposed. And yet, even with such a big belly, it was Silence Suzuka's breasts Special Week couldn't tear her gaze from. Ovular. Firm. E cup. Bigger than soccer balls. Her shirt stretched around and under them. Rested on her belly, lifting them slightly. Several rips spread across her shirt. Every breath she took in, the rips seemed to grow ever so slightly more as her breasts jiggled. Special Week's hands twitched. Imagine how it must feel to tooooouch them, the breasts of s-such an incredible, pretty eater...!
Silence Suzuka blinked. "Yes?"
"A-Ah!" Special Week jumped back, then folded her hands behind her back. Glancing away, she tried to ignore how her belly and breasts were bouncing. "U-Um. So why did you decide to transfer? Why work with Trainer-san?"
"Oi, that makes me sound like I'm awful!"
Silence Suzuka looked up at the ceiling. "...Dreams."
"Eh?"
Frowning, she looked Special Week in the eye. "I want to become a horse girl who can make people dream of eating." She smiled. "I want others to have as much fun eating as I do."
Special Week stared at Silence Suzuka, mouth slightly open. "That's incredible..."
Trainer-san walked up next to Silence Suzuka, then turned to Special Week. "Hina-san, her previous trainer, wasn't letting her eat the way she wanted. But here at Team Spica, team members have complete freedom to eat how they want. Yet what about you?"
"Eh?"
"I asked you once before. What does eating mean to you? What does it mean to be the best horse girl in Japan?" Special Week's eyes widened. Trainer-san frowned and knit his eyebrows. "No matter your answer, know I'll do my best to support you. As your Trainer." Smiling, he added with a gentler tone, "You promised your mom you'd be the best in Japan; I can't just let such a selfless dream sink, can I?"
"Trainer-san... You'd work so hard for someone you just met?"
"You have that special spark in your eyes. The spark of someone who refuses to lose." Trainer-san stepped forward. "I'll train you, as much as it takes, to help you make the most of that determination."
Special Week lowered her head, frowning. "..." She closed her eyes. "I'm not sure what it means to be the best yet." She smiled up at everyone. "But..." Met eyes with Trainer-san and Silence Suzuka. "I think I can find that out here. And..." Special Week pumped her arms, ignoring how red her face was. "I want to work with Suzuka-san!"
"Yes, that's the spirit!"
Silence Suzuka laughed. Holding out her hand, she smiled. "Then let's do our best together, Spe-chan. As members of Team Spica"
Special Week let out a little gasp as she stared at Silence Suzuka's hand. A huge smile on her face, she clasped it. "Mm!"
Gold Ship threw her fist in the air. "All right! Another comrade is born!"
Scarlet covered her ears, frowning. "Gah, not so loud!"
Trainer-san put his hand on both Special Week and Silence Suzuka's shoulders. "Ahaha, there you have it. Let's all get along, going forward!"
Trainer-san pushed the two girls next to each other, leaving Special Week's head buried into Silence Suzuka's shoulder. "A-Ahhh-!"
Everyone let out another cheer. Or at least, Special Week thought they did. But with her heart pounding as she stared down at Silence Suzuka's fluffy breasts, she couldn't really focus on anything else.
"Mom... I'm in the big city at last."
She thought about all that awaited her; difficult food contests, undoubtedly bizarre training sessions with Trainer-san, and time bonding with her teammates. Especially Suzuka-san.
Smiling, Special Week buried her head into Silence Suzuka's breasts. "Mmm~" They squished and wrapped around the horse girl's head. Silence Suzuka stared down, wide eyed and mouth slightly open, but she made no move to stop her.
"And I think I'm going to love it."
***
"All right, girls. Spe's first eating contest is in just one month's time."
Trainer-san, Special Week, Silence Suzuka, Gold Ship, Scarlet, and Vodka were all gathered inside the storage shed. Nodding at Special Week, Trainer-san declared, "Now, looking at you, it's clear you can eat."
Indeed, it was true. For in just one month at Tracen Academy, Special Week had already grown much larger than she was. Her breasts were the size of volleyballs, pushing down her shirt to reveal half her cleavage. Yet her ovular tummy was the real star of the show; it rested on her knees and stuck out more than two feet. The fluffy mass jiggled and rippled with Special Week's every movement. To counter balance this heft, her butt had grown wider and wider, leaving tears in the sides of her skirt. It pushed up the back of her skirt enough to reveal half of her bare rear in all its glory. The horse girl's panties were nowhere to be seen, for they were buried deep into her crack. Her meaty thighs would brush up against each other when walking. Even her cheeks were fatter and puffier. Was that a double chin?
Mouth full of carrots, to the point of her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk's, Special Week growled, "Mahm mot mhat mat!"
Trainer-san put his hand over his ear and leaned forward. "What's that? Heh, I can't hear you over all the weight you're gaining."
Gold Ship clamped her hand over her mouth. "Pfft!" Deadpanning, Scarlet lightly smacked the horse girl's hammy upper arm.
Special Week swallowed as her cheeks burned bright red. "Uuuuuu..."
Trainer-san crossed his arms and lowered his head. "But really, it's great you've gained so much weight. Hopefully it means there's no danger of you getting too full during the real thing." He pointed to the whiteboard with a pointer. "But that alone is not enough. You'll be up against Seiun Sky and El Condor Pasa, neither of which will be easy to beat." Tapping his pointer next to a flurry of circles drawn on top of each other, Trainer-san continued with a straight face, "Especially El Condor Pasa. She's been undefeated in every contest she's had so far, and looking at the way she can pack away food during the final stretch, judges don't expect that to change anytime soon."
Silence Suzuka raised her hand. "Yes, Suzuka?"
She pointed to the drawing. "Is that drawing supposed to be El Condor Pasa? I wasn't sure..."
Special Week blinked. "Huh!? I thought all those circles were onion rings!"
The other horse girls snickered.
Frowning tightly as his cheeks tinged red, Trainer-san doodled a sideways "8" on 'El Condor Pasa's' face. Undoubtedly symbolism for her trademark Mexican style mask. He stared at it. Paused. Then shook his head repeatedly. "Gah! A-Anyway! El Condor Pasa is from Team Rigil."
Special Week frowned. "Team Rigil... That's the same team Suzuka-san was on."
Silence Suzuka stared at the ground. "..."
Trainer-san nodded. "Yes. And you've seen how Suzuka can eat. Do you think you're ready to face a teammate of her's?"
Special Week frowned as she snuck a glance at Silence Suzuka's mighty breasts. Er. H-Her face! "I..."
Trainer-san thrust the pointer into Special Week's exposed belly.
"Eep! W-What do you think you're doing?!"
"Spe. Don't forget, I've seen how fast YOU can eat, too. In terms of how much you and El Condor Pasa weigh, and how fast you can eat, you're equals. But, Spe, that doesn't mean you have the determination and patience needed to win eating contests as intense as the Tubby Series."
Special Week clenched her fists and stepped forward. "No, I do! I don't care who my competition is, I'll beat them!"
Vodka punched Special Week in the shoulder ("Ow!") "That's the spirit, Newbie!"
Scarlet smiled. "Looks like your first match will be quite the show!"
Blinking, Special Week scratched her cheek. "W-Well it will be, as soon as I come up with a plan."
Trainer-san laughed heartily. "Ha, plans? Who needs them?"
"Eh?!"
"Here at Team Spica, you can have it your way!" Grin on his face, Trainer-san put his hands on his hips and held his head high. "But that doesn't mean you girls don't need to train first. Spe, your stamina is great. But that's not the only trait you'll need. Patience will help you pace yourself. So, to help you get the patience you need, today's training... Will be to not eat at all."
The horse girls stared back at Trainer-san. "...Ehhh?!"
"B-But I skipped breakfast so I could eat more during today's training!"
"Then quick, eat as much as you can, now!"
"Ahhh, is the cafeteria even open this early...?!"
"I don't believe so. It's unfortunate."
"What kind of idiot would think this is a good idea?!"
Trainer-san just put his hands behind his head, a smile playing at his lips. "Hana-san. These girls have the spirit to win," he thought. He frowned. "But if all you do to your Team Rigil girls is sap them of their spirit..." He glanced at Special Week, who was shoving as many carrots into her mouth as possible. "Then they won't even make a dent in Spe."
"What's the matter?" Hana pushed up her glasses. "Had enough already, Symboli Rudolf?" She patted Rudolf's chubby cheek. "Can Tracen Academy's Student Council President really only stomach this much?" Hana frowned tightly. "What a disappointment."
Swallowing hard, she muttered, "No, I..." She looked up at Hana. "I won't stop this easily. I can still-Mmph!"
"Wonderful." Hana shoved a carrot into her mouth. Half still stuck out. Using a single finger, she slowly pushed it faaaarther and faaaaarther into her mouth. "That's the spirit I'm looking for. Here at Team Rigil, you're going to eat again and again until you're lovin' it." Rudolf unturned her eyebrows, but made no move to stop her.
Or rather, she couldn't stop her.
It'd be rather difficult to with her arms and legs tied to a chair.
Said chair was as wide as a love seat, and yet even then, Rudolf's burgeoning hips surpassed its sides entirely. Her skirt was forced up so far, one could see every inch of her these bare, curvy hips. Her belly filled her lap, and it reddened at the tip ever so slightly. It was ovular and would have been rather soft, were it not for the countless carrots sitting inside. Her breasts stretched the collar of her shirt to a comical proportion, looking as though they'd tear it to shreds any second now. As for the ropes, they were buried across her stomach, digging deeply into it. The rest of the rope was buried by her love handles and back rolls.
Yet she wasn't the only one enlarged and entrapped by ropes.
"How about you, Grass Wonder?"
"Mmmph..." Blushing, she swallowed down another carrot. Crumbs dotted all over her chubby, jiggling cheeks. Grass Wonder's belly far outstripped Rudolf's, as it drooped all the way past her knees and halfway down her calves. The tip of it was tinged red, and her belly button stuck far out. Her stomach was a perfectly round orb in spite of how large it was. Her every breath left it jiggling and rippling. Her thighs were rather flabby and wide. Their rolls dug and squished into each other so often, she found herself forced to splay her legs out as far as she could whenever she sat down. However, her hips managed to fit the chair, and her volleyball sized breasts didn't leave her with as much cleavage as Rudolf. Her roped were tied across her breasts, squishing and congealing them tightly.
"D-Do we really need to eat this much? I'm worried about the other Rigil members. We can handle it, but they might n-"
"What have I told you?" Hana pressed her palms into Grass Wonder's distended belly. The horse girl let out a squeak as Hana leered into her face. "Food contests are all about endurance. Nothing else matters! And how else can we raise endurance than by eating, eating, eating! All day every day!"
"T-That's-"
"What, need more room?"
"No, I-"
"Let me help with that."
Hana thrusted her arms and and down, pushing her palms into Grass Wonder's belly repeatedly.
"O-Ohh, *huuurrRRPP*, ohhh..." Grass Wonder upturned her eyebrows, then threw her head back. "*eeeuUUUuurrp*, *bwooOOORRRPP!!*"
Smirking, Hana cooed, "Music to my ears~" She whipped out two carrots from a pouch around her waist, and shoved them both into Grass Wonder's mouth. Patting the horse girl's head, she whispered, "Enjoy."
Grass Wonder lowered her head, face burning bright red as she slowly chewed.
"Now then..."
Hana stood before El Condor Pasa. Four carrots stuck out of her mouth as she chewed, her cheeks flailing from the speed. Within seconds, she swallowed them all simultaneously in one big gulp.
"More, please!"
Judging from her size, the fact El Condor Pasa was asking for more food was completely unsurprising. For her breasts were larger than her head, pushing out her shirt enough to result in impressive cleavage. The sides of her shirt were tearing, revealing that she failed to find a suitable bra today. Her belly, a huge oval, surpassed her lap and dangled over her calves. Fluffy, multi-layered love handles sprouted out of her sides. Her rear was impressive; it completely filled the chair and more, its fat seeping off the edges of both the sides of the chair AND the back. In light of this, her skirt rested atop her ass rather than over it, revealing her white panties to the world. Her thick thighs brushed up against one another, and her meaty calves split the sides of her leggings. The ropes were tied underneath her breasts and above her belly, only emphasizing the size of her boobs.
Hana cupped El Condor Pasa's bulging cheeks in her hands. "Oh, El Condor Pasa. You truly are the best little piggy I have."
The horse girl's eyebrows twitched. "I'm going to win this eating contest. If I want to be the best eater in the world, then winning one round of the Tubby Series should be nothing to me!"
Hana's hands wandered down to El Condor Pasa's stomach. "Nngh..." Hana rested her hands on it. She could feel all the food churning under her palms. Then she rubbed her fingertips across it, feeling how taut it was. Then she grabbed and squeezed it, slowly, letting the horse girl's fat fill her hands. "A-Ahhh, Trainer-san, that's-" Next, she poked deeply into El Condor Pasa's belly button. "Mmmph..." Then she rapidly poked it, pushing harder, harder, harder, until the horse girl felt an unbearable pressure force its way into her chest.
Thrusting her head forward, El Condor Pasa threw her mouth open as far as it would go. "*bw-*bwooooooooOOOORRRRPPPP!*" Upturning her eyebrows, she leaned back in her chair. "Uuuuugh..."
Hana smiled. "That's my girl. The biggest pig in my litter~"
Hana walked off towards Rudolf again, pulling out more carrots. "I expect great things from you, come a month from now."
El Condor Pasa frowned tightly, staring at the ground. "..."
"Uuuu, I want to taste the batter so badlyyy... Just one little bite?"
"Hargh, for the last time, Gold Ship, no! Trainer-san said we can't eat a bite of ANYTHING while we're baking this!"
"Guess it's his brilliant idea of what makes a good training session. Making everything a royal pain, that is."
Outside the storage shed, two tables were set up; behind one stood Gold Ship, Vodka, and Scarlet, while Special Week and Silence Suzuka stood behind the other. Bags of sugar, flour, sticks of butter, and several different baking pans sat on the table. Each horse girl wore an ill fitting apron that hugged their tummies and breasts, with the straps digging into their shoulder and back fat. Sugar and flour covered the tables, their hands, and their aprons.
"Now, how much yeast does the donut recipe call for?"
"Two eggs! Large!"
"I meant how much YEAST?"
"Uhhhh... Three. Er, tablespoons."
"This... Looks like way too much."
"Scarlet, you moron! It says TEAspoons!"
"Oh, I'm at fault, Vodka?! Why didn't YOU say something if you knew Gold Ship was wrong?!"
"Why'd you trust any instructions from her to begin with? She wanted us to use lizard eggs earlier!"
"I-In my defense, the recipe didn't say which KIND of eggs to use..."
Scarlet and Vodka shouted at the same time, "Because it should be obvious!"
By the other table, Special Week stood next to Silence Suzuka. The orange haired girl's breasts bounced furiously as she calmly spun a hand mixer in a baking bowl."U-Um, Suzuka-san? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Not particularly."
"Oh. ...Umm, I really admire you! That eating contest before? You were amazing!"
"It wasn't anything special. All I can do well is eat. So I ate."
"But that's what makes it so cool~!"
"..."
"...Ummmm, how about now? Can I do anything for you now?"
Silence Suzuka's eyebrow twitched. "..."
"Ahhhhhh... Delicious."
"Eh?"
The horse girls turned their heads. Not far from their two tables, Trainer-san stood behind a third. From carrots, apples, celery, oranges, grapes, to jalapenos, an array of greens flooded its surface. Trainer-san thrust his nose towards the carrots and took a deep sniff. "Pheeeew. You just can't beat fresh greens from the countryside." He took a slow bite out of the tip of the carrot. Chewing, he snuck a sidelong glance at the horse girls. A shit eating grin split his face. "Mmm. Delicious."
*groooOOWWWLllll...*
A chorus of tummy growls filled the air as the girls rested their hands on their bellies, trying not to drool (too much).
Trainer-san took another bite. "*munch* And to think, the team who finishes their dish first will be able to eat all this!" Trainer-san shoved the rest of the carrot into his mouth, then licked his fingers. "Mm. It's almost not fair!"
"Gaaaahhh, we get it, we get it!" Vodka cried. "We'll do it right, sheesh."
Gold Ship smacked her cheeks, then declared, "Yes! Let's try again from scratch, working together team this time. Group hug~!"
"Gah, get off me!"
Special Week tore her gaze away from the table, ignoring a second, quieter growl blasting from her stomach. "Uuuu..." She looked up at Silence Suzuka. Her upper arm fat was jiggling and shaking like mad as she mixed the butter with her right hand. With her trembling left hand, she held the bowl.
Special Week took the bowl from Silence Suzuka, then began mixing it in her place. "Ah, Suzuka-san, allow me."
"Eh? Spe-chan?"
"Your arms are tired, right? So let me help you! ...U-Uwaahh!" Special Week's grip on the bowl slipped before she managed to hold it again.
Silence Suzuka smiled. "..." She held the base and side of the bowl.
"Ah, thank you!"
"So... Why the best in Japan?"
"Huh?"
"When you joined our team, you said you wanted to be the best eater in Japan." Silence Suzuka peered up at Special Week.
Blushing, Special Week looked to the side. "W-Well, that's because... I promised my Moms."
Silence Suzuka blinked. "'Moms?'"
"Mm." Special Week had a far off look in her eyes and a small smile on her face as she explained, "I have two mothers. One gave birth to me, and the other raised me." Special Week smiled brightly up at Silence Suzuka. "They told me to become the best eater in Japan. And now, I'm carrying their dreams with me, so I can't lose!"
Silence Suzuka stared at Special Week for a moment. "..." She closed her eyes and tilted her head. "...I hope you win your first tournament, Spe-chan."
Special Week's face burned bright red.
"Spe-chan?"
"H-Hold the bowl tighter, Suzuka-san!"
"All right, but-"
"Haaaaaaaaa!!" Special Week took a beater off the table, then threw aside the hand mixer. She beat the bowl mercilessly by hand, some of the batter inside shooting out. Her belly and breasts jiggled rapidly, ripping a few tears in the sides of her skirt and shirt.
"Spe-chan-!"
Trainer-san looked up from his carrot. "Ho?"
Gold Ship and the others turned, watching them with mouths agape. "Haaaa?!"
Special Week tore the beater out of the bowl, then cried, "Suzuka-san, quick, pour the batter!"
"Right!"
Silence Suzuka dipped the mixing bowl batter into the cupcake pan.
Scarlet cried, "C-C'mon, girls, how's our batter looking?!"
"We had to restart, so... We're not even close to finished."
"Ahhh... And I wanted all that fooood..." Scarlet's tummy growled. *grrrRRROOooowwll...*
Special Week held up the cupcake pan, a huge smile on her face. "Trainer-san! We did it, it's ready to bake~!"
Grinning, Trainer-san flashed them a thumbs-up. "That's the spirit! Well done, Spe, Suzuka."
Special Week and Silence Suzuka nodded, smiles on their faces.
"As for the rest of you, don't worry, I won't leave you starving. You can eat your donuts once you finish making them."
Vodka's shoulders slumped. "I guess it's better than nothing..."
Trainer-san stepped aside as he gestured to the table covered in greens. "Now, you two, dig in!"
"Wow~!" Special Week all but threw her cupcake pan on the table before scooping whatever food she could hold. She shoved everything she happened to grab in her mouth.
Suddenly, her face burned bright red. "H-Hwaaht!!" She clamped her hand over her mouth as she swallowed. Sticking out her tongue, she cried, "Wahher!"
Trainer-san rubbed the back of his head. "A-Ah, I forgot to mention. There miiiiight've been a jalapeno or two in there. Well, you don't need to worry about training to eat spicy foods too much; it's unlikely they'd use something spicy in the Tubby Series anyway. Ahaha!"
"Ahm hot hurried hahout hat how!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Trainer-san spotted Hana walking out of a training building, spinning a carrot in her hand like a baton. "Hm?" He slowly frowned. "..."
Walking towards her, he called out, "Nice day, isn't it?"
Hana turned around, frowning. "Perhaps. But you should be less concerned with the weather and more worried about your girls over there." Hana pointed her chin at them. "They're looking rather thin." Adjusting her glasses, she flashed a smirk. "Unlike Team Rigil. Each member's putting on several pounds a day! Amazing what horse girls' bodies can do when it comes to food, isn't it?"
Trainer-san frowned. "...Are you still calling them your 'little pigs?'"
Hana's smile melted. "It's strategy. Not that I'd expect you to understand, what with Team Spica's policy on strategy. Letting your horse girls 'eat the way they want' instead of planning things out... Ridiculous."
Trainer-san took the lollipop out of his mouth. "I wouldn't be so dismissive of Team Spica if I were you. Because soon the only one eating anything on Team Rigil will be you, swallowing your pride. ...Heh."
Hana deadpanned. "...Was that supposed to be clever?"
Trainer-san blinked. "W-Well, I thought it was kinda clever."
"Haaaaah." Hana shook her head, then turned away. "When you're done playing your games, let me know. I'll need these training grounds soon for feeding horse girls with futures."
She stormed off.
Trainer-san put the lollipop back in his mouth. "Sure, Hana-san, they're a little rough around the edges for now," he thought, watching as Special Week downed an entire bottle of water in one gulp. She breathed out a huge sigh of relief, only to let out a belch. She clamped her hands over her mouth, face burning red. "But a little pressure will turn these earnest girls into glittering diamonds." Smirking, he walked off. "Count on it, Team Rigil."
***
"Nnnngh... Oooooh..."
"Um. Spe-chan?"
"El Condor Pasa-san and Seiun Sky-san... They've both had their debuts before me. Ahhhh, should I have a plan? Some sort of strategy?"
Special Week and Silence Suzuka were in their dorm room together. Silence Suzuka sat on her bed, letting her fluffy legs dangle off. Special Week, however, was pacing up and down the room in the narrow space between their beds. With how much weight she gained since her little cooking contest before, she didn't really fit the space anymore. Her hefty hips repeatedly brushed against her desk chair and Silence Suzuka's knees, yet she didn't so much as flinch. Her tummy bounced and jiggled, smacking against her calves every step she took. Her tail flickered as she rubbed her double chin and lowered her head.
"No, no. Trainer-san said to just trust my gut. Er, gut instinct. Still, that's a little-"
"Spe-chan, are you nervous?"
"E-Eh?!" Special Week's back and shoulders snapped straight so speedily her stomach shook. She craned her neck around, shaking as her eyes widened. "W-W-What would make you think that?"
"Um... Just a feeling."
Special Week's ears drooped down. Heaving a sigh, she plopped down on her bed. It creaked as her rear splayed out across the surface. She had to spread her legs out as wide as she could to make room for her belly. It spilled all the way down to her calves. "Haaaaahhh... If even you can tell, then El Condor Pasa-san and Seiun Sky-san will spot it right away."
Silence Suzuka upturned her eyebrows. "'I-If even I can tell,' huh..."
Special Week jerked her head up and threw her arms out, wildly gesturing as she cried, "N-No, that's not what I meant! Um, I, um-"
Silence Suzuka frowned. "Spe-chan."
Special Week froze.
Upturning her eyebrows again, Silence Suzuka smiled. She hosited herself up off her bed, sending her breasts bouncing. "You promised to become the best in Japan, didn't you? What did you tell me was the reason you made that promise?"
"F-For my Moms, but-"
Silence Suzuka smiled down at Special Week. "And who will be watching you tomorrow as you make your big debut?"
Special Week blinked a few times, then her eyes widened. "My Moms would...!" Special Week stood right up, her belly bouncing jovially. "I can't look all mopey when they're cheering for me!" Special Week leaned into her desk, staring into a pocket mirror. "I have to put on my biggest smile! ...Ahhhh! My hair's a mess!!"
Silence Suzuka laughed softly as Special Week threw her desk drawers open. "They can't see me tomorrow like this! Comb, comb..."
Silence Suzuka gently combed Special Week's hair with her fingers. Special Week froze, her face burning bright red. "E-Eeep... S-S-Suzuka-san?"
"Don't worry about a thing, Spe-chan." Silence Suzuka smiled. "Just win."
Special Week lowered her head as her eyes turned into spirals. "Y-Y-Y-Yes...! I-If it's YOU s-saying so, then...!"
"?"
"Heeeeeeeeeey! She won't be the only one cheering you on, tomorrow!" Gold Ship threw the door open, a huge grin on her face. "We'll be cheering you on until our voices are horse! ...Heh."
Scarlet facepalmed. "PLEASE don't tell me you've been planning that line for days. Like I think you did."
Special Week turned, her hands shooting up to her head. She pushed Silence Suzuka's hands off. "Eh, everyone?! How long have you been listening?"
Gold Ship turned sideways, then attempted to step through the doorway. Yet her hips squeezed against the doorframe. Grunting, Scarlet planted her massive, overflowing boobs onto Gold Ship's exposed hip, and pushed forward with all her might. Her breasts squished and jiggled like crazy, but Gold Ship managed to pop out through the door frame.
As Scarlet wiped sweat off her brow, Vodka poked her head into the room. "Oh, since around the time you said, 'Suzuka-san! I want to look my best for you! And ONLY you!'"
"I-I did NOT say that!"
Silence Suzuka upturned her eyebrows, flashing a small smile. "..."
"Ahh, what is this, a late night slumber party?" Trainer-san poked his head into the room as well.
"Trainer-san! You too?"
He sighed. "It's good to be excited, but..." Making a fist, Trainer-san bonked each of the visiting girls on their heads.
"Ow!"
"Gah-!"
"Hey, what the hell?!"
"You knuckleheads are making Spe stay up on the night before her big day!"
"Ah..."
"Ahh, I didn't think of that! Sorry!"
Trainer-san rubbed the back of his head, frowning tightly as he closed his eyes. "Spe. You're probably really nervous about tomorrow. But don't over think things."
"Huh...?"
Trainer-san frowned down at her. "Your stamina has increased drastically (along with your weight) compared to when you first entered Tracen Academy. And thanks to our training, so too has your patience." Trainer-san's face broke out into a smile. "You've got this in the bag. Just don't lose sight of your goal; to become the best eater in Japan. Eat like a horse girl with that hefty goal in mind would!"
Special Week smiled and bowed. Her belly squished deeply into her thighs, and drooped down to mere inches above her feet. "Yes! I will!"
Trainer-san grinned. "All right, that's the spirit I like to see!" He turned away and waved behind him. "Come on, girls. Let's give her some space." He paused. "Heh, goodness knows she-Gah!"
Special Week threw a carrot shaped pillow at the back of his head. "Jeez, get out already!"
"Ahahaha, don't stay up too late with Suzuka-san, now."
The four visitors left, chatting among themselves.
Special Week let out a long sigh. "Ahhhhhh... I can't believe him sometimes." The lights shut off. "Eh?"
Silence Suzuka removed her hand from the light switch. "We need to sleep, Spe-chan. You'll wake up late tomorrow morning if you don't go to bed early."
Special Week frowned, then lowered her head.
"Spe-chan?"
"It's not just my Moms' dream anymore," she muttered. Special Week slowly raised her head, clenching her hands into fists. "...I'm going to do my best. I won't lose!"
"You won't lose this eating contest. Understood?"
"Yes! I'll do my best!"
Her and El Condor Pasa stood a ways from the food contest stage in the middle of the stadium. A buzzing crowd chattered among themselves as the announcers debated which horse girl would emerge victorious.
Hana put her hand on her hip. "Being confident is good, but that will amount to nothing unless you follow my strategy. When you see Special Week on stage, what will you do?"
El Condor Pasa frowned, slumping her shoulders. "I... I don't think it's neces-"
"I'm your trainer. If you want to win, you have to do as I say. Or do you want to become like Silence Suzuka, throwing all of your potential away on a silly whim?"
El Condor Pasa lowered her head, squishing her double chin out. "...I'm supposed to tell Special Week, 'Don't get too cocky. This is just your first contest.'"
"Very good. As for Seiun Sky, match her pace, then go full force once both of you have nearly finished your food. You should be able to overtake her completely in those last few seconds."
El Condor Pasa jerked back and tilted her head. The sudden motion sent her breasts bouncing, and her belly wobbling. It was a wonder her shirt's collar didn't split in two under the assault of boobs the size of El Condor Pasa's head. "Eh? What about Special Week?"
"Her? Please." Hana adjusted her glasses. "That girl is all talk." Special Week ran up to the eating contest stage as the crowd cheered. She jerked her head up and turned to them, eyes wide. She hesitantly waved to them, and they cheered louder. "Once she realizes how inadequate her training was in the face of such an experienced opponent, her confidence will crumble." Special Week sat down on her two chairs, face beat red as they creaked loudly. "She'll be if she can eat a few spoonfuls."
Special Week slowly turned her head to Seiun Sky, staring at her body.
"She's... Bigger than me..."
Considering Special Week's size, that was rather impressive. Seiun Sky's breasts weren't all that large; they didn't even reach the size of soccer balls. But her stomach, a big, round sphere of fluff, surpassed her knees entirely. It forced her shirt to rest atop it rather than over it. A deep naval no larger than a penny sat in the middle. Fluffy, tipple layered love handles sprouted out of her sides. Yet even with love handles that ample, her hips surpassed them in width. Her hips were so large, she needed to sit on a back-less bench rather than chairs like her opponents. Seiun Sky's green shorts wrapped tightly around her massive rear, leaving the clover pattern on the bottom hems completely distorted. Her meaty, curvy thighs were completely exposed. They were rather smooth in spite of being made of many layers of flab; very few dimples dotted their sides. Her cheeks were pudgy, and a small double chin framed her face.
"Um, hello!"
"Mm." Her head was lying down on the stage's table, her chubby cheek squishing against it. The horse girl left her legs splayed out wide, letting her belly droop through the gap. It jiggled every time she breathed.
She opened one eye and peered up at Special Week. "First contest?"
"Y-Yes! But I'll do my best!"
"Ehehe."
"W-What's so funny?"
"You're too jumpy. Try to relax." She closed her eyes again. "Just think of this as a big breakfast."
"That's a little..."
"TOO relaxed?" Without looking, Seiun Sky felt around with her hand. "Mmph." She patted Special Week's shoulder, cheek, and then finally her head.
"Nngh..."
"Well, if you don't stop being so tense, you'll never beat El Condor Pasa-san anyway."
"Eh?"
"Yahooo, Special Week."
Special Week turned her head. With a tight frown on her face, El Condor Pasa waddled up next to her. Then, standing stock still, she swallowed hard. "Don't... Do-"
Special Week closed her eyes and smiled, holding out her hand. Her hand trembled a little bit as she declared, "Let's have a good match!"
El Condor Pasa stared down at her hand. "..." Smiling brightly, they clasped hands. "Yes!"
"Heeeeey, I'm here too, guys..."
An LCD display above their heads lit up red as El Condor Pasa sat down, her three chairs creaking loudly. Eyes wide, Special Week gulped as she eyed the fellow horse girl's overflowing rear.
Overhead, a speaker blasted, "Annnnd all three contestants are ready! They look quite hungry, don't they?" The crowd cheered. "Well, don't worry! They won't be for long."
Special Week blinked as she continued to gaze at El Condor Pasa, this time her breasts. "T-They're almost as big as Suzuka-san's..." Special Week frowned tightly, puffing out her cheeks. "Oooooh. I won't let her win...!"
"Eh?"
"I-It's nothing!"
From the stands, Trainer-san squinted his eyes. "Suzuka, how's she look?"
Silence Suzuka held a pair of binoculars to her eyes. "She keeps blushing and staring at the ground. And frowning."
Trainer-san bit his lip. "Tsk. She must still be nervous...!"
Gold Ship threw her arm out. "Everyone! Cheer for her as loud as you can! Send her our waves of positive energy!"
Gold Ship, Scarlet, and Vodka thrusted their palms out. "HAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
Silence Suzuka peered through the binoculars again. "No, she seems more... Angry? What is she doing down there...?"
A bead of sweat dripped down Special Week's forehead. "What are they doing up there...?"
The horse girl snapped her head up as three plates were placed on the table. "It's finally time!"
Special Week's jaw dropped. "T-This is-"
Seiun Sky opened one eye. "Oh. Big breakfast. Nice."
El Condor Pasa pumped her fists. "Ha! That's all? This'll be a piece of cake!"
"Fifty! Count 'em, no less than fifty donuts for our opponents to cram in their hungry, empty stomachs! But they won't be empty for long; soon they'll be bloated to their absolute limit, and stretched as far as they can be."
Special Week put her hands on her stomach. "No, you've got this! My Moms are watching. Make them proud!"
"And now, without any further ado... Three."
Special Week glanced at Seiun Sky. The horse girl wiped drool off her mouth as she hoisted herself up off the table.
"Two."
Special Week watched El Condor Pasa, who grinned as she cracked her knuckles.
"One."
The Spica member looked up at the rest of her team in the stands. She could only make out their outlines among the crowd, but just seeing them brought a smile to her face. She turned to the food ahead of her, and floated her hands above it.
As a buzzer echoed throughout the stadium, the LCD display above the horse girls' heads changed from red to green.
"Go!!"
Special Week lurched forward, squishing her belly around the table's side. She threw a donut in her mouth with a flick of her wrist. Light. Airy. Fresh. While chewing, she grabbed two more donuts. She swallowed, then opened her mouth. Only to toss another donut in. "I have to pace myself," she thought as she grabbed another two. "If I go too fast, I'll choke and waste ti-"
A hand seemed to teleport towards the stage table. "?!"
El Condor Pasa snapped forward, smashing her belly into the side of the table. Her plate of donuts shook. Yet her hands continued to move in a blur; she finished chewing, and snapped her hand to her mouth. Special Week couldn't even see the donut! Special Week's heart beat harder.
El Condor Pasa glanced at Seiun Sky.
Seiun Sky let out a little grunt, her eyes meeting El Condor Pasa's. Seiun Sky shot her head down, her double chin almost hitting the table. She crashed her elbows into the table, then used both hands to flick donuts into her mouth, alternating from the left to the right. Her cheeks swelled as she chewed. Before swallowing, she flicked even more donuts into her mouth. Special Week glanced at the horse girl's plate. Wait, that couldn't be-?!
"Ohhhhh, and we're off to a roaring start! Seiun Sky immediately takes the lead, beating out El Condor Pasa!"
"Yes, we'll have to see how El Condor Pasa responds when she decides to make her move."
Special Week lowered her eyes and sweat. "They didn't even... Mention me..." She glanced up at the plate before her. The number of donuts seemed endless. They seemed to become a mountain, leering over Special Week. Still more sweat dripped down her forehead. "Should I speed up? Take my chance now? But it's so early, and I-"
Special Week frowned. "No. Trainer-san said to trust my instincts, and I will!" Special Week flung another donut into her mouth. "Wait for the right moment..."
Special Week glanced between El Condor Pasa and Seiun Sky. Crumbs dotted El Condor Pasa's breasts, and covered on Seiun Sky's cheeks and chin. As for Special Week, bits of donut were stuck between her cleavage and on top of her belly.
As Special Week flung another donut into her mouth,, her belly let out a noisy groan. *grrrrrRRRROOOOWWWlllll...* Her stomach surged out more and more with every bite. It squished deeply into the table, to the point of touching her donut plate. Special Week leaned forward further, digging her belly even more into the table. A pressure rose in her chest. Red in the face, Special Week swallowed hard before continuing her relentless binge.
"Oh? Seiun Sky seems to be slowing down!"
Special Week glanced over at Seiun Sky.
Seiun Sky upturned her eyebrows as her belly surged further out under the table. She spread her legs farther to accommodate it, but it just kept going. Her belly bloated until it drooped down to her calves. Her calves and thighs squished deeply into against it. Face flushing, Seiun Sky continued flinging donuts into her mouth. Her tummy groaned louder. *grrrrrRRRRRRrrr...* Her tiny belly button popped out. Stretch marks appeared at the tip of her stomach, stretching further until-
*RiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIPPPP!*
The sides of Seiun Sky's skirt ripped to pieces, falling to the ground. In that instant, her stomach shot out, wobbling. Seiun Sky squeezed one eye shut, and her entire body shuddered. Her face burned red as she puffed out her cheeks. Yet a second later, her mouth flung open. "*bwooooooOOOORRRRPPP!!* ...Tsk!" She narrowed her eyes, and flung food into her mouth faster, but-
El Condor Pasa caught flashed a grin at Special Week. Special Week's eyes widened.
El Condor Pasa grabbed two donuts per hand, and shoved both of them in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed, both in less than three seconds. She shoved two in again. And again. And again. Her stomach surged further and further into the table, until the table itself began tilting diagonally away from her.
"Ohhhhhh!! What's this?! El Condor Pasa has taken advantage of Seiun Sky's 'little hiccup' to make her move, instantly taking the lead over Seiun Sky!"
Special Week's heart pounded so hard it hurt. She shoved another donut into her mouth, eyes darting between Seiun Sky and El Condor Pasa. "El Condor Pasa-san only has a third of her plate left... Seiun Sky-san has a little less than half." Special Week glanced down at her plate. "And I-"
Over half.
Over twenty-five donuts remained for Special Week to eat, before El Condor Pasa could finish thirteen.
Butterflies rose in Special Week's stomach. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead.
Special Week's heart beat faster and faster. Sweat beat down her forehead. The crowd's cheers seemed to echo. The sounds of chewing, lips smacking, and bellies magnified to a deafening volume. Yet surpassing all other sounds was the sound of Special Week's heart hammering within her chest. "This is it. This is the first step towards my dream to become the best horse girl in Japan." Special Week grabbed another donut tightly. "I'm so far behind, no one in the crowd is cheering for me, and the announcers are ignoring me. I should have no chance of winning."
Special Week swallowed hard. "But."
She jerked her head up. "This is..."
Special Week grabbed a donut with one hand, and flicked her wrist to shoot it into her mouth. With her free hand, she pushed it farther into her mouth.
Trainer-san snatched the binoculars from Silence Suzuka. "Ah-"
"Yes! She's making her move!" A grin splitting his face, he cried, "El Condor Pasa has to pause to chew by eating two at a time. But by eating one donut at a time as fast as possible, Spe's doesn't have that weakness. She doesn't need to pause." Gold Ship, Scarlet, and Vodka let out a cheer as Trainer-san declared, "She can make up for lost time like this! She can win with this plan!!"
Silence Suzuka slowly smiled. "Trainer-san. I have to disagree. Spe-chan isn't planning anything. She's just..."
After chewing three times, Special Week swallowed.
El Condor Pasa glanced to the side, knitting her eyebrows.
Seiun Sky narrowed her eyes.
"This is...!"
Everyone's words echoed in her head.
"You're on my team, starting today. Welcome to Team Spica!"
"What does eating mean to you? What does it mean to be the best horse girl in Japan?"
"I want others to have as much fun eating as I do."
"...I hope you win your first tournament, Spe-chan."
A huge smile split Special Week's face as her cheeks flushed. "The most fun I've ever had!"
"Ohhhh! Just like that, debut eater Special Week makes her move! What an incredible pace!"
Seiun Sky flinched as her eyes widened. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed more donuts. "Nngh...!"
El Condor Pasa continued shoving two donuts in. She glanced repeatedly between Special Week and the horse girl's rapidly shrinking pile of donuts. Beats of sweat dotted her forehead. Swallowing down two more donuts, she glanced up at the stands. Right at the edge of the stands stood Hana. She couldn't make out Hana's expression, but El Condor Pasa frowned tightly.
"Oh, El Condor Pasa. You truly are the best little piggy I have."
Squeezing her eyes shut, El Condor Pasa grabbed three donuts per hand, squeezing them tightly.
"Is she-?!"
El Condor Pasa shoved the three donuts into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out, and her chin shifted left and right like a cow's as she chewed. She upturned her eyebrows.
"She is! El Condor Pasa is eating three donuts at a time now! How will she-"
"Grrkk!" El Condor Pasa jerks her hand to her throat, eyes widening. She repeatedly pounds her breasts, causing them to jiggle violently.
"What a pinch! El Condor Pasa is struggling to swallow!"
Special Week didn't flinch. She continued shoving one donut in after another. Her eyes didn't leave her plate.
El Condor Pasa glanced down. Just a few donuts left. For both of them. She reached towards the table, her fingers brushing against a bottle of water.
"That's my girl. The biggest pig in my litter~ I expect great things from you, come a month from now."
El Condor Pasa's fingers hit into the side of the bottle. It knocked over onto it's side, rolling. It reached the edge, and plopped off.
Upturning her eyebrows, El Condor Pasa turned to Special Week. The horse girl grabbed her last donut off the plate.
El Condor Pasa frowned and swallowed, hard. The three donuts went down. She numbly reached towards Special Week, her eyes fixated on the horse girl's smile. Her arm slowly lowered as Special Week shoved the donut into her mouth. Chewed. And... "There you have it, folks! Special Week continued her lead right until the end, claiming victory in this round of the Tubby Series!"
The crowd roared as Special Week leaned back in her seat. Her belly was almost unrecognizable; it stretched out all the way to the ground. Countless stretch marks covered it's surface. Letting out a long sigh, Special Week rested her hands on the sides of her belly. Her throat suddenly contorted. Face bright red, she clamped her hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened as her belly shook.
"P-Pheeew." Special Week got a far off look in her eyes. "Mom... Were you watching? I really did it. I'm carrying on your dreams."
El Condor Pasa lowered her head, a small smile on her face as she let out a quiet sigh.
Something hit her shoulder.
Frowning, El Condor Pasa looked up. Special Week frowned and upturned her eyebrows as she tapped El Condor Pasa again with her water bottle. "Hey, do you want mine? You seemed like you had trouble swallowing..." Special Week's face suddenly burned red. "A-Ah, I didn't drink from it or anything!"
El Condor Pasa stared at the bottle. She broke out into a grin. "Special Week!"
"Eh?"
El Condor Pasa thrust her finger out. "You may have won for now, but I'm going to become the best horse girl in the world someday. From this day on, we're rivals. So don't get too cocky, you hear?!"
Special Week blinked. Smiling, she nodded. "Yes!"
Eyes wide, Hana watched El Condor Pasa take the bottle out of Special Week's hands, and guzzle it down. "I... I don't understand. Eating contests are all about endurance. So how could...?"
"Are you still calling them your 'little pigs?'"
Hana closed her eyes. "...That man." She slowly opened her eyes, staring at Special Week. "Perhaps he and his team aren't as ridiculous as I thought."
Trainer-san, Gold Ship, Scarlet, and Vodka squeezed their way through the crowd, and passed Hana. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the horse girls run up the stage while Trainer-san stayed at the base to flash a thumbs up. Hana muttered, "I suppose I'll have to come up with a new training regimen."
"Uuuuuu..." Head lowered as her face burned red, Special Week heaved herself down onto two chairs in Team Spica's storage shed. The chairs creaked under her as her ass squished into them. Upturning her eyebrows, Special Week rested her hands on her still-distended stomach. "Ooooof..." As she rubbed it gingerly, she spread out her legs, letting her belly spill into the gap.
"Hmm? Hey, hey, why's our winner's face all red like a tomato?" Trainer-san asked, rubbing his chin as he looked down at her.
Gold Ship threw her arm into the air. A donut rested within her hand. "Phaaahh! Phoo phould phe phellpheephatphing!" ...And within her mouth.
Scarlet frowned. "Did El Condor Pasa say something to upset you? You two were talking after the match and all."
"Ah, no, it's not-"
"Then what's the matter? Get a stomach ache?"
Special Week's face burned brighter red. "No, no, I... I..." She took a deep breath. Clenching her fists, she squeezed her eyes shut and shouted, "I wanted to eat just like Suzuka-san, but I b-burped so loudly at the end!!"
Silence.
Special Week gestured with her hands, snapping her head up. "A-Ah, I mean, Suzuka-san always eats so neatly, and never b-burps, so I wanted to-"
"Ahahaha!" Scarlet pointed at Special Week. "Is that all?!"
Vodka's shoulders shook as she clamped her hands over her mouth. "To think a horse girl would be worried about THAT of all things during an eating contest...! Pffft!"
"G-Guuuys...!"
Trainer-san rubbed his chin, a huge smile on his face. The corners of his mouth twitched like mad as he sputtered, "W-Well, w-what counts is that you did your best, right? ....Pffft!" He clamped his hand over his mouth and turned away, his shoulders shaking violently.
"Uuu, even Trainer-san..."
"Spe-chan?"
"Eh?"
Silence Suzuka waddled up to Special Week, then held up one finger. Closed her eyes. Pounded her chest with her fist. Then shot her mouth open.
"*huuUUurp* Phew." Smiling calmly, Silence Suzuka tilted her head. "See? Now you were just like me."
Special Week's face burned bright red. "..." Frowning tightly, she put her hands on top of her belly, and stared down at the floor with wide eyes. "M-Mmm."
Everyone else stared at Silence Suzuka, mouths agape.
"T-THE Silence Suzuka... Just belched on command?!"
Trainer-san shook his head, sighing. "Well, just be careful not to turn out as messy as Special Week is when eating, you hear?"
"H-Hey!"
Everyone laughed. Special Week and Silence Suzuka made eye contact, then shared a smile.
"Spe-chan? Does your stomach still hurt?"
"Huh?"
"Let me help."
Waddling up to her side, Silence Suzuka patted and rubbed down Special Week's taut belly.
Stars in her eyes, Special Week leaned back in her chair. It creaked loudly. "A-Ahhhh~"
"You did well, Spe-chan." While her one hand patted the side of Special Week's belly, Silence Suzuka's other hand poked around until it found Special Week's naval. The horse girl poked her finger into it, pushing slowly but surely further in-
"*h-huuUUURRP*, haaahh..." Blushing, Special Week upturned her eyebrows as she smiled. "Suzuka-san... Thank you." Special Week grinned. "I can't wait for the next contest!"
⁂
The Expanding of Haruhi Suzumiya
Five feet.
That's how far I walked into North High before realizing today was going to be yet another major pain.
Those were the thoughts running through my head as I examined the new envelope in my shoe locker with an oh-so-familiar sender's name on the back.
As I heaved a sigh, I shut my shoe locker.
Looks like I'll be visiting the clubroom early today.
Several hours later, I knocked on the door to the clubroom. "Eh, Asahina-san? I read your letter. You, er, wanted to talk to me?"
Stop pounding so hard, heart. I won't be able to hear Big Asahina-san's lovely voice!
"Y-Yes. Please, come in. We don't have much time before Suzumiya-san comes."
Stuttering? While uncommon for the Asahina-san of the present, it was a habit I thought her future self dropped.
Swallowing hard, I opened the door. "What is it this time? More Tanabata troubles? World got rewritten aga-aaaack?!"
"Um. No, none of those things. I guess you could say the problem this time is a little... Bigger?"
An understatement as absurd as confusing a pebble for Jupiter.
Big Asahina-san sat on the clubroom table. Or rather, completely filled the table. Or rather, completely surpassed the table and crushed it underneath her god-knows-how-many-pounds body. Her breasts, as if they weren't impressive enough before, now were each the size of cannon balls. Forget popping buttons, they completely blew away her shirt. This forced her to be in nothing but a bra. Even then, her black and lacy bra (they made bras that size?!) barely managed to contain the omnipotent orbs. They squished tightly against the cups, seeping out and over the edges. This left her cleavage on full display, revealing that her star shaped mole was distorted into an unrecognizable shape. Even her stomach, once so trim it'd make gravure models eat their hearts out, now formed three mattress sized rolls. They shot out in front of her, each stacked on top of one another like a tower of water beds, and surpassed the edge of the collapsed table. Love handles sprouted out of her sides, so large they spread out as wide as she was tall. Oh, and did I mention that collapsed table? The clubroom table, large enough to seat more people than we had members of the SOS Brigade, laid broken underneath her massive rear. Against this unstoppable mass, her pencil skirt looked like undersized panties with how much they bunched up her boisterous hips.
I could feel my face grow hot. I'd seen aliens, espers, and time travelers. But this? If Haruhi walked up to me, bowed, and told me she regretted every ridiculous she ever made me do, I'd of been less shocked than I was by this... version of Big Asahina-san.
"A... Asahina-san." Mouth flapping open and closed like a fish, I tore my gaze from her humongous breasts and looked at her face. But it's not like that was free of fat either; she had a tipple chin and puffy cheeks. "You're uh... Your shirt is... The table..." I blinked. Glancing to the side, I force a smile. I can feel my face peeling from the effort. "How've you been?"
Big (it feels like an insult to think of her like that now) Asahina-san sighed. "Mou, Kyon-kun. You don't have to pretend for me. I..." Face burning red, she blinked several times. "I know this must be a shock after being with my, um, fitter younger self."
That's another understatement.
"But I need your help."
You need a lot more than that!
"You can... probably guess why."
Closing my eyes, I pinch the bridge of my nose and heave a long sigh. "Haruhi?"
Asahina-san nodded, face flushing again.
Now.
Haruhi had done a lot of absurd things over these past few semesters. Some of them were rather selfish. Others a little cruel.
But nothing she'd done could be worse than defiling Asahina-san's beauty!
I snap my back straight. Click my heels side by side. Raise my head. "Just tell me what to do."
Big- oh forget it-Massive Asahina-san upturned her eyebrows and smiled. "T-Thank you for your cooperation, as always. Um, where to start..." She frowned, her cheeks dimpling. "Soon, in this timeline, Suzumiya-san will cause my past self to, well, put on weight."
My eyes are drawn to the table in pieces on the floor. "I'm... guessing it's not one or two pounds."
She looked down at herself. Heaving her hefty arms, she grabbed at her breasts and squeezed them. The fat seeped completely between the gaps in her fingers, easily burying her hand. She shook her breasts a bit. That single motion sent her entire body rippling, and her belly jiggling. "Yes... Unfortunately not."
Seeing that from anyone else I'd probably be running to the nearest bleach bottle to scrub the sight out of my eyes, but seeing this from Asahina-san... My heart pounded a little harder.
She cleared her throat, sending her breasts-gah, stop staring already, me! "For whatever reason, Suzumiya-san inadvertently causes my past self to gain weight, leaving the future me in this state. I... can't exactly move to fulfill my duties to..."
Wait, wait, wait. PRESENT Asahina-san's going to get like this?
...
Does that mean her breasts will get this big too?
Nononono. Dammit Haruhi, the last thing I want to do is be all right with one of your crazy schemes!
"Kyon-kun, are you listening?"
I snap my head up. "Y-Yes!"
She half closed her eyes, and leaned forward. Well, as much as she could anyway. Her belly rolls squished into her titanic thighs, and her breasts smooshed against her top roll. "Mou, Kyon-kun."
Annnnnd now I'm not listening again.
Sighing, she straightened up. The motion sent her body rippling like a freaking ocean. "I don't have much time left. I came to tell you, we never found out why Suzumiya-san did that."
"Eh?"
"In two days, we need you to find the reason, and stop Suzumiya-san."
"Two?!"
"Yes, two days including today."
"Wait, hold on. I barely understand Haruhi on a day to day basis, in spite of being together for several semesters now. But now you want me to get completely inside her head in just two days?!"
"Yes, Kyon-kun." Massive Asahina smiled and tilted her head, closing her eyes. "I know you can do it, I believe in you~"
I snapped my back straight and saluted. Almost instinctively. "Yes, Ma'am!"
Forget plausibility, if that smile asked me to write a one million page biography on Haruhi, I'd of said yes.
"Now then..." She looked at the watch on her hand. "Our time's up, Kyon-kun. At least for now. I'll see you in two days if you do well~"
"Ah, wait!" My mouth moved faster than my brain. "Before you go... Just how much weight does Haruhi make you gain, anyway?"
I said it.
I asked a woman her weight.
...A FAT woman.
Honestly she had every right to make my body look like that table under her rear, but after a pause, she just winked, smiled, and put her index finger to her mouth.
"That's classified information~"
"Ah, Haruhi. About the clubroom..."
The two of us were on our daily commute to the clubroom, a walk that felt so natural to me I didn't even have to look where I was going. I couldn't help but feel like Haruhi's trained lapdog. An observation I'm sure Haruhi wouldn't have been displeased with.
"You aren't too attached to the clubroom table, are you?"
"What are you talking about? I sit at the throne of the room, not the table."
"No, I mean. Say something happened to the table, and-"
"But I don't sit there."
"I... Haaaahhh, forget it..."
"?"
As Haruhi stared at me with wide eyes and a frown, it occurred to me that if something doesn't revolve around her, it doesn't seem to register in her brain. Barely a few hours into the day and I can see Operation: Comprehend Haruhi was on a crash course.
"Ah, Haruhi."
"What now?"
"Has... Anything been bothering yo-"
She's... Glaring at me now?
Strutting ahead of me, she snapped, "Hrmph! Stop worrying about things. You don't need to think, just be my lapdog like always!"
Was that supposed to be comforting?
Haruhi flung the door open to the clubroom. "Mikuru-chan, you done changing?"
Shouldn't you knock first if you're going to ask that...?
"E-E-Eep, ah, um, please, don't look...!"
"Tsk, tsk. You've been wearing that maid outfit for ages now. Are you really still embarrassed by it?"
"N-No, it's not that. I, um..."
Where was Asahina-san, anyway? I could hear her sweet voice, but not see her. Looking around I spotted Nagato sitting on her chair, reading a book. Right where she'd be sitting if the table were not lying in pieces at her feet. She casually flipped a page. I got the impression that if the clubroom were struck by a meteorite and blown to bits that moment, she still would stay siting in that spot without a care in the world. Must be nice, not having to worry about time falling apart in two days.
Haruhi crouched down by the whiteboard, sighing as she upturned her eyebrows. "C'mon. Stop complaining. What's the SOS Brigade gonna do if it's trademark maid won't even serve it's members tea?" Haruhi poked under the whiteboard.
"Eep!"
I followed Haruhi's gaze.
The bottom half of Asahina-san's maid dress stuck out from under the whiteboard. Was she seriously hiding behind there? If that worked to escape from Haruhi, I'd eat and sleep back there.
Wait. I could make out the shape of Asahina-san's legs through the fabric. They were... shapely. Very much so.
Oh boy. I'm sorry, Massive Asahina-san. It looks like I'm too late. You'll have to live with some pouuuuhhhhooollly hell?!?
"A-Ah, stop, please, I don't-!"
Haruhi dragged Asahina-san out by her wrists, knocking over the whiteboard in the process.
Just yesterday she was her same, trim self. But now she weighed about 300 pounds, and wide enough to have her hips brush against doorframes. Her cheeks were fluffy, and I could see a double chin forming under her frowning mouth. Her breasts were now the size of soccer balls (but much softer, I'm sure), and they pushed her apron's collar down significantly. Had she not been wearing a dress underneath, she'd be showing off a fair bit of cleavage. Her ovular, fluffy stomach stuck out a foot in front of her, and drooped to just below her waistline. She left the large ribbon on her back untied. Understandable, considering it'd of been impossible for her to tie it over her belly and love handles. Speaking of love handles, while hers couldn't compare with the mighty love handles of her future self, Asahina-san's were double layered, fluffy, and protruded out from her dress. Her rear was much larger too, big enough to completely fill a desk chair. Maybe even seep off the sides a little. Between her belly, growing rear, and wide love handles, they hiked up her dress enough to tease glimpses of her dimpled knees.
And yet. My heart still pounded at the sight of her.
Dammit, Massive Asahina-san. You gave me some freaking bizarre fetish, didn't you?
Haruhi blinked as she looked between Asahina-san and the clubroom. "Something's... Off here."
She gasped. "The table's in pieces!"
THAT'S the problem?!
"Kyon, fix it!"
And that's your solution?!
The door creaked open. Koizumi popped his head in. "Oh, my. It seems I missed something while I was away."
I've never been so relieved to see that snake in all my life. Finally, a man with common sen-
"It seems the table's in pieces."
Screw you!
Koizumi bent over and proceeded to pick up large pieces. Sighing, I joined him. Yet unlike him, I had the pleasure of knowing that Massive Asahina-san's rear graced these planks of wood.
Sighing, Haruhi plopped in her chair and leaned back. She pulled a bag of chips out of her skirt pocket, ripped it open, and threw them in her mouth. Crumbs dotting her face, she muttered, "Hmmm... SOMETHING must of destroyed the table..." Haruhi swallowed and snapped her fingers twice. "Haaah. Mikuru-chan, get me a double tea."
Asahina-san, blushing furiously, glanced between me, Haruhi, and her own belly. "U-Um, but..."
I'm sorry, Asahina-san! I can't do anything about your weight yet! Wait. Did I even want to? I was a little scared at how readily I was willing to trade off the stability of space time in exchange for a fluffier Asahina-san.
Koizumi poked my shoulder. "I see Suzumiya-san has found an outlet for her latest stress."
I turned to him, eyes half closed. "Stress?" Haruhi lives the easiest life I've ever seen. Her being stressed is an insult to stressed boys and girls everywhere.
Whispering, he explained, "Yes. She's been experiencing extreme amounts of stress lately. Proportionally, there's been a rapid increase in the number of Celestials as well."
Koizumi smiled. It was only then that I noticed the heavy bags under his eyes.
"Umm, Kyon-kun..."
Asahina-san bent down, leaning next to me. Her breasts were inches from my face. "I... I made you some tea." She set it down on the floor, sniffing. Her eyes watered a bit. She readjusted the straps of her apron, frowning as she stared down at her breasts.
I wanted nothing more than to grab her and hide her someplace safe from the big, bad Haruhi. "Asahina-san, don't worry. We'll figure out something." And if we don't space time is doomed.
Asahina-san smiled warmly, dimpling her cheeks. "Mmm. T-Thank you... EEP!"
I thought her face was red before, but now it turned as red as the surface of Mars. Behind Asahina-san, Haruhi was smacking her butt. Considering it's new size and how Asahina-san was bending over, her rear must have been sticking out rather far into Haruhi's face. I can safely say this is one time I felt jealous of Haruhi.
Alternating from one cheek to the other with both hands, Haruhi snapped, "Mikuru-chan, quit dawdling!"
"E-Ehh?! P-Please, don't-" Asahina-san scurried away, arms flailing. She stood a bit behind me, hiding her face behind her serving tray.
Haruhi jumped back, then pointed. "I've decided! We're hitting the streets. It's time to investigate supernatural phenomenon!"
I half close my eyes. "Haaaaah? It's not even Sunday. Why now?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Kyon. Tell me." Haruhi pointed to the planks of wood in Koizumi and my hands. "Just who do you think broke our table?"
Little did Haruhi know she just groped the ass of the culprit. "How should I know? Oh wait, let me guess. Invisible cultists broke in, and pounded it to bits as a sacrifice for their ancient gods."
Haruhi made a face. "No, that's just stupid. It was obviously ghosts."
"And that's less stupid how?!"
Haruhi smiled brightly, grabbed her pointer off her desk, and pointed it at the table scraps on the ground. "Think about it. Someone would had to of sneaked into the school last night or while we were in class to do this. Who's the only person who could do that?"
"The janitor?"
"Wrong! A ghost. And that's why we're gonna look for it."
There's so much wrong with that statement I don't even know where to begin.
"That sounds wonderful, Suzumiya-san," Koizumi breathed with a smile. He sat up. "Would you like to do that before or after we fix the table?"
Koizumi, if you shoved your head any father up Haruhi's ass we'd never see you again.
"We're going now! If we wait too long, the ghost might get away." Haruhi bolted out of the clubroom, jumping over the remains of the table on her way out. "Meet me at the cafe in an hour. Last one pays!"
"W-Wait! Your tea-!" Asahina-san stepped forward and extended her hand out.
Haruhi's voice, fading out with every word, shouted back, "This is more important!"
I just stared at the wide open door, eyes half closed.
Asahina-san sniffed and lowered her head. "T-Then why did I even put this on if we're going out?" She patted her hips, causing them to jiggle. "It took me ten minutes to get into it..."
Nagato shut her book with a *thump*, then stood up. She walked past me and towards the door.
"Wait, Nagato. What do you make of all this? Why would Haruhi make Asahina-san... G-Gain weight?"
She stopped. "Haruhi Suzumiya is behaving as expected within this current situation."
"Wait, what current situation?"
"Increase in mass."
"No, I got that much. What..." I waved my hand. "No, forget it. Tell me, can you manipulate Information to restore Asahina-san to her normal weight?"
Asahina-san perked her head up.
"Negative. Doing so would warp Haruhi Suzumiya's current interpretation of reality, causing a collapse of space time."
Koizumi rubbed his chin. "Hmm, that's true."
"W-What does she mean?" Asahina-san trembled as she glanced at Nagato, her eyes moistening.
Koizumi gestured with his hands. "Basically, Suzumiya-san, for whatever reason, currently perceives Mikuru-chan to be a... heavy individual."
Asahina-san sniffed.
"So, if we were to suddenly change that reality, then Suzumiya-san's current interpretation of reality would shatter. As I've said before, if that were to happen..." Koizumi upturned his eyebrows. "Well, it wouldn't be very pleasant."
"In other words, Asahina-san is stuck like this."
"It would seem so."
Frowning, I turned to Asahina-san. "When did this start, anyway?"
"Ummm..." Eyes darting around the room, Asahina-san stuttered, "Y-Yesterday. Suzumiya-san suddenly called me and asked if I wanted to have dinner. We ate at the usual cafe, but even when I said I was full, she just kept buying more... Then she started f-feeding it to me..." She subconsciously rubbed her stomach. It squished with her touch. "S-So much food..."
She force fed her?!
Koizumi rubbed his chin. "For Mikuru-chan to gain this much weight as a result... It would seem Suzumiya-san believes it normal to gain weight this easily. That or her desire for Asahina-san to gain weight was so great, it overpowered her interpretation of reality."
"And why would she wish for that?"
Koizumi threw his hands in the air, smiling. "Who can say?"
A loud clatter sound echoed throughout the hall. Haruhi popped her head in, her eyebrows knit as she yelled, "Hey, what are you all doing standing around for?! The ghost is getting farther away as we speak!"
I just sighed.
If anything trying to understand Haruhi had made me understand her less.
I fear for the stability of space time.
"Oh my," Koizumi intoned.
Frowning, Haruhi tapped her foot, glaring at me. "What's that look for?"
Asahina-san just stared down at herself, blinking rapidly as her mouth gaped. "A-A-Ahh...!"
Did... Did I miss something?
The four of us had split up, making our own way to the cafe. And yet, now that we've all regrouped at our destination, it became clear that Haruhi struck again in the span of a single hour.
First off, Asahina-san forced herself out of her maid uniform before leaving (with Nagato's help; she had embarrassedly admitted that it's not really feasible for her to take it on and off by herself anymore), and yet, instead of casual clothes, she stood before us in her bunny girl outfit. Did Haruhi seriously force her to get changed right after arriving?! When did she even grab the outfit if she ran out of the clubroom?
But that wasn't all.
She grew even bigger.
About 200 more pounds packed onto her frame, making her roughly 500 pounds at this point. It'd be impossible to squeeze through doorways from the front; she'd have to turn sideways at this point! And that's assuming her rear and belly didn't stick out enough to hinder even that. Still, her breasts weren't any less impressive. Forget soccer balls, her breasts were each the size of her head now. The cups of her bunny outfit barely hid her breasts, leaving her showing an incredible amount of cleavage. Even then, her breast fat seeped over the cups, squished tightly into them. Her (once) star-shaped mole was on full display. As for her stomach, it pushed out farther down than before, until it reached halfway down her thighs. Her belly was packed tightly into her one piece-esque top, making a giant V across her waist. Her belly fat seeped out the sides of the V, and I'm sure the same could be said for her rear in the back. Her thighs had grown flabby and fluffy, the tight leggings showing off her many dimples. Even her face was fatter, with a double chin now decidedly wrapped around her face. There were tears in the corners of her eyes as she patted her belly. It jiggled and pulled against the fabric of her top. Sniffing, she looked over her shoulder at her own rear. She shifted left and right in place, only for a short ripping sound to pierce the air. Her face burned an even deeper shade of red. "E-Eeeep...!"
Any other time I'd of lectured Haruhi for forcing Asahina-san into this outfit in public. Again.
But now? In this situation?
I felt my own face grow hot as my heart pounded so fast it seemed like it wanted to break out of my ribcage.
Still, Haruhi's madness didn't stop there.
For Nagato wasn't spared this time.
At about 300 pounds, Nagato's frame wasn't as wide as Asahina-san's, but that didn't make it any less... impressive. Her chest sadly remained as flat as a baking tray. Her belly, on the other hand, grew out into a large orb the size of a beanbag. It rested down at her knees, making it a little bigger than Asahina-san's in spite of their significant weight difference. It rode up her school shirt, forcing it to rest on top of her stomach rather than over it. Her small, outie belly button was left completely exposed. As for her hips, they weren't going to brush against any doorframes, but they were still impressively shapely. They forced up the sides of her skirt, revealing her fat, jiggly thighs in all their glory.
...Impressive? Glory?! Massive Asahina-san, what did you DO to me?
And yet. In spite of all this, Nagato met my gaze with a decidedly emotionless expression. I couldn't help but wonder; if Nagato were the size of Massive Asahina-san, would she even so much as flinch, let alone blush?
"Hey." Haruhi sidestepped in front of Nagato. Resting her hands on her hips, she lifted her head, smirking. "What do you think?"
I think you rendered yet another girl incapable of sitting on just one chair. "Of what?"
Her smile turned upside-down. "Of my outfit."
"Haaaah?" I glanced Haruhi up and down. She was in a pink hoodie and denim jeans. A weird look for her, but nothing special.
"You look normal."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"Tsk." Half closing her eyes, she thrust out her hand. "We agreed, whoever showed up last would pay for lunch. You lost, now pay up." She shook her arm up and down. "And make it snappy! Before the gho-"
I sigh and dug around in my coat pocket. "Yeah, yeah." I pull out my wallet and check its contents. Only for Haruhi to swipe the whole thing out of my hands.
"Wha- Hey!"
Haruhi waved it in the air with a smirk. "Hey, don't blame me for it costing so much." She stepped behind Asahina-san, thrust her hands out under her arms, and gave Asahina-san's breasts a strong squeeze. The fat seeped deeply around Haruhi's fingers, allowing Haruhi's hand to sink into it like a fluffy pillow.
"A-AhhhHHH!" Asahina-san's eyes widened as she squirmed around. The motion sent her belly smacking against her thighs. But Haruhi held on tight.
"It's gonna take a lot of money to keep these fed, after all." She let go of Asahina-san's breasts, resulting in them jiggling violently. Letting out a yelp, Asahina-san quickly tugged at the bunny outfit's cups to keep them from slipping off entirely. Grin still plastered on her face, Haruhi patted the exposed sides of Asahina-san's belly. They jiggled violently. "This, too."
"U-Uuuuuuuu...!" Asahina-san squeezed her eyes shut, upturned her eyebrows, and turned her head up.
*riiiiiiIIIIIPP!* The top began to tear around Asahina-san's belly. Her belly fat seeped out from the rips. Giving Asahina-san's belly one last pat, resulting in it jiggling and rippling like an ocean, Haruhi stepped back.
Whimpering, Asahina-san poked and squeezed at the flab seeping out from the rips. "Nngh... Uuuu..." As tears formed in the corners of her eyes, she began to hiccup. Each hiccup sent her rolls bouncing. Poor girl could hardly speak.
Then again.
Neither could I. I just stood there with my mouth agape.
Haruhi pat Asahina-san on the ass. "Mikuru-chan is coming with me. You guys see what you can dig up. Remember; ghosts like dark places. Meet up here in two hours."
Haruhi strutted off. Then suddenly stopped. "Oh, and Kyon?" She whirled around, pointing at me with a tight frown. "Look more alive. We're hunting ghosts here. You're not excited enough about that!"
"You just mugged me. How could I be excited?"
Haruhi paused, then frowned tightly. She muttered something under her breath.
Turning her nose up, she looked away. "Hrmph!" She strutted off, taking Asahina-san by the wrist. Then she suddenly paused. She stormed back, grabbed Nagato as well, and stomped off with both of them in tow. Admittedly, seeing a trim Haruhi sandwiched between a much larger Asahina-san and Nagato was a little too amusing to me.
All right, fun time's over. Have to be with the cretin.
Glancing over my shoulder at him, I called, "It looks like it's just the two of u-"
Koizumi was on his phone. "Yes. ...I cannot say this was unexpected, but nonetheless it needs to be dealt with. It seems like it'll be a big one this time. ...See you shortly."
He hung up, then glanced at me. His eyes were half open, like a snake before it strikes its prey.
"What was that all about?"
He blinked once, then regained his unnaturally smooth smile. Running his hand through his hair, he upturned his eyebrows and breathed a small sigh.
"It would seem a Celestial has appeared right where we are standing."
***
As soon as Arakawa-san and Mori-san arrived in their limo, they made quick work of the Celestial. In spite of Koizumi's repeated invitations, I didn't spectate this time. I had no desire to see him playing superhero again.
Upon finishing up, Arakawa-san and Mori-san bowed to me, then sped off in the limo. The whole process start to finish had to of been less than five minutes. As quick and practiced as a bank robbery.
Koizumi and I split up from there. Last thing I wanted to do was walk around the city side by side with him. I could just imagine him with a wide smile as he closed his eyes, turned to me, and said with a chuckle, "This kind of feels like a date, does it not?" I figured by turning him down, I was doing him a favor. It'd keep his nose from being broken, at least.
He slithered back to his den, off to do who knows what, while I walked up and down the streets with a frown on my face. Did some window shopping. Not that I could call it shopping considering I had no wallet.
Still, at least I had time to think clearly, pretty much for the first time since this whole fiasco began.
Asahina-san has always been the subject of Haruhi's abusive tendencies, so her being the one to receive the full brunt of her latest reality-bending spree makes sense. At least as much sense as Haruhi is capable of making. But Nagato, too. She got dragged into this. Why?
Usually Haruhi just wants to have fun, so she custom tailors reality to make life more exciting for her. What fun would require fattening Asahina-san and Nagato?
I stared at my reflection in a store window. There was a sharp crease between my narrowed eyebrows. I let out a huge sigh. About the hundredth one that day.
It almost seemed pointless to bother thinking about any of this. Haruhi is Haruhi. If I could understand her, she wouldn't be the SOS Brigade leader I knew who threw my quiet life upside-down.
Still, I had to do SOMETHING. Tonight, I'll talk to Nagato and ask if she noticed anything I was missing. Because when it came to having information, there was no one better than good ol' Nagato.
For now, I could only hope Haruhi hasn't gotten into any more trouble. Putting the stability of space and time in mortal peril was more than enough.
Well that hope was short lived.
"Mikuru-chan, you have to-"
"Ah-Ahhh!"
"...hold it up more!"
"My, my, someone doesn't seem displeased about this latest development."
Massive Asahina-san?
Can you just get a motorized scooter to move around in? Like the ones in shopping malls?
Because I can't seem to find fault with the direction the future is headed towards here.
600? 700? 800? Hell if I knew at this point. All I knew was Asahina-san was HUGE. Now she was wide enough to have her hips brush up against double doors. In fact, how the hell was she going to get on the train home? Her breasts were even bigger too, but I couldn't quite tell how much so. For a large bath towel was wrapped around them, giving me only the impression of their large, spherical form. Her belly wasn't any less impressive, either. It stuck out two feet in front of her, and drooped down to rest against her knees. A second, smaller roll began to form too, resting between her massive breasts and her lower belly roll. Faced with this much heft to carry, her bunny suit had countless rips and tears across her stomach. It was held on only by a few strings. Her humongous, heavily dimpled thighs were on full display due to her transparent leggings. They rippled with her every step. And her rear... It seemed the back of her bunny outfit snapped off completely. And who could blame it? Asahina-san's ass cheeks were each the size of freaking yoga balls. Without anything to contain them, they bounced like crazy. Even her face was fatter, as made evident by a triple chin forming.
Nagato wasn't too far off, either. Roughly 500 pounds or so. Her chest took on a little fat, yet rather than being round and shapely like Asahina-san's, her breasts looked more like lumps of fat, like a belly roll. No bigger than a C cup. Her stomach, still retaining its perfectly spherical shape, drooped down past her knees and halfway down her calves. Her outie belly button protruded even further now, impossible to not notice. With her stomach this distended, it seemed she opted to take off her school coat. It was folded impeccably under her arm. Of course, this only made it even easier to see her school shirt. It wrapped tightly against her breasts, and, like before, it didn't cover an inch of her stomach. With her belly blocking the way, I couldn't quite see her undoubtedly sizeable thighs. A double chin framed her face.
Arching her eyebrows with a tight frown, Haruhi pointed at Koizumi and me. "Just what do you think you two are looking at?!"
Gulping, I turned away. I could hear Asahina-san cry as Haruhi grunted. Ah, I could just imagine that bath towel wrapping tighter and tighter around her chest right now. Truly, a position to be envied.
"Well?"
"W-Well what?"
"What did you find during the ghost hunt, dummy! What else could I be talking about?"
Koizumi spoke up, "I investigated the local cemetery, but to no avail. Forgive me."
"What about you, Kyon?"
I looked over my shoulder and snapped, "To begin wi-Grk?!" A number of onlookers stood a ways from Haruhi, watching as she dug her hands into the bath towel around Asahina-san's breasts. Hands full of Asahina-san's breast fat, she shoved them down repeatedly into the bath towel's tight embrace.
She was doing this in public?!
Looking up, she knit her eyebrows again. "Stop sneaking shots, pervert!"
Turning back around, I looked up at the sky. I could feel my face grow hot. "T-To begin with, even if ghosts were real-and that's a pretty big assumption-they're invisible. AND they can pass through any surface. How the hell is someone supposed to capture one?"
"Oh, is that the problem? It's easy. I saw it in a movie."
"If it's so easy, then tell me; did YOU find anything? What were you three doing all this time that left Asahina-san in this state?"
"We were investigating all the fast food places."
Does that mean she force fed both girls this time?!
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Haruhi. I thought this was about finding ghosts?"
"Hey, you'd never know if ghosts are haunting fast food places until you look. And now we know they aren't! You should be thanking me."
"Thanking you? You dragged us out here as an excuse to stuff your fa-"
Koizumi elbowed me. I glanced at him. He jerked his head back to Haruhi. I turned around.
Her face was bright red as she clenched her teeth. Eyebrows knit, she pointed at Asahina-san. "M-M-Mikuru-chan was the one who wanted to eat!" Turning to her, Haruhi snapped, "Tell him!"
"Ummm..." Asahina-san's face flushed. She stared at the ground. Or rather, her giant breasts that blocked the view of the ground. "I did say I was a little hungry..."
"See! I didn't set all this up to eat. We're investigating gho-!"
"Right, right! Sorry." I looked away. "I misspoke. Or something."
Haruhi's voice trailed off. She exhaled sharply through her nose. "Fine. Dismissed." She walked off, hands in her pockets. "We'll continue the search tomorrow."
The second I got home I collapsed face up on my bed. Didn't bother getting changed.
Koizumi drove Asahina-san home in the Agency's limo, Nagato walked off to who knows where, and with how large Asahina-san was, I couldn't fit into the limo with her too. So I took the train home instead.
I rolled over on my bed. According to Massive Asahina-san (considering present Asahina-san's size, calling her future self 'Massive' no longer served as a suitable way to distinguish the two), I had less than a day left.
But that was fine.
Because I figured this all out.
All that was left was to confirm one last thing with Nagato.
I called her on my phone. The first dial tone cut itself off suddenly. "Nagato. You there?"
"..."
"...Did you just nod in response?"
"Yes."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "You're good with numbers, right?"
"My total mass has increased 182.972 kilograms within four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds."
"Wait. I didn't ask about that. Don't tell me... Are you feeling self-conscious about it?"
"..."
"Haaaahhh, forget it. Tell me, Nagato..." I sat up in my bed. "What's Haruhi's current weight?"
After a pause, Nagato responded emotionlessly, "Haruhi Suzumiya's mass totals..."
"Ahaha...! So, this is your plan, is it? To think, you want to praise Suzumiya-san..." He put his hand over his mouth, and his shoulders began to shake. "And right after finding out that she gained weight, no less...!"
My face burned red. "Shut up. This is the only thing I could think of."
The next day, the Koizumi and I were in the clubroom, sitting at the newly repaired clubroom table across from each other. But it wasn't exactly repaired. I just taped it back together with duct tape underneath it. Worst comes to worst, if Haruhi starts berating me for half assing the repairs, I can claim the ghost fixed it. Maybe he's a nice ghost that wanted to repent for breaking it. If she can claim ghosts hide in fast food places, then I can claim they fix tables.
I heard footsteps. Loud ones. Koizumi smiled brightly at me.
"Well then, shall we begin? Care to lead the conversation?"
He was so getting a punch to the face when this was over.
I sucked in a deep breath.
"Boy!" I shouted, my voice sounding monotone even to me. "The girls sure are getting b-big!"
"Pfft!" Koizumi clamped his hand over his mouth and doubled over. I kicked him under the table. He held up his palm, then raised his head. Those better not be tears in the corners of his eyes.
Yes, yes, my acting skills are about on par with yours in the Adventures of Mikurun, Koizumi. Perhaps I was lucky to be her gofer/editor/whatever the hell during that time instead.
But. No matter how bad I was, the footsteps still stopped.
Clearing his throat, Koizumi called, "Oh! Do you mean Mikuru-chan and Nagato-chan?"
Who the hell else could I mean?! "Ahh, yes," I continued loudly. "But they're kind of..." My face burned red. "C-Cute that way, aren't they?"
The corners of Koizumi's mouth twitched.
I hate everything.
"My, my. I didn't know you were into that. Perhaps I should add that to your list of 'tastes' along with 'ponytails'?"
"Wha-!" You scum sucking snake faced forked tongue rat bastard! That wasn't in the script!
Koizumi spared me a modest glance and a smile, looking up at me. Just like whenever he said, "Your move," during our board games.
I can't refute him or the whole plan would be for naught.
Resting my hand on my chin, I looked away.
"...Something... Like that."
Deathly silence.
Then the door practically flew off the hinges.
"Y-Y-You...!"
There stood our Brigade leader, pointing her finger dramatically at me. Her face was burning red. The corners of her mouth twitched, unable to decide if they should be upturned to sharply down turned.
"P... P..." She stomped her foot, then threw her arms down. "Dirty pervert!!"
After all that that's the best she could come up with?!
She slammed the door closed, so hard it shook the table and caused Asahina-san's rack of outfits to sway. Pounding footsteps echoed down the halls, then slowly faded out.
I rubbed the back of my head and closed my eyes. "...Well. That went about as well as I could have hoped, I guess."
"Ahaha, this just proves that no matter how strong her supernatural abilities are, she's just a fragile girl at heart."
If I'm supposed to believe Haruhi's fragile, then what did that make Asahina-san?
"Still..." Koizumi rubbed his chin. "I have to say, you did well. I can't find a fault in this strategy of yours."
"I'm glad it meets your standards of approval, Hijikata-sensei."
"Yes, as am I." Smug bastard. Koizumi folded his hands on the table. "Suzumiya-san is many things, and jealous is one of them. If she believes you to like Mikuru-chan and Nagato-san at their new sizes, then she will cease making them gain weight."
"There's just one thing I'm not sure about... What happens now?"
"Oh?"
"Asahina-san and Nagato won't gain any more weight, but they can't lose it either, can they? After all, Nagato told me last night that Haruhi herself gained weight. I'm sure Haruhi tried to lose it-something about protecting her image as the Brigade leader, maybe-and failed. She doesn't exactly have much self-control."
"I think you give her too little credit."
"No, I think I'm being generous. In any case, her failing to lose weight made her jealous that Asahina-san and Nagato were their normal weight. So she subconsciously wished for them to be much fatter than her. Leading to Asahina-san and Nagato's current sizes. But..." I crossed my arms. "Doesn't the fact Haruhi couldn't lose weight on her own mean she thinks it impossible to lose weight?"
"That is a possibility, yes."
"Then, doesn't that mean Haruhi would view it as impossible for Asahina-san and Nagato to lose weight as well?"
"Ahahaha..."
I narrowed my eyes. "What's so funny?"
"You seem awful insistent on proving this point. In fact..." Koizumi folded his hands, then leaned forward. "Our earlier skit was just acting. What do you really think?" Koizumi upturned his eyebrows. "Don't tell me you actually like bigger girls?"
"Grrk...!"
A critical hit! It's super effective!
I turned my head away. I'm sure my face was bright red, and Koizumi must've been enjoying every second of it.
Glancing behind me, I spotted Asahina-san's new, massive maid outfit hanging next to her other, much smaller outfits.
While she was in that very same outfit, Haruhi had repeatedly smacked her rear.
...
Resting my chin on my hand, I muttered, "Well. I'm... Not against it."
Now that I had enacted my plan, I headed back to my shoe locker. And lo and behold, a new letter.
"Our time's up, Kyon-kun. At least for now. I'll see you in two days if you do well~"
That's what she said to me before. So to find a letter now... I must have succeeded after all.
Seems it was time to pay the clubroom another visit.
"Congratulations on a job well done, Kyon-kun~"
Well done?!
She was still HUGE! Even bigger than her present self!
Even if she managed to have her button up shirt on this time, Still-Pretty-Massive Asahina-san's breasts forced it to be completely undone. Each breast was far bigger than her head, forcing her to wear who knows what cup size for her bra. Even then, her bra looked glued on with how tightly it wrapped around her breasts. Her star shaped mole was clearly visible, albeit distorted from being stretched to all hell across her gigantic breasts. Her triple rolled belly shot out a little less than a meter in front of her. Each equally sized roll stacked on top of each other, with the lowest roll resting on her feet. Her rear stretched out behind her, ripping several tears in her skirt. As tightly as the yoga ball sized orbs were packed into it, I'm still impressed the skirt was in one piece at all.
...I'm glad I didn't resolve this incident too fast.
"S-So?" I tried to keep my voice even. And failed. "W-What did you want to talk to me about this time? Don't tell me Haruhi's causing ANOTHER time paradox."
"Ah, no. I just wanted to show you that you succeeded!" SPM (Still Pretty Massive ™) Asahina-san clapped her hands and smiled. "I'm fully mobile now~" She turned around completely, sending her belly and breasts bouncing. When she came to a stop, she tipped forwards and backwards a bit, her eyes wide. Yet she eventually stood straight and met my gaze, her face a little flushed. "W-Well. Maybe not 'fully' mobile... But enough!"
I found myself glancing between her cleavage and her face as I sputtered, "T-That's great. So space and time is safe from Haruhi's meddling?"
"For now, yes."
Somehow I'm not fond of that answer.
She glanced at her watch. "Ah, already? I'm sorry, Kyon-kun, but I can't stay a minute longer."
"W-Wait-!"
She held out her index finger, smiling. "Suzumiya-san's weight in the future is classified~"
"H-Haaaahh?! W-Who said I wanted to ask that?!"
"Mou, Kyon-kun. Give me some credit. Just how long do you think I've known you?"
"I don't know. How many years?"
SPM Asahina-san opened her mouth, then snapped it shut. "That's classified information as well."
Tsk. So close. I almost figured out her real age!
"Now, Kyon-kun, there's no time le-"
"Right, right, I'm going." I put my hand on the clubroom's door's handle. "...You. Um."
"Yes?"
My face burned bright red. "Don't worry about... Gaining... You, look. Well." I threw the door open and exited the clubroom. "Goodbye." I shut the door behind me.
Sighing, I leaned into the door and closed my eyes. What was that pathetic display back there?
I could just imagine Koizumi's smug smile.
"Oh my, someone's face looks flushed. Are you feeling all right?"
Yes, that's exactly what he'd sa-
"Koizumi?! Asahina-san, Nagato?"
The three of them stood outside the clubroom door. Koizumi had a big friggin smile on his face, Asahina-san had her index finger on her lips, eyebrows furrowed, and Nagato just stared at me calmly.
Poor Asahina-san could barely fit into her school uniform. Her breasts pushed down her collar enough to reveal an incredible amount of cleavage, her shirt couldn't cover an inch of her belly, her rear forced up her skirt, and her leggings were ripped at the sides.
Nagato's uniform was in a similar condition. Her stomach was left on display, uninhibited by her shirt. But her small breasts didn't reveal an inch of cleavage.
"Who were you talking to?" Asahina-san leaned forward, peering at the door behind me. "Is Suzumiya-san in there?"
I backed into the door. If they entered the clubroom now, SPM Asahina-san would be exposed!
"Ghost," I blurted.
"Ghost?"
"It was the friendly ghost," I explained, the words flooding out before I put a second of thought into them. "The one who broke our table. Then fixed our table."
Asahina-san blinked several times, wide eyed. "Ummm...?" I could practically see the question-marks floating above her head.
"Hooo? And just what were you starting to say to this 'ghost'?" Koizumi cooed as he stepped forward. "Something about gaining?"
"L-Look, I-"
"Stop dawdling!"
"Ow."
Haruhi stepped on my foot. Wait, where did she even come from?!
"Everyone file in! We're going to discuss our battle plan to catch the ghost." An assortment of occult charms filled her arms. On her back was a backpack. The top of a portable vacuum cleaner stuck out from the bag.
I didn't like where this was going.
Haruhi shoved me aside with her elbow, then kicked open the door.
"A-Ah, that's-!"
But SPM Asahina-san was already gone. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. Haruhi stepped back, then jerked her head at the room. Asahina-san squeezed sideways through the doorframe (with no shortage of little squeaks and cries), followed by Nagato. Koizumi, the ever loyal lapdog, took the occult charms from Haruhi's arms before going inside as well.
For some reason, Haruhi stood outside the door, staring at the ground. Her face gradually turned redder.
"Hey. Didn't you tell US to stop daw-"
"Did you mean what you said earlier?"
"Eh?"
"About liking them being so fat."
Blunt one, isn't she?
I looked her up and down. I didn't notice it before, what with Asahina-san and Nagato being so much fatter than her, but Haruhi was definitely chubby. Her boobs had gone up a cup size. They pushed down the collar of her school shirt, to the point where one more inch and she'd be showing cleavage. Her stomach was much fluffier. It forced up her shirt enough to reveal her belly-button. Her belly rested over her skirt's hem. Even her legs looked thicker, especially her thighs.
Then I looked back up at her face. She was staring at the ground, eyebrows arched and face burning red. "..."
Well if she was going to be so blunt about Asahina-san and Nagato, I figured I'd do the same for her.
"It's not bad. But if you were in a ponytail, you'd look bet-"
Haruhi grit her teeth, then reeled her fist back. She uppercut me right in the chin with all the force of a bullet train. I smacked into the ground, hard. I could feel my skull rattling around in my head.
"This isn't about your dumb tastes!" she shouted, stomping her foot. "This is about what you think of... Gaahh!" She turned up her nose and pounded into the clubroom. She slammed the door behind her.
Rubbing my head, I stood up groggily. I can get the ponytail comment pissing her off, but what's the difference between my 'dumb tastes' and 'what I think?' Just what was going on in that head of hers?
Here I thought the entire point of this charade was to figure Haruhi out.
Who was I kidding?
I still don't understand Haruhi at all. That's always been impossible, and always will be. But I suppose that's part of the reason why I'm in this club. It's... fun to piece together Haruhi. Not that I'd ever tell that to her face.
I opened the door to the clubroom.
"Haruhi. What did you say the club is doing today again?"
⁂
Girth Und Panzer (Girls Und Panzer WG)
*ding, dong!*
"Is it that time already?!" Thump. Pound. "Haa, haa, I'm coming, just one minute! Ooooh, where did I put it..."
Shimada Alice stood outside Nishizumi Miho's dorm, a blank expression on her face. She peered into the keyhole. But alas, nothing was visible from her vantage point.
And yet, Alice certainly didn't have any problems hearing the stirring of the girl within.
"Ah, there, there we go."
*riiiIIIIppp!*
"I-Is it supposed to make that noise?!"
Alice frowned. "Is something wrong with Miho-san after all? Just like she said..."
Upon Alice boarding Ooarai's school ship, Saori had called with a wave of her hand, "Ah, wait up!"
"Mm?" Alice had turned around, holding her waist with both arms.
Saori had leaned in and whispered in Alice's ear, "Try not to be too surprised when you see Miporin, okay?"
"Why's that?"
"Uuu... L-Let's just say she's gone through some changes since you last saw her! Ahahaha..."
Alice scrunched up her eyebrows in the present. "...?"
Miho threw open the door. "Welcome, Alice-san! Are you ready to have some fun?" In spite of the sweat dripping down her forehead, she smiled brightly.
Saori's words echoed in her head. "Try not to be surprised... Surprised... Surprised..."
Frowning, Alice looked Miho up and down.
Saori was correct; Miho did indeed go through quite a big change. In fact, Miho was a very, very big girl now. Her already ample breasts were now larger than her head, stretching out her pink shirt enough to reveal deep cleavage. The shirt's short sleeves dug deeply into her hammy arms. Her upper arms were the size of watermellons. Her belly had grown by leaps and bounds as well; sagging down to her knees, the giant, fluffy oval stuck out two feet in front of Miho. Her shirt barely covered a third of it, and when the hem met her flabby flesh, it hugged it tightly. All this left her tiny, outie belly button exposed. Fluffy love handles sprouted out between under Miho's shirt and above her skirt. Said skirt was a tiny one of a slightly darker pink color, and yet, with it stretched to a comical degree across the brunette's massive hips, ridden up by her fluffy rear, and hidden behind her drooping belly, the skirt looked more like a pair of woefully undersized panties. Her hips were so wide, they were hidden behind the doorframe. Alice could only imagine how huge they were. Her fat thighs squished into one another, and were covered in countless dimples. Similarly, Miho's mouth formed dimples in her fat cheeks. A double chin framed her face.
In one hand, Miho held two half eaten sticks of ice cream. With her free hand, she wiped the sweat off her forehead. "Ahh, it's so hot today... I hope you weren't overheated on the boat ride here? I know last time you got all seasick..."
"My... Rival looks like this...?" Alice thought. Her frown deepened. "..."
Alice poked Miho's belly button a few times. The brunette's entire stomach jiggled and bounced.
"*bwooORRP!* A-Ah!"
Alice glanced up. "Can you still fit in the Panzer IV?"
"Huh?" Alice continued to poke Miho. The brunette blushed. "W-Why wouldn't I be able to? *huuuURRpp.* Phew, excuse me..."
Alice puffed out her cheeks. "Mmgh. ...Then I guess it's fine."
"???"
Miho backed up a bit, and Alice stepped inside. Shoving the two ice cream sticks into her mouth at once, letting the sticks poke out, Miho shut the door and turned to Alice. "Mmph, mah mought me meefeemeefs-" Miho upturned her eyebrows, held up one finger, then bit into her ice cream sticks. She chewed for a bit, then swallowed. "*urRRp.* Ah, s-sorry! I shouldn't have talked with my mouth full."
Alice made a face. "..."
"Anyway, I have the new limited run Boko DVDs, just like I said I would!" Miho grabbed several DVD sets off her entertainment center and held them up to Alice. "13 episodes, never before aired on TV!" Miho smiled and tilted her head. "And now we'll be able to watch them for the first time together, Alice-san."
Alice nodded. "Mm!" She hopped onto Miho's couch, bouncing several times against the cushion.
"Eheheh." Miho turned out the lights, then bent over in front of the TV. Humming a tune, she popped in a DVD. Alice's eyes widened; for Miho's gigantic ass was right in poor Alice's face. The girl couldn't help but notice countless rips and tears lining Miho's undersized skirt.
Frowning, Alice looked away. It was too weird seeing her rival like this. So big. So slovenly. Just a ways from Miho's bed, Alice noticed a box overflowing with foodstuffs. "To (Nishizumi-dono) Ooarai Girls High School's Hero!" For whatever reason, the "Nishizumi-dono" was crossed out. Glancing between the box and Miho's massive butt, Alice half closed her eyes.
"Haaah, haaah, it's so much harder to move around than it used to be, phew." Miho backed up, then hoisted her rear into the air.
Alice's eyes went wide.
But before so much as a peep could escape her lips, Miho parked her butt onto the couch. The brunette not only took up more than two of the three cushions all by herself, but she sunk so far into them that the cushions might as well have been depleted of all their stuffing. Conversely, as though Miho sat down on one end of a see-saw, the stuffing under Alice's cushion shot straight up. Alice found herself airborne for a split second before thumping back onto the couch. Yet even once Alice sunk back down into the cushion, Miho's flabby arm forced Alice to sit up against the arm of the couch. The poor girl didn't have an inch of breathing room.
Miho turned. "Alice-san, are you all right?"
Alice frowned as she stared down at Miho's huge hips. "...I'm fine."
Miho upturned her eyebrows. "Aw, don't say that if you aren't comfortable. Wait, I know! I have a feeling..." Miho reached to the side, and grabbed two Boko dolls. Alice's eyes lit up as Miho handed them to her. "These will make you happy!"
Alice hugged them tightly, then nodded. "Mm!"
Miho smiled. "Ehehe." She turned to the TV, and hit play on the remote.
Alice's heart pounded as she stared at the screen. A brand new, rare, and exciting episode of Boko's misadventures was about to begi-
"*crunch* Mmm. *eeurrRRP.* Ahhh..."
Alice winced. She glanced to the side. Miho pulled an overflowing bowl of popcorn out of nowhere, and sat it on her stomach. The brunette took large handfuls of it, stuffing them into her mouth. Her eyes were glued to the TV all the while.
Alice turned back to the TV. "Ah..." She missed Boko's big entrance onto the scene...
Boko pointed his paw at a group of giant, red eyed penguins. "I won't give up!" he cried. "I'm beary angry at you, fur sure!"
"Ahahaha!" A big smile on her face, Miho laughed loudly, overpowering the TV. "B-Beary...! Pfft. Ahaha!"
Alice buried her head behind her two Boko dolls. She stared up at Miho. Miho's belly rippled like jello as she laughed, and the brunette's elbow kept hitting into Alice's cheek as Miho's entire body wobbled. "Nnngh..."
Miho blinked, then turned to Alice. "Oh, I'm sorry! Are you still uncomfortable?" Miho hoisted her arm into the air, then put it around Alice. The brunette patted Alice on the head. "That any better?"
Alice's face flushed. Her head was squishing into Miho's soft, soft breasts and her fluffy upper arm. It felt like a pillow was wrapped around her head. "M-Mm. This is okay."
Alice glanced back at the TV. All the giant penguins were poking their beaks into a collapsed Boko. Boko held his hands over his head as he called out his catch phrase. "No, I won't be defeated... Everyone! Len... e... ur......"
And yet. Alice's eyes were fixated not on the TV, but on Miho's pudgy face. Her double chin jiggled as she chewed her popcorn. Her smiles dimpled her pudgy cheeks.
Alice's heart pounded a little faster. She shoved her head into Miho's breast more. Alice thought, "She's a little big to be my rival, but..." A huge smile spread across Alice's face. "She's so soft. And warm."
The two Boko dolls in Alice's hands quietly fell to the floor. Alice used her now free hands to pull Miho's arm tighter around her.
Miho blinked a few times, but she smiled gently. She rested her head on Alice's.
"Are you finally comfortable?"
"Mm."
"Happy?"
"Mm!"
Miho cuddled her cheek against Alice's head. "Ehehe, I'm glad~"
Alice smiled. Suddenly, she stifled a yawn. Between the softness of Miho's body, and the lights being out, she found her eyelids growing heavier and heavier...
"...lice... Alice?"
"Mmmgh?" Alice slowly opened her eyes. Credits were playing on the TV. Through the window, she could see it was pitch black outside.
"You fell asleep," Miho whispered. "Did the ride here tire you out? Or don't tell me you stayed up all night because you couldn't wait for Boko."
Alice weakly sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Mm."
Miho upturned her eyebrows. "Mou, Alice-san..." Grunting, Miho lifted herself off the couch. Her butt jiggled from the sudden motion, and the stuffing in the cushions hesitantly rose back up. As though they were scared of Miho's titanic ass crashing back down on them.
"We can always watch the episodes tomorrow if you want."
Alice nodded, staring at Miho's jiggling butt. "Okay..."
Miho pointed at her bed. "Want to sleep in my bed again?"
Alice shook her head. "No. I want to sleep with Miho-san!"
Miho's face flushed. "H-Huh? I-I guess there's no harm..." Grunting, Miho laid down on the tatami mat spread across the floor. She scooted over to the side, causing her breasts and belly to wobble. "Mm, nngh." Most of Miho's huge body wasn't even on the mat, and yet, barely even a fourth of the tatami mat was left empty for Alice. The brunette patted next to her. "Phew. Come on in, then, Alice-san."
"Mm!" Eyes shining, Alice all but jumped onto the mat. She scooted close to Miho.
Miho smiled, then pulled up the covers. "Ahaha, you sure are excited. You forgot your Boko dolls!" Miho pointed at them lying on the floor. "Even I like to sleep with them sometimes."
Alice held her hands up to her face as her cheeks tinted red. "N-No. I found something better."
"Huh?" Miho tilted her head. "What could be better than Bok-Whoa!"
Alice shoved her face into Miho's belly. It was like jumping into a bowl of jello. It felt softer than any blanket, plush toy, or pillow. "Mmm~" Alice pushed into it more, then shook her head to the left and right, letting it squish against her cheeks and nose.
"E-Ehhhhh?! Alice-san!"
Alice puffed out her cheeks and blew out, giving Miho raspberries.
Miho closed one of her eyes, then shivered. "Ahaha, stop, that tickles!"
"Mmm~" Alice popped her head out, then hugged Miho's belly instead. She couldn't even reach around Miho's entire tummy, let alone all around her waist. Alice rested her cheek against it.
"You're the biggest, softest rival I could ask for." Alice hugged tighter, burying her arms in Miho's fat. "I love Miho-san."
Miho's face burned bright red. Her hands floated around Alice's head. "Um, ah, I..." Miho slowly smiled. "Mm." She wrapped her arms around Alice and squeezed her tightly into her belly. "I love you too, Alice-san."
"Did you forget anything? Are you sure you don't want to take a Boko doll with you?"
"I'm fine, Miho-san."
"Oh, well, if you're sure..."
The next day, at sunset, Alice stood outside Miho's dorm, while Miho stood behind the doorway.
Alice bowed. "I hope you'll have me again."
Miho smiled and tilted her head. "But of course! Come any time."
Alice straightened up, then turned around. She paused. Whipping around, she pointed her finger at Miho. "But the next time we meet, we're having a Senshado match. And I won't lose!"
Miho nodded. "Sure! But it won't be so easy to beat me. The Nishizumi Style of Senshado has taught me a lot of self discipline, after a-"
*grrrRRROOOWWWLLlll...*
Miho's face burned bright red. "..."
Alice smiled and held back a laugh.
Looks like Miho really was her Big Boko now~
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How Not To Diet A Demon Lord's Elf (HNSDL WG)
"MMmmm! Food, food, food~! More food, just for me~!"
Diablo, Shera, and Rem sat around a table at the town pub. Every inch of the table surface was filled with plates of fruits, breads, and meats. And yet, Shera's plate was piled high with countless "samplings" (or so she called them) of every dish. Diablo sat to Shera's right, and to Diablo's right sat Rem.
Placing her palms on the table, Rem cried, "Stop hogging it all to yourself, you fat Elf!" She peered her head around in a vain attempt to see over the mountain of food in front of her Elven companion. "This is supposed to be for the three of us, not just for you and your hulking breasts!"
"Emmmph! Ahm hot phwat!" Shera whined, a piece of bread half sticking out of her mouth.
"Yes, you are!"
Diablo rested his chin on his hand, eyes half closed as he let out a silent sigh. The two girls leaned in front of him, shouting in each other's faces.
"Hahm hot!"
"Are too!"
"Hawt!"
"Face it. If you keep eating like this, you'll get so fat that you won't be able to perk up Diablo anymore." Smirking, Rem rested her hand on her chest. "Then he'll declare me his only REAL master."
"Hee hill hwaaaat!"
"Ah, pwah, you spat on me-!"
Diablo slammed his palms on the table, announcing, "Enough!" The two cut themselves off mid-sentence, then stared up at him, wide eyed. He glanced between the two arguing adventurers, eyebrows knit. "I grow weary of this tiresome exchange every meal, you two."
Rem frowned, lowering her head. Shera puffed out her cheeks, staring at Rem. "Mrgh."
Diablo turned to Shera. "Shera. Feel free to eat as much as you want, and do not concern yourself with the bill." Closing his eyes, he lifted his chin with a smirk. "For a Demon Lord like me, I can complete quests for petty cash in the blink of an eye."
Shera's Elven ears drooped. Averting her gaze from Rem, she murmured, "Uuuu... No, it's okay, Diablo."
"Hm?" He frowned, lowering his head.
Shera pushed her plate away. "Rem's right... I don't want to get fat. I won't eat this anymore, so you two can ha-" Her stomach let out an elongated growl. *guuUUUUuuuu.* "Eep!" Cheeks burning red, she hugged her tummy. "A-Ahahaha..."
Diablo threw his arm to the side, sending his cape billowing. "Fool! Do you truly believe sacrificing something that brings you joy will make me happy?!"
Shera stared up at him, mouth slightly agape. "Diablo...?"
Diablo thrusted his index finger at Shera, shouting, "I refuse to accept such folly. By the power of the enslavement collar, I command you! Always eat as much as you want, no matter what anyone else tells you!"
Shera jerked her head back, crying, "Ehhhhh?!"
Rem's eyes widened. "D-Diablo, if you do that, this fat Elf will eat every crumb in the bar!"
A green aura surrounded Shera's body. Her shaky arms extend to the plate before her, then, with trembling hands, she grabbed it and brought it before her. Looking up at Diablo, she asked with a smile, "Then, I can really...?!"
Diablo turned away, scratching his chin. "Y-Yes. But don't get the wrong idea. I didn't do this for you. I'm simply putting an end to your petty argu-"
"Yaaaaay!" Shera cried, bouncing in her seat. The motion sent jiggles through her breasts. Eyes turning into stars, drool seeped out of the side of her mouth. "Ooo, ooo, where do I start?! I want some of that, and that, and, and, and...!" Her hands moved like clockwork, cramming drumsticks, apples, and whole pieces of bread into her mouth one after another. "Mmph, mmm, MMM! Sho shood!" She turned to Diablo with a bright smile. "Phanks, Pheephapho!"
As Shera noisily chewed, Rem half closed her eyes, mouth slightly agape. Glancing at Diablo, she muttered, "Are you sure this is okay...?"
Watching Shera pack it in, Diablo hunched over, sweating. "N-No, not at all..."
"Nngh..."
The next morning, Diablo slowly opened his eyes. He frowned as he patted the side of the bed. One of his legs was dangling off of it, threatening to tip him off the side completely. "Hmm...? Why am I on the edge?" Her glanced at the floor, only to find Rem sprawled out across it, still asleep. "And why is Rem on the floor?! Don't tell me... I pushed her off in my sleep!" He gripped his head in his hands. "This is bad, this is bad. When she wakes up, she's going to kill me!"
Diablo took his arms off his head, sweating. "No, it's okay. Everything's fine. You can just pick her up, and put her back on-" He felt his elbow dig into something soft. Diablo blinked. "That unmistakable squish..." Relaxing his shoulders, Diablo let a huge smile form and a glimmer in his eyes shine. Turning around, he thought, "Ahhh, at least I didn't knock Shera off as weeeeeeeeehhhhhhell?!"
"Mmmm..." Shera moaned in her sleep. Eyebrows upturned, she rolled over onto her side, facing Diablo. This completely buried his arm under her... under her...
"How did she get so massive overnight?!"
...Gigantic belly and breasts.
Shera's breasts had always been huge. But now, they were three times their original size, each one as big as a beach ball. Her green top could barely contain them; countless rips dotted the sides, and the collar revealed her infinitely deep cleavage. Even then, her top didn't make it halfway down her breasts. It held onto the top half of her boobs with a vice grip, squishing tightly into her breast fat. If the top was just an inch higher, one could see her... Shaking his head furiously, Diablo looked down further. His jaw dropped as he stared at her stomach. Split into two monstrous rolls, Shera's belly effortlessly took up half of the queen sized bed all on its own. Her blubbery top roll acted as a shelf for her gigantic breasts to rest on, yet her breasts were so fat they practically hid her top roll behind them completely. Her bottom roll, however, was left completely exposed. It drooped down to her knees. Tiny dimples lined the underside of her tummy. Large, fluffy love handles sprouted out her sides. Every breath she took, her belly and love handles would jiggle ever so slightly, making the Elf look more like a rippling ocean of blubber than a woman. Her hips too, had grown, stretching out as far as her belly stretched forward. This left the hip that she wasn't resting on shoot up into the air, standing almost as high as Rem was tall. Her ass wasn't anything to laugh at either, for each cheek fought the fabric of her falling apart clothes like mad. Her face took on a hearty double chin, and her cheeks fattened up more than a bit.
"W-What in the world...?!" Diablo backed up, only to let out a yelp as he almost fell backwards off the bed. "Gahh!"
He lurched forward, reaching for any surface to keep himself from falling. He grabbed something infinitely soft, as though he were squishing his hands into a feather pillow.
Thousands of beads of sweat dripped down Diablo's forehead as he stared at the thing in question. "Somehow, this is a hundred times worse than just letting myself fall, isn't it...?"
Shera's eyelids split open. "Mmmph...?" She let out a yawn, then rolled onto her back, dragging Diablo with her. Sitting up, she turned to Diablo. "Good morning, Di-aahhh?!"
Forcing a shaky smile, Diablo looked up at her. "...G-Good morning, Shera. I see you are... well."
His hands squeezed her fat breasts tightly, letting the fat fill the gaps between his fingers.
"Well endowed, that is."
Shera's face burned bright red as her eyes widened. She looked down at herself, her gaze torn between Diablo's hands and her mammoth mammaries. "E-E-EHHHH!?"
As Shera flailed her arms, letting out repeated screams, Diablo sputtered like a fool in a vain attempt to get a word in.
Yet, on the ground next to the bed, Rem just slowly blinked open her eyes, squinting at the ceiling.
"...Why am I on the floor?"
"What do you mean, there's no reversing it?! Explain yourself, Guildmaster!"
Diablo, Shera, and Rem stood within Sylvie's office in the adventurer's guild.
Poor Shera had changed into her regular attire, yet they fit even worse than her pajamas. Staring down at her breasts, she felt up her stomach. She gathered up as much fat as she could, hoisted it up, and dropped it, then watched it wobble. Every jiggle, she winced a bit. "Uuu..." Then, she did it again, and again, letting out little whimpers all the while. Rem blinked her wide eyes as she watched Shera's belly bob up and down, her mouth slightly agape.
Raising an eyebrow, Sylvie rested her chin on her hand. "Hmm? 'Explain?' There's nothing to explain, you know? You can't just undo a command given with the enslavement collar."
Gesturing to Shera's stomach, Diablo cried, "B-But I didn't command for this!"
Sylvie rested one palm on her desk, then leaned forward, poking Shera's tummy. "Eep!" Shera cried, backing up a bit. Her breasts and belly flailed.
Smirking, Sylvie sat back down. "Heh. I bet." She leaned back in her chair, resting her hands behind her head. "I'm no Celes, but if I had to guess, I'd say the magic of the enslavement collar adjusted Shera's body until it would be capable of fulfilling your wish." Raising an eyebrow, she added, "It would seem her eyes used to be bigger than her stomach, so she couldn't 'always eat as much as she wanted' like you commanded her to. But that's not longer the case now, is it?"
Diablo flinched. "Urk."
"Oh, and don't bother trying to give another command to overwrite the first one." Sylvie jeered, "Aren't you the one who told Shera to keep eating as much as she wanted, 'No matter what anyone else told her?' You're part of 'anyone else.'"
Diablo shuddered as he clenched his teeth and gripped his chest. "Grk!"
Sylvie shook her head. "There's just no way you'll be able to reverse this without removing the enslavement collars." Sylvie glanced to the side, eyes half closed. "And we both know how that's been working out."
Hearing a "Ding, ding, ding!" ring in his ears, Diablo fell to the ground with a noisy thud. "D-Daaaammit...!" he cursed.
Rem sighed. "I knew I had a bad feeling about that command..." Rem smirked at Shera. "Not that there's much difference from before."
Shera pounded her foot, puffing out her cheeks. "Mrrgh, that's so mean!" Her breasts and belly bounced up and down furiously.
Sylvie stood up, pulling something out from her robes. "Wellll, I said there's nothing you can do, but I might've spoken a bit too soon."
Diablo and Shera perked their heads up. "Hm?"
"Really, really?!"
Sylvie held up a small maroon-colored bottle. "All you gotta do is rub this all over her fat. That should do the trick."
Diablo's jaw dropped. "A-All..."
Shera cried, "All over?!"
"Mm. Everywhere." Sylvie wiggled the bottle, letting the liquid inside swirl around in a circle. "Well, how about it?" She smirked. "Wanna give it a try, Diablo-san?"
Diablo shouted, "W-Why are you asking me?!"
"What is the meaning of this?!"
Diablo and Shera were in the inn once more. The Elf laid down on the bed, face up, and Diablo stood before her at the foot of the bed.
Shera averted her eyes, cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. "T-This is just to make it easier for you to apply the lotion, okay?" She shifted her hips. "So don't s-stare too much."
Shera's top was nothing but two white strips of fabric. They squeezed vertically around her breasts, just barely covering any sensitive parts. A puny pair of panties bunched up into her butt cheeks, so far one could hardly tell she was wearing any.
As he applied the lotion onto his hands, countless beads of sweat rained down Diablo's face. "C-Calm down! It's not like you haven't seen her dressed like this before. Yes, this is nothing ne-" Frowning, Shera pulled up at her panties' hem. As she repeatedly tugged at it, her breasts and belly wobbled. Blood gushed out of Diablo's nose. "Gwha!"
He clamped his hand over his nose (and ignored the blood shooting out between the gaps in his fingers). "T-T-This is bad! What am I supposed to do in this kind of situation?!" He lowered his head, then glanced to the side. "Nononono, calm down. Think, think. What would a Demon Lord say? 'Oiling up a squealing pig? Such a task is unfit for one such as me. Rem? Apply the lotion for me.' No, no, I can't ask Rem, they'd just argue. Maybe something like, 'A Demon Lord will always help his servants. So doing this much is nothing to me.' Yes, that's it! Let's go with that!"
He slowly smiled to himself, then removed his hand from his face. "Heh." He smacked his hands onto her breasts.
"A-Ahh!" Shera cried. His lotion covered hands were freezing cold against her supple skin.
Diablo smirked as he pressed his hands as deeply into her breasts as he could. They sunk so far into her breast fat, it seeped up all the way to his elbow. "Congratulations, Shera. Your breasts have at last become large enough to satisfy a Demon Lord." He nodded, a confident smile on his face. Internally, he screamed, "THAT'S THE RESPONSE YOU WENT WITH?!"
Shera let out low moans as Diablo began to rub his hand up and all around her breasts. It felt as though her were kneading dough. Resting his hands on the sides of her breasts, he pushed them as hard as he could. The mammoth mammaries squished deeply into one another. "AHhh!" Shera cried, kicking her legs out. He then reached his hands into her clevage, letting them be swallowed up within the deep cavern. The Demon Lord rubbed the tips of his fingers against the patch of skin between her breasts, enticing a low moan from Shera. "MmmmMMmmff...!" She twitched repeatedly, sending her breasts wobbling.
Diablo let his hands explore over to her arms. As he glided his fingertips across the smooth surface, they sunk into the thick flab. His hands slid over to her love handles. Groping them, he dug his hands within them and rubbed their undersides. He slid his hands out, then rubbed them over to her stomach. Everywhere his hands went, he left behind a trail of the sticky lotion. It gave Shera's skin a bright shine that accented her curves.
Diablo rubbed his hands in wide, circular motions across her belly, like he was washing a counter. He let his hands explore within the crevice between her two rolls every time he rubbed down to the bottom roll, then again when going up to the top roll. Unlike her smooth breasts, Diablo could feel countless tiny dimples scattered across her sides and love handles. He could feel his hands bump slightly up and down with every dimple his fingertips rubbed across. It... wasn't an unpleasant feeling.
Upon reaching her thighs, he paused. Her stomach drooped all the way down to her knees. Biting his lip, he shoved his left palm into the underside of her bottom roll, then shoved it as far forward it would go. "Mmmph!" Shera cried. Her stomach pushed into her underboob, forcing her breasts into her face.
The Demon Lord rapidly slid his right hand all across her thighs and calves, then released Shera's stomach. It bounced and wobbled furiously as both rolls slapped against one another. They made a wet, clapping sound.
Glancing away, Diablo straightened up and jerked his thumb to the side. Shera glanced back at him, then upturned her eyebrows. "Uuuugh..." She took several deep breaths. "Haaa, haaa, haaaa..." She hoisted herself over slowly, puffing out her cheeks all the while. "Mmmmmrrphh!" The bed creaked loudly as she shifted to her side. Her breasts' and belly's weight forced her body to tip over the rest of the way on its own. "A-Ah!" She slammed into the bed, sending the room shaking violently. Her now exposed ass cheeks jiggled like mad.
Inhaling deeply through his nostrils, Diablo slapped his hands onto her butt. Shera jerked her head up. "Ahh!!" Diablo ignored her, rubbing his hands in wide circles across her ass as it vibrated. He could feel the jiggling dimples underneath his fingertips. Biting his lip, he then slid his hands across her asscrack in one clean motion. Shera cried out as she kicked her legs up. "Gah!"
Gulping, the Demon Lord got up onto the bed. He rested his knees onto Shera's butt, letting them sink deeply into the sea of fat. Sucking in a breath, he rubbed his hands across the Elf's back rolls, digging his fingers in-between every fatty crevice. "Mm, mmm, mmmmm..."
Shera breathed heavily as Diablo straightened up his hands floating in the air. "T-That should do it," he thought. "Just a... little left..." He glanced over at the Elf's face.
Shera looked over her shoulder at him. "Haah, haaahhh..." Her face was glistening with sweat. Whisps of hair clung to her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed. Her blue eyes were slightly glazed over. A bit of drool seeped out of the side of her mouth.
Diablo took a deep breath. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against Shera's back rolls. "S-Shera. We're almost done." His hands wrapped around her back, going for her breasts. "Just... A few more surfaces to cover."
Shera swallowed hard, then heaved a few more heavy breasts. Every breath she took, her enormous breasts dug deeper into the bed. "M-Mmm. If it's you, Diablo, then..." Shera looked away. "I... I don't mind so much."
Diablo gulped, then slowly pulled off her top...
"EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?! The lotion was useless all this time?!"
Diablo, Shera, and Rem stood within the Adventurer's Guild, standing across from Sylvie at her desk.
Sylvie shrugged. "Well, it's not USELESS. But I never said it'd be a cure all for being fat, did I? Of course a bunch of liquid can't trim a woman's weight. Pfft, don't you think every lady in the kingdom would be using and abusing the stuff if it did?"
"T-Then..." Diablo's shoulders slumped as he muttered, "What was it even...?"
Sylvie picked her nails. "Keeps stretch marks from popping up. ...Gah, is that a hangnail?"
Diablo's face burned redder and redder. "Then, I touched... Shera's..." He went stiff as a board, then leaned forward. His body slammed into the ground.
Shera flailed her arms around as she cried, "D-Diablo! T-T-This is no trouble at all, you know! No need to worry!"
Rem smirked as she half closed her eyes. "I'm sure it wasn't too hard to adjust. Not like your eating habits have changed; you're still the same fat Elf you always were."
Shera turned to Rem, not noticing as she stepped on Diablo's back. A worrying crack echoed as Shera shouted, "Ooooooo, like you're one to talk. You've been eating lots too! Diablo's paying more for our dinners, so you keep eating more and more!"
Rem's face burned bright red. Tail sticking straight up, she hissed, "T-That's just your imagination! Stupid Fat Elf, now you're delusional."
"I am NOT! See, you're getting a bit of a tummy!"
"Gah, cut it out! Stop touching me!"
"See, see? I can squeeze it! Swooop!"
"A-Ahhh...! J-Just get OFF!"
"Uwaah!"
Shera flew backwards, landing her fat ass squarely on Diablo's back. Several popping sounds rang out. "A-Ah, Diablo?!"
Diablo's eyes spinned as he stared ahead. He glanced up at Shera as she sputtered indecipherable cries. "At least..." Diablo smiled a bit. "Heh, nothing's changed. ..." Diablo's head slammed into the floor. Three dings went off in his mind again. "N-Nothing... at all..."
"Ehhh, Diablo?!"
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Kancalorie (Kancolle WG)
"Is that Akagi-senpai eating rice again...?"
Fubuki cracked the door to the mess hall of the novel base open ever so slightly. Peering her one eye through it, she smiled at the sight of Akagi wolfing down a tower of rice. Was it stalkerish to watch her like this? Nah...
Fubuki hopped in place as she thought, "Ooo, she's just so cute when she's eating!" She stared at the never ending pile of rice before Akagi. "How does she not get fat from having all that rice every day?"
Blushing, Fubuki lowered her head a bit. "S-Somehow... I can't help but think. She'd probably be even cuter if she was fat." A wide smile spread across Fubuki's face. "Ehehe. A little pot belly pushing out of her clothes~ No, no, she'd still be cute even if she was much bigger than that. Oooo, Akagi-senpai, the mountain of rice... It has a nice ring to it." Fubuki backed up a bit, then slapped her cheeks. "All right. I've made up my mind!" She pushed up her short sleeves. "Time to start Operation: F-Fatten Akagi-senpai!" Fubuki squeed after saying it, bouncing in place.
Heart pounding, Fubuki threw the mess hall door open, shouting, "Akagi-senpaaaaai!"
"Mmph!" Akagi put a hand up to her mouth, wide eyed. "Fuufuufee-fan!"
Fubuki clambered over to the buffet, nabbed a bowl, ran to the rice bin, and filled the bowl with as many scoops of rice as she could. The brunette didn't notice countless grains of rice spilling to the ground as she all but ran up to Akagi.
She slammed the bowl down on the table, causing a few more rice grains to fall. A huge smile on her face, Fubuki declared, "Do you want some seconds?! I can get you thirds, too! I-If you want, I mean."
Swallowing, Akagi flashed a small smile and upturned her eyebrows. "Umm... Wouldn't it make more sense for you ask me that first before getting another bowl...?"
Fubuki waved her hand. "Oh, not at all! I can read you like a book, Akagi-senpai."
Akagi brushed the grains of rice off of her face. "Well... I suppose I was still a little hungry."
"Perfect!"
Fubuki sat down across from Akagi, resting her chin on her hands. Akagi slowly resumed eating, sparing the occasional glance up at Fubuki.
"Umm..."
"Hm?"
"Aren't you eating anything, Fubuki-chan?"
"Oh nonono, I wouldn't want you to have any less."
Akagi tilted her head. "?"
Fubuki's eyes widened. "A-Ahahaha!" Fubuki rubbed the back of her head as she stared down at the table. "No, no, I mean! I don't need to eat. Yeah. I'm good. Don't let me keep you!"
Akagi frowned as she sized up Fubuki. "'Don't need to eat?'" Akagi thought. "But her arms are so skinny. Her face looks gaunt, too." Akagi stared at her tower of rice. "She eats next to nothing compared to me! It's making her all skin and bones, the poor thing..."
Speaking up, Akagi put her chopsticks down. "Fubuki-chan, are you sure you've been eating properly? One shouldn't sortie an empty stomach."
Fubuki frowned, puffing out her cheeks a bit as she thought, "Booo, why's she stalling? Akagi-senpai normally eats so much." Fubuki rubbed her chin. "Hmm, maybe it's because I'm here? Nah, can't be. ...Oh!" Fubuki punched her palm, smiling. "I'm sure she just needs a competitive spark!"
Akagi blinked. "Fubuki-chan, what are you thinking abo-"
Fubuki stood up, slamming her hands on the table. A few grains of rice fell from Akagi's rice tower. "I'll be right back! Please, don't go anywhere!" She dashed off to the buffet.
A bead of sweat dripped down Akagi's forehead. "W-Where exactly does she expect me to go?"
Fubuki ran back, a bowl of rice in one hand, and a bowl of ice cream in the other. "Back!" The brunette slid into her seat, and immediately started chowing down on the rice. Her chopsticks moved so fast Akagi could only see their afterimages.
Akagi leaned forward, crying, "Fubuki-chan, you'll choke!"
"Mmmph, I'm fine!" Fubuki swallowed, stars in her eyes as she stared up at Akagi. "Doesn't this make you really hungry too?!"
Akagi upturned her eyebrows. She flicked a grain of rice off Fubuki's face. The poor girl turned into a blushing mess. "Wh-Wh-Wha-?!"
"I don't know about hungry but," Akagi laughed a bit. "It makes me happy to see you eating more."
"Akagi-senpai likes to watch me eat?!" Fubuki thought.
"She's been eating so little lately..." Akagi mused.
"Operation Fatten Akagi-senpai must be a success then!"
"I'm glad she's treating herself properly."
"I have to keep this up!"
"I hope she keeps this up~"
Fubuki all but shoved her face into her bowl of rice, as she shoved more and more into her mouth with a renewed spirit.
All the food Fubuki crammed in her mouth went straight to her stomach. It added up, forcing Fubuki's belly to swell and swell, until it reached the size of a nine month pregnant woman's. It rode up her shirt, and ripped the hem of her skirt.
Akagi poked her head under the table, watching it grow with a smile. "Awww," she cooed. "She must have been so hungry~"
Breathing heavily, Fubuki weakly grabbed her bowl of ice cream and slid it in front of her. Vision going blurry, she scooped spoonful after spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. The brunette's head ached a bit-likely from brain freeze-but she hardly noticed. Her pounding heart and Akagi's approving gaze consumed everything else.
Before she knew it, Fubuki finished the ice cream. The brunette's stomach protruded even further, forcing her skirt down enough to reveal her panties. The brunette's belly pushed into the side of the table, and yet, it was so tightly packed with food it didn't squish from the force at all.
She licked her lips, making sure to get every last drop of ice cream. The flavor didn't even register in the poor girl's mind. She told herself it didn't matter. So long as she managed to eat as much as she could in front of Akagi...
Putting her hand to her mouth, Fubuki swallowed down an unladylike belch. "*eeURRp.* Uuuughhh..." She slouched further in her chair, moaning as she felt her eyelids grow heavy.
Akagi smiled warmly. "Ehehe, that was quite a meal, wasn't it?"She reached under the table and patted the underside of Fubuki's belly.
A blush dusted Fubuki's face. The brunette smiled weakly as she thought, "I wouldn't mind doing this every day... If Akagi-senpai shows me that smile of hers."
Fubuki's eyes closed as she passed out in a food coma.
Akagi continued to rub Fubuki's belly as she thought, "If poor Fubuki-chan was THIS hungry... Everyone else on the base must be starving." Akagi pumped her arms. "I need to help the other girls eat properly too!"
"Rrrrrngh! Fubuki-chan, did you swallow a bowling ball this morning or something, poi?!" Yuudachi became red in the face as she repeatedly tugged on Fubuki's flabby wrist.
"Y-Yuudachi-chan! Don't be rude!" Mutsuki blushed a little as she stared at Fubuki's overflowing rear. "A-Although..." Mustsuki averted her gaze, face burning redder. "Never mind!"
Fubuki upturned her eyebrows, sweating as she flashed a smile. "Guuuys," she whined. "I keep telling you, I don't need any help getting up."
In the months that followed Fubuki's repeated meals with Akagi, the shipgirl grew by leaps and bounds. Even her flat chest put on a little weight; they grew two cup sizes. Sure, they weren't even as big as Akagi's breasts, but having boobs that were even remotely noteworthy was better than nothing. They pushed down her collar every so slightly, offering glimpses of cleavage. While her breasts hadn't grown very much, her pot belly had; it became large enough to droop over her skirt. Still, her stomach was nothing compared to her ship sinking hips. They flared out from her belly dramatically, giving the shipgirl a well-defined pear shaped figure. They tore at the sides of her skirt, and her flabby, cellulite covered flesh seeped out of the gaps. Even when sitting on her bed, her hips hung off the sides ever so slightly. Now, that was when she was sitting HORIZONTALLY on her bed. Vertically? Then the poor girl would fall out if she so much as rolled over. Yet rolling over would have been nigh impossible, for her butt was just as impressive as her hips. Each cheek was larger than an exercise ball. Whenever she sat down, her butt would elevate her at least six inches into the air. Since her skirt was useless at covering so much as an inch of her incredible rump, her tightly filled white panties were left on full display. Countless rips and tears dotted their surface. Her thighs, too, had ballooned to a size big enough to support this titanic weight. Even her face had taken on triple chins.
Yuudachi too, had packed on pounds, although she couldn't compare to the bed-destroyer Fubuki. The blonde's boobs had gone up several cup sizes, leaving each breast far bigger than her head. They pushed her collar down far enough to reveal deep cleavage. The orbs were so large, in fact, they drooped down to just above her hips. The bottom of her shirt's hem wrapped around the middle of her breasts, leaving her underboob exposed. Not to mention her bra. The fact her shirt was hiked so far up left her pudgy belly exposed. Her tummy drooped a bit over her skirt's hem. Her hips had taken on some fat, if only just enough to offer much needed counter-weight to her bountiful breasts. Yet at least Yuudachi's skirt actually fit her, unlike her shirt. She had a small double chin, too, but it only appeared whenever she looked down. Not that there would have been much point in doing so- she wouldn't have been able to see past her own boobs.
Mutsuki fit right in with her roommates, for she had gained her fair share of weight as well. While her breasts didn't hold a candle to Yuudachi's, and her rear wasn't anywhere near the size of Fubuki's, what she lacked in the rest she made up for in belly. A big spherical ball of fluff, the jiggly mass drooped over her skirt hem and down to her knees. It forced every button on her shirt undone, making it look like she wore her shirt more out of habit than out of modesty. Every step she took, her knees hit into the back of her tummy, sending it bouncing like mad. The rest of her body took on comically little weight, making Mutsuki look like she was a very, very pregnant woman. Such a look surely would have embarrassed her, had she not loved the feeling of how soft and doughy her own tummy was.
Wide eyed, Fubuki examined her friends. When Yuudachi tugged Fubuki's wrist, the brunette's arm would dig deeply between Yuudachi's cleavage. Whenever Mutsuki pulled, Fubuki would find her arm resting on top of Mutsuki's belly. In spite of herself, Fubuki found stared at her friends' shapely bodies rather than their faces. A "Whoa..." escaped her lips.
"It must be hard for them to move around like that," she thought. "Probably why getting me out of bed is so hard." The brunette somehow failed to notice that her own weight had crushed the mattress beneath her into being as flat as a blanket.
Mutsuki puffed out her cheeks and shut her eyes tight as she yanked on Fubuki. "Hrrrrrg!"
Fubuki leaned forward a bit.
"Pooooooooooi!" Yuudachi gave another pull, and Fubuki's feet slammed to the ground. Huffing a bit, Fubuki rose to her feet.
"It sure is hot today," she muttered, absentmindedly wiping sweat off her forehead with her sleeve.
Mutsuki glanced at the totaled mattress behind Fubuki, then at the culrpti. "U-Umm, It's really not, it's just... Uuu..." Mutsuki grabbed her belly in her hands, holding up her fat. "Would I be a hypocrite if I said anything?" She wondered. After a pause, she sunk her index finger deeply into her tummy. Little pangs went off in her heart. "It's always so much softer than I think~!" she thought, her mouth becoming a tiny 'o.'
"What's wrong, girls?" Fubuki asked, tilting her head. Her triple chins squished out even further. "Let's get going to the mess hall! Akagi-senpai's sure to be there~"
Yuudachi rubbed the back of her head, sighing. "Poooi, all you think about is Akagi-senpai."
"Ehehehe... You can tell?"
Yuudachi glanced at Mutsuki. Mutsuki just upturned her eyebrows and shrugged, a sheepish smile on her face.
The trio of titanic girls waddled their way towards the mess hall. Fubuki peered through the door, spotting the single skinny figure amidst a sea of shapely shipgirls. "Nnngh," Fubuki whined. "She's not any bigger today either... I have to redouble my efforts!"
Fubuki threw the door open, and waving her flabby arm in the air, she shouted, "Akagi-senpaa-"
Her hips squished deeply against the double doors' door frame, cementing her on the spot. "E-Eh?" Fubuki frowned. "Yuudachi-chan, Mutsuki-chaan," she cried. "Did you two get stuck again?"
Yuudachi face palmed. Mutsuki waved her hands, sweating. Her belly wobbled with her every gesture. "N-No, I, um... Yes. It was all us! All our fault, ahahaha! ....Haaah."
Dutifully, Yuudachi and Mutsuki each stood behind one of Fubuki's butt cheeks, thrusted out both of their arms, and pushed forward with all their might.
With an audible "pop!" Fubuki slid out of the doorframe and into the mess hall. Her rear jiggled like mad upon release. Yuudachi and Mutsuki staggered forward, barely catching themselves before falling flat into Fubuki's butt. "W-Whoa!" Yuudachi cried.
"Akagi-senpai!" Fubuki called as she hobbled up to her. Akagi nodded with a smile in response. Plopping down on three chairs (each one creaking ominously), Fubuki glanced around the room.
Her eyes found themselves glued to her fellow shipgirls' rears bursting out of their skirts, their breasts pushing down on their collars, and their bellies riding up their shirts. A small smile split Fubuki's face as her eyes widened. "..." Then, with those same wide eyes, she gazed at Akagi's hips, her breasts, and trim waist.
"Hello, Fubuki-chan~" Akagi said with a smile. "I hope you're keeping up with your meals!"
Fubuki snapped her head up. "Wwhwhwat?! ...Oh, yes! Meals. Of course!"
Akagi nodded again, then resumed her battle with the tower of rice before her.
Fubuki slapped the seats of the chairs next to her,then looked over her shoulder at Yuudachi and Mutsuki.
Yuudachi sweat as she pointed to the buffet. "We're not one of Mamiya-san's, er, special customers, poi."
Fubuki's eyes widened. "Ohhh, yeah right. See you in a bit!"
Yuudachi and Mutsuki waddled over towards the buffet. Yuudachi's every step sent her breasts bouncing like mad, hiking up her shirt further and further. It wouldn't be long before her shirt abandoned ship and just left her bra completely exposed. As for Mutsuki, her poor belly just wouldn't settle down. When she put her right leg forward, she'd bounce her belly to the left, and vice versa. Every step she took. Fortunately for them, every other shipgirl in the cafeteria didn't so much as spare them a glance. Due to the rapidly increasing average weight of the shipgirls on the base, it'd have been hypocritical to say anything.
Yuudachi and Mutsuki each picked up a tray upon arrival at the buffet. A small growl emanated from Mutsuki's stomach as she did. *grrOoowwll.* Frowning tightly, the girl tugged at the hem of her shirt. Of course, it did nothing to quiet the noise or cover her belly.
"Ooo," Yuudachi gasped, ignorant of the outburst from Mutsuki's tummy. "I think I'll get some curry today. Maybe some ice cream too, poi!"
Mutsuki frowned. "Y-Yuudachi-chan," she whispered. "That's a lot of food..."
Yuudachi tilted her head. "Hm? So what, poi?"
Mutsuki glanced over at Fubuki, then back to Yuudachi as her face burned red. "..."
Yuudachi blinked once, then waved her hand. "Psssh, is that all? I'm not gonna end up like that, poi~ ...Ooo, I think I'll have some rice too."
Mutsuki sighed. "Somehow I think Fubuki-chan thought the same thing."
"Oh my, you two are here early today. Can I help you with anything?"
Yuudachi and Mutsuki turned around, only to be greeted by a rather large Mamiya. Her breasts had grown a cup size, straining the fabric of her apron. Her belly, too, had fluffed up enough to put visible wear on her apron. Yet her hips were where her gain had settled the most; they flared out wide enough to take up two chairs. This forced her apron to be spread comically wide across her body, and hiked up her dress so far it looked like a skirt. An incompetent one at that. For whenever she turned around, she'd flash a shot of her undersized panties to the girls. Her face fattened too, as it took on double rolls. Yet compared to the sight of Fubuki filling her bed on a daily basis, Yuudachi and Mustuki didn't so much as blink as they took in the sight of the sizeable shipgirl before them.
Huffing a bit, Mamiya turned around, scanning her eyes across the buffet. "Where is that girl... Ah!" She waddled over towards the soup bins, calling, "Irako-chan, be sure to help our customers out if they need anything, okay?"
Irako grabbed a soup ladle, dunked it into a soup bin, then lifted it into the air. "Ahhh," she breathed, as she took in the wafting aroma. She threw her head back, and poured the soup into her mouth. "*shluuuurrp...* Mm, that hits the spot."
From the looks of it, Irako wasn't in need of any more soup, let alone from the buffet's bins. For while her breasts were much smaller than her companion Mamiya's, her stomach was another story. The double rolled behemoth drooped down past her knees, and forced up her apron so high it looked like a makeshift bra. Even her skirt was completely hidden behind her apron for a stomach. Her thighs had plumped up a bit too, just enough to help her legs support such a weight. Not that one could see her thighs behind her belly. Irako's rear acted as a bit of a counter-balance, but not very well. It was so 'small' it only protruded out far enough for it's shape to be visible through her skirt's fabric. As a result, she preferred to spend her days leaning her gut against the buffet line rather than supporting her own heft. Her double rolls squished against the counter, forcing her under belly to wrap around her thighs.
Blinking once, Irako looked up "Oh, wait, help who now, Mamiya-chan?"
Mamiya's eyebrows twitched. "O-Our customers..."
"Ehhh." She glanced at Yuudachi and Musuki. Not bothering to wipe the soup dripping out of the side of her mouth, Irako gestured around her and muttered, "Here's the food. You put it on your tray. Then you eat. Enjoy." Irako leaned over, and slurped more soup from the ladle. "Or, *schluurp* you can just eat right from the troughs. ...Bins. I mean bins. *huuuuRRRP.*"
Mamiya sighed. In spite of herself, her belly let out a long growl. *grrrRRRRRrroooowll.* Face flushed red, Mamiya stuttered, "A-Ahh...!" She nabbed a tray and started piling food on it, without even looking at what she was getting. "W-Wow! The... Air vents are rather loud today! I'm sorry for the inconvenience!"
Yuudachi and Mutsuki shared a glance at each other.
Mamiya waddled past them, calling, "F-Fubuki-chan! I brought your food!"
Yudachi rubbed the back of her head. "I can't believe Fubuki-chan's so lucky as to have Mamiya-san bring her food personally every day, poi..."
Mutsuki muttered, "Well... Fubuki-chan can't really, um, move too well."
Yuudachi half closed her eyes. "Oh, believe me, I know, poi."
The two made their way back to Fubuki, each sitting on one of the chairs next to her. Yuudachi's eyes widened; Fubuki was already halfway through the meal Mamiya delivered!
"P-Poooi..." she breathed.
While chewing her curry, Fubuki spared a quick wave for both of them, then resumed stuffing her face.
Akagi beamed at the new company. "Hello, Yudachi-chan, Mutsuki-chan! Are you two keeping up with your meals as well?" Beads of sweat dripped down Yuudachi and Mutsuki's foreheads as Akagi declared, "I've made sure everyone else on the base has been eating just as well as Fubuki-chan, so be careful you both don't get too far behind~"
"R-Right..." Yuudachi mumbled with a sigh.
Stars appeared in Akagi's eyes as she asked, "Oh, did you hear? Fubuki-chan may not be the only shipgirl getting food delivered to her soon!"
"Eh?!"
Akagi clapped her hands together. "At least TWO other shipgirls will be needing their food delivered soon. Isn't that just wonderful? Everyone's finally eating properly!"
"T-Two...?!" Mutsuki gasped.
"Who could those be, poi?" Yuudachi wondered.
"Mutsu!" Nagato cried. "What are you thinking, sauntering around the base looking like that? Have you no shame?"
Mutsu found her eyes drawn to Nagato's breasts as she 'listened' to the lecture. The two were inside Nagato's office, with Mustu standing before Nagato's desk, and Nagato herself sitting in an office chair behind the desk.
Mutsu couldn't help but notice that Nagato was far from immune to the spreading obesity around the base, in spite of her lecture about it. For her breasts had ballooned up several sizes, stretching her white top to it's absolute limits. The fact her top was white only served to accentuate her curves. Her stomach, too, had flared outwards. The triple rolled beast surpassed her skirt's waistband, and rested halfway down her calves whenever she managed to stand up. Since her outfit left her waist exposed even before her gain, her stomach was left on display for all the shipgirls to gawk at. Her rear had grown too, to the point where it was far too big for her office chair. Even two office chairs might not have been enough. Each cheek was the size of Mutsuki's belly. With such a large butt crammed onto one chair, each cheek sagged so far over the sides that she might as well have been squatting instead of sitting. Naturally, when faced with such a formidable opponent, her skirt had thrown in the towel. It rested on the top of her rear rather than over it. This left her black panties exposed. Or would have, had they not been bunched up her crack so far her ass looked bare. Even her flabby thighs stretched her leggings so far out that they had countless rips down the sides. Her face, too, had fattened; she had a double chin.
Mutsu wasn't far behind. Although her breasts were far more impressive than even Nagato's. Each orb was larger than her head. They tore the middle of her top, leaving every inch of her cleavage out in the open. Each movement the shipgirl made sent her breasts squishing against one another. Her waist had grown as well, with her stomach taking on a decidedly round shape. It drooped past her skirt. Even with as small as said skirt was, it still managed to properly cover her rear. Unlike Nagato. And while Mutsu's legs were scandalously bare, at least her belly covered her thighs from sight. Unlike Nagato. Although, like Nagato, Mutsu had a flabby double chin and pudgy cheeks.
"...Mutsu? Mutsu! Are you listening to me? This is of vital importance."
Mutsu found her eyes wandering down to Nagato's stomach. One roll sat on top of the desk, while the rest must have been hidden underneath it. What Mutsu wouldn't give for a glimpse of them... Nagato didn't move very much nowadays, so the sight of her lower rolls was a rare treat.
"Hm? Oh, yes, of course," Mutsu murmured.
Nagato glared at Mutsu, scowling as she lowered her head a bit. The shipgirl didn't seem to realize that between her double chins flaring out and the dimples in her cheeks, she couldn't look intimidating to save her life. "You must take this more seriously. Your lack of concern is alarming to me. The dignity of the navy is at stake. Does that not matter to you? Every shipgirl on the base must uphold-"
"Oh my," Mutsu cooed. Holding a hand to her mouth, she teased, "EVERY shipgirl? Then what about you, Nagato-san?"
Nagato blinked. Cheeks tinting red, she frowned deeply. "What are you insinuating?"
"Oh, nothing really," Mutsu continued. "It's just I couldn't help but notice how risque your outfit is, too."
Nagato averted her gaze. "W-We are not here to discuss me."
"But we ARE here to discuss the... What was it? 'Image of the navy?'"
"Dignity," Nagato grumbled.
"Yes, that. Would that not include you as well?" Mutsu titled her head to the side and flashed a grin.
Nagato tapped her finger on her desk, cheeks burning a deep shade of scarlet. "E-Enough of this! I've decided. I'm ordering all shipgirls to wear larger sized uniforms. Over the coming months, larger sized outfits will be distributed as needed."
"ALL shipgirls?" Mutsu sauntered up to Nagato. Every step sent her breasts bouncing, and her rear quivering. Grinning, she squeezed Nagato's exposed love handles. The fat easily filled her fingers. "Tell me, does that include you as well~?"
"M-My clothes are quite adequate, I assure you!" Nagato cried. "There is no need to order a larger size for me. I specifically stated 'as needed' for a reason."
"I'm glad to hear it."
Nagato blinked, mouth slightly agape as she ask, "And... WHY is that, exactly?"
Mutsu let her hands wander down to Nagato's ass cheeks. Rubbing the underside of the flab drooping off the sides of Nagato's chair, Mutsu cooed, "Because I think I like you even more in this uniform, Nagato-san. It's more fun this way."
Nagato's eyes widened. "W-W-What are you saying?!"
"I think you should go down a size or two, instead," Mutsu continued. "After all, these clothes are 'adequate,' yes? So why not see if smaller sizes are as well?"
"T-This meeting is getting far too side tracked. You are dismissed."
"Oh my, no need to be so coy. There's no need to be embarrassed either. After all..." Mutsu straightened up, then gestured to her exposed cleavage. Tilting her head to the side and upturning her eyebrows, she declared, "Every girl on the base is going to wind up just as large as us soon enough."
⁂
Carbosuba (Konosuba WG)
"You lot of USELESS toad food!" Kazuma shouted. "Every time I manage to find a quest I dare to think our pathetic party can handle-and believe me, there aren't many-you three manage to set new standards for how horribly someone can botch it up!! Are we going to have to graduate from fighting toads to fighting the FLIES they eat?!"
Kazuma, Aqua, Megumin, and Darkness were gathered within their mansion in the living room. The trio of girls sat on the couch, slouching in their seats. Aqua guzzled down a bottle of booze, Megumin idly fiddled with the brim of her hat, and Darkness, well...
"Haaaah, haaaaah, K-Kazuma, s-such harsh words... How insulting! Please, don't stop...!"
...was red in the face as she breathed heavily, her half lidded eyes glued to Kazuma.
Scowling, Kazuma gestured wildly. "You guys don't get it, do you? We're supposed to be the heroes who took on several generals of the Demon King's army. It's going to ruin my- er, OUR reputation if-"
"Kee hee hee!" Aqua jeered, her hand covering her mouth. "What reputation, 'Kazutrash?' Or should I say 'Crapma?' Pfft!"
Thrusting his finger in her face, Kazuma shouted, "Like you're in any position to lecture people, you useless goddess! You should be the one who wants to defeat the Demon King the most, and yet the only thing you've contributed to our party is spouting bravado as you waste our hard earned money on alcohol! It's almost like you have to be in a constant state of intoxication so you can convince yourself you're really a goddess!"
Aqua sniffed. "B-B-Buh I am a... A..." She rubbed her eyes as geysers of tears spilled out. "WAAAAAHHH!" Sighing, Megumin tilted her hat, letting Aqua's tears splash against it like an umbrella shielding rain.
Darkness flinched. "Nnnghh! S-So callous! So bold!"
Half closing her eyes, Megumin peered up at Kazuma. "Kazuma, you're going a little fa-"
"Don't even start!" Kazuma cried. "Do you three realize that we'll never be able to defeat the Demon King unless he's a lower level than a damn toad?!"
Megumin blinked. "I've been wondering this for a while now, Kazuma."
"Yes, I'm Kazuma."
"Why are you so obsessed with the Demon King?"
Kazuma slumped his shoulders and lowered his head. "Ahhh, there it is. An irresponsible declaration from a would-be Adventurer." Kazuma sighed as he thought, "But it's not like I can tell them that my only way out of this goddess-forsakened world is to defeat the Demon King."
Kazuma frowned tightly as he puffed out his chest. "Don't you idiots feel a shred of obligation to fight the Demon King? You're Adventurers! Yes, isn't that why people everyone becomes Adventurers to begin with?! Why start a video game if you have no zero desire to fight the last boss?"
Megumin frowned. "What's a video-"
Kazuma pointed at Darkness, shouting, "Right, Darkness?!"
Darkness cleared her throat. Cheeks growing red, she glanced to the side and muttered, "I can't speak for my comrades, but I joined your party because I support your philosophies, Kazuma."
Kazuma blinked. His eyes shined. "D-Darkness...!"
"T-Truly, your desire for gender equality is unrivaled across the land!" Darkness declared. Breathing heavily, she gushed, "No other man would dare to gaze upon my breasts in the middle of a hectic battlefield with such lustful, eager looks in their eyes, then blame his comrades for failing the quest when he's the one who was too distracted to finish off the monsters!" Biting her lip, she threw her head back. "Ohhhh! Such wickedness is so gratifying!"
Kazuma pursed his lips tightly, eyes half closed. "..." He turned to Megumin. "Then, Megumin-"
Megumin stood up on the couch, thrusting out her staff. "So long as a Crimson Mage such as myself can show the world the splendor of Explosion magic, I care not what monsters we fight! Be it castles, mansions, or Arcanretia citizens!"
"None of those were monsters!!" Kazuma screamed.
He sucked in a deep breath. "Haaaaaaah." Eyebrows twitching, he turned to Aqua. "..." The goddess had her head flung back, guzzling down booze. Their eyes locked. Aqua stopped. Her eyes widened.
"..."
"..."
Kazuma glanced away, his mouth drawn in a tight scowl. "Keh."
"You're just skipping asking me?!" Aqua cried.
Jaw set, Kazuma walked past the girls. "Forget it. I'm going to bed." Wide eyed, the girls watched Kazuma stomp off.
*-"Ko. No. Su. Ba."-*
Kazuma sat on his bed with his legs folded in Indian style. He crossed his arms as he frowned.
"Nothing's gone right since I came to this stupid world," he grumbled. "My party members are a pain in the ass, we're constantly in debt, and we're a far cry from a group of heroes on a grand adventure."
He collapsed onto his pillow, sighing. Pulling up his blanket to under his chin, Kazuma thought, "Ahhh, I wish things were different. Anything has to be better than this..." The Adventurer slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
*-"Konosuba..."-*
"Megumiiin! That was MY chicken!"
"Hmph! I'll have you know the Crimson Mages are entitled to the best pickings of everything they lay their eyes on. Besides, if you want meat, your body has plenty enough. What's with those ridiculous breasts?"
"M-Meat... Nngh! We're j-just sacks of meat, h-huh? Yes, we're swine! Sweaty, gross pigs who need to be puu*uuRRRRrrrpp*issshhed!"
Kazuma blinked his eyes open. "Uuuughh..." He sat up in bed. "What's that irritating racket they're making so early in the morning...?"
Walking down the stairs and into the dining hall, Kazuma called, "Aqua! Megumin! Darkness!" He poked his head into the dining hall. "What in the world are you three-GYAAAAAAAA!!"
The Adventerer backed up, his shoes slipping on the carpet. He landed flat on his butt. Holding up his arm in front of his gaping mouth, Kazuma shook violently.
"Kazuma? Why are you shouting all of a sudden?"
"You look like you saw a ghost," Darkness remarked.
"D-D-Don't even joke about that!" Aqua cried.
Kazuma looked away, thrusting out his arm. "No, stay back, it's far worse than that!"
Aqua, Megumin, and Darkness tilted their heads, blinking.
Kazuma slowly turned his head back. "You three...
Kazuma gripped his hair. "Have lost the only redeemable aspects of your characters!!"
Indeed, for while Aqua may have been useless in every other regard, her figure was once an enviable and attractive hourglass. In Kazuma's mind, it was the only thing she had over Eris. Yet that hourglass was a thing of the past; for Aqua's breasts had gone from shapely to ridiculously fat. The soccer ball sized orbs pushed down on the slits in the side of her shirt, leaving the sides of her breasts completely exposed. This showed off the goddess' lack of bra. Her stomach was divided into two rolls. While her breasts rested on the top roll like a shelf, and the lower roll drooped halfway down her thighs. Aqua's stomach hiked up her shirt enough to leave her lower roll completely exposed. Yet there wasn't a trace of her belly button to be found; it was likely buried within her blubber. The most impressive growth, however, was her rear. Since she wore no panties, it was always on display for Kazuma to subtly sneak a peak at, yet now he didn't even he didn't even need to be subtle anymore. For each round cheek was so large, Aqua's butt could easily take up two whole couch cushions. Naturally, her rear rendered her skirt useless, leaving every inch of her rear exposed at all times. Compound that with her lack of panties... And there was nothing left to the imagination. Even the goddess' face had fattened. She had round cheeks and a healthy double chin.
Megumin too, had grown. Yet unlike Aqua, practically all of the brunette's gain was concentrated within her belly. Larger than a pregnant woman's, no, larger than an exercise ball, her spherical stomach hung halfway down her calves. It bounced and wobbled with Megumin's every movement. Kazuma flinched at the thought of trying to carry that weight on his back whenever she would collapse from using Explosion magic. Still, her stomach wouldn't of been his only worry. While her chest remained as flat as ever, her hips flared out alarmingly far. Each hip was as wide as her belly was, giving her a very strongly defined pear shape. Her butt cheeks themselves couldn't compare to Aqua's, but in terms of width, Megumin's overall frame was wider than the goddess. Her dress was short before, but now it looked more like a bra with how far her belly and hips hiked it up. Megumin's cape rested atop her rear, leaving her black-panty-clad butt on display. An easy target for Steal later, Kazuma thought. Not that he particularly wanted to wave around tent sized panties. Megumin's cheeks had fattened up too, but she had no double chin to speak of.
Despite not having as hefty a lower half as Aqua or Megumin, Darkness more than made up for it in her breasts. Not a single breastplate in the land could contain such monstrous breasts, so Darkness opted to forgo a breastplate entirely. Each boob was twice as large as Aqua's. In fact, they drooped all the way down to Darkness' waist. It was a wonder the Crusader was even standing, considering how much they must of weighed. Still, Kazuma couldn't help but figure the masochist reveled in the constant gawking such breasts undoubted drew from onlookers. If her belly had grown at all, Kazuma couldn't see it. Her boobs almost completely hid her stomach. Her hips had widened as well, but their growth looked laughable compared to Aqua and Megumin's humongous ones. Her thighs ballooned though, becoming nothing but fold after fold of fat. The squishy flesh drooped over and past her knees. A double chin wrapped around her face.
Aqua crossed her arms over her chest. Her forearms sunk deeply into her boobs. "What do you mean, 'The only redeemable aspects of our characters?' I'll have you know every aspect of me is equally-Eep!"
"Then what is this?" Kazuma slapped Aqua's exposed ass. It jiggled like mad upon contact. The goddess let out a cry and put her hands where Kazuma hit her.
"And what is THIS?!" Kazuma slapped both sides of Megumin's stomach, smooshing her belly as much as he could. It congealed in his hands like dough, and Kazuma pulled and tugged on it like mad.
"S-S-Stop! Stop this at o-once!"
Kazuma smacked both of Darkness's breasts. "AND. WHAT. ARE. THES-Ohh~?" Kazuma stared wide eyed. The Crusader's breasts bounced against one another like a squishy, jiggly pendulum. "Actually, these are kind of nice." Kazuma poked the sides of Darkness's boobs. He stood there and watched with wide eyes as the pendulum began swinging again. He nodded to himself. "Hm, hm. Not bad at all."
"A-Ahh! K-Kazuma, this is so shameful! So vulgar! S-Sho hardc-coooore..." Darkness half closed her eyes as her face flushed red.
Kazuma frowned as Darkness's breasts finished their swinging. "Aw. They stopp-"
Megumin stomped her foot, resulting in her belly bouncing wildly enough to slap her thighs. "Kazuma!"
"Yes, I'm Kazuma," the Adventurer replied in as monotone a voice as possible. He turned around, eyes half closed as he looked down at Megumin.
"You're being even more depraved than usual!"
"That so?"
"We don't have time for this."
"Oh. Why's that?"
"Now that we've all awakened, we should be searching the guild for suitable quest monsters in need of exploding!"
Kazuma leaned into Megumin's face, and the Crimson Mage backed up, wide eyed. "Oh, well excuuuuuuuse me for being the teensiest bit shocked by you three becoming as huge as three Destroyers overnight!" Kazuma repeatedly poked the top of Megumin's belly. "Tell me, what is this? Ehh?! How'd it get here, huh? Is this all some sort of prank because of what I said yesterday??"
A blush dusted Megumin's face as she upturned her eyebrows. "S-Stop, stop it!"
Aqua shouted, "Buttocks Blow!!"
Kazuma blinked once. His neck creaking like a robot's as he turned, he slowly looked behind him. "Eh?"
SLAM! Aqua's titanic tush smacked into Kazuma with all the force of a bullet train. The Adventerer went sailing over Megumin and flying into a mansion wall. His head buried within the wall, he flailed his arms and legs like mad.
"Mmmphh! MMMPHHH!!"
"Ahhh, that felt good~" Aqua cooed. She pat Kazuma on the back. "Kazuma. Us 'Destroyers' have other places to be." She tugged Kazuma's wallet out of his back pocket. "Perhaps we'll hit every buffet in town until you go into debt! Keh heh heh!"
The three girls waddled off towards the door. Kazuma popped his head out of the wall, gasping.
"STOP, STOP! I'll GO ON A QUEEEEEEEEEEEEST-!"
*-"KONOSUBA!!"-*
Kazuma stared sack jawed at the Adventurers in the Guild Hall. "..."
"Oo, how about this one?! 'Cook Wild Boar!'"
"Aqua, that says 'Hunt Wild Boar'..."
"Not a single quest with powerful monsters... How disappointing."
"E-E-Everyone..." Kazuma frowned tightly. He sniffed. "Every girl in this world... Has been corrupted...!"
Every girl within the Adventurer's Guild was almost as fat as Aqua, Megumin, and Darkness. None of them quite reached the titanic size of the trio, but they were certainly a far cry from their slim, sexy clad figures Kazuma hoped to see.
Kazuma buried his head in his hands. "Ahhh, could this world get any worse? How did this even happen?" He peeked between his fingers, staring at Aqua with knit eyebrows. "I would say the gods of this world have forsakened me..." Aqua took a bite out of a drumsick she's holding in one hand, then took a swig of booze from the other. "But at least one such god seems to be having the time of their life." He shifted his eyes to the side, staring at the Guild's secretary. "And now I don't even have her shapely boobs to comfort me after returning from whatever quest we'll inevitably fail today..."
Kazuma hung his head. "Ahhh, I'll never be the hero of this new world if I don't even have a few moe heroines on my side..." His eyes widened. "Wait. If every girl has been ruined..." Kazuma's eyes lit up. "Then...!" He spotted Mitsurugi among the crowd of Adventurers. "At least HIS harem should be-" Mitsurugi's scantily clad companions bounded up to him, thin as ever. The three of them laughed joyfully as Mitsurugi rested his hands on their shoulders. "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!"
"Kazuma? Kazuma!"
Aqua put her hand on his shoulder. Kazuma glanced over at her.
The goddess held up a paper. "We found a quest! All we have to do is find some honey in these woods, and they'll pay us a for... tune..."
Kazuma rested his hand on Aqua's shoulder, then one hand on Megumin's. The girls blinked up at him, wide eyed. He flashed them a wide smile. "Heh."
Aqua and Megumin glanced at each other. Then they too smiled up at Kazu-
"Nope. It's not the same," Kazuma blurted. He snatched the paper out of Aqua's hand and walked off out the door.
"Kazumaaaa!" Aqua shouted. "What's with that look? What's the matter with us?!"
*-"Konosuba!"-*
***
The four Adventurers were walking through a forest, and Kazuma held a bottle full of honey in his hands.
The Adventurer began to sweat as he thought, "Somehow, we haven't been attacked by monsters at all. Aqua hasn't bawled about anything. Megumin hasn't exploded something. And Darkness hasn't thrown herself into certain danger." Kazuma slowly looked over his right shoulder. Nothing. He peered over his left. Not a threat in sight. "..." Sweat poured down his forehead faster. "And yet!" Sweat poured down his face like Niagara Falls. "Why does that only make me more nervous?!"
Kazuma let out a sigh as he looked forward. "No, it's fine. Everything's fine. We just-"
"*eeUURRRPp*, haaaaah, phew!" Aqua's breath reeked of alcohol as she exhaled. "Now I have more room for booze. Kazuma, Kazuma! Are we going to get some once we turn in the quest?"
"Need to be-" Kazuma thought as he bit his lip.
*Snap*, *snap.* Megumin's heavy footfalls fractured sticks underfoot. Every step sent wobbles through her mighty belly and hips.
Kazuma's eyebrow twitched. "A-As quiet as-"
"Ahhhhh!" Darkness moaned. "T-To go on a quest without a single monster attacking me...! Is this torture a new kind of foreplay, Kazuma?! It's not b-bad at all..."
"P-Possible..."
"*huuURRRPp!*"
*SNAP.*
"NnnnNGH...!"
"*bwOOOORRRPpppp!*"
*CRACK.*
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!!"
Kazuma pounded his foot to the ground, sucked in as much air into his lungs as he could, whipped around, and shouted with all his might, "WOULD ALL OF YOU JUST SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!??!"
Flocks of birds flew out of the trees.
Kazuma repeatedly sucked in air, panting as though he just ran a mile. The three girls stopped walking, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Haaaaaah, haaaaaaaaaah..." He swallowed hard, and pointed behind them. "N-Now look here...! We... haven't encountered ANY monsters today! This might be the FIRST quest we get done correctly! No debt! No decreased reward! No property damage! No foreclosure on our house! Nothing!" Gritting his teeth with wide eyes, he held up the bottle of honey. "We just have to turn in this damn bottle. It's easy, right? Right? Gotta walk back to the Guild. That's it. Any Adventurer could do that. Anyone! " Kazuma stood up straight, pointing at the trio with narrowed eyes. "So, if I so much as hear a SINGLE peep fro-"
"*euURp.*" Aqua belched.
Aqua clamped her hands over her mouth.
Kazuma stared at her, still pointing. Multiple blood vessels popped on his forehead. "..."
Aqua upturned her eyebrows. "U-Um..." She flashed a wide, bright smile. "Excuse me! Tee hee~!"
No one saw him move. Megumin's hat in hand, Kazuma stood on Aqua's double rolled belly like a ladder, and repeatedly shoved the hat into Aqua's mouth.
A crazed look in his eyes, Kazuma cried, "Eat it, EAT IT!"
"WAAAAAHH! KAZUMA, KAZU-MMMPH!!"
"Maybe with this in your mouth you'll learn to be shut up for once?!"
Megumin jumped up and down, sending her belly and hips flailing like mad. Every stick under her snapped at once. "M-My hat! Give me back my-!"
Darkness frowned and straightened up. "Kazuma. I must request that you treat all party members equally." Drool seeped out of the side of Darkness' mouth as she sputtered, "Y-You should let me enjoy s-such foreplay as well!"
"You can shut up too!!"
A loud growl filled the air. All motion stopped.
Bushes rustled.
The four turned their heads, eyes locked on the bushes. Aqua spat the hat out of the side of her mouth, eyes never leaving the bushes.
The rustling became louder.
And closer.
Closer.
The leaves parted.
A tiny white bunny hopped out and looked up at the four.
"..."
Aqua pointed at it, shouting, "Let's eat him!"
Kazuma screamed, "What is WRONG with you?!"
Crunch.
The four's jaws dropped.
Munch, munch.
A shadow cast over the four. They looked up.
A bear three times as tall as Kazuma stood where the bunny was a split second ago. It looked down at the Adventurers, licked its chops, and threw his mouth wide open. A roar as loud as a freight train bellowed out. The Adventurer's hair flew all over the place.
"..."
Kazuma whipped his head to Aqua. "Now look what YOU'VE done!"
"IT'S YOUR FAULT!!!"
*-"KONOSUBAAAAAAAAA!!"-*
The bear let out another roar, then swiped his claw at Kazuma. He ducked, and several strands of his hair were cut off.
The Adventurer rolled off of Aqua's double rolls, then sprinted off, screaming.
"W-Wait for us!" Megumin picked her spit covered hat off the ground and threw it on her head. She huffed and puffed as she wobbled away.
Darkness threw her arms out, facing the bear. "Finally! A worthy opponent!"
Aqua grabbed Darkness by the ponytail and ran off after Kazuma.
"Grrk!"
"Now's not the time for that!" Aqua cried over her shoulder. Looking forward, she wailed, "KAZUMAAAA! DON'T LEAVE ME BEHIIIND!"
The bear let out a roar and gave chase.
Kazuma looked over his shoulder. "HA! I'm not waiting for a damn second! It's every man for him-" Kazuma slammed into a tree.
The three girls ran past him without looking back.
Red in the face, Kazuma stood up and chased after them. "Grrrk! Leave me behind, will they? What'd I ever do to them?"
The bear let out another roar, and Kazuma squealed. Throwing his arms in the air, he ran after the three girls.
Evidently he didn't have to go very far.
"What are you three idiots stopping for?!"
Aqua and Darkness stood next to Megumin. Aqua was doubling over, her belly jiggly vivaciously as she laughed. Darkness muttered, "Such an enviable position..."
"K-Kazuma!" Megumin looked over her shoulder at the Adventurer. Cheeks bright red, she sputtered, "S-Some monsters must have petrified me! I can't... seem to move!"
Megumin's hips had squished deeply between two trees. The Crimson Mage was slightly suspended in the air, and she kicked out her legs under her. This caused her ass, facing Kazuma in all it's round glory, to bounce like mad.
Kazuma jabbed Megumin's rear, crying, "The only monster here is your titanic ass!!"
"S-So rude! I'll have you know, this large figure is to give me even more presence as a Crimson Mage!"
The bear roared somewhere behind them, it's cries sending more birds fleeing from the tree branches.
Kazuma clenched his fists. "Dammit! If we die because of your ass, so help me!" The Adventurer blinked repeatedly. "Huh?" He opened and closed his palms. "T-That's strange." Sweat poured down his face. "Where did the bottle of honey go?!?"
"Not to fear, Kazuma." Darkness stepped forward.
Stars appeared in Kazuma's eyes. "Darkness-!"
The Crusader was spreading the honey from the bottle all over her breasts. Her hands smooshed them like dough. "I am making proper use of it!"
"WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!"
The growl of bears echoed all around them.
Aqua swiped the bottle of honey out of Darkness' hand. "Tsk, tsk! Give me that!" Aqua turned around, a bright smile on her face. "Kazuma, can't you see she can't be trusted with something so important?" Aqua put her hand on her breasts. "I ask that you entrust such vital matters to a goddess such as myself~"
Kazuma grabbed onto the bottle, but it couldn't pry it out of Aqua's vice grip. "Like hell I'll give it to you! You just want to claim the quest reward all for yourself!"
The growling of the bears drew closer.
Megumin puffed out her cheeks. "If you won't help, then I'm left with no choice." The Crimson Mage pointed her staff in the air. "Crimson-black blaze, king of myriad worlds, though I promulgate the laws of nature..."
Tilting her head and laughing gently, Aqua tugged back on the bottle. Her grip was more fearsome than a wrestler's. "Ahaha, what are you saying? Kazuma, I would never do such a thing."
Kazuma tugged back with all of his might, shouting, "I'd sooner trust the bears than I would your smile you usele-! Ah."
The bottle of honey slipped from Aqua's fingers. It sailed in the air in an arc over Kazuma's head...
And shattered to pieces upon impact with the ground. The honey spilled all over the grass.
Kazuma sank to his knees, eyes wide and jaw slack. A guttural sound escape his throat. "Gaaaaaaaahk..."
The bushes rustled. Five bears poked their heads through.
Darkness ran towards them. "At last! Come, I'm ready to face your beastality. Shower my body with heavy blow after blow!"
Megumin lifted her glowing staff into the air. "I am the alias of destruction incarnate in accordance with the principals of all creation. Let the hammer of eternity descend unto me!"
Aqua burst out laughing. "Ahahaha! See, look what happened because you didn't listen to me, Kazuma. That look on your face is just too... Pfft! Wahahaha!"
Kazuma stared up at the bears. "...Heh." He smiled gently and lowered his head. "You know, yesterday, I said anything things couldn't get any worse. But I was wrong."
"Exploooosioon!"
Kazuma pounded the ground with his fists, yelling, "SOMEHOW BEING FAT HAS MADE THESE THREE EVEN MORE USELEEEEEESS!!"
A sphere of fire burst out from Megumin's staff, engulfing the entire forest.
Everything faded to white...
*-"Kono... Suba?"-*
"Nngh..."
Kazuma slowly opened his eyes. He found himself sitting on a chair in a black, empty space. "Where...?" The only other thing in this area was a second chair, a ways in front of him. The Adventurer blinked. "E-Eris?"
The goddess smiled at him. She was as thin and beautiful as ever. "It's good to see you again, Satou Kazuma-san. Although I hoped we could meet in more pleasant circumstances..."
"Pleasant...?" Kazuma half closed his eyes. "Wait," he muttered. "If I'm here, then that means I died again, didn't I?"
Eris upturned her eyebrows. "That seems to be the case."
Kazuma leaned the chair back and crossed his legs, staring up into the void of darkness. "Ahhhhh, figures. I just have to wait a few minutes until Aqua gets off her fat butt and revives me, right?"
"Well... Not this time."
"..."
Kazuma leaned forward, the chair clattering under him. Sweat dripping down his face, he questioned with wide eyes, "W-W-W-What was that? I could have sworn you just said I wouldn't be revived."
Eris averted her gaze. "Umm..." She took a deep breath. Standing up, she asked, "Satou Kazuma-san, do you remember what you said before you fell asleep last night?"
Kazuma blinked a few times. What he said? It was something like...
"Ahhh, I wish things were different. Anything has to be better than this..."
Sweat poured down Kazuma's face. "Ah. D-Did I trigger some sort of Monkey's Paw flag?!" Kazuma gestured wildly with his hands. "I-I didn't mean a thing I said! This world?! I think it's awesome! The best world ever! I couldn't IMAGINE life without-
Eris shook her head. "No, it's nothing like that. Do not worry." Eris held her hands to her chest. "Since Aqua-Senpai caused you so much trouble, I felt I had to make things right. That world you experienced-where all of your friends had, ah, gained so much weight-it was an illusion I showed you. A vision."
"Eh? Illusion?" Kazuma's eyes sparkled. "I see, so it was all a dream! Ahaha... Ahahaha..." Kazuma bowed so low his body became a perfect upside-down L. "I PLEDGE MY ETERNAL LOYALTY TO YOU, ERIS-SAMA!!"
"P-Please, there's no need for that!" Eris cried, red in the face. "Raise your head."
Kazuma stood up straight as Eris explained, "Because you were so upset, I wanted to show you that no matter how bad things may look, things are never as bad as they could be. I created that illusion world to prove it to you." She held her index finger to her lips and winked. "It's just a matter of perspective, right?"
Kazuma nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes! I definitely learned my lesson! So I get to go back to the normal world now, right?! The one without those lazyasses being fatasses?!"
Eris upturned her eyebrows. "T-That's a crude way to put it, but yes." Eris extended her palm, and it began to glow. "You shall awaken from your coma now."
Kazuma blinked. "Wait. Coma?" Kazuma began to float up to the ceiling. "How long was I out for?!"
"I wish you happiness and peace, Satou Kazuma-san."
"Wait!! No! I don't like where this is going!"
*-"Konosuba!"-* "GET ME DOWN FROM HEEEEEEEEERE!"
Kazuma slowly opened his eyes. "Nnnn...?" He gasped as he looked down. "Our couch? Then...!" His eyes sparkled. "I'm ho-"
"Kazuma?! Everyone, Kazuma's awake!"
"Kazuma! We were so worried about you...!"
All the color drained from Kazuma's face.
Aqua, Megumin, and Darkness approached him. Aqua explained, "Kazuma! It's been months since you went into a coma. Honestly I thought you were a goner. But don't worry! We learned from what you told us before you died- er, went into a coma."
Darkness frowned. "Indeed. Unfortunately, it's just as Aqua says. We've taken nothing but safe quests in your absence."
Kazuma swallowed hard.
Megumin blushed as she flailed her arms. "B-But don't misunderstand all these, um, changes! We were just stocking up on food until you woke up."
Aqua rubbed the back of her head. "Then those stocks started to expire, you know? It would have been such a waste to just throw them out... And they looked so tasty..."
Kazuma began to sweat.
"We believed 'you cannot fight on an empty stomach,' but, um, somehow it's much harder to fight on a full stomach. Very full stomach," Megumin admitted.
Kazuma pursed his lips tightly.
Aqua laughed and waved her hand. "Ahaha! But we had so much money saved up, you know? So why worry about quests or a job or paying bills or about getting evicted from our house! That's all just water under the bridge! Ahaha!"
Kazuma did not laugh.
"...G-Get it? Water? Water goddess? Ahahaha... Haha... Ha..."
"..."
Aqua blinked. She lowered her head and smiled. "Heh." She rested her hand on Kazuma's shoulder. "Do not worry, Kazuma. In your fitful coma, you just kept clinging to this couch, like a baby would his mommy." Aqua rested her hands on her hips. "So it was hard, but we kept this couch for you. What amazing allies we are! Aren't you happy to have such wonderful friends?" Aqua paused. Poking the tips of her index fingers together, she added, "But, ah, you um, sorta owe us a teeensy weeensy amount of Eris for letting you keep the couch. Since, well, that's kinda what happens when you're evicted from-"
A pillow slammed Aqua in the face.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"
Kazuma stood up. He feet hit the ground. Or rather, the grass. For 'his' couch was in the middle of a grassy field on the outskirts of their mansion. The gate to their mansion was closed, with a big fat "EVICTED" sign plastered on it. His only company in this field were his three allies. His three FAT allies. Each of them the same size, weight, and weight distribution as they were in the illusion he just awakened from.
Breathing heavily, Kazuma grabbed his head and fell to his knees. He screamed at the sky, "THIS IS EVEN WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORSE!! GODDESS CHANGE! WORLD CHANGE! ANYTHING, CHAAAAAAAAAAAANGE!"
⁂
The Debu is a Part Timer! (Devil Part Timer WG)
"One order of large black pepper fries? 210 yen, please! ...Thank you!"
Chiho deposited the customer's yen in MgRonald's cash register, then waddled out back to the kitchen.
From the looks of her, it seemed Chiho spent a lot of time in the kitchen. For her once small frame had ballooned. Her already large boobs jumped up two cup sizes. Each breast was larger than her head, to the point where she could easily of rested a MgRonald's tray across the top of them. The tray wouldn't have been met with much resistance, for Chiho's breasts were firm in spite of their flab. The part-timer's boobs pushed down the collar of her uniform just enough to offer glimpses of her undoubtedly deep cleavage. With her breasts as big as they were, Chiho could have easily shoved a whole large soda into her cleavage. Yet her breasts weren't the only flabby part of the fast food employee; her belly had grown by leaps and bounds as well. It stuck out just as far as her breasts, and took on an ovular shape. Her boobs rested on the top of her stomach like a shelf. Yet her underbelly drooped past her skirt's waistband and halfway down her calves. Naturally, this sizeable stomach rode up her uniform's top significantly, revealing her soft, fleshy underbelly to the world. A few inches higher, and her shirt would have failed to cover her belly button. Her rump had packed on pounds too, stretching her tiny skirt's fabric to the limit. Yet compared to the size of her bulbous boobs and gut, her rear didn't seem like anything to write home about. A small double chin wrapped around her face. The part-timer had chubby cheeks as well, a fact only emphasized by her hair being in pigtails.
Chiho tossed the fryer full of French fries a few times. The motion sent her breasts bouncing a bit, straining against her uniform's buttons. "Ummm, this is how you're supposed to do it, right?" The part-timer held up the fryer and glanced over her shoulder.
"That's one order for a MgMuffin?"
Craning her neck as far back as she could, Chiho could just barely make out Maou's profile as he smiled brightly at a customer.
"May I interest you in our MgMuffin extra value meal? It comes with hashbrowns and any size coffee for just 100 more yen!" The customer muttered something, yet the words didn't quite reach Chiho's ears. Maou bowed and chirped, "Thank you! We hope you enjoy your meal."
A blush spread across Chiho's face. "Ahh, Maou-san's as amazing as always..." Chiho knit her eyebrows and nodded to herself. "I can't let him down! I have to make sure everything tastes perfectly."
Chiho stuffed a handful of fries in her mouth. The part-timer failed to notice salt falling into her cleavage as she chewed. "Mmm... *huURp.*" Blushing, Chiho held her hand to her mouth. "I-I hope Maou-san didn't hear that..." She scooped up a second handful. "Just to be sure," she thought.
"Chi-chan?"
"Eep!"
Wide eyed, Chiho turned around, whipping the fryer out of the basin in the process. Her belly and breasts jiggled like mad. "M-Maou-san?!"
Maou held up his hands and backed up. "Whoa, be careful!"
"Sorry..." Chiho set the fryer back into the basin.
"Everything all right? That last order's taking you a while." Maou blinked. Half closing his eyes, the devil sighed. "Don't tell me you're taste-testing again."
Chiho froze stiff. Eyes wide, she forced a smile. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. "W-Who, me?"
Maou pointed. "There's salt all over your chin."
"AHH!" she cried. Chiho whipped around, wiping her sleeve so furiously on her face she was liable to start a fire.
Maou walked up behind Chiho and leaned over. Holding his hand next to his mouth, he whispered, "This is a fast food place, you know. Everything's processed food. It's all going to taste the same as long as you prepare it the same way."
Chiho puffed out her lips and looked to the side, eyes half closed. "I'm doing all this for you, you know. You're so clueless, Maou-san."
"Hm?" Maou blinked. "I didn't get that, Chi-chan."
Chiho backed up, holding up her hands. "N-N-N-Never worries! Er, no, mind! Never mind."
"?"
"L-Look, the fries are ready! Wow!" Chiho pounded over to Maou. "Let's get those out and-Wah!"
Chiho's foot slammed into Maou's.
"Ouch!"
The girl fell smack into the floor, but her gut cushioned the fall. It pancaked out in all directions under her. Her boobs squished deeply against the mats on the ground, smooshing them into her face. No doubt her butt was high in the air, with her skirt drooping down low enough to reveal her crack. Not that she could see it; the part-timer was busy dealing with a face full of boob.
"Chi-chan?!" Maou knelt down and extended his hand. "Are you all right?"
Chiho turned her head to the side. Tiny waterfalls of tears gushed out of her eyes. "O-One of the only times I get to hold Maou-san's hand, and it's because of something like this..."
"Chi-chan?"
"I'm fine, this is nothing new." Chiho smiled up at Maou. "But at least I didn't drop any fries this time!"
Maou half closed his eyes as he smirked. "Yes, thank goodness for that."
Chiho took Maou's hand, and the devil gritted his teeth as he hoisted her up. He turned away from Chiho, eyes scanning the ground with the intensity of a hawk searching for prey.
"Maou-san? What are you doing?"
"Looking for the buttons."
Chiho blinked. "Eh?"
Maou turned around. Expression completely neutral, he pointed at Chiho's clothes. "You didn't notice?"
Chiho glanced down. "..." Sweat dripped down her forehead as her eyes widened. "W-Wha-?!" Two buttons around her collar were missing, revealing her deep cleavage. One could make out hints of her lacy pink bra as well. Craning her neck, Chiho saw that her shirt had ridden up even further. Her belly was poking out of her shirt, showing off her belly button to the world.
"You're an outie, huh?" Maou was staring down at...
Chiho turned around, using one hand to cover her breasts and the other to tug on her shirt. Every tug resulted in a jiggle from her tummy. "W-When?! How?!"
"When you fell, probably." Maou shrugged. "It's only natural, right? I mean, you've been getting pretty big lately. Have you been watching what you eat?"
Chiho whipped around, pounding her foot into the floor. Her breasts bounced. "M-M-M-Maou-san!"
"W-Whoa! What's wrong?"
"You can't just... Say that to a girl! A girl's weight is a sensitive topic!"
Maou rubbed the back of his head, eyebrows upturned. "Oh, sorry. I just thought at this point it went without saying that you're fat."
Chiho stared off into the distance. The shine in her eyes dimmed. "Ah..."
Maou looked over his shoulder at a customer, wide eyed. "Oh! Sorry for the wait." He walked off towards the counter. "What would you like to order?"
Chiho stared unblinking at the opposite wall. "D-Desu yo ne..."
"Annnnd another day comes to a close. Good job today, Chi..." Maou blinked. "Chan...?" The restaurant was empty. Maou peeked his head into the kitchen. No one. "Did she go home already?" Maou walked out back, and picked up a bento from the table where he and Chiho would sit at during break. "But I never returned the bento she made me." Maou rubbed the back of his head. "Guess I'll take it and return it the next time I see her."
Maou turned the light off and returned to the dining area.
"Maa-kun?"
"Whoa, Manager! Don't sneak up on me like that."
Kisaki rested her hand on her hip. "That's 'Kisaki-san,' kid. We need to talk."
Maou gulped. "D-Did I do something wrong?"
"No. But Sasaki might have."
"Chi-chan?"
Scratching her head, Kisaki sighed. "Ahh, I'm not going to sugar coat it. Listen. Chi-chan needs..."
Chiho folded her hands behind her back and pouted. Waddling, she made her way up the stairs to Maou's villa. Every step resulted in her breasts smacking against the top of her belly. Not to mention enticed an ominous creak from the stairs. "'Getting fat,' he says..." Chiho puffed out her cheeks. "Hrrrmph. I'm only like this because I keep taste testing all those bentos for Maou-san. ...A-And maybe a little MgRonald's food, too."
She clambered up the last few steps and hobbled over to Maou's door. Raising her hand to knock, she called, "Maou-san? Do you have my bento? I think I left it back at-"
"...And that's why I'm going to give this to Chi-chan tomorrow." It was Maou's voice.
"Eh?" Chiho blinked, wide eyed. "W-W-What does he mean? Maou-san bought me a present?" Chiho shook her head, blushing. "No, no, no! There's no way!"
"Just like that?!" Chiho heard Ashiya cry. "That won't do, Sire! Such a casual approach when gift-giving is simply inappropriate."
"Huh? Why?"
"In this world, gifts from a man to a woman must be presented with the utmost care. Especially gifts about such sensitive things."
"Eh, you sure? That doesn't sound right."
"Please do not doubt me, Sire."
Chiho's heart pounded. "Sensitive things? Is it...?" Steam shot out of Chiho's ears. "S-Some kind of romantic present?!"
"In fact," Ashiya continued. "It is customary for presents form a man to a woman to be given whilst on one knee."
"Gahk..." Chiho's jaw dropped. The crimson on her cheeks spread to the tips of her ears, and all the way down to her neck. "One knee?! Is Maou-san... PROPOSING?!" Chiho flailed her arms, resulting in her breasts and belly bouncing like mad. "AHHHHHH!!"
"Huh?" Scuffling noises rang out behind the door. "Is someone there?"
"No, don't open it! What if it's Hero Emilia?!"
"Oh come on, why would she come this late at night?"
"Ahh, ahh!" Chiho gasped. She snapped her head this way and that, then whipped around and fled. Her heavy footfalls against the wooden stairs sounded like hail beating a car roof.
Maou opened the door, peering his head out. "Yes, who is it? Ohh, Chi-chan!"
Chiho froze stiff. "Eep!" Chiho blinked a few times and forced a wide smile. Not turning around, she called, "M-Maou-san! What a coincidence, meeting you here."
Maou half closed his eyes. "Er, no, I live here..."
"If it's a door to door salesman, tell them we don't want it!" Ashiya yelled. "We can't afford it. And if they pressure us, threaten to sue, Sire! I hear that works."
Maou yelled over his shoulder, "If we tell them we can't afford a door to door salesman's stuff, why would they think we could hire a lawyer?" Maou turns back to Chiho. "Oh, Chi-chan. I have your bento from lunch. I'll go ge-"
Shaking her head, Chiho pounded down the rest of the stairs. "No, no that's okay! Just keep it!" she cried.
"Huh? Well if you insist." Maou held a hand to his mouth as he yelled, "Do you want me to escort you home? ...Annnd she's gone." Maou frowned. "What's got her so flustered?"
From inside the apartment, Urushihara called, "Are you really that dumb?"
"Oh, can it." Maou went back inside, shutting the door behind him. "Ashiya! Let us discuss our battle strategy for tomorrow!"
Standing outside the wall bordering Maou's villa, Chiho watched Maou shut the door. A small smile spread across her face. She lowered her head, squishing out her double chin a bit. Blinking a few times, the part-timer blushed. "I-I wonder... What could Maou-san's present be?"
"A trip to an amusement park?" Chiho thought, "Could this be the present he mentioned...?"
Maou and Chiho sat out back at MgRonald's at a table. Chiho's hefty frame could barely be contained by one chair; her rear seeped over the edges of her chair, and her stomach pushed into the edge of the table. Thank goodness she didn't need to reach the table; her breasts acted as her table most of the time, after all.
Maou smiled. "Yeah. Think you're up for going tomorrow? It'd be Sunday, so you don't have to worry about school. And we're both off, besides." Maou blinked at Chiho. The part-timer was staring off into space, her cheeks growing redder by the second. "You not interested?"
"Oh, no, I am!" she blurted. Chiho looked down, poking the tips of her index fingers together. "A-Asking to go on Sunday was really thoughtful of you too, Maou-san. But how could you afford tickets?"
"Ahh, that. We got them for free with a newspaper subscription. Although Ashiya was quite opposed at first..."
Maou's conversation with Ashiya played back in the devil's head. "A newspaper subscription?! As I'm sure you are aware Sire, we do not have the funds for such frivolous spending! Even if we did purchase one, what possible use would we have for newspaper? Kindle a fire? ...Double as toilet paper?
"Maybe we could, you know, READ it-"
"Preposterous. Time spent reading a newspaper could be time spent researching the history of magecraft in this world. How will you make your grand return to Ente Isla if you plan to spend your days reading newspapers?!"
In the present, Maou chirped, "...But we both reached a compromise we were happy with."
The conversation resumed in Maou's mind. "Oh, Ashiya! How about we cancel our internet for a month? That should cover it!"
"Ahh, that's a brilliant idea, Sire! No one important uses it, anyway."
Urushihara shouted, "Why?! What did I ever do to you?!"
In the present, Maou held up the two tickets to the amusement park. "It may turn out to be a really cheap place, and I know you went to one not that long ago, so I wasn't sure if I should get them, but-"
"No, no! It's fine! I'm glad you got them. No, I'm THRILELD you got them!" Chiho cried. Smiling brightly, she gushed, "I'd love to go anywhere with you, Maou-san!"
Chiho knit her eyebrows, frowning tightly. "Maou-san."
"Hm? Something wrong, Chi-chan?"
"Are you... Trying to tell me something?"
Chiho and Maou stood at the amusement park gate. Surrounding them were guests of noticeably larger than average weight. At the entrance was a fat girl squeezed into a large bear suit, handing out balloons to little kids. A second overweight mascot character waddled around. This one was squeezed into a pair of suspenders, and wore a straw hat on her head. Were all of the mascots like this?!
Still, Chiho looked like she fit right in. The part-timer wore her trendy green dress from when she first went on a date with Maou. Although she didn't take into account that the last time she tried it on was three-hundred pounds ago. Her breasts forced her collar down embarrassingly low. And her belly hiked up her dress so far, one could see her underbelly whenever she leaned back. This would have left her bare legs completely exposed, so Chiho opted to wear a small skirt. A dress and skirt just to stay properly covered... Perhaps she couldn't really blame Maou for calling her fat after all.
Maou upturned his eyebrows. "T-This was the cheapest place I could find. You said you'd go anywhere, right?"
Chiho glanced away, blushing. "Well, if it's just with you, Maou-san..." She tentatively held out her hand. Maou took it. Chiho smiled up at him.
"So, what do you want to ride first?"
Chiho squished herself into a tea cup ride. Her wide frame took up two seats. With each booth only fitting three people, poor Maou was left squished against Chiho's squishy side.
As the tea cups began to spin around, Chiho glanced at Maou. The devil was grinning as he held the iron bar holding them in. "Ohh, this has more force than I expected!"
Whistling as she turned her head away, Chiho twisted her torso a bit into Maou. Her breasts smooshed against Maou's chest. The cups switched their momentum, and Maou's head snapped back. "Grrk!"
He landed on Chiho's boobs, burying the back of his head into them. Chiho smiled to herself. "You gotta enjoy the small victories," she told herself.
Chiho and Maou then got in line for a log flume ride, but...
*grrRRRRRRROOooooowwwwlll...*
Maou looked over his shoulder. "Chi-chan, what was- Oh."
Chiho's face blazed red as she tugged at the hem of her dress. Stomping off, she cried, "I-I'll be back in a minute!"
"What about the ride?!"
"J-J-Just hold my spot!"
Chiho ran up to the first food stall she spotted and bought all the corndogs they had. The part-timer sucked down dog after dog like she hadn't eaten in months. Her stomach grew tighter and tighter, not to mention visibly larger. It pushed up her dress enough to reveal her belly button. While chomping down another one, Chi-chan tried to tug her dress down with her free hand, but to no avail. "*heeuuUUURRRp.* Uuuu, *euRP*, what if Maou-san sees me like this...?"
Her breasts smacked into the face of a distracted park mascot.
"Ah!"
"Oooof, hey! Watch where you're going!"
After an abrupt conversation, Chiho jogged back to the line with Maou. Thankfully, the ride hadn't started moving yet.
The two then got on the log flume, and when their log crashed into the water, an overwhelming wave splashed onto them.
Maou coughed and sputtered as he got off the ride. His clothes were dripping, leaving small puddles every step he took. "Gahk, man! What WAS that, some kind of weapon?!" He turned around. "Chi-chan, are you okay? W-Whoa!"
Chiho's dress and skirt were soaked. The water made the fabric semi-transparent, leaving very little to the imagination. Maou could see every inch of her pink, E cup bra. Not to mention her bloated stomach, still filled with countless corn dogs.
Chiho held her hands up to her breasts. Steam shot out of her ears. "W-W-W-What should I say in this situation?!" she thought. She imagined herself tugging at her wet dress' collar, and leaning forward a bit. "Maou-san, do you... Like what you see?" Chiho blushed furiously as she wondered, "Would he... enjoy that?" Chiho gulped. She fingered her collar, and sucked in a deep breath.
Maou draped his coat over Chiho's shoulders. "Eh? Maou-san?"
The devil looked away, scratching his chin. "I just figured you didn't want anyone to see."
Chiho half closed her eyes. "Ahaha... Yeah. Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking. Ahahaha.... Ahaha... Ha..."
"C-Chi-chan, if you're happy, then why is your laugh so creepy...?"
As the sun started to set, Maou and Chiho got on the rollercoaster ride. Unfortunately...
"C-Chi-chan, it's okay! We can go on another ride."
Chiho and Maou sat in a two seater cart, forcing Chiho's ample rear to squished into Maou's hips. Red in the face, Chiho huffed and puffed as she pushed down on the iron bar to lock them in. It repeatedly smooshed into her stuffed belly. In return, her gut kept pushing the bar back. After all, her tummy was so large, it touched the back of the cart in front of her. Yet she was supposed to touch the iron bar to her torso like Maou could...
"No, I can get it, I can get it!"
"You're gonna break it..."
"I-I'm not that fat!"
"Haaaaah..." Chiho glanced out the window.
The two were on a Ferris wheel, halfway to the top. The sun met the horizon, and the sky began to turn dark.
As she stared down at the tiny guests milling about, a smile split Chiho's face. "To think Maou-san would buy me tickets to an amusement park and spend the day with me..." Chiho slouched in her seat with a cheesy smile. "Ahhhh~"
She glanced up at Maou. The devil was resting his chin on his hand, his gaze fixated out the window. "...I think it's about time now." Maou turned to her, smiling. "Chi-chan."
Chiho blinked. "Huh?"
"Close your eyes."
Chiho's eyes widened as she gasped. Squeezing her eyes shut, she straightened up. "O-Okay!" The part-timer's hear pounded in her chest. "What's going on?!" she thought. "I-I thought the amusement park tickets were his present! There's just... No way he's...!"
"Hold out your hand."
Steam shot out of Chiho's ears. "Yes!" She shot out her hand, smacking something in the process.
"Ow!"
"S-Sorry!" she shouted.
She felt something soft in her palm.
"Okay, open your eyes."
Chiho opened her eyes. "It's...?!"
A big, red... shirt?
Chiho paused. "..." A churning sensation filled her stomach as she unfolded it and held it out in front of her.
It was just an ordinary red dress shirt. But the collar was black. And a familiar logo was printed on the chest.
"..."
Maou beamed as he explained, "As shift manager, it's my responsibility to make sure my subordinates look their best. So I asked Emilia to sew the buttons back on." Maou rubbed the back of his head. "Then Ashiya went and made a big deal out of it. Something about proper timing, proper setting, all that stuff. Honestly, I don't know the first thing about giving girls gifts in this world, but did I do it right? ...Uh, Chi-chan?"
Chiho stared at the shirt, a small smile on her face as the light in her eyes dimmed.
"Desu yo ne..."
Maou rested his chin on his hand. He was in his villa, sitting by the window with a frown on his face. "I don't get it. Why was Chiho so disappointed with her present?"
Ashiya bowed deeply. "My apologies, Sire! My research must have been insufficient!"
"Raise your head, Ashiya. It's not your fault. I must of done SOMETHING wrong."
"You really don't know?" Urushihara grumbled. He was hugging his internet deprived laptop and lying on the floor.
Maou punched his fist into his palm. "Ah, I got it!" He stood up and walked towards the door. "I think I'll buy her a box of chocolates to make it up to her."
Urushihara frowned.
Maou put his hand on the doorknob. Ashiya placed his on top of Maou's. "Sire. What are you doing?"
Urushihara's eyebrows twitched.
"I'm going to buy choco-"
"You can't just GIVE them to her!" Ashiya crossed his arms and nodded. "In this world, it is customary for a man to write a love letter when giving a girl a box of chocolates..."
"Ohh! Tell me more!"
Urushihara banged his head into the floor. "You're both IDIOTS."
⁂
Chubby Girls (Comic Girls WG)
"Uuuu, it just keeps on getting biggeerrr..."
Kaos and Koyume were in their dorm room. Koyume sat on her bed, staring down at herself. Kaos was kneeling in the corner of the room with her drawing pad in her lap.
It was little wonder Koyume was staring down at her figure; she had a lot to stare at. For her sweater was ridden up by a round pot belly that gave a nine month pregnant woman's tum a run for its money. Koyume's ball of fluff completely filled her lap, and it rested over the top of her skirt's hem. It was impressive Koyume could see her belly at all, considering that her already sizeable breasts had gone up a cup size. A donut half hanging out of her mouth, Koyume squeezed her belly flab with both hands.
"Kaooos-chan!" Koyume whined. "It's not that bad, is it? Tell me it's not bad!"
"E-Eh?!" Kaos snapped her head up, eyes wide like a small, frightened animal. Swallowing hard, she gazed at Koyume's belly, then at her expecting face. "..." Kaos held up her drawing pad, blocking her face from Koyume's view. "S-S-Someone like me doesn't have the right to comment on other people's appearances!"
Koyume hung her head, little waterfalls of tears pouring down her face. "It's gotten so bad that you can't even talk about it, huh..."
Kaos peeked her eyes over the top of her drawing pad. "...Tsubasa-san HAS been saying you eat too many sweets, so..." Kaos hid her head again. "Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to point out you're fat!" Eyes spinning, Kaos sputtered, "AHHH! No! I mean, I didn't mean to imply you're fat because you really, really aren't, so-"
"No, no, it's okay, Kaos-chan. You don't have to sugar coat it." Koyume poked her tummy. Her finger sunk right in. "*eeuURP.*" Koyume slapped her hand to her mouth, cheeks burning red. "Uuu, I'm sorry! Tsubasa-senpai's right! I've been eating too much candy." Grunting, Koyume stood up. The motion sent her belly wobbling a bit. "Oooof. That's it. I've made up my mind!" The blonde knelt down on the floor, and began reaching under her bed. She stuck out her tongue as she felt around. "For Tsubasa-senpai, I'm going to throw out every box of candy I have!"
Kaos blinked. "Box?"
She looked up to see Koyume hoisting up a stack of four boxes. The stack was taller than Koyume herself. "That's so much!" Kaos cried.
Koyume set the boxes down on the ground. She hugged the top box, rubbing her chubby cheek against it's surface. "It's so sad we won't be seeing each other anymore," Koyume sniffed. "But absence makes the heart grow fonder..."
A bead of sweat dripped down Kaos's forehead. "As expected of the shoujo mangaka..." Kaos frowned. "But Koyume-san, isn't throwing all that away a waste of money?" Laughing sheepishly, Kaos rubbed the back of her head. "N-Not that I can talk. I spend all my money on figurines."
Koyume turned her head to Kaos, still hugging the box. "What else can I do? I have to stop eating so much if I want Tsubasa-senpai to like me."
Kaos gingerly raised her hand as though she were in a classroom. "Um, so long as it isn't too much trouble-and I totally understand if it is-maybe I could eat them instead?" Kaos shook her head furiously. "Nonono, forget I said anything! I couldn't possibly take something from you."
Koyume beamed. "No, that's a great idea! You can have all of them if you want, Kaos-ch-"
*grrrRRROOOWWwwwllll...*
Kaos and Koyume both stared at the blonde's belly. "..." Cheeks tinted red, Koyume threw her arm in the air. "That settles it! Kaos-chan, let's eat the first box together."
"W-What happened to dieting?!"
"Uuuuu, I'm not worthy of such a cute school uniform anymore..."
Kaos, Koyume, Ruki, and Tsubasa were all seated at a table in the school cafeteria. Kaos and Koyume sat on one side, while their senpais sat across from them.
It seemed like Kaos was eating a lot more candy lately than just the boxes Koyume gave her. For the once petite girl had ballooned. Her chest grew from being flat to needing B cups. Her stomach expanded too, forming one ovular roll that rested just over the hem of her skirt. It pushed up her school shirt, revealing just a teensy bit of underbelly. The doughy mass easily filled half her lap. Yet the real star of the show were her hips and rear. The mangaka's hips hung off both sides of her chair, brushing up against Koyume's fluffy butt next to her. Kaos' own tush squished deeply into the back of the chair behind her, and that was with the mangaka half sitting off the chair to make room for it. Said butt pushed up her skirt enough to offer glimpses of her panties. Even Kaos' thighs had grown, becoming fluffy cylinders that stretched the fabric of her knee high socks to the limit. The start of a double chin wrapped around her face.
Koyume had gained even more than before. Her breasts went up yet another cup size, making each boob the size of a soccer ball. This pushed down her sweater and forced apart a few buttons on her shirt underneath. A bit of cleavage was exposed. Her pot belly graduated from pregnancy sized to a full on yoga ball of squishy mass. It smooshed into the side of the cafeteria table. Said tummy rode up her sweater enough to reveal her deep naval. Fluffy love handles sprouted out of her sides, filling the space between her hiked up sweater and her skirt. A hearty, wobbly double chin framed her face.
Kaos whimpered as she tugged on her top. It still didn't manage to cover the mangaka's belly. "I've betrayed the sanctity of seifukus. I'm a shame to schoolgirls everywhere!"
"Pho, pho, Phaos-phan," Koyume blurted, her mouth full of a donut she ate whole. Swallowing, she let out a belch. "*euurRRP.* E-Excuse me, phew." Flashing a big smile, Koyume clenched her fists and turned to Kaos. The motion squished Kaos' hip even deeper into Koyume's. "You're totally not that fat! If you were, what would that make me?"
Tsubasa blinked. "Isn't that just another way of saying you're both overwei-? Mmph."
Ruki clamped her hand over Tsubasa's mouth, eyebrows twitching. "Ahaha, K-Koyume-chan, didn't you say you got rid of all your old candy? I thought you were dieting?"
Grinning, Koyume rubbed the back of her head. "Well you know, I got rid of my OLD candy. That didn't stop me from buying NEW sweets!" Koyume put her finger to her chin, tilting her head. "Still, I don't know how I got so big so quickly." Koyume shrugged. "Oh well! Now I just tell myself it's all more energy for manga making~" As she said this, the blonde stacked her THREE empty food trays.
"G-Gee, I wonder how..." Ruki turned her gaze to Kaos as she noisily slurped down her bowl of ramen. "She's so cuuuute," Ruki thought, smiling. "Somehow getting fat made her a hundred times more irresistible. I just want to give her a big hug!"
Kaos jerked her head up as their eyes locked. "Abababa!" She cried. Broth splashes dotted her double chin and fluffy cheeks. Patting her chubby cheeks, Kaos asked, "Is there something on my face? Or is it just my face in general? Or my hair?? Uuuu, I knew I should of brushed it better..."
Ruki leaned back, holding up her hands. "O-Oh, no! You're cute as always, Kaos-chan. You don't have anything to worry about."
"Cute??" Kaos held up her ramen bowl, hiding her face behind it. "T-There's nothing moe about a fat girl character," she muttered. Over the rim of the bowl, Ruki could see that the girl's cheeks were tinted red.
Ruki found her eyes trailing down, staring at Kaos's chest. It wasn't big, but... Ruki patted her own nigh flat breasts. They were certainly larger than hers. "If I ate like Kaos-chan and Koyume-chan," she thought. "Would I finally be able to live up to my pen name...?"
Tsubasa followed Ruki's gaze, then side glanced to her. "Jealous?"
Ruki whipped her head away, blushing furiously. "O-Of course not!!"
Tsubasa half closed her eyes as she frowned. "I sense dark energies have been making some changes to my comrades in arms."
Kaos, Koyume, Ruki, and Tsubasa were walking down the street on their way to shop for more manga supplies...
"Ooo, ooo, Kaos-chan, want to stop at that crepe place again? I'll treat you!"
Kaos shook her head, sending her double chins wobbling. "I-I couldn't ask you to spend your money on me."
"Why don't we go to that cute cafe over there?" Ruki suggested. "I heard they have some wonderful tea."
"Nah, I want to eat something sweet!"
...But they seemed more concerned with finding food supplies instead.
And it was no wonder. With how large the trio had become, they must of needed a lot of food to satisfy their cravings.
Kaos' breasts had only grown slightly, but her belly surged forward. It dangled halfway down her shapely thighs. Her school uniform's top rested just above her outie belly button. Her hips, however, had ballooned at a much faster rate. The poor girl couldn't pull up her skirt over them, so her skirt hung halfway up her hips instead. This would have left her panties exposed, but her belly folding over them gave her some decency. Although her tummy couldn't do anything about her rear; her skirt only made it halfway up her bubble butt, showing off her pink panties to the world. Koyume didn't have it in her to point it out, knowing the mangaka would collapse in a flurry of "Ababas." Her thighs left several rips along the sides of her socks, and her double chin was beginning to form a third.
Koyume had fattened as well. Each of her round boobs were bigger than her head now, forcing down her sweater's collar scandalously low. Not to mention they popped off several buttons of her top. This showed off quite a bit of cleavage, but any camisole she tried to wear just wouldn't cover enough to be worth the trouble. It'd often just get buried somewhere between her boobs by the end of the day anyway, and poor Kaos would have to dig it out for her. Koyume's boobs weren't the only burgeoning spheres on her body, though. Her tummy was quite impressive as well. It drooped all the way down to her knees, yet still managed to retain its spherical shape. Her sweater and top didn't cover an inch of it, leaving it to jiggle and bounce as much as it pleased. With how soft it was, Koyume was constantly inviting Kaos to use it as a bean bag whenever she drew. Koyume's face was fatter too. She now had a jiggly triple chin.
Ruki was catching up to the two. Yet even then, her breasts were still smaller than Kaos, having only gone up a single cup size. A fact that only motivated the mangaka to keep gaining. Her belly formed two rolls, and they drooped down past her skirt's waistband. Her top clung to the upper roll and left the bottom roll completely exposed. The girl's belly button was nowhere in sight, undoubtedly buried somewhere between her two rolls. Ruki's hips had grown as well, lifting up the sides of her skirt a bit. Her thighs ballooned, leaving them constantly rubbing against one another whenever she walked. Even her face had fattened; she had a double chin going.
Koyume patted her belly, sending ripples across its vast surface. "Tummy-chan's feeling a little peckish~" she cooed.
Ruki half closed her eyes. "The last time you said that, you spent every yen of your allowance..."
"Ehh, a girl's gotta eat you know!"
Tsubasa stood before them, baring her arms and spreading out her legs, forming an X with her body.
Koyume blinked. "Tsubasa-senpai?"
"Comrades!" Tsubasa pointed her index finger, yelling, "Evil energies have enlarged and engorged your soul's cages past the great beyond!"
Kaos's eyes spiraled. "I-I don't understand what Tsubasa-san's saying..."
"Oh, she's saying we're getting really fat, Kaos-chan," Koyume explained with a wave.
Kaos put her hands on her head. "Ahhh, I knew it! It's terrible and it's all my fault..."
"Nonono, you're fine!" Koyume hugged Kaos tightly into her bosom. Kaos's tummy squished into Koyume's own. Koyume's effortlessly overtook Kaos's. "Mmmm, see? You're just as huggable as ever!"
Kaos's head became buried between Koyume's boobs. "C-Can't... breathe...!"
The top of Kaos's head poked up between Koyume's boobs. Patting it, Koyume looked up at Tsubasa. "Umm, Tsubasa-senpai?" Upturning her eyebrows, she held up her index finger. "I think you got the wrong idea about all this!"
"Hm?" Tsubasa frowned. "I just want to join you three in your battle to lose weight. If you so desire, I shall act as your general and lead you to victory."
A bead of sweat dripped down Ruki's forehead. "W-We've already lost the battle, though."
"But it's not too late for the war!" Tsubasa declared, throwing her arm to the side dramatically.
Koyume's face went pale at the thought of dieting. "W-War..." She shook her head furiously. "No no, Tsubasa-senpai!" Koyume clenched her fists and pumped her arms.
Kaos gasped upon being free from Koyume's embrace. The mangaka backed up, eyes spinning. "Ababababa...."
Koyume declared, "Being fat is uh, really cool!"
Everyone stared at her, mouths slightly agape. "..."
Blushing, Koyume sputtered, "T-Think about it! All the strong guys in shonen manga are really big, right? It makes them intimidating!"
"Yes but, that's all muscle-"
"It doesn't have to be! Watch!" Koyume spun in a circle. Her belly and breasts wobbled like mad. "Special move!" Koyume then stomped her feet and thrust out her waist as far as it could go. It bounced and flailed like mad. Sweat dripping down her forehead, Koyume huffed, "S-See? Don't you think something like this could inflict a lot of damage to bad guys?"
Tsubasa rubbed her chin. "Hm. What do you call this special move?"
Koyume blinked. "Uhh... Belly Bomb?"
Silence.
"K-Koyume-chan," Ruki stuttered. "I appreciate the effort, but... Tsu-chan may be right. We should try to lose-"
"Fascinating," Tsubasa muttered.
"You're buying it?!"
"That was a cool attack in it's own way, Koyume," Tsubasa remarked with a smile. "I must learn more about these new techniques. To become the best shonen mangaka I can be!"
"Ehehehe," Koyume laughed. A blush dusting her cheeks, she gushed, "Tsubasa-senpai thought I was cool... Ahhh, I could just melt~"
"Come!" Tsubasa cried. Donning her eye patch and cape, she gestured to a nearby cafe. "To research!" She sped across the street and threw open the doors.
"Yaaay~! Coming!" Koyume cheered as she followed after.
Kaos reached out her arms, eyes still spinning from Koyume's earlier embrace. "W-Where is everyone? It's all a bluuur..."
Ruki grabbed Kaos's shoulders, stabilizing her. "Wah!"
Ruki smiled, turning up her eyebrows as she watched her dorm mates enter the cafe. "Seems we won't be winning the 'war,' as it were." Steering Kaos towards the cafe, Ruki whispered, "But it's nice to see Tsu-chan so excited."
"Huh?" Kaos looked up at Ruki. "Ruki-san, did you say something?"
Ruki smiled. "Oh, I just said, 'I think I'm feeling a little peckish after all.'"
⁂
Release the Size (Release the Spyce WG)
"Woooow, we're going so fast!"
The five Tsukikage members sped through the streets on motorcycles. Momo and Yuki shared a motorcycle, with Momo hugging Yuki's waist as she drove. Gazing at the back of Yuki's head, Momo's eyes sparkled. She wrapped her arms tighter around her Shisho with a smile.
Goe drove her motorcycle beside Yuki's. "How does it feel to be on your first mission, Momochi?"
"It's amazing!" Momo breathed. "B-But I'm a little nervous..." Momo upturned her eyebrows. "I don't want to cause trouble for anyone."
"Don't worry! You'll be fine. We're all here to back you up if you need us."
"Thanks, Goe-chan. I'll try to keep that in mind."
Goe upturned her eyebrows. "We're on a mission, Momochi. Everyone has to use their codenames now."
Momo clasped her hands over her mouth. "S-Sorry! Er, thank you, Goemon."
Yuki glanced over her shoulder at Momo. "..." Shifting her eyes back to the road in front of her, she ordered into her mouthpiece, "Tsubome, review the mission details."
"Understood." A voice echoed in all five of the spies' ears. "Your mission is to investigate a new catering business, El Gordo. The owner, McCooks-A-Lot, was observed meeting with a suspected member of Moryo this afternoon."
"Moryo," Momo whispered.
Mei pondered, "Let's see... This guy's new to Sorasaki, and yet one of the first things he does is meet with a member of the city's biggest crime syndicate. Yeah, totally nothing suspicious there!"
"On the surface, there really isn't anything strange about El Gordo," Hatsume continued over their earpieces. "That's why your mission tonight is to investigate beneath the surface: his office computer and the food."
Yuki explained without turning, "That's your assignment, Momochi. We'll be counting on your sensitive tongue to check if the food's been drugged."
Momo nodded. "Y-Yes, Shisho!"
Yuki looked up. "We've arrived."
The girls parked their motorcycles in an alley beside the catering business in question. Momo eyed the building. It had a large sign with unlit lightbulbs. The bulbs formed a large cake shape. In cursive, "EL GORDO" was written.
Momo turned around. "Shisho, how will- Whoa!"
Yuki pulled out a hookshot, and aimed it high. The hook flew out and embedded itself in the back of the sign. Mei, Fu, and Goe's hooks shots appeared next to it in a blur. The four girls began scaling the wall.
"Ah, ah, where's mine..." Fumbling, Momo pulled out her own hookshot and shot it at the roof.
Yuki peered over the edge of the roof, whispering, "Momochi, move faster. We have air vents to climb through after this. There's no time to waste."
A huge smile on her face, Momo whispered, "Air vents? Just like real spies...!" Nodding, she called, "Coming, Shisho!"
Momo exited the air vent, and found herself standing in the middle of the kitchen. The new recruit scanned the room, and her eyes stopped at the walk-in refrigerator door.
Yuki landed next to Momo, followed by the other three girls. "Good, everyone's here. Momochi, you're with me," Yuki ordered.
"Understood, Shisho!"
Yuki turned to the others. "Chiyome, Fuma, Goemon. You three locate McCooks-A-Lot's office and investigate his computer files. Alert us over the comms if you find anything out of place."
Mei saluted. "Roger!"
Yuki paused, glancing around the room. "Momochi?"
"Mmm, Shisho, you've got to try this!"
"Hm?"
Momo stepped out of the now open walk-in door, holding a bowl of icing in one hand. A bit of icing on her cheek, Momo called, "It's not weird-tasting at all. It's delicious! You guys should try it, too."
Yuki closed her eye and exhaled through her nose. "We didn't come here to have fun. We've got a mission to do."
"Oh, pssh." Mei waved her hand. "If it's got Momochi's tongue's seal of approval, then what's the harm?" Mei scooped up a bit from the bowl with her index finger and stuck it in her mouth. "Mm! You're right, that IS good!"
Mei stuck her licked finger right into Yuki's mouth. "Here, even you have to admit it, Hanzo."
"Nngh!" Yuki backed up, wiping the back of her hand across her lips.
Momo went bright red as her eyes widened. "E-Eh?! An indirect kiss??" Momo clenched her fists as little waterfalls poured from her eyes. "Uuuu, I'm so jealous...!"
Mei smirked. "Weeell? What's the verdict?"
Yuki grimaced. "It's too sweet."
"I-It's icing, though..."
"If Shisho likes it, then..." Fu swiped the bowl out of Momo's hands.
"Ah!"
After sticking her finger in, Fu licked it. "Hrmph. It's okay, I guess."
Goe walked up from behind her, following suit. "Really? I think it's pretty tasty..."
Momo smiled. "Right, right? If I didn't know any better, I'd say this is a great cater-Ow!"
Yuki karate chopped Momo's forehead. The new recruit held her head as Yuki scolded, "Enough. Stop distracting everyone. They have work to do."
"Uuuu, yes, Shisho..."
Mei upturned her eyebrows. "Well enjoy, Momochi. We'll be back in a bit, and then hopefully your first mission will end without incident."
Momo lowered her head, whispering, "I-I hope so, too..."
Mei, Fu, and Goe snuck out of the kitchen.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Mei sat in a computer chair in McCooks-A-Lot's office, using the laptop on his desk. Fu and Goe stood beside her, peering over her shoulder.
Mei's eyes scanned over the screen as she said, "It seems our friend McCooks-A-Lot rented out a warehouse recently."
Goe frowned. "Is he storing military puppets for Moryo...?"
Mei opened a new file, titled 'Chemical F.' "Maybe, but that can't be every-" Blinking a few times, Mei stared at the laptop screen. "Huh?"
Fu gripped the corner of the screen, eyes wide and eyebrows knit. "EHHH?!"
Resting against a wall, Yuki crossed her arms. "They're taking too long..."
"Shisho?" Momo shuffled out of the walk-in, a small frown on her face. "I had some more icing. And I... Think there's something weird in it after all."
Yuki knit her eyebrows. "'Think?'"
Momo poked the tips of her fingers together. "Ummm, it's really subtle, so I didn't taste it at first, but... I think there might be a bit of-"
Momo's hands were forced apart as her chest erupted outwards. The new recruit grew two cup sizes in just as many seconds. The string under her breasts snapped, falling to the ground. Her boobs pushed down her collar, showing off impressive cleavage.
Face blazing red, Momo sputtered, "A-A-A bit of something in it after all?!"
Yuki's eye widened as she uncrossed her arms. "Momochi?!"
Dots for eyes, Momo flailed her arms. Her breasts bounced up and down like mad. "Ahhh!" she cried. "S-Shisho, I don't think it's do-!"
As if to prove her right, her belly rocketed out, like a balloon that inflated instantaneously. Her newfound pot belly jiggled and wobbled. "D-D-Done..." Corners of her mouth trembling, Momo rested her hands on her stomach. It grew bigger and bigger, pressing itself against her hands. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped Momo's lips. Her belly never lost its round shape as it pushed outwards, until it rested halfway down her thighs- no, down to her knees. Squeezing her eyes shut, Momo rubbed the sides of her tummy. "*HuuURRp*, *euUURp!* Ohhhh..." Her cheeks burned crimson. The new recruit was too preoccupied with her belly to notice as the rest of her grew in tow. Her thighs inflated, hips flared out, and her arms grew enough flab to rip the tops of her gloves. And was that *shrrrrip!* sound the side of her skirt...?? It wouldn't of been a surprise; Momo was nearly wide enough to get stuck in doorframes now.
Yuki took a few steps towards her kouhai. "Momochi, what hap- Nngh!"
Closing her good eye, Yuki doubled over. Her breasts expanded, snapping the string under her chest as well. Yet her boobs didn't stop after two cup sizes; they kept growing larger and larger, until they split Yuki's top right down the middle. Each breast was the size of her head. Eyes wide, Momo clamped her hand to her face, holding back a gush of blood from her nose. Her Shisho's stomach expanded outwards a bit, forming a soft veil of flab over her once trim waist. Yuki's hips shot out, ripping the sides of her skirt to shreds. It fell down towards the ground, only to be held in place by her thighs swelling. Between humongous breasts and hips wide enough to get her stuck in doorways, Yuki had an impressive hourglass figure.
"Sexy," Momo muttered, eyes wide. She snapped her head up. "Eep!" Shaking her head like mad, she sputtered, "I-I mean, S-Shisho! What's going on!?"
"They got us!" Yuki spat. Straightening up, the girl dug her hand underneath one of her boobs and lifted it up. Heavier than a bag of potatoes. "Tsk..."
The two girls turned as they heard repeated pounding. The room vibrated. Pots hanging from the ceiling shook, clattering into one another.
"Grr, quit pushing!" Fu's voice echoed down the hall.
"S-Sorry, I don't mean to!"
"Hanzo! Momochiii! Don't-!"
Mei, Fu, and Goe stomped into the room in single file.
Huffing and puffing, Mei rested her hands on her knees. "Haaa... Haaa... Don't eat... Any more..."
Momo's eyes widened. "Y-You guys too?!"
Yuki frowned. "I was afraid of this."
Mei's breasts hadn't grown very much (just barely enough to push down her collar and show a hint of cleavage), but her belly was another story. Ovular as opposed to Momo's sphere of a tum, it hung over her skirt's waistband and rested against her thighs. Her hips expanded as well, leaving large rips down both sides of her skirt. Yet they weren't quite big enough to give her door trouble like Yuki's were. Due to Mei's new hefty arm flab, she had to pull off both of her gloves, leaving her bingo wings exposed in all their jiggly glory. Her cheeks had fattened quite a bit as well, a fact only made more obvious by her hair being up in a side ponytail.
Mei rubbed the back of her head, a cheesy grin on her face. "O-Oh... Guess our warning came a bit late, huh?"
Fu stomped her foot, sending her ample rear bouncing. "Their warning?! What about ours? Why didn't we get one?!"
Fu's disdain was understandable, for she gained substantially as well. Her new weight didn't do her small breasts any favors. However, the twin-tailed girl's stomach became a soft pot belly the size of a soccer ball. Her hips flared out to a comical extent compared to her tiny belly, forcing the girl to waddle around like a penguin. Each of her spherical butt cheeks were the size of yoga balls. She had no skirt on at all; it undoubtedly snapped against the force of her mighty rear. The girl's panties were completely ridden up within her butt crack, exposing the cellulite dotted across her rear. Her thighs had bloated too, offering her just enough support to heave her rump around. The twin-tailed girl had a hearty double chin framing her face.
"N-Now, now," Goe stammered, holding up her hands. "I'm sure if Momochi realized the icing was drugged, she would of told us."
Goe's breasts had grown a cup size, pushing apart her top and snapping the string under her chest. The girl's double rolled belly pushed outwards, resting halfway down her thighs. The top roll pushed up her breasts, making them look even bigger, and her bottom roll squished around her thighs.Fluffy love handles protruded out from her sides. They rested over the waistband of her skirt. While her hips had widened substantially, the girl's skirt managed to hold on somehow. Goe's thighs squished deeply against one another's flab, but they were almost completely hidden behind her apron of a belly. Blushing, Goe tugged on her top a bit. It didn't cover an inch of her belly, and the tug only succeeded in lowering her collar to show more cleavage.
Momo frowned. "Wait, the icing?" Momo looked between her comrades' chubby faces. "Then... This is all my fault?"
Yuki stared at Momo, frowning. Tearing her gaze away, Yuki spoke into her mouthpiece. "Tsubome. We're pulling out early." Momo stared at the floor, squeezing her pudgy fingers around her flabby arm. "We've run into unexpected trouble."
Hatsume fingered the fabric of Yuki's ripped uniform, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead. "I made these uniforms to be stab-resistant and bulletproof, but I never would have thought to make them... Fat-proof..."
Momo, Yuki, Mei, Fu, and Goe were all back in the Tsukikage underground base with the still thin Hatsume.
Hatsume let go of Yuki's clothes, and Yuki straightened up. Yuki's breasts wobbled. "This proves that-" She winced. Pulling the two halves of her top closer together, she continued, "McCooks-A-Lot IS planning something after all."
"Definitely," Hatsume concluded with a nod. "I did a little more research. It seems every customer who ate El Gordo's desserts also gained large amounts of weight instantaneously."
Goe frowned as she put her hand to her chest. "W-Why wouldn't that be on the news then? It doesn't make any sense for no one to be talking about this!"
"Exactly. That's how it escaped my notice before." Hatsume pushed up her glasses. "But I have a theory. What if the drugs in the food don't just increase weight, but also brainwash the customers into loving El Gordo? Here, look."
She held up her phone and scrolled through online reviews. Yuki, Mei, Fu, and Goe leaned forward. Momo stayed back.
"Goodness," Goe breathed. "They're all five stars."
"Notice anything off?" Hatsume questioned.
"Yeah, somehow all these guys conveniently left out one teensy weensy detail," Mei muttered with half closed eyes.
"Yes. None of them mention the side effects you're experiencing," Hatsume pointed out.
"'Side effects?!'" Fu roared. "You make it sound like we got some nausea or something." She smacked her butt, and it jiggled like mad. Each of her ass cheeks smacked against one another like a pendulum. Blushing furiously, Fu cried, "I'd take that to THIS thing any day! How am I supposed to sit anywhere?!"
Everyone backed up as Hatsume pocketed her phone. Yuki rubbed her chin. "Does this mean Moryo is experimenting with brainwashing drugs?"
Fu played with her ponytail. "Can't be. We're not under mind control and we had some of that stuff too." Scowling, Fu glanced to the side. "Believe me, I have ZERO interest in ever going back there again, let alone saying I love it."
Hatsume rubbed her chin. "You girls only tried El Gordo's icing, yes? Not one of his cakes? Perhaps he adds the mind control drug to the cake batter."
Momo raised her head. "I didn't have any cakes from the walk-in, so... That makes sense."
Hatsume smiled. "Oh, Momo-chan. You've been rather quiet. Everything all right?"
Momo smiled. "Y-Yeah! Why wouldn't it be?"
"Gee I wonder why," Fu jeered as she poked Momo's belly. Her finger sunk completely into the fluff.
"Eep!"
Yuki tried to cross her arms over her chest, but her arms just squished and smooshed into her boobs instead. "Tsk." She crossed her arms under her breasts, squishing them into her underboob. "Hatsume. What's our next move? We can't let this continue unpunished."
Hatsume pulled up a picture of a warehouse. "I think it prudent to investigate the warehouse Mei-chan saw on McCooks-A-Lot's laptop. He may be storing the drugs there. And if that's the case, then it's our duty as Tsukikage members to raid the warehouse and destroy those drugs."
"Understood." Yuki turned around. "Everyone, be ready to leave in a few minutes. We're ending this tonight." Yuki walked off without looking back.
The other girls followed, but Momo stayed behind.
"Ah, um," Momo sputtered.
"There better be an antidotes there too," Fu grumbled, still walking.
"Ehehe, why's that, Fu-chan?" Mei teased. "I think you're kinda cute as a big ol' butterball~"
"T-That's not funny!"
"I hope security's light," Goe muttered. "Even with Spyce, it'll be hard to fight like this..."
"Either way, we don't have a choice," Yuki declared.
Momo frowned, reaching out her hand as the other girls walked off. "A-Ah, Shisho, everyone, I..." Her voice trailed off. She lowered her head.
"Momo?" Yuki half turned around. "Did you say something?"
Momo poked the tips of her fingers together, eyebrows upturned as she smiled brightly. "O-Oh! I said, 'Let's go get them!' Mission start!"
RELEASE THE SPYCE
EPISODE EX:
RELEASE THE SIZE
A-PART END
EYE CATCH
RELEASE THE SPYCE
EPISODE EX:
RELEASE THE SIZE
B-PART START
EYE CATCH
"Momochi, are you certain you won't fall off?"
"Of course! ...Kind of..."
Momo, Yuki, Mei, Fu, and Goe hit the streets on their motorcycles once more. Momo and Yuki shared a motorcycle, except this time, it wasn't as easy a fit.
Momo's rear hung half off the motorcycle, left jiggling and vibrating from the bumps in the road. Her tummy squished deeply into Yuki's back, pancaking all around it. Frowning, Momo leaned forward, holding out her arms. "Mmph." She only succeeded in smooshing her belly deeper into her Shiho. Her belly flab squished into her own breasts.
Yuki wasn't faring much better. Her breasts were resting on top of the motorcycle handles. To steer, Yuki had to bury her hands under her boobs.
Momo frowned as she stared at the back of Yuki's head. "Shisho," she thought. "You worked so hard to train me for my first mission today. I won't make any more mistakes." Momo nodded. "I'm going to make you proud!"
*grrRRRROOOoowwwlll...*
Momo's face burned red. "Eeeeep..."
"Momochi," Yuki snapped, not bothering to turn her head. "A spy must learn how to control themselves. What if we were sneaking into an enemy encampment? You would of given us away just now."
"I-I'm sorry..." Momo rested her hands on the sides of her belly. "I can't help it!" she thought. "Ever since I had that icing, I feel like I haven't eaten in years! Ohhh, what I wouldn't give for a croquette or five from Moroboshi-san right now..."
Mei rode up beside them, her eyebrows upturned. "It's impressive how you find a way to turn everything into a lecture, Hanzo..."
Yuki glanced at Mei. "You too. You're way too laid back about all this."
"Oh would you look at that, we're here!" Mei cried, zipping ahead.
Yuki narrowed her eye. "..."
The girls pulled up behind a large warehouse. By the back of the warehouse sat stacks of unopened crates.
Everyone got off their motorcycles. Momo's creaked ominously as she heaved her ass of of it. "Hm?" Turning around, she gasped. "Eep!" There was a long crack running down the back of the motorcycle, right where she was sitting. Blushing, Momo tugged on the back of her skirt.
Fu eyed the warehouse roof. "Guess this is a job for our hookshots again."
"Eh?" Momo frowned . "I-I thought we would be using air vents..."
The new recruit's imagination took over.
"Momochi, I don't think this is going to work."
"Nonono, it's going great!" Yuki was halfway into an air vent. Her breasts and torso made it in, while her ample ass and thick thighs were hanging out. Momo placed her hands on Yuki's butt, squeezed it a bit (so soft~) and then shoved it repeatedly. Momo's hands sunk deeply into her cheeks, burying them up to her wrists. As she pushed and pushed, Shisho's cheeks jiggled repeatedly. Blood dripping from her nose, Momo gushed, "Give me another minute~"
In reality, waterfalls of tears ran down Momo's chubby cheeks. "Uuuuuu, I was so close..."
Fu jerked back, grimacing. "C-Close to what...?"
Yuki walked past Momo, and shot her hookshot at the roof. Mei, Goe, and Fu followed suit. Sniffing, Momo obliged. The flabby five began their ascent up the wall.
"A-Ah, everyone!" Hatsume cried through their earpieces. "I don't think that's going to-!"
*snap!*
Their strings snapped ones by one, and the girls sailed into the ground. Momo turned in mid-air, only to land on her flabby belly. It squished deeply into the pavement, spreading out underneath her. Momo's mouth flew open. "*bwooOORP!*"
Yuki landed on top of Momo's back. "Phooofff!" What little breath Momo had left flew out. Yuki's breasts wrapped around Momo's head. Momo could feel her Shisho's knee digging in-between Momo's flabby thighs...
"Momochi, are you all right?" Yuki asked, eye wide.
A blush crept up Momo's face. "Ehehehe, this is pretty good too..."
Yuki blinked, eyebrows furrowed. "M-Momochi...?"
Mei had landed right on top of Fu's ass. Grinning, Mei gave it a little pat. It rippled underneath her fingertips. "Ooo, nice save! Fuma's butt is MVP tonight!"
"Get off of me!!" Fu cried, her face blazing red.
Goe watched them on the side, holding her index finger up to her mouth. "Should I be jealous my Shisho isn't here or grateful...?"
After a few minutes, the Tsukikage spies erected a staircase out of crates leading to the roof. As Momo ascended behind the others, she thought, "Somehow this isn't how I pictured a spy raid would go..."
Momo clambered up to the roof. Yuki turned to everyone. "All right. Next we'll-"
*crack*
"Uhh... Shisho?"
*creeeeeak...*
"What is it, Momochi? We're short on time."
"You might want to look at our feet."
Blinking, everyone glanced down. There was a spiderweb of cracks spread underneath their boots.
Yuki's eye widened. "Fall back!"
But it was too late. The pavement caved in underneath them. The girls free fell through the air. Momo flailed her arms and legs, eyes wide. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted a table filled with papers. And surrounding that table...
Momo gulped.
The spies landed on their feet, one by one atop of the table. It too collapsed under their feet, sending papers flying into the air.
Momo whipped out her sword, backing up over the splintered remains of the table. "Shisho, are we really going to fight like this?!"
"A spy must be prepared to fight at any moment." Yuki drew her own blade. "Taking risks is part of the job description."
The girls were surrounded by a military puppets robots. Behind them stood several towers of crates.
"McCooks-A-Lot's gonna get it now!" Fu declared, pulling out her throwing stars.
Goe backed up, aiming her rifle. "We'll destroy these military puppets, and then his drugs will be the next to go!"
"Everyone," Hatsume cried through their earpieces. "It's time to Spyce things up!"
The girls cried, "Limiter removal!" and consumed their Spyces. They eye glowed as they held up their weapons.
Pointing a gun, Mei grinned. "Mission start!"
The robots charged forward, extending their arms. Momo knelt, squishing her tummy into her flabby thighs. She slashed her blade, cutting off the mechanical arms. As they hit the ground, Yuki dashed forward, her breasts bouncing with her every step. She slashed horizontally, cutting the two arm-less bots down the middle.
Fu jumped back, sending her butt jiggling. While in the air, she tossed countless throwing stars across the room. One by one, they beheaded the machines in rapid succession.
Three headless machines wandered towards Fu, reaching their arms out.
"Watch out!"
Goe fired off several rounds. The machines crashed to the ground. The black haired girl was lying on the ground, her double rolled belly splaying out under her.
Fu called, "Thanks!" as she tossed more throwing stars into the air.
Mei ran up beside Fu, and fired off round after round of bullet at the straggling machines. Momo and Yuki split up, finishing off the robots hit by bullets and throwing stars with swings of their swords.
Huffing and puffing, Momo slashed another machine down the middle. Her breasts bobbed in and out as sweat poured down her forehead. "Haaa... Ha... Shisho!" she called. "That's the last of them!"
Yuki pointed at the entrance. "No, we can't let our guard down!"
"Huh?"
The entrance's metal gate slowly rose.
Hatsume cried, "Everyone! McCooks-A-Lot is here! The military puppets must have alerted him wirelessly that you broke in."
The gate rose fully. A van sat outside. A fat man poked his head out the driver side window. He had a large, twirly moustache.
"That woman!" he shouted. "She said this was a risk free job..." He rolled up the window, and backed the van up. "Dammit all!"
The back of his van opened, and a flurry of military puppets shot out. The van sped off.
Goe ran forward, firing off rapid shots from her rifle. The backfire left her double rolls slapping into one another. "Go, go, go! I'll cover you!"
Fu stood next to Goe, chucking throwing star after throwing star. Every star she threw resulted in a wobble from her butt. "You can't let that fatso get away!"
Yuki and Mei nodded at each other. Yuki and Mei ran out the entrance as Yuki shouted, "Momochi, you stay here with the other apprentices!" After circling around to the back, Yuki and Mei hopped on their motorcycles then zipped off.
Momo stood by the entrance, looking around with wide eyes. Bullets whizzed ahead, and robots exploded around her. "W-What am I supposed to do?!" she cried.
Goe called, "Please destroy the drug crates, we'll keep the military puppets at bay!"
"But we can do that afterwards, right?"
Fu snapped, "It'll save us time!"
Momo lowered her head. "Save time...?" She clenched her fists. "Is that all I joined Tsukikage for? To cause problems and save time...?"
Goe looked over her shoulder as she reloaded her rifle. "Momochi?"
Momo raised her head, eyebrows knit. "..."
Whipping out her sword, she ran forward. A robot leaped out at her. She sliced it in half in mid air. Dashing around to the back of the warehouse as fast as her flabby legs could carry her, Momo called, "I'll rendezvous with you two here later!"
"Wait, Momochi!? Where are you going?!"
Momo hopped on Fu's motorcycle and sped off.
"Tsubome!"
Hatsume stuttered in Momo's earpiece. "Y-Yes, Momochi?"
"Where is McCooks-A-Lot headed now?!"
"He's going back to El Gordo! He may be trying to destroy evidence."
"I'm on my way!"
Momo slammed the accelerator. Buildings and street lamps zoomed past her in a blur. Momo's eyes scanned the streets. "There!"
McCooks-A-Lot was speeding down the street in his van. Yuki and Mei chased after him, a ways behind. They gripped their spare hookshots in one hand and the motorcycle handle in the other. Their hookshots were connected to the rear of his van. Parachutes were shot out of the backs of their motorcycles.
Momo zipped up next to Yuki. "Shisho!"
Yuki's eye widened as she did a double take. "Momochi!? What are you doing, leaving your post?"
"I'm being a spy." Momo sped past her Shisho. "And taking risks!!"
Momo zoomed in front of McCooks-A-Lot's van.
"The hell?!" he shouted. "She got a death wish or something?"
Momo whipped out a gun. She turned around. Aiming carefully, she shot out both of McCooks-A-Lot's tires.
Sparks flew as the wheels skidded across the street. The van swerved right and left as McCooks-A-Lot's eyes widened. "D-Dammit!"
"Momochi!" Yuki shouted.
McCooks-A-Lot threw open the van's driver side door and jumped out. The van surged forward, right towards Momo.
With a grunt, Momo rolled off of Fu's motorcycle. The van smashed into it. Momo tumbled across the pavement.
Holding her head, she looked around. "Nngh..." McCooks-A-Lot started running. "Oh no you don't!" Momo pulled out her hookshot. She shot it at his leg, and the string wrapped around it.
"Gah!"
He slammed into the ground. Momo ran up to him, her belly flailing every step. Throwing her rear out, Momo slammed her butt onto his stomach. "You're not going anywhere," Momo declared with a grin.
Yuki and Mei skidded their motorcycles to a stop. They ran up to Momo.
Yuki whipped out her gun and pointed it at McCooks-A-Lot, not sparing Momo a glance. "Talk. Who gave you those drugs? Is there an antidote? What's your motive here?"
He held up his arms. "I-I don't know who it was! She just told me that if I laced my food with her drugs, I'd make more money than I ever dreamed. I had no reason to say no... I was desperate for-"
"I didn't recall asking for your excuses." Yuki knelt down. The sudden motion sent a bounce through her breasts. "Answer me. Is there an antidote?"
"O-Only for that brainwashing thing! It's in the warehouse. But the weight stuff? That's permanent. She said it was to test other drugs' effectiveness or something. But that's all I know! You gotta believe-"
"Tsk." Yuki fired her gun once, and he stopped moving.
"Shisho!?"
Yuki lowed her gun. "It's just a memory wipe bullet."
"Phew..." Momo stood up off of him, patting her rear.
"Momochiiiii!"
Fu and Goe sped up to them, both riding on Goe's motorcycle.
Momo turned around with a smile. "Everyone! We got him!"
As Fu and Goe heaved themselves off the motorcycle, Mei ruffled Momo's hair. "Heh, 'we?' What're you saying? You're the one who got him, Momochi."
"Ehehe, you think so?"
Yuki lowered her head, frowning tightly. "..."
"That was crazy!" Fu shouted. "Running off like that? I didn't think you had it in you to make it in this line of work."
Mei asked, "What made you think of popping his tires?"
Momo poked the tips of her fingers together as she blushed. "W-Well, I..." She thought, "I can't tell them I thought of it because Shisho's and my combined weight almost popped her motorcycle's tires!!"
Momo upturned her eyebrows. "I just did what I had to. I... wanted to make things right with everyone. I made so many mistakes tonight."
Mei waved her hand dismissively. "Hey, hey, there's no need to worry. Apprentices are causing trouble for their Shishos. It's what they do. Why, just look at Fu here."
"Hey!"
Momo bowed, smooshing her stomach deeply into her thighs. "No, that's no excuse. I'm... I'm sorry! I couldn't say it before, but I'm sorry. It's all my fault we're stuck like this. It was such a careless mistake, and-"
"You're right," Yuki chided. "It was a mistake. A big mistake."
Momo squeezed her eyes shut.
Yuki walked up to her. Crossing her arms under her boobs, she barked, "But that's a minor mistake compared to that stunt you pulled." Shouting, Yuki declared, "Going in front of his van was dangerous. What if you missed your shot? You're a new recruit. It's not impossible you'd of missed even at such close range. And if you had, McCooks-A-Lot wouldn't have stopped his van to not hit you. You're his enemy." Yuki narrowed her eye. "He would have killed you, Momochi."
Momo frowned. "I'm sorry. I wanted to help you, but... Did I just cause trouble for everyone again?"
Yuki let out a small sigh. "Did I say that?"
"Huh?"
She hugged Momo's head to her breasts. The poor girl was buried between them. "You stopped a dangerous criminal from escaping, and we were able to get some answers out of him. Even if your methods need some work, you..." Yuki patted the bit of Momo's head that was exposed. "You did well. For a new recruit, that is."
Momo's eyes widened. A huge smile split her face. "Heh."
Yuki pulled Momo out by the shoulders, eye narrowed. "But you're still running fifty laps around Sorasaki with me tomorrow."
"F-FIFTY!?"
"And ten more every day for the next month."
"Uuuuuu, yes, Shisho..."
Just then, a sound pierced the air.
*grrrrRRROOOWWWWWLlllll...*
Blushing, Momo held up her index finger. "B-But before any running, can we get something to eat...?"
Yuki rested her hand on her hefty hip. "I suppose one cannot work on an empty stomach."
Goe smiled. "We never did celebrate your initiation into Tsukikage, did we, Momochi?"
Mei grinned. "Ooo, that's right! Time for a feast, then. Let's eat and eat until we can't eat anymore~!"
Hatsume chimed in over the earpieces. "The cafe Fuma works part-time for should still be open!"
Fu sputtered, "W-Who said you could invite them?" Blushing, she played with one of her ponytails and looked away. "B-But I guess it would be okay... Just this once."
Momo clapped. "Ahh, that sounds wonderful!"
Mei chirped, "That settles it, then!"
Mei hopped on her motorcycle, while Fu and Goe shared Goe's again. Yuki jerked her head at her own motorcycle. "Momochi, you can sit with me until we get a new motorcycle." Yuki blinked. "Momochi?"
Momo stared up at the crescent moon, smiling. "Dad," she thought. "I don't know if I'll ever manage to be a police officer like you, but for right now..." She held her hand up towards the moon. "I'm really glad I joined Tsukikage!" Knitting her eyebrows, Momo nodded. "And I promise, I'm going to make my Shisho proud of me."
Momo ran up towards Yuki, beaming. "Coming, Shisho~!"
During an unknown time, in an unknown place...
A woman in a risque kimono pet a small bird resting on her index finger. She stood in a dark room, the only light being from an array of monitors.
"So... Tsukikage managed to thwart that gullible catering business owner." Half closing her eyes, she smiled. "No matter. So long as Moryo continues to obtain information from the traitor, and we make use of our mercenaries..."
The woman threw her arms to the side. The bird flew off. Three shilouettes stood behind her. "Moryo will be unstoppable, and Sorasaki city will be ours!"
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Pudgy Magi Madoka (Madoka Magica WG)
"I... I want to become a magical girl. I want to be of use to you and Sayaka-chan. That is my wish."
Madoka followed Mami as they trekked through the black void that encompassed the Charlotte's Labyrinth. Witch Labyrinths were normally psychedelic wonderlands, yet this one was a black void. Doors floated in space, but they only led to more darkness. All sorts of medicine bottles drifted about, yet rather than medicine, each bottle held surgical tools. An unsettling silence pervaded the labyrinth.
Mami turned, wide eyed. "Kaname-san, you mean to throw away your wish?"
Madoka looked down at the ground, cheeks tinted red. "Um, that's not really my intention, but... I think I'd be happy just being a magical girl. Helping you and others. I don't need anything else, you know?"
Mami upturned her eyebrows as she smiled. "Well, I appreciate your sentiment— truly—but please, give it some more thought." Madoka nodded. Mami folded her hands behind her back and leaned forward. "I know! If you don't think of a wish by the time I defeat this Witch, then let's ask Kyubey for a giant cake!"
"C-Cake?!" Madoka's voice came out in a squeak.
"Yes. The biggest cake ever!" Mami threw her arms to the air.
"I can't become a magical girl for something like that!" Madoka cried.
"Hmm?" Mami intoned, smiling. "I thought you were happy just to become a magical girl?"
"Well, yes, but..."
Mami turned around, her skirt fluttering. Walking off with her hands folded behind her back, she called, "Then you'd best come up with a better wish, yes?"
Madoka rubbed the back of her head. "E-Ehehe, you're right."
"Trio Finale!!"
A gun three times the size of Mami fired off a large blast. As it's multicolored eyes widened, the snake-like Charlotte Witch became enveloped in light. The light faded, and in its place were tiny ashes drifting to the ground like snow. Mami reached her hand out. A Grief Seed landed in her palm.
"Amazing..." Madoka stared, wide eyed and gaping. To think Magical Girls were capable of such feats...!
Smiling, Mami turned around. Tapping the tip of the Grief Seed to her chin, Mami questioned, "Well, Kaname-san? This Witch is as good as defeated. So tell me, have you come up with a wish?"
Madoka gasped. "A-Ah!" Rubbing the back of her head, she averted her gaze. "I-I was so caught up in the fight, I completely forgot."
Mami laughed. "Ahaha, that's no good, Kaname-san. Magical Girls can't afford to be distracted on the battlefield. Even if they're just on the sidelines." Madoka nodded a few times. "It seems like your Magical Girl initiation party will be celebrated with a certain colossal confectionery."
At the thought of a "colossal confectionery," Madoka's stomach let out a tiny growl. "Eep!"
"Oh my, sounds like you don't disagree," Mami teased, holding her hand up to her mouth.
Blushing furiously, Madoka hugged her waist. "Um!" Biting her lip, she glanced up. "C-Can I... make an adjustment to the wish?"
"I-I'd like a cake any time I ask for it, of any kind and size! If, um, that's okay..."
Mami patted Madoka's shoulder, smiling. "What an adorable kouhai you are~"
"Uuuuu, I knew it was too weird after all..."
Kyubey flicked his tail, his never-blinking red eyes seeming devoid of all judgement. "Such a wish is unprecedented. Humans truly are an unpredictable, illogical race." Kyubey tilted his head. "But Madoka Kaname, you have great magic potential. The greatest magical potential I've ever witnessed. I'll grant any wish you ask."
"I-I can't zip up my skirt!"
Madoka tugged at the waistband of her skirt. It squished around her wide thighs, and refused to reach her hips. Whimpering, Madoka tugged at the zipper, but it didn't budge an inch.
"Ohh, how bad is it, Sayaka-chan? Is my belly covered? I can't see all of it..."
Sweating, Sayaka stared at her friend's gut. "Whoa..." It rode up her school sweater, leaving everything below her belly button exposed. It sagged over her skirt's waistband.
Flashing a smile, Sayaka sputtered, "O-Oh. Uhh, it's as covered as can be! No worries, no worries."
"That doesn't answer my question..."
*pop!*
"Uwah!" Madoka cried.
Upon taking off her school sweater, one of the buttons on the girl's school shirt flew right off. Her breasts wobbled upon their extra bit of breathing room. The heaps of fat sagged down, dragging apart the remaining buttons until the fabric formed large O shaped gaps between them.
Frowning, Madoka rubbed her hand on the underside on her breast. "A-Are they really that big...?"
Each one was approaching the size of a soccer ball.
"Kaname-chan, I don't know how to put this, but..." Hiding her mouth behind a clipboard, Satome-sensei requested, "Could you possibly try sitting on two chairs today? I don't think the school would be happy to provide another replacement."
Frowning, Madoka looked over her shoulder. Her sight was completely filled with her large rear. It rode up her skirt so much, the bottom halves of her spherical butt cheeks were exposed. Whimpering, Madoka tugged on her skirt's hem. "M-Mm..."
"Now, listen up, boys!" Satome-sensei cried as she turned to the class. "Don't ever become the kind of man who judges a girl for gaining a teensy bit of weight. And ESPECIALLY don't dump her over it, when-"
"Nngh...?"
Madoka wriggled around in her bed. "Why does it feel so... airy?"
Eyes widening, Madoka sat up straight. "Ah!" Her breasts jiggled from the sudden movement. The girl's stomach completely filled her lap. Swallowing hard, Madoka eyed her body. "I..." Her rear was seeping off the sides of her bed. "Can't fit in my bed?!"
"Mm, mmpphhh..." Madoka worked her jaw, her chubby cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. "Sho good." Icing smeared all over her face, her cheeks wobbled with her jaw's every movement. Throwing her head back a bit, the magical girl swallowed. Her triple chins flailed.
Frowning, Madoka peered forward. Atop her breasts sat an emplty plate. The plate was big enough to hold a large pizza. Pawing at the plate, the magical girl got a handful of crumbs between her sausage fingers. "Ah, already gone..." Madoka's eyes widened. "*bwoOOOORRRpp!*" Blushing furiously, Madoka put her hand to her mouth. Licking the icing off her lips behind her hand, she muttered, "E-Excuse me, *huuRRpp.*"
Not that anyone was there to hear it. The magical girl was alone in Mami's apartment, sitting by Mami's table on a large mat. Her were legs splayed out in a V.
It seemed like Madoka spent a lot of her time sitting around nowadays. For considering her weight, it'd of been difficult to imagine her wobbling about fighting Witches. Her breasts ballooned like crazy, each one the size of a yoga ball. The magical girl could hardly see a thing past their jiggling forms unless she pushed down on them with her hands. She couldn't see it, but her stomach inflated into a three roll beast. The top roll was the size of a mattress, and the lower rolls were each slightly larger than the last. Even when Madoka managed to heave herself onto her feet, the underside of the magical girl's belly would smoosh against the floor. Sayaka had to take up sewing just to get the girl some clothes that could fit her. Although Sayaka called herself a "supreme seamstress by day, and magical girl by night," she really just stitched bed sheets together. Nothing less than that could cover such a huge gut. Madoka's butt too, was massive. Nothing less than four chairs, each one arranged with their backs opposite to each other, could possibly hold her fluffy tush. Each cheek was as large as a beanbag.
"Madoka Kaname," a familiar voice called.
Madoka could feel something squirming around in her belly rolls. Blinking, Madoka tilted her head, smooshing her breasts down with her hands. "Kyubey?"
Kyubey crawled out from between Madoka's belly rolls. Flicking his tail, he hopped up to on top of the magical girl's cake plate. "Your desire was to become a magical girl to aid Mami and Sayaka Miki in their battles against Witches, yes?"
Madoka upturned her eyebrows. "M-Mm."
"Then this isn't what you should be doing right now. Your friends are out risking their lives to battle Witches. The Grief Seeds they gather are for your sake as well. Don't you want to help them?"
Madoka frowned, dimpling her chubby cheeks. "I... That's..."
"Kyu-bey," a voice called, accentuating every syllable of the Incubator's name. Jerking his head up, Kyubey hopped down off Madoka and landed on all fours.
"I told you, don't keep saying such things to Kaname-san."
Mami and Sayaka entered, a Grief Seed resting in Mami's hand.
Kyubey sat on his hind legs. "Mami. I was simply concerned for Madoka Kaname's well-being. What if something terrible were to happen with you someday? She would be completely helpless against the Witches. There'd be no way to clean her Soul Gem."
Mami sat down on a cushion next to her glass table, tucking her legs under her. "Well, thank you for the concern." Smiling, Mami puffed out her chest. "But I'm a Witch hunting veteran. No Witch will ever defeat me or my partner." Mami turned. "Isn't that right, Miki-sa-"
"Ahhh, Madoka! How's my wide wife~?"
"S-Sayaka-chan, please, don't call me that!"
"Ehehehe, but you're so fluffyyyy."
Sayaka had thrown the cake plate off her friend, and proceeded to glomp her. The blue-haired magical girl was lying atop her friend's breasts. Sayaka squished deeply into them, as though she were lying on a waterbed. Rubbing her thin cheek against Madoka's pudgy ones, she cooed, "Did you go and get even fatter while I was gone?"
Madoka sputtered, "W-Wha? No!"
Walking on her knees, Sayaka backed up, using her friend's tummy like a staircase. Kneeling in front of Madoka's belly she gave it a poke. It wobbled. "Hmmm? You sure?" Talking like a doting mother, Sayaka put a hand to her chest. "Ah, I remember back when you were a littler girl, Madoka."
Madoka upturned her eyebrows. "B-But we're the same age..."
"Back then, you could still fit in Mami-san's chairs. But then you had to switch to taking up her whole couch. And that didn't even last! Ahaha, your face when your butt blew off the arms of the couch was just too cu-"
Madoka flailed her arms, sending her belly rolls clapping into one another. "Ahhhh!! Sayaka-chan, please, stop!"
"Ehehe, sorry, sorry. You've just gotten so fun to tease, you know? So SOFThearted."
"Uuuuu."
"Now, now. I think that's enough of that for today."
Sayaka folded her hands behind her head and stood up. Taking long, deliberate steps away, she intoned, "Fiiiine."
"Kaname-san?" Mami held out her palm. "Would you mind handing me your Soul Gem?"
"O-Oh, right!" Madoka nodded, her triple chins smooshing. She reached her pudgy fingers into her cleavage. Pulling out her Soul Gem, she paused.
"This isn't what you should be doing right now. Your friends are out risking their lives to battle Witches. The Grief Seeds they gather are for your sake as well. Don't you want to help them?"
Madoka frowned. "I..."
Mami blinked. "Kaname-san? Something the matter?"
"I... I want to join you!" Madoka exclaimed, tucking the Soul Gem back between her breasts. "I want to fight in the next Witch hunt!"
Mami and Sayaka exchanged a wide eyed glance. Mami upturned her eyebrows, a tiny smile on her face as she turned back to Madoka. "Kaname-san... Forgive me for saying so, but you use a cart to walk, yes?"
Madoka blushed heavily. "Ummm... That's..."
Indeed, Madoka had taken up to placing a four-wheel cart underneath her tummy whenever she had to go out. School, shopping, even visiting Mami's apartment, she couldn't go anywhere without it.
"That's just... T-To make it easier. I can still fight!" Madoka pulled her arms back, mimicking a bow and arrow. Her bingo wings flailed, and she could barely reach across her breasts towards the 'string' of the 'bow.' "See?"
The blonde rested her hand on Madoka's belly, giving it a light pat. "Then if you're so confident, how about you walk out of this room without your cart? If you can do that, I'll consider it."
"Ehh?!"
"Hm? I thought you didn't need it?"
Sayaka grinned, then hid her mouth with her hand. "Ooo, this should be quite the sight."
Kyubey looked up at Madoka. "It's a good deal, isn't it? All you have to do is walk, and you can protect your friends. Fulfill your duty." Kyubey's emotionless eyes bore into her. "Fulfill your contract."
Madoka frowned. Took a deep breath. "Okay." Biting her lip, Madoka hoisted up her rear. "Nngh." The blubbery mass wobbled, fighting against the bedsheets-for-pants that constrained it. A few ripping sounds reached Madoka ears. But if she stopped now, the magical girl doubted she'd have the energy to try again. As she lifted up her butt, her tummy pushed into the floor. Further and further, until her fat spread out like a pancake. "Mmmmmphh!" Madoka's whole body trembled as she lifted her butt completely off the floor, even if only by an inch. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Breathing heavily, Madoka heaved up her right leg. It squished into her underbelly. The magical girl stomped her foot onto the floor, sending a rumble through the whole apartment. Squinting her eyes, Madoka forced up her other leg in the same manner, sending another shake through the floor. Both legs were pushed against her belly. Bent over, rear suspended in air, Madoka looked like she was about to sit down rather than stand up. Calves burning, Madoka let out a, "Ahh!" as she straightened her back. Her back rolls wobbled. She successfully stood up. "Haaaahhh, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh..." Madoka wheezed, sweat pouring down her face. She could really use a cake right now... Shaking her head, Madoka forced her right leg up, then slammed it back down on the floor in front of her. Or, she tried to.
"W-Whaa!"
Madoka stepped on her own underbelly flab. The magical girl tumbled forward. Her belly smacked into the ground, sending her other two rolls and breasts flailing. The apartment shook, sending Mami's teacups rattling. Madoka rested against her own body, now completely lying on the floor. "*bwoOOORRRppppp!* *HuuURRRRP!* Uuugh..." Panting, Madoka turned her head to the side and rested them on her breasts. "Haaah, haaaaah..." Gasping for breath, Madoka insisted, "I-I... can still... fight..."
Sayaka stared, wide eyed. "W-Whoa... I feel like I just experienced a 3.4 on the Richter Scale."
Mami patted Madoka on the shoulder. "Kaname-san, thank you for your dedication. But it's all right; you don't have to do anything." Mami tilted her head, smiling. "Just knowing that someone out there wants to help me in my fight fills me with joy."
Sayaka shook herself like a wet dog. Pumping her arms, she blurted, "R-Right! We can handle the Witches, Madoka. All you need to worry about is keeping the home warm for us when we get back."
"Mami-san, Sayaka-chan..."
Madoka lowered her head, her triple chins squishing outwards. "I... I'm not good at anything," she thinks. "I have no special talents, or any interesting hobbies. I thought I could change all that if I became a magical girl. But I've only become even more of a burden. At least..." Madoka looked at Mami and Sayaka. Mami smiled, and Sayaka flashed a cheesy grin. "That's what I used to think," Madoka thought. "But even if all I can do is be something warm and soft for my tired friends to return home to, then I couldn't be happier." Madoka smiled. "Every day, I'll flash them my dimpled smile and tell them welcome back.
"Thank you," Madoka whispered out loud.
"There's no need to thank us, Kaname-san." Turning around, Mami declared, "Now, then. How about some tea?"
"With plenty of cake on the side, of course!" Sayaka chirped.
"Ehehehe, I think I'd like that."
Kyubey wordlessly watched the exchange from the corner of the room. Then he turned around and wandered out through the creaked open front door.
Just outside the apartment, a black haired girl stood, hair billowing in the wind. Kyubey sat down at her feet.
"Akemi Homura," he began. "As much as Madoka Kaname's contradictory actions confuse me, I have many questions about you as well. How do you know so much about Witches? How did you become a Magical Girl? Why are you so fixated on Madoka Kaname? And..."
Homura peered through the creaked open door. "S-She sent tremors through the whole apartment..."
"Why... Does blood pour from your nostrils whenever you observe Madoka?"
⁂
Corpulent Friends (Kemono Friends WG)
"C-Could it be? New artifacts, after all this time?!"
Tsuchinoko scrambled up towards a half open wooden crate. Her feet crunched the grass underfoot, and the scorching desert sun overhead assailed her.
The snake slid her hands under the crate's lid, lifted it up, and placed it on the ground slowly. Heart racing, her wide eyes darted across the treasure within. "I thought there were only Japari coins in these ruins!"
Inside were assorted candies, still in their original packaging. Picking one up, Tsuchinoko scrutinized the fine print on the back. "Ohhh, is this their writing? Fascinating!"
"Hmmm? What's all this stuff?"
Sand Cat stood next to Tsuchinoko, head tilted to the side.
Tsuchinoko backed up, her arms pinwheeling. The candy fell to the ground. "AHHHH!! D-Don't sneak up on me like that!"
Sand Cat picked up the discarded candy by the corner of the packaging. Dangling it in front of her face, she muttered, "Is this food? It doesn't look like a Japari Bun..."
A tiny tear formed in the plastic wrap.
"Hm?"
Tsuchinoko grabbed her head, doubling over. "AHHH!! Stop, put it down! I'll have you know, that's a PRICELESS relic, and-"
"Ohhhh, there's something inside." Sand Cat ripped the tear even further, and an orange, spongy pastry fell onto the ground. Sand Cat laid flat on the ground, regarding it with another tilt of her head. "..." She gulped it down in one bite.
An indecipherable sound blasted out of Tsuchinoko's mouth as she clawed at her own face.
"Wooooow." Sand Cat stood up, fingering her lips. "It tastes so different from a Japari Bun."
Tsuchinoko ran up to Sand Cat. "Y-You IDIOT! Thinking its okay to eat relics... What goes through that empty head of yours to come to that conclusion?! Are you going to start eating Japari Coins now?"
"It was pretty good, though." Sand Cat walked up to the crate, seemingly deaf to Tsuchinoko dissatisfaction. "Is there even more in here?"
Tsuchinoko blinked. "Good? I-Is it? Maybe I could, ah, just... Have one teensy bite. For research, of course!"
Sand Cat picked up another candy. Tsuchinoko swiped it from her hands, tore it open, and threw it into her mouth. "Ohhhh! Delicious, no, incredible!" she exclaimed, a bit of drool seeping out of the corner of her mouth. "To think food from such a long time ago would taste so fresh!"
Sand Cat gave Tsuchinoko a blank stare. "Ehhh. Was it really THAT amazing?"
"Of course it is! Hurry, stop standing around and help me. We need to research all this food immediately."
Meanwhile, Crested Ibis's quiet voice spoke up in Alpaca's cafe. "Seconds, if you please."
"Yes, yes, anythin for one of my wonderful customers!" Smiling, Alpaca turned to a different table in the corner of her cafe. Little light reached there, obscuring the customer in shadow. "Should I prepare another batch for you, too?"
Shoebill looked up, her dead eyes boring into Alpaca. The girl gave a light nod, cheeks tinted red.
Lost in thought, Alpaca placed a collection of coriander, turmeric, and cumin spices on the counter.
Shoebill, like many others before her, came a long way to the Mountain Area to get a taste of Alpaca's now famous curry. After Kaban and Serval left, Alpaca's business bolstered significantly. Wishing to serve her loyal customers something more than just tea, Alpaca enlisted help from Eurasian Eagle Owl and Northern White Owl. They taught her to cook the same curry Kaban and Serval had made. Once Alpaca began to serve it in her cafe, customers came in one after another, curious to try this new food for themselves. It seems even when they weren't there, Kaban and Serval were always helping Alpaca out.
And, as a result...
Alpaca furrowed her brows as she chopped a carrot. "Gosh... They're startin to look more like Friends from the Arctic Area with that new layer of blubber on em."
Crested Ibis's chest remained as flat as before, but her belly began to protrude against her shirt as though she were five months pregnant. The buttons had creases around them. Tiny love handles began to peek out from the undersides of the shirt, resting over her skirt's waistband. Said skirt had become tight around her thickened thighs. Due to her tight leggings, her thighs' curves were emphasized. Her plush rear lifted up the back of her skirt a bit, revealing glimpses of her behind.
Shoebill, too, had gone through similar changes. Each of her breasts were the size of soccer balls. They wrapped around her tie, burying it deep within her cleavage. The top button of the Friend's shirt had to be left undone to give room for them. Her breast pockets were woefully warped around her boobs. Her stomach had a bit of padding added to it, pushing against her belt. Yet her hips had grown considerably by comparison, as they were wide enough to hang off the edges of a cafe chair.
Eyes enamored by the engorged forms of her customers, Alpaca failed to notice her own gain. Her breasts plumped up a bit, forcing down the collar of her sweater. Her stomach stuck out even farther than Crested Ibis's, forcing up her sweater's hem. The Friend's bottom ballooned, leaving her ball of a tail partially buried between her cheeks. Even her cheeks fluffed up a bit.
"Maybe I should say somethin?" she thought. Peering over the counter, she snuck glances at them. Hands folded across her belly, Crested Ibis smiled as she leaned back in her chair with an ominous creak. Shoebill's fierce gaze seemingly burned holes into the empty plate of curry in front of her.
"Well," Alpaca reasoned, puffing out her chest a bit. "If folks love my cafe so much, then it's no problem if they pack on a couple of pounds for the winter~"
Smiling, Alpaca circled around the counter. "Here, let me get those dishes for you~" She was so happy, she failed to notice her belly and rear bouncing up and down every step.
"Mmphh, *smack*, Sand Cat, gimme more, now! I'm running low."
"Ehhh, haven't you had enough? It all tastes the same, anyway."
"W-What are you talking about?! My research is NEVER done!!"
Tsuchinoko must have been doing a lot of research lately, for she had grown by leaps and bounds. Her once flat chest now outshined Shoebill's breasts. Each one was the size of her head. The zipper on her hoodie had been pulled down several inches, showing her cleavage. The Friend's stomach grew into two rolls. The bottom of her hoodie wrapped around and under her first roll, while the second one was left exposed to the elements. It drooped halfway down her thighs. Her hips had enlarged as well, each one taking on a round shape. With her hoodie forced up by her belly, her hips were left bare. Same for her flabby thighs. Cellulite dotted the tops of them. Her now chubby cheeks pushed against the rim of her hood.
Sand Cat was looking similar. For while her breasts didn't grow, her belly had ballooned until it was larger than a pregnant woman's at full term. Her skirt normally was pulled up to right under her breasts, but with this newfound fluff, her skirt had to rest down at her waist. Even then, her fluffy, double-rolled love handles drooped off the sides. The edges of her skirt were pushed to their limit, what with her humongous hips pushing against them. They took on a comedic "C" shape pushing out from her frame. Her thighs had rounded out, curving down from her hips and into her knees.
Sand Cat put her hands on another crate of human candies, and pushed them towards Tsuchinoko. "Nnngh." Her belly squished against the edge of the crate, doing most of the work for her. Every step she took, her thighs jiggled like mad.
Tsuchinoko's eyes lit up, and a bit of drool seeped out of the side of her mouth as she eyed the crate. "Oooooh, it looks like a big one!" Stepping over piles of candy wrappers, the lower of the Friend's belly rolls slapped against her thighs as she walked up to it. She tore off the lid.
As Tsuchinoko chubby fingers fumbled at the packaging, Sand Cat tilted her head and stared off into space. "Ehh. Is it all that exciting? It's boring just sitting around and eating all day."
"Mmphh, phat phar phoo phaying?!" Tsuchinoko swallowed, and pointed at her companion. "They're as delicious as ever. In fact, I think you need to go find more artifacts. And food too, of course."
Sand Cat knelt down on the sand, resting her chubby cheek on the crate. "But my curiosity is staaaateeeeeed..."
Tsuchinoko rested her hands on her huge hips. "Tsk, tsk. It's too soon to say that!"
"Hmmm?"
"What if you find a different kind of food?"
"Ohhh..." Sand Cat began wagging her tail a bit. Her ears twitched.
"What would it taste like? Look like? Doesn't that get you curious?!"
Sand Cat stood up, her belly bouncing a bit. "Well, I guess I'm a little curious."
"Then hurry up and find me some already! Errr, n-no, find US some."
"Okaaaay~"
"I am searching for friends. Where are you, friends? My friends, I am searching for you. Oh, friends..."
Alpaca's eye twitched. "Maybe I shoulda said somethin after all..." Crested Ibis's immense hips were cemented in the cafe doorframe. Again.
It was little wonder why. Crested Ibis had grown by leaps and bounds. Her chest took on a little padding, and her spherical belly drooped all the way down to her knees. This pushed up her shirt all the way, making it look like an oversized bra for her undersized breasts. Every button that used to contain her waist had long since popped off, scattered across the floor of the cafe. She'd of picked them up if she could, but if she tried, her belly would just squish around her thighs. Said thighs were even thicker, smooshing into one another and forcing up the sides of her skirt. As for the back, her bulbous rear flipped the skirt up. It drooped all the way down to the back of her knees. The Friend's tail could hardly move anymore, now wedged too deep within her butt cheeks.
Yet Shoebill was bigger. Each of her breasts were the size of yoga balls, and by now, her breast pockets were warped to such a comedic extent that they were unrecognizable. Said boobs forced the top of her shirt down, revealing deep cleavage. They drooped down and over her waist, obscuring her belly from sight. Her hips too, had ballooned to the point of needing two chairs to sit on. It wouldn't be long before she bashfully asked for a third. The sides of her shorts were starting to tear. Alpaca would have wondered what the back of her shorts looked like, yet ever since Shoebill couldn't fit out the door sideways, she's remained seated 24/7. The backs of the chairs blocked what doubtlessly was a lovely view of a woefully torn up pair of shorts.
Alpaca failed to realize that her own body wasn't much different from that of her customers. Each of her breasts were as big as her head. Her belly grew as well, forcing up her sweater to just above her belly button. Her belly now rested halfway down her thighs. Said thighs had thickened enough to rub against one another every step she took. The Friend's butt was even bigger, now completely hiding her tail within a sea of bulbous blubber. Her shorts had begun to tear, but considering the sizes of her customers, neither of them had the heart to point that out.
"Ah, my dear friend," Crested Ibis called, looking over her shoulder at Alpaca. "Could you please lend me a hand? I'll gladly sing more for you in return."
"No, that's quite all right!" Alpaca blurted. Even after Kaban's singing lesson, Crested Ibis's grating singing would scare away customers. Huffing a bit, Alpaca waddled over to Crested Ibis. Wordlessly, Crested Ibis reached her arms out behind her, bingo wings wobbling. Alpaca grabbed on to both of her hands, and began tugging backwards repeatedly.
"Grrr, this is as hard as pullin a Rhino Friend through a swamp!"
Alpaca's belly undulated with her every tug, to say nothing of Crested Ibis's wobbling rear. Her two butt cheeks smacked each other repeatedly, sounding like an audience clapping.
With a final grunt, Crested Ibis's hips slid out. "Wah!" Alpaca backed up, tripping over her own two feet. Sitting down, her butt hit the floor with violent jiggling. Crested Ibis followed, her rear landing squarely on Alpaca's stomach. "O-Ooof!" Alpaca was forced to lie down, back to the floor. Her back fat smooshed into it, seeping out from under her frame like a pancake. As Alpaca looked up, the only thing she could see was Crested Ibis's bright red butt cheeks.
Alpaca's cheeks burned even redder. It wasn't a disagreeable sight. The Friend's belly felt like the Japari Bus was on her gut, and yet, a warm tingly sensation in her chest overpowered any discomfort.
"Ohhh, thank you so much, my friend," Crested Ibis breathed. With a grunt, she hoisted herself up. A little too soon, if you asked Alpaca. "Well, since I'm stuck here..." Crested Ibis held up one finger and smiled. "I'd like another batch of curry. No, two please."
"I-I..." Shoebill spoke up. "I would like three. Um, if you can. Sorry for the trouble."
Alpaca exhaled, wiping the sweat off her brow . "All right, sure thing! Would you like anythin to drink, too?"
"No, thank you."
Shoebill shook her head.
Alpaca half closed her eyes. It seemed like no one wanted anything to drink lately. As Alpaca pulled out the carrots to make another batch of carrots, she found herself absentmindedly shoving one in her mouth. Two. Three. She didn't even pause to chew until the fourth one entered her mouth. The ends of the four stuck out of her mouth as she chewed. Fluttery feeling from when Crested Ibis's butt smothered her returning, Alpaca thought, "Once I'm done their orders and I close up shop for the day, I'll get to eat all the leftover ingredients again. Carrots, potatoes, onions... Mm, maybe a few Japari Buns for good measure."
*grrrrRROOOWWWwwwllll...*
Her stomach let out a grumble loud enough to be mistaken for a lion Friend's roar. Swallowing, she patted her tummy and muttered to it, "Just settle down, I'll feed ya after I feed my customers."
Smiling, Alpaca looked up at her customers. Crested Ibis repeatedly sat down on a chair, but she kept pushing the chair away due to the size of her staggering butt. Maybe she'd need two chairs too. Alpaca blushed. As for Shoebill, the bird let out a sigh and leaned back in her double seat. They creaked loudly. Oh boy. Perhaps Shoebill would need to skip three and just go to four chairs. The thought left Alpaca's heart pounding.
It was a crazy thought.
And yet.
Alpaca smiled. The cafe's still as fun to run as ever, even if her customers were big enough eaters to eat several tables worth of food. Well, if Alpaca was being completely honest with herself, perhaps that made it even more fun.
"Tsuchinokoooo," Sand Cat called. "Haaah, haaaaaaah... I found more."
"Mmpff?!" Tsuchinoko raised her head, two candies sticking out of her mouth. On top of her breasts, belly, rear, and even her love handles were countless empty wrappers. Tsuchinoko stirred, leaning forward. The motion sent some of the wrappers tumbling to the ground. Swallowing, she cried, "Ah, what are you waiting for?! Feed them to me!"
"I'm going as fast as I caaan," Sand Cat whined.
The Friend was pushing three crates simultaneously, a rather wide load. Fortunately, she had the help of her own wide load, her rear. She had turned herself around and was pushing her butt into the crates to shove them forward. Her butt squished and congealed around them, the fat seeping over the tops of the crates and around their sides.
It was a wonder the Friend could even move. For Sand Cat's breasts had each grown to be as large as Crested Ibis's. Her shirt had been completely ridden up by her belly, wrapping under her breasts. Yet her boobs had torn the shirt in half. Her round belly drooped all the way down to her feet. Fluffy, triple layered love handles spilled out her sides, resting on her hips. Speaking of her hips, forget Alpaca's cafe door, they were wide enough to give double doors trouble. Her butt sagged all the way down to her feet. Between her belly and butt, her legs were surrounded her legs in a sea of fat, rendering them invisible.
Even with how large Sand Cat had become, Tsuchinoko was somehow even larger. Each of her breasts were as big as Shoebill's. They rested on her belly. Yet with her stomach as large as it was, her breasts were elevated so far that Tsuchinoko could hardly see past them. Her hoodie couldn't even make it halfway over her breasts, leaving the rest of her body exposed. Forget double rolled, her belly was now had more folds than an accordion. It stuck out in front of her farther than she was tall. It rested on the floor, pinning her to the ground. Her rear had grown too, but unlike Sand Cat, it rested halfway down her calves. Doubtlessly her legs were fat as well, but with her stomach and butt in the way, it was impossible to check. Her chubby cheeks had grown large enough to form dimples around her mouth and eyes. She even had a triple chin.
Sand Cat huffed as she hoisted herself off the crates. The motion sent her butt undulating. "Is this enough food?" she called, squinting to see Tsuchinoko's head past her gigantic breasts and belly.
"Tsk. Enough? Food artifacts are the best kind of artifact! How could there ever be enough?"
*grrrRRROOoooowwwllll...*
Sand Cat rested her hand on the top of her belly. "Well, I guess I don't disagree." Rubbing her belly, she added, "My belly's been really curious about them lately."
"Well, duh. Why wouldn't it be? Now hurry up and climb me. And bring a lot of them this time!"
Sand Cat popped open the lids to the crates, then grabbed an armful of candy packages. Some of them spilling out her arms, she waddled around. Her belly flapped up and down as her legs smacked into the back of it. Her butt cheeks wobbled like mad, and her love handles undulated, hitting into one another. Grunting, Sand Cat took her first step onto Tsuchinoko's belly. It felt like she was standing on a water bed. Sand Cat could hear it gurgling and churning, both digesting its last meal and starving for more. Using her rolls like a staircase, Sand Cat ascended her friend. Was it just her, or did the walk seem longer every time?
"Mmmph." Sand Cat's butt smooshed and rubbed up against Tsuchinoko's belly as she walked. As for her belly...
"Tsuchinoko."
"What is it?!"
"I'm stuck."
Sand Cat's belly smooshed into Tsuchinoko's breasts. Her stomach wrapped around them. The Friend wriggled, but that only succeeded in sending the two's seas of fat into a rippling fit.
"*bwooOOORrrppp.*" Sand Cat blinked as she patted the top of her stomach."Oof."
"Bah!" Tsuchinoko waved her hand, sending her bingo wings flailing. "Details, details. Just throw them into my mouth from there."
"Ehhh?"
"Don't complain. I'll let you eat some too if you do. I guess."
Sand Cat's eyes lit up. "Ohh? Okay then!"
The two gorged themselves on candy yet again, not seeming to consider the fact that at this rate, it wouldn't be long before even their throwing strategy failed to work.
"Ohhh? What's that delicious smell?"
"S-Serval-chan, wait up!"
Alpaca looked over as the door to her cafe opened. Serval bounded in, nose upturned and eyes closed as she sniffed a few times.
Bowing her head a bit, Kaban stuttered, "E-Excuse us..."
"Ohh, gosh, it's you two!" Alpaca exclaimed.
Even without the aid of Alpaca's curry, the duo had begun to put on weight. Kaban now had a small tummy that pushed against her shirt. The shirt rode up a bit, revealing some of her underbelly. Said tummy hung over her shorts' waistband. Those shorts were a lot more cramped now, for her thighs had plumped up enough to completely fill them.
Serval looked similarly sizeable. Her breasts had ballooned, each one the size of a soccer ball. Her skirt remained pulled up to the base of her breasts, elevating them slightly and emphasizing their size in the process. While her tummy hadn't taken on much weight, the belt around her skirt's waistband was looking liable to snap. Her hips had grown enough to fill the skirt, and its strings along the middle were pulled taut.
"Sugoiii! You started serving food, too?" Serval bounced up to the counter, breasts flailing about. Leaning her face into a tray of curry on top of it, she gushed, "What's this called again? It looks good!"
"Do ya want me to make ya some?" Alpaca asked. "Oh no, don't tell me you're here about that battery thingy again."
Kaban blinked a few times, wide eyes glued to Alpaca's superfluous stomach. Snapping her head up, she sputtered, "U-Uh, no! We just wanted to see how business was-"
"Yes! I'll take one!"
"Ehhh?" Kaban cried. "I thought this was supposed to be a pit stop?"
"Aww, but don't you think it'd be fun to eat this with everyone?" Serval threw her arms to the side, beaming. "Fun food with fun sized Friends!"
Kaban looked between the blubbery forms of Alpaca, Crested Ibis, and Shoebill, face flushed. "Fun sized?! D-Don't be rude..."
Alpaca waved her hand. "Oh don't go worrying yourself about that. We're all just preparing for winter early this year. So what do ya say? I'll throw in some tea with your curry, too. What kind would ya like? Oh, and why stop at one tray? Most of my customers have several at a time!"
Kaban held up her hands. "All right, all right, if you insist. I'll have some. But we can't stay for too long, okay?"
Serval clapped her hands. "Yay! This is going to be so much fun~"
"Serval-san? Could you take another two trays out to that bus thingy?"
"Sure can~!"
Serval pounded up to the counter of the cafe, shaking the whole building with her every step. It was little wonder why, for the Friend was beginning to look right at home with the cafe's corpulent clientele. Serval's breasts were even larger than exercise balls. They drooped down slightly past her waistline. The Friend's bow tie was buried somewhere between her cleavage. Her shirt had a few rips and tears down the middle, doubtlessly from all the bouncing her breasts did with the Friend's every step. Her hips, too, had grown leaps and bounds. They tore at the sides of her skirt and extended outwards far enough that the cafe door gave her trouble. Even when she turned sideways. Her short hair only seemed to make her chubby cheeks seem even bigger.
Kaban shook her head as she watched her friend. "Where does Serval-chan get all that energy?" she thought. Kaban leaned back in her seat, resting her hands on her belly with a small sigh. It was little wonder she didn't seem eager to move. Kaban wasn't looking any smaller. Her breasts plumped up to the size of volleyballs, tugging down the collar of her shirt enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. Yet they were far outshined by her lower half. Kaban's belly became large enough to rest on her knees when standing. Even now, sitting down, it completely filled and surpassed her lap. It squished into the side of the table, pushing it hopelessly out of reach. The girl's shirt rested on the top of her stomach rather than over it. Her shorts didn't fair much better. Rips dotted the sides of them, overburdened by thighs that were each as thick as the seat of a chair. Her hips didn't quite reach Serval's level, but she certainly wasn't getting out of that cafe door without turning sideways.
Grabbing two trays of curry, Serval smiled. "Mmm, they smell as delicious as ever~ I hope the Friend who eats them likes them!"
Alpaca tilted her head with a smile. "Me too, me too! Even if I don't see them eating it, I want all my customers to enjoy my food. Thanks for all your help."
Serval grinned. "Don't thank me, thank Kaban-chan! This was all her idea." Turning sideways, she waddled out the door, wagging her tail. "Hmm, hmm, hmm~"
Alpaca bowed a bit at Kaban. "Yes, yes, thank you so much! Now people all across Japari Park can enjoy my food."
"D-Don't mention it." Face flushed, Kaban scratched her chin and avoided Alpaca's gaze. "When Serval-chan and I first found the Japari Bus, we never thought we'd be using it as a delivery truck for your curry... But Boss can drive the Bus back and forth to the cafe, and everyone seems to be enjoying it. So it's really no trouble."
"Still, because of you my little ol cafe's services have reached so many folks. Thank you!"
"Kaban-chaaaan," Serval interrupted. She turned sideways and squeezed through the doorframe. As she did, her breasts and ass slid against the frame, squishing around it. "Boss still won't listen to me. You need to tell him where to deliver the curry again."
"A-Again?" Kaban looked down at her belly. Between her stomach being smooshed into the table and humongous thighs pinning her down to the chair, the mere thought of moving caused sweat beads to appear on her forehead. "Umm, maybe... Later..."
Serval put her hands on her hips. "Kaban-chan, you get tired too fast. You need more energy!" Serval laughed a bit. "You're acting like a Sloth Friend!"
Kaban blushed. Well, she couldn't deny it. Considering that she reinforced all the cafe chairs by tying thick sticks and ropes to the legs, everyone in the cafe seemed as slow moving as a sloth. Glancing at Shoebill and Crested Ibis, Kaban wondered if their chairs would need further reinforcement soon.
Grunting, Kaban leaned forward, pushing the table away from her with her belly. "Ooof. Serval-chan?" Kaban hoisted herself up off the chair. The cafe shook as her feet hit the floor. "Ahh..." Wiping the sweat off her brow, Kaban announced, "I think it's time we get going. We gotta find another lead on where to find all the Human Friends."
"Awww!" Serval pouted. "I want to eat and play more at the cafe!"
"Oh? Leaving so soon?"
Alpaca bounded up to them (a little too quickly), arms full of carrots. "Here, here! For two of my best customers."
Kaban took the carrots into her arms. "Thank you. I'm sorry this is so sudden, we just don't want the trail to go cold."
"Oh no, oh no, I understand. It'll just be a shame to see ya go. Remember, ya can only have my delicious curry here. Nowhere else! It's sad to think you'll be eating nothing but Japari Buns everywhere ya go... You'll get so hungry."
*grrrrrrrroooooOOOOOWWWwwwwlllll...*
A low, deep growl emanated from Kaban's stomach.
"Oooooo," Serval cooed, poking at Kaban's belly. "You're still hungry after all! See, see? We can't go just yet!"
Kaban put a few carrots into her mouth. "Mmm..." Swallowing, Kaban upturned her eyebrows. "Ahhh, okay. Serval-chan, can you help me sit down?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Serval cried, pounding towards an empty table.
Kaban blushed. "And, umm, Alpaca-san?"
"Yes?" Alpaca raised her head, a mischievous smile on her face.
"I, um, think I'd like another batch of that curry, too."
"Coming right up~"
"And Serval-chan? Could you f-feed it to me? When it's done."
Serval plopped a chair behind Kaban. "Wooow, really? Sure! That sounds like fun~"
Letting out a big sigh, Kaban sat herself down on the chair. It creaked loudly as she leaned back. Her thighs overflowed both sides of it, to the point Kaban looked more like she was squatting in front of a chair rather than sitting on it.
"Maybe we don't need to be in a rush to leave..." A smile on her face as she watched Alpaca scramble to make more curry, Kaban muttered, "I'll worry about it tomorrow."
⁂
Sword Art Onlard (SAO WG)
"Daddy!" Yui flew up to beside Kirito's ear. "Ymir is about to stomp it's right foot in five seconds!"
Kirito, Asuna, Sinon, Leafa, Silica, and Liz were playing ALO together. The six were in the final floor of an underground ruin dungeon, and before them stood a golem named Ymir. It stood ten times their height, and had fists the size of boulders.
The room was completely made of gray stone slabs.
"Thank you, Yui. Everyone!" Kirito threw his arm behind him as he ran up to Asuna and Sinon, who stood in the back of the room. "Back up as quickly as you can!"
Leafa jumped backwards, calling, "Lucky for us, we can move as fast as we want in the virtual world!"
Silica nodded, blushing as she ran to the back of the room. "I-I can't imagine trying to move like this outside the game."
Liz scoffed as she trailed after Silica, "I don't even WANT to imagine that!"
It was no wonder the girls were thankful to be in the virtual world. Their weight had increased by leaps and bounds, rendering such athleticism a feat they could only accomplish in a VRMMO.
Asuna especially had grown. Her double rolled belly drooped down to her ankles. The belt around her clothes was buried deep between the rolls, never to be seen again. Her dress only barely managed to cover her first roll, leaving her second roll completely exposed. Fortunately, since her stomach drooped low enough to keep her decency. Her rear, however, was another story. The two beach-ball-sized orbs pushed against the back of her coat, elevating it so high, one could make up the lower thirds of her butt cheeks. Hearty chubby cheeks brushed up against her long bangs.
Sinon wasn't too far behind. Her breasts were each the size of her head, pushing down her collar even lower. The lines across her shirt only emphasized the curves. Her stomach, an ovular, fluffy mass, drooped down to rest on her knees. It pushed up her shirt, forcing it to rest just above her belly button. Her thighs had grown as well, pushing out the large feathers sprouting out from her shirt. The feathers rested around her thighs and hips, complementing her curves. In the back, her butt elevated the feathers substantially. They'd occasionally reveal glimpses of her skirt underneath. Her double chin brushed up against the scarf wrapped around her neck.
Leafa had grown as well. Each of her breasts were almost size of yoga balls, and the orbs drooped down to her waist. They pushed down her collar enough to reveal deeper cleavage than before. Somewhere behind her boobs, she had a fluffy belly that pushed her belt taught. Her rear had grown significantly as well. While it didn't reach Asuna's size, it protruded out from her back to a comical extent. It pushed up her long dress so far, the hem rested level with her thighs rather than the middle of her calves.
Silica's weight wasn't quite at their level, but she was still a far cry from her usual petite self. Her breasts took on negligible padding. Yet they were smooshed tightly within armor that was clearly intended for a flat girl. Her round stomach pushed out from under said armor, and rested halfway down her thighs. Tiny love handles sprouted out of the sides of her armor. The back of her skirt was pulled taught by a fluffy butt. Said butt elevated the back of her coat as well. Flabby thighs pushed against the sides of her coat, emphasizing her curves.
Liz was similar in size to Silica. Her chest, however, had grown a bit more. They pushed down her armor, allowing cleavage to peek out the top. A fluffy, ovular stomach stuck out from her waist, pushing up her shirt and lowering her belt. Thickened thighs rubbed against each other every step as she ran. Her rear grew as well, pushing up her belt. Fighting against a gut in the front and a butt in the back, the belt was slanted at an angle. It was tucked behind her belly at her waist, but hiding above her rear, obscured by a back roll.
The girls gathered behind Kirito. Ymir lifted his right leg as Yui counted, "Ymir's attacking in three! Two! One!"
Ymir smashed its foot into the ground. "Zero!" Stone slabs flew at the players. Kirito jumped up and slashed his two swords in succession, cutting a slab apart. Silica slashed her sword vertically, sending a hearty bounce through her belly. The two cut halves of the slab hit the wall behind her. Asuna shot out her arm, causing her bingo wings to wobble. An invisible shield blocked the slab. It crumbled on impact.
Asuna waved her wand and chanted an incantation. The whole party was bathed in a blue light. "Kirito-kun!" Asuna called. "I'm running low on MP. I can't afford many more party healing spells."
"We can't keep this up forever, then." Kirito looked over his shoulder. "Yui, at the start of the fight you said if we press the switch on the back of its neck, it'll crumble on the spot?"
"Yes. But if you don't do it fast enough, it'll throw you off and deplete all of your HP instantaneously!"
"I won't let that happen. Sinon!" Running forward, Kirito called, "Freeze its legs!"
"On it."
Sinon held her bow horizontally. The string dug into her belly. Blushing, she held the bow a little higher. She loaded two arrows and fired them simultaneously, sending a ripple through her breasts and belly. The arrows sailed through the air, and connected with both of Ymir's knees. Ice spread out on impact, shooting all the way down his legs and to the floor, rooting him to the spot.
Ymir flailed its arms around.
Kirito shouted, "Leafa, I need a boost! Silica, Liz, take care of its arms."
"You got it, Onii-chan!"
"I-I'll do my best!"
"Heh, heh, we won't let you down."
Leafa ran up beside Kirito, her breasts bouncing every step.
Silica and Liz ran diagonally, each of them towards a side of Ymir. Silica threw her arm out, calling, "Pina!"
Pina flew off Silica's shoulder, grabbed the dagger out of her hand, and flew up to Ymir's right arm. Pina jerked its head back and forth, slashing up and down the hand. Ymir turned its head.
Liz grinned as she reeled her arm back. "Catch!" She threw her mace into the air, sending her belly bouncing. The mace smashed into the palm of Ymir's left hand, forcing the arm to jerk back. Rubble rained onto the ground.
Leafa turned around and bent down. She cupped her hands together, forming a step. The back of her hands dug into her breasts, and bending over like that... Kirito blushed as he glanced away.
"Onii-chan, it's all you!"
Kirito stepped on Leafa's hands. She tossed him into the air.
Kirito reeled his sword back as he let out a cry. He impaled his right sword into Ymir's chest. Dangling from the handle, Kirito swung like an acrobat, and launched himself into the air. He landed on Ymir's shoulder.
Ymir smacked Pina away.
"Pina, no!" Silica ran up to it, her belly wobbling.
"Daddy, look out!"
Ymir reached its open hand towards Kirito. Kirito turned around, wide eyed. "The instant death attack Yui warned me about...!"
Sinon knelt one knee on the ground. The top of her squishy thigh smooshed against her belly. "Oh, no you don't." She fired an arrow at it's hand.
The hand jerked back.
Kirito grinned. "Thanks, Sinon!" Turning with an about face, Kirito scanned it's back. There! The switch was at the base of its neck. He thrusted out an arm. "Nnngh, I can't..." He couldn't reach with his fingers alone. Turning the flat of his blade parallel with the back of Ymir, Kirito reeled his arm to the left, then swung it forward.
"Yes!"
Asuna jumped in place, clapping her hands. Her double belly rolls slapped into one another, making it sound like two people clapping. "He got it! That's my Kirito-kun!"
A barrage of pebbles pelted the ground like hail on a car windshield as Ymir collapsed. Kirito flailed his arms as he fell through the air. "W-Whoa!"
"Kirito-kun!"
Holding out her arms, Asuna ran forward, belly swinging left and right. Kirito slammed into her embrace. The bottoms of Asuna's arms dug into the top of her stomach. Kirito felt his back press into her belly. Against the pressure, the bottom of his girlfriend's stomach smooshed into the ground rather than resting at her ankles.
"T-Thanks, Asuna."
Kirito stood up and looked to the side. "How's Pina, Silica?"
"Pina's okay." Exhaling, Silica put a hand to her chest. "Pina's a study little dragon, aren't you?"
Pina let out a cry.
Kirito smiled. Then he turned away, bringing up his HUDs. "Ah, looks like I get a huge gold bonus for hitting the switch! Lucky!" He blinked. "Hm?" Upon opening his palm, a muffin-shaped badge appeared in his hand. "What an... Odd accessory," the swordsman muttered, eyebrows upturned. "It dropped from Ymir, but I can't use it."
"Oh?" Asuna put her hand out. "Let me see. I think I might be able to equip it."
"Wait, hold on." Sinon walked up to them, her belly slapping her thighs. "Who else can use it? Let's decide this fairly."
Leafa beat her chest, sending a hearty bounce through her breasts. "Yeah, yeah! You can't just give everything to Asuna-san just because she's your girlfriend."
Asuna's eyebrow twitched.
Kirito held up his hands. "A-All right, all right. I'll look." Kirito stared at the HUD displays again. "It says it's an accessory that increases damage output and amount of HP healed per healing spell. Seems only Asuna and Sinon can use it."
Leafa puffed out her cheeks and turned away. "Drat."
Sinon tilted her head. "Who gets it, then? As our raid leader, you should decide."
Liz looked around. "What's going on?"
Leafa sighed. "Steer clear. This won't be pretty, I'm sure."
Asuna put her hand to her chest. "Well, Kirito-kun, if it wasn't for my healing spells-"
"Please." Sinon rested her hand on her wide hips. "If I didn't save your boyfriend's ass, he wouldn't be holding that accessory right now."
Asuna's eyebrows twitched again. "W-What does Kirito-kun being my boyfriend have to do with this?"
"If you weren't his girlfriend, this wouldn't even be a debate. You should have been on the front lines when you weren't healing. You have a sword, don't you? Ever since you got fat, you've gotten lazy in the game, AND the real world."
Asuna knit her eyebrows and opened her mouth.
Silica burst in, arms waving. "Ah, no guys, don't fight, don't fight!"
Liz held up a hand. "Why don't we just sell it?"
Asuna and Sinon whipped their heads to her. "No one asked you!"
Liz backed up. "Cripes."
Leafa put her hands up. "Told ya."
Kirito stuttered, "N-Now, let's not get too hasty." Kirito looked away, eyes anywhere but Asuna and Sinon's scowling faces. His and Leafa's eyes met.
Leafa sighed. Stepping forward, she said, "Hey, guys. Why don't we have another pizza party?"
Asuna blinked. "Well, I don't mind, but isn't that a little out of no-"
"That's a great idea!" Kirito blurted. "I'll go call it in."
Leafa mouthed, "You owe me one."
Kirito nodded. Then, he selected 'log out' on the HUD.
Asuna turned, "Ah, Kirito-kun!"
Kirito vanished, taking the accessory with him.
In the real world, Kirito gasped as he took off his head set. "T-That was a close call." Kirito pulled his phone out of his pocket, and dialed up the nearest pizza place that would deliver. He had the number saved. Little surprise, considering he called them up once a week. At least.
Suguha popped her head in. "Hey, Onii-chan."
"Yes, fifteen pizzas. What? ...No, this isn't a prank call. I ask for this every week. ...Hello?" Kirito stared at his phone, eyes half closed. "He really hung up on me. He must be new..."
"Oniiii-chan."
"Ah, Suguha?"
"Get me five."
"Come again?"
"I want five pizzas. Unless you want me to remind Asuna-san and Sinon-san about that accessory while we're eating?"
Kirito held up his hands. "All right, all right, I'll call-"
"Extra cheese, pepperoni, and garlic crust. No, wait, make that..."
Kirito sighed.
"They sure are taking their time," Liz grumbled.
Kirito, Asuna, Shino, Suguha, Keiko, and Rika were all gathered in the lobby of Kirito's house. To accommodate for them, Kirito brought in chairs from the kitchen. Yet he really should have brought two chairs per person, for all of them were the same size and shape as they were in ALO.
Asuna came in her school uniform. Likely because it was one of the only outfits that fit her, seeing as the school had to make a custom outfit to contain her stomach. Between the fact it shot out so far and sagged down to her knees, the shirt looked comically huge. When she wasn't wearing it, it looked bigger than a bed sheet. Asuna's fluffy butt left her unable to sit down, and more just standing in front of a couch. The skirt that had the monumental task of covering this looked like the school tailor tore curtains down from school windows, tied the edges, and shipped it off. Honestly, that might be what he did at this point, having grown tired of readjusting the thing once a month.
Shino also came in her school clothes. Her breasts hid her tie deep within her cleavage, and her stomach forced her school coat buttons undone. The shirt underneath was fully buttoned, but each button had deep creases around it, as though they were liable to pop off any second. Her thighs and hips' curves were emphasized by the folds in her skirt.
Suguha was just in her red coat and shorts. Yet with her breasts as big as they were, she had to leave her coat unzipped all the way down. They pushed down her black shirt, showing off cleavage. Her round, massive butt ate up her shorts. The shorts dug deeply into her fat, and had a few tears throughout them. She opted not to bother sitting, knowing from experience at the dinner table with Kirito that it only ends with knocked-over chairs.
Keiko's chest pushed down her collar a bit, but not enough to show cleavage. Her belly pushed against the buttons on her school coat, and forced it to rest above her stomach. Her rear lifted up the back of her skirt, but not enough to reveal anything underneath.
Rika came in her school clothes as well. Her chest forced down the collar of her sweater, showing off the white shirt underneath. Her stomach was contained by her sweater, but it wouldn't be long before that changed. Her thighs forced down her leggings to her knees. Had she tried to pull them any higher, they'd rip right down the side.
"When will they be here, Yui?" Asuna asked, turning to Kirito.
Yui spoke up in Kirito's earpiece. "Looking at satellite cameras, factoring in traffic and weather conditions, and their usual arrival time, I estimate the pizza will be here in seven more minutes."
Kirito upturned his eyebrows. "I-I see." Speaking up, Kirito announced, "Yui says they'll be here soon." Somehow, he didn't think the technology he designed to give Yui more of a presence in the real world would be used like this.
"You said that five minutes ago," Shino noted.
Asuna blushed as she rested her hands on the sides of her belly, a loud growl roaring out. *grrrroOOOOOOWWWLLLlll!* "S-Soon can't come soon enough."
How many pizza parties had they thrown, lately, anyway? They started a few months ago, after the GGO incident. Let's see, they had one or two a week, so... Kirito's face went pale. It's best not to think too hard about it, he decided. Or how much it's been costing Kirito's wallet.
Suguha scrolled through her phone. She was resting it atop her breasts rather than holding it. Keiko squirmed in her seat.
Asuna spoke up. "Kirito-kun, could you get the plates out for us so we can eat sooner?"
Kirito upturned his eyebrows, smiling. "Sure." They all knew where the plates were; they'd eaten here countless times. They were just being lazy. "Suguha, can you he-"
"Mrrgh." Suguha knit her eyebrows.
"N-Never mind."
Kirito left the room, and returned with a veritable tower of plates.
*ding, dong!*
"Ah, it's here!"
"C-Could you get it please, Kirito-san?" Keiko asked.
Kirito half closed his eyes. Even the smallest among the girls had the same laziness as some of the biggest.
Opening the door, Kirito said to the deliveryman, "Sorry for always calling you out here on the weekends."
"You know, you're the reason we're considering stopping that buy two pizzas get one free deal. Feels like a waste handing you free pizzas, knowing they're going to be gone in an hour."
Kirito laughed as he flipped through his wallet, eyebrow twitching. "Ahaha..."
The delivery guy handed over the pizzas, then counted the money. "You don't even leave a good tip."
"I-I don't have the money for it..."
"That's what they all say."
Kirito took the pizzas, and went back inside. He kicked the door closed behind him. The swordsman tried to look around, but he couldn't see past the stack of boxes in his arms. "All right, so who ordered the-"
"I'll take that!" Liz waltzed up, grabbed a box, and walked away, eating right out of the box.
"At least eat over a plate!"
"It's fine, it's fine."
Suguha waddled over. "Onii-chan, gimme mine."
"Let me get to the table first..."
Kirito set the boxes down, and the girls took a box each to start. The stack of plates remained untouched as they ate right out of the boxes like lonely bachelors on Saturday night.
Asuna rested her box on her stomach, and ate over her breasts. The hungry healer downed her first slice in less than a minute. Putting one hand to her mouth, she belched. "*huuURRPp.*" With her free hand, she reached for another slice.
Shino balanced a box in her one hand, while she ate with the other. She didn't even use the box as a plate, she just ate over the table. Kirito winced. It's not as though Suguha was going to help him vacuum or wash the tables later. She probably wouldn't be able to see over her chest to do it even if she tried.
Speaking of, Suguha placed her box on her breasts, blocking her face. Judging from the constant lip smacking, occasional burp, and crumbs falling to the ground like rain, an unspeakable pizza massacre was occurring behind there.
Keiko picked out a slice, then looked around. Seeing everyone else eating out of the box, she began to.
Rika got her box first, so the girl was already done two slices. Working on a third. she showed no signs of slowing down.
Kirito looked around, then blinked. "I forgot to order one for me." He backed up as Suguha waddled over to the table, grabbed two boxes, then disappeared into a corner.
Face flushed a bit, Kirito surveyed the room. Crumbs all over their faces, grease dribbling down their chins, and a chorus of belches ringing out intermittently... The swordsman gulped. The sight didn't disagree with him.
He eyed Asuna. Asuna's gigantic belly... How would it feel to sit on a couch with her in their virtual house, resting his head on her stomach in front of the fireplace with Yui? Kirito's heart beat a little faster.
And Shino... The sniper's fat frame and face contrasted so sharply with how serious the girl always was, Kirito couldn't help but find it a little cute. What if she looked like this during the GGO tournament? Kirito blushed as he imagined it. Sinon lying on the ground, trying to snipe an opponent but her belly was elevating her too high to get a good shot. Or her running around to avoid getting hit, but her fat stomach and rear are such easy targets.
Asuna held a hand up to her mouth as she chewed. "Mmphh, how offen have whe dhone dis?"
Rika swallowed, then counted on her fingers. "Uhh, hm. Let's see. We do it every time we raid, right?"
"Didn't we have an extra party last week, though?" Shino asked.
Suguha wondered, "Wait, why'd we do that one again?"
"I-I think we were just hungry," Keiko piped up.
"We're getting so fat," Shino muttered.
The girls stopped eating. Well, Suguha continued. She just kept stuffing herself. Two empty pizza boxes sat open at her feet. Wait, she's on her third pizza?
"W-Well," Asuna began.
"It's fine, isn't it?" Kirito blurted. "You guys can move around as much as you want in the virtual world."
"That's true!" Asuna cried.
The girls continued their binge.
Shino remarked, "There's something else I've been wondering about, too. Who do you think is the fattest one here?"
Silica blinked. "Eh?"
Kirito gulped.
Asuna swallowed down the crust of another slice. "Shino-chan, I hate to say it, but-"
"I can see why you'd hate to admit it, but-"
"You're definitely the fattest," the two girls said at once.
They paused.
"Now look here," Shino began. "I'm not going to deny I've put on weight."
"I don't want to be rude, Shino-chan, but that's a bit of an understatement, don't you think?"
"Oh, come on. My gut doesn't trail across the floor when I walk like a certain someone I know."
"Well, at least my breasts don't bounce every step I take! And I don't go around wearing low-cut clothes to emphasize it, either, just to give Kirito-kun free shots."
Kirito held up his hands. "H-Hey, leave me out of-"
"Look, I just can't find shirts that fit well, all right?" Shino grumbled. "It's the same for you, isn't it? Why else would you go in your school clothes everywhere, no matter how stained they are with grease?"
"Wha-!"
Suguha burped. "*euuUURRPp.* Look, I don't know what you two are making such a big deal out of this for. It's not like I'm far behind."
Asuna and Shino frowned, eyeing Suguha's chest. "..."
The girls looked away, and resumed eating.
Rika smirked, poking Keiko's stomach. Her finger sank deeply into it. "Heh, heh, don't act like you're not a part of this, too. Someday you'll be as big as Shino-san, no, Asuna-san!"
"E-Eep! Stop that!"
Kirito wiped his brow. Crisis averted.
*ding, dong!*
"Huh?" Suguha turned. "Who's that, at this hour?"
"I'll get it," Kirito called. He walked up to the door and opened it.
"Hey. I just gave you guys your order earlier. But I was told you placed two orders?"
The deliveryman held up a stack of pizzas almost as tall as the last one.
Asuna looked around. "We didn't ask Kirito-kun to place two orders, did we?"
Everyone shook their head.
Kirito nodded. "Oh, no, no! You got the right place. I put in two orders."
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Kirito laughed. "Well, I won't deny it..."
The deliveryman shook his head. Kirito paid, and took the pizzas.
Kirito kicked the door closed behind him.
"What was that, Kirito-kun?" Asuna asked.
"There must have been some sort of mistake on their end. They thought we placed two orders. But I paid him for them anyway, so it's fine. There's more pizza for everyone!"
"No sense questioning more food!" Rika cried, grinning.
Kirito counted the number of boxes. "One, two, three..." His face went white.
"Kirito-san, is something wrong?" Silica tilted her head. Grease dribbled down her chin.
"There's supposed to be two boxes for everyone, but... We're one over."
"Supposed to be?" Suguha frowned. "I thought it was a mistake order to begin with."
"W-Well, you know. I mean, ideally there'd be two pizzas for everyone. But there's one extra."
"Ehhhh...?" Suguha half closed her eyes.
"Then... Who gets the extra pizza?" Shino asked.
Kirito remembered Shino and Asuna's argument over the accessory a mere hour ago. This pizza could only end similarly.
Kirito closed his eyes. "Well, it's not really a question for me. Asuna?" Kirito placed the extra pizza on her stomach, then put the rest on the table.
"Kirito-kun?"
Kirito smiled. "You're my girlfriend. I couldn't give it to anyone else but you."
Shino admitted, "I guess that was the only natural choice."
Asuna turned, wide eyed. "Oh?"
Shino scratched her double chin, looking away. "Well, it's not like I can eat as much as a fatass like you, anyway. So I don't want it."
Asuna half closed her eyes, but the healer was smiling. "Oh ho, who are you calling a fatass? Your skirt can barely hold on, you know."
Shino smirked. "True enough."
The girls resumed their binge with renewed vigor. Asuna shoved in slice after slice, taking to folding them in half so she could cram them in faster. As she ate, her double belly became more and more solid. The pizza boxes that once sank into it slide right off. Tears appeared in the sides of her school shirt.
Shino's bloated belly popped off each of her buttons in rapid succession. The sniper's belly shot out, jiggling all the while. Rips appeared in her skirt's waistband.
Suguha's stomach inflated, pushing against the back of her breasts. This elevated her boobs slightly.
Keiko's pot belly expanded, forcing the buttons on her shirt undone.
Rika's stomach rode up her sweater, revealing a bit of the belly underneath.
Kirito took in the scene with a hand over his mouth, smiling. It was moments like this that made the costs worth it. The extra pizzas only made this sight all the better.
"Daddy," Yui said in Kirito's earpiece. "You shouldn't mess with the girls' orders like that."
"Hmm? I'm not sure what you mean," Kirito intoned, grinning.
Kirito continued to watch the girls. Their bellies expanded bit by bit with every slice they crammed in. "You know," Kirito mused. "Their DPS is increasing along with their waistlines as of late."
Asuna let out a belch. "*bwooOOOORRRPPppp.*"
The girls all turned to Kirito. The swordsman blinked. "Ack!" He said that out loud!
Everyone grabbed a decorative pillow lying around and threw them at Kirito.
"Kirito-kun! That's going out of line!"
"You LITTLE...! Just because I make comments about my weight doesn't mean YOU can!"
"Pillow fight, yahooo!"
"K-Kirito-san, that's not polite!"
"What are you implying?!"
"Gah, girls, I'm sorry!"
Without his double swords to defend him, the swordsman was helpless as the barrage of attacks from the portly party members depleted his HP.
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Persona 5 Bigger Bang Burger (P5 WG)
"WELCOME TO BIG BANG BURGER, OPEN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS A DAY BECAUSE THERE'S NO DAY OR NIGHT IN SPACE! WILL YOU BE EATING HERE OR TO GO?"
Joker, Ann, Makoto, Futaba, and Haru were inside Okumura's Palace in their Phantom Thieves gear. They stood before glass double doors. In front of them was a large, green robot designed to look like he was wearing a suit. Colorful posters of a burger with large eyes splattered the blue walls.
Ann blinked. "Uh, what's up with this?"
Futaba snorted. "Before we're intruders, and now we're his guests? Sheesh."
"I know, right?"
Makoto rubbed her chin. "No, I don't think it's that he's welcoming the Phantom Thieves all of a sudden. This must be a reflection of a Big Bang Burger restaurant in Okumura's cognition."
"Seriously? This bizzaro Palace really needs to make up its mind. Are we in a factory, space, or a restaurant?"
Haru frowned. "We've only seen frightening distortions of the restaurant so far, not a normal one... This is very peculiar."
Ann turned to Joker. "Well, what do you wanna do, Joker? Should we go in?"
Joker nodded.
Haru turned to the robot. "Um, we'd like to eat here, please."
"OF COURSE, VALUED CUSTOMER. RIGHT THIS WAY."
The Phantom Thieves entered the double doors. Inside, the dreary, blue walls and floor were replaced with the green walls and beige floor of a Big Bang Burger restaurant. Booths were lined up against the opposite wall, and three tables stood in the middle of the room in a row. Small blue robots milled about, cleaning tables and replacing condiments. The moment they stepped in, their Phantom Thief clothes shifted to their casual outfits.
Ann tugged at her school coat, eyes wide. "Whoa, what in the world?"
Futaba held up her arms, looking down at her coat dangling loosely from her. "Hm. Mona said we only appear in our Phantom Thief outfits when we're seen as a threat, yeah? I guess when we're his customers, Okumura doesn't think of us as a threat."
"You mean as long as we're feeding his piggy bank, the greedy swine doesn't care what we do? Ugh. Gross."
Joker shrugged and spread his hands. He nodded his head at the green-suited robot, who stood by a table.
"Joker's right," Makoto declared. "If we get hung up on every little thing, we won't make any progress. I didn't see any other paths we could take, so we have to investigate this restaurant area thoroughly." Makoto waltzed up to the counter, where a blue robot stood behind it. She demanded, "Get us four Saturn Burgers and one Venus Salad."
Haru blinked. "Venus Salad?"
"That's for me."
The robot bowed.
Makoto turned to the Phantom Thieves, and they stared back blankly.
Makoto knit her brows. "What are you doing just standing there? If this is supposed to be a restaurant, then let's go with the flow before we're seen as threats again. I DON'T want to be caught in a fight with this many security robots at once."
Joker nodded.
Ann giggled as she walked to a table. "Hehehe. That's our Queen, for you. Always so bold."
"Ohh, I'm not so sure this is a good idea," Haru mumbled.
"We don't have anything to lose, really," Futaba admitted with a shrug. "I'm kinda hungry anyway."
Ann sat at one table with Joker sitting across from her, while Futaba and Haru sat together at another.
Makoto waltzed up the tables, arms full of trays. She plopped two trays down on Joker and Ann's, two on Futaba and Haru's, and one on the table at the end. Brushing her hair behind her ear, she sat down on a chair at the end table.
"Come to think of it," Ann wondered as she unwrapped her burger. "We've had Boss's curry and coffee in Palaces before and they tasted just fine, but what about food made inside a Palace? I wonder if it'll even have any taste..."
Joker shrugged.
"Won't know until you try!" Futaba cried, already taking a bite. "Mmm. Shish shis ghood shuff!"
Makoto shifted her fork about in her salad, resting her chin on her hand. "It's made with the blood, sweat, and tears of countless overworked employees. Something just doesn't sit right with enjoying it."
"Well, duh," Futaba deadpanned, swallowing. "No one thinks Okumura is some kind of saint because he can steam a good hamburger."
"I guess." Makoto took a bite of her salad. Making a face, she grumbled, "I'm annoyed it tastes as good as it does."
Haru eyed her burger. "Even though my father runs Big Bang Burger, I haven't eaten their food often..." She picked up the burger. "But I'll give it another try."
Ann held her hand in front of her mouth as she chewed and swallowed. Looking at Joker, she asked, "Oh, you aren't having yours?"
Joker spread his hands, eyebrows upturned.
"Not hungry?"
He nodded.
Ann grinned. "Woo! More for me!"
"HERE IS YOUR COMPLIMENTARY REFILL!"
Three blue robots walked up to the tables, dropping off trays with more burgers.
Makoto knit her eyebrows. "I didn't order-"
"PLEASE ENJOY YOUR FOOD!" The robots walked away, now cleaning other booths.
Everyone looked at each other.
"I... Don't remember there being complimentary burgers before," Haru pondered.
"Who cares?" Futaba cheered. "Free food is free food."
Makoto sighed. "Did we come here to steal Okumura's Treasure, or to sample his food...?"
"We can get back to exploring the Palace later," Ann remarked. "Let's just enjoy the break for now!"
The girls downed burger after burger. Before they'd finish one, robots would leave a refill on their table. Soon, the tables' surfaces became covered in wrappers. Some fell to the ground. Joker watched, wide eyed.
Their stomachs distended with every burger they swallowed, ballooning outwards until they were the size of volleyballs. Ann's gut forced her zipper apart. Two buttons snapped off of Makoto's blazer. Futaba's loose-fitting shirt tightened around her stomach. Haru's cardigan split apart, resting on the sides of her stomach.
Haru put a hand over her mouth, swallowing down a burp. "Ohhh..." Upturning her eyebrows, she rested a hand on her belly as she held up a Saturn Burger with her free hand. "Is... Is it really okay for us to eat so much?"
Makoto winced, closing one eye as she swallowed down the last of another salad. "Ugh, I certainly didn't expect even their salad to be this filling."
Swallowing another burger, Futaba slouched in her chair. It creaked under her. "Pheeeewee." Futaba smacked her belly a few times. "*euURRrp.* Man. I'm so stuffed, I don't wanna move."
"Uuuuughh." Ann rubbed her stomach, swallowing another bite. "My stomach is killing me, too. I feel so bloated..." Ann looked down at her body, wide eyed. "W-What IS this?!"
A layer of softness formed over top of Ann's turgid tummy it. The softness pushed out further, forcing Ann's zipper down more. Her stomach now rested on her thighs. Grunting, Ann bent over and stood up. Yet a growth spurt in her chest left her falling into the table. Her breasts were each two cup sizes larger, pushing down her shirt's collar. Her thighs ballooned until they touched each other. Her rear expanded, forcing up her coat's hem.
Makoto's stuffed stomach faded, becoming smaller as the roundness transferred straight to her rear instead. Her bubble butt pushed up her skirt, and pleated pattern of her skirt only emphasized it's size.
Futaba's tight tummy became softer, until it turned into a beer belly. Her thighs fattened until they were even larger than Ann's, and they stretched her short shorts to the limit. Her butt pushed out as well, although not quite as much as Makoto's. Any more, and her shorts would start to tear.
Haru's stomach inflated until it rested on her lap, making it even larger than Ann's belly. Her breasts pushed out, each one the size of softballs. They fought her zipper, undoing it further down with an audible *shrrriiip!*.
Joker stood up, eyeing the robots. They were walking back and forth from the tables, bringing refill orders of burgers as though nothing happened.
"T-This must be part of Okumura's cognition, too," Makoto surmised, wincing as she looked over her shoulder at her rear.
"How the heck do you figure THAT?" Futaba spat, grabbing her stomach. "THIS has never happened in a Palace before, has it?!"
"He probably thinks of his customers as... a-as all being fat. And by eating here, we became his customers. Our bodies must have changed to match that cognition!"
"Eeeeesh!"
"Oh that guy is SO dead!" Ann shouted, pounding her foot and sending a bounce through her stomach.
"M-Maybe we'll return to normal if we leave the Palace? I hope," Haru whimpered, resting a hand on top of her large breasts.
"It's better than staying here. Move it!"
They turned to the doors, and began to dash for it.
The robots lined up in front of them. The Phantom Thieves stopped dead in their tracks. "VALUED CUSTOMERS, YOU HAVE NOT PAID FOR YOUR 27 ORDERS OF SATURN BURGERS AND NINE VENUS SALADS. ARE YOU SKIPPING OUT ON YOUR BILL?"
As the thieves stood still at the holdup, the girls continued to gain, their fat pressing further against their already strained outfits.
"We don't have time for this!" Makoto roared.
Joker whipped out his gun and fired a few rounds at the floor. The robots scattered, creating a gap in their line.
The Phantom Thieves' casual clothes vanished, replaced with their Phantom Thief outfits. Alarms blared in the distance. Joker ran through the robots, motioning with his hand for the others to follow.
They sprinted as sirens wailed. Red lights bathed their clothes.
Futaba cried, "The Palace security level has raised to 99%!"
"Just great," Makoto grumbled.
Ann whined, "Could this infiltration seriously go any worse?"
"I think it just did," Haru said sheepishly.
An elevator stood at the end of the hallway.
"We're supposed to fit in there?!" Ann gasped.
"HALT, INTRUDERS!"
The Phantom Thieves looked over their shoulders, only to see the robots still on their tail, their mechanical limbs clanking as they moved.
"I don't think we have a choice," Makoto grumbled.
The girls piled into the elevator, and Joker came in last. As the elevator door closed, Joker watched the herd of robots come closer and closer. They reached out their arms. The door shut. The robots pounded on the elevator door, and Joker backed up.
The elevator began to descend, and the banging ceased. Joker frowned as he looked around. Not only were there five people in one elevator, but four of them were putting on pounds by the second. He didn't even have enough room to stretch out his arms at his sides.
The girls winced as they held themselves.
"S-Something's... Happening," Ann wheezed.
Ann's breasts inflated, until each one was the size of a volleyball. They forced down the top of her bodysuit. Her stomach grew, taking on an ovular shape. It stretched the fabric of her bodysuit, and rested halfway down her thighs. Her butt expanded, obscuring her outfit's tail. Her stomach pressed into Joker's back.
Makoto's breasts took on fat, pushing against her breastplate and her corset's strings. Her stomach smooshed into the breastplate. Her rear ballooned, stretching her skintight suit to the limit. Each cheek was larger than one of Ann's breasts. Said rear smooshed against Joker's arm.
Futaba's stomach expanded, retaining its spherical shape. The green striped highlights on her bodysuit only emphasized its roundness. Her thighs grew, their fat squishing into one another. Yet Futaba's overall frame didn't widen, it simply took on weight in her thighs and belly, making her frame look like an upside-down T. Her rear squished Joker's legs.
Haru's breasts took on more weight, until they were both the size of bowling balls. They pushed past her corset, resting over it rather than being contained by it. Her belly formed two rolls. They stretched the corset, leaving creases around the buttons. Any more pressure, and they'd fly right off. Joker's arm was pushing into her breasts.
Joker squirmed, face flushed. The girls said nothing, cheeks burning red.
The elevator doors opened with a ding. The elevator was in the middle of a large, circular room with five exits.
"INTRUDERS FOUND. INITIATE COMBAT SEQUENCE!"
A group of robots stood by the doors, holding their arms out. Joker squeezed his way around Futaba's hips and rear, then shot at the robots. They backed up. Joker pointed his index finger out and motioned to all the exits.
"Wait, you want us to split up?" Ann asked.
Joker nodded.
"Welp. I don't think we got any other options here," Futaba noted.
"I agree. We can't waste our time on these grunts!" Makoto ran out the doors, heading for the nearest exit.
"Wha- hey!"
Futaba sped out, her belly and bouncing with every step. Haru followed, stomach clapping against her thighs. Two buttons popped off her corset.
Joker ran off as Ann called, "Guuuys! Don't leave me here!"
"SURRENDER, PHANTOM THIEVES! YOUR EFFORTS ARE FUTILE." The robots called, splitting up to charge into every exit. "BECAUSE THERE IS NO ESCAPE IN SPACE."
Joker dashed down the halls, his shoes echoing against the tiled floor. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed no robots in pursuit. Yet if they didn't hurry regardless of being chased or not, there was no telling what the girls would look like by the time they made it out.
"Joker! Hey, don't just friggin' whiz past me!"
Joker skid to a stop. Running back, he noticed Futaba stuck inside one of the vent doors leading out to space. Her hips, now wide enough for doorframes to give the Oracle trouble, were wedged in the doors. Shifting back and forth, her whole frame jiggled. "Grrk. I didn't go out into space in time, and then the stupid doors closed on me. Someone else must have flipped the switch while they were trying to escape, too." She reached her arms out behind her. "So, uh. Little help here?"
Joker paused, contemplating a variety of smart aleck comments he could choose to make about the situation.
"Hey. You better not be thinking anything weird. One word of this, and I'm NOT healing you guys ever again. And you can forget buffs, too."
Sweating, Joker grabbed her extended hands. With a grunt, he tugged backwards repeatedly. The motion sent Futaba's rear shaking and rippling. With a final grunt, Joker pulled back with all his might. Futaba slipped out, and the doors shut.
"W-Whoa!"
Futaba sailed backwards, her oversized butt smacking into Joker's torso. The two crashed to the ground with Futaba on top of him.
Forget buffs and heals, Joker could have sworn Futaba just dealt heavy damage to him.
"T-Thanks," Futaba mumbled. With a, "Alley-ooop," Futaba stood up. She dusted off her behind. "Get the switch."
Joker walked a ways down the hall and flipped it.
Futaba turned herself sideways, then sidestepped out of the chute and into space. "Seeya at the Palace entrance!"
A clanking sound rang out in the distance behind Joker. Joker sped away down the hall.
"Haaah, haaaah, ohhh, this is not my day," Haru wheezed.
Joker entered the production line room. There, on top of one of the conveyor belts was Haru, running. The treads pushed her in the opposite direction like a treadmill. At the end of the conveyor belt was a hydraulic press, smashing down and rising up like clockwork.
"Joker? Is that you?" Haru breathed, looking over her shoulder. Joker ran up to the side of the conveyor belt. "Thank goodness! Please, stop the conveyor belt!"
Haru's chest and belly had inflated further, with her breasts each the size of her head. Her double rolled stomach rested on her thighs, and it tore her corset in half. As she ran, her breasts bounced, smacking into her belly's top roll. The top roll of her belly hit into her lower one, which then hit her thighs. Sweat dripped down Haru's face as she breathed heavily.
In-between gasps for breath, Haru glanced at Joker. "I-Is something wrong? Please, hurry!"
Joker tore his gaze away. He dashed up to the control console, and ordered a lunch break. The conveyor belts stopped running, and the hydraulic press stopped mid-motion.
Haru sat down on the treads, wheezing. "Haaaah, haaaaaah, thank you..." Her belly easily filled her lap.
The clanking and clinking of riotous robots reached their ears.
Haru threw her head back. "More... More running...?" With a moan, she hoisted herself up.
Joker waved, then jumped up on a conveyor belt. He ran down it, and into another room.
"T-This is absurd. Dammit..."
As he sped down the halls, Joker couldn't help but notice a large and very vocal vent with a butt and two legs sticking out of it. The rear belonged to Makoto, judging by the voice of the complaints and cussing, not to mention the black bodysuit. By now, each cheek was the size of an exercise ball, and her thighs had plumped up considerably.
"Who's there?" Makoto kicked her legs. "When I get out of here, you'll feel my rage! Yohana will Vajra Blast you into oblivion!"
Joker knelt down and grabbed her ankles.
Makoto stopped kicking. "Wait. Joker, is that you?" A pause. Voice quieter, she sputtered, "T-This isn't what it looks like. I was trying to climb through the vent, and then I just started g-growing again, and..." Another pause. "Can you get me out?"
Although she couldn't see it, Joker nodded. He pulled with all his might, gritting his teeth. Makoto's butt bounced heartily from the sudden motion.
Makoto called, "N-No, I... I don't think that's going to work." Makoto kicked her legs a bit. "My... My stomach is growing, too. You'll have to push me in."
Joker's eyes widened. He hesitated, then put his hands on her rear. It felt pleasantly plush. Yet it was malleable, as though he rested his hands on a water bed. Joker shoved his hands forward, walking on his knees as he did. His hands sunk into her rear. It squished around the edges of the vent, but it simply refused to go in. Joker took his hands off, and Makoto's rear jiggled a bit. Frowning, he threw his shoulder forward. It buried itself deep within her butt cheek. Makoto squished in.
As she did, her rear congealed around the edges of the vent. This pushed her fluff outwards all at once. The force shoved Joker's arm back. Joker rocketed backwards, crashing into the wall behind him.
"T-Thank you, Joker. I'm going on ahead. ...Grk, this is... still a tight fit..."
"THE SOUND CAME FROM OVER HERE. IT MUST BE THE INTRUDERS!"
Joker stood up. Looking over his shoulder, he frowned. A group of robots rounded the corner.
"THERE! ONE OF THE PHANTOM THIEVES!"
"AFTER HIM!"
Joker dashed away down the hall.
Joker turned the corner down another hallway, the robots hot on his trail. A door was in the side of the hall, maybe a Safe Room. At the end was another hallway veering to the right. Up ahead, he spotted Ann, panting as she ran. By now, her stomach was down to her knees, and her breasts were the size of basketballs. Joker sped to beside her, grabbing her hand.
"Joker?!"
Joker put his index finger to his mouth. He tugged, pulling her inside the nearby Safe Room. Well... That's what he hoped it was, anyway.
"Grrk..." Eyes wide, Ann whispered, "T-This is kind of a tight fit, don't you think?"
Joker nodded, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.
It was a closet with mops and buckets, like a janitorial closet one might find in the back of a Big Bang Burger restaurant. But with Ann's belly at it's current size, even though the Panther stood at the other end of the closet, her belly was still squishing into Joker.
The door automatically closed behind them. The sound of clanking footsteps echoed. Ann put her hands over her mouth.
"WHERE DID THEY GO?"
The mechanical voice, sounding almost like a text-to-speech program, came from right in front of the door.
A pause.
"STOP STANDING AROUND," a robot ordered. "HURRY AND SEARCH FOR THEM. THEY COULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN FAR!"
The sound of clanking robots faded into the distance. Then... silence.
Ann sputtered, "Pulling me in here was a bit much, don't you think?"
Joker tilted his head.
Ann looked away. "Well... I guess you DID save me... T-Thank you."
Joker nodded. He put his hand on the door, and it opened automatically. Ann waddled out of the closet. Was it just Joker, or did she seem fatter than when she first entered it?
Joker motioned with his hands, pointing down the hall.
"Yeah," Ann agreed with a nod. "The exit's not too far from here. Let's hurry!"
The two sprinted off. Although with how slowly Ann was hobbling along, it might as well have been a light jog.
They approached the final elevator. Fortunately, this one was built into the floor, so there were no walls to worry about.
"Joker!"
"Oh, wonderful! The exit!"
Joker turned around. Makoto, Futaba, and Haru ran up to him, boarding the elevator. Joker nodded at them.
"Yo, we gotta move!" Futaba cried. "You can't afford to take your time!"
Joker flipped the switch. It rose, taking them to the entrance.
Morgana, Ryuji, and Yusuke stood by the exit. Joker and the girls stopped running as the boys approached.
Scoffing, Ryuji complained, "Hey, what's the holdup? Why're you guys back so soo-" Jaw dropping, he sputtered, "F-F-FOR REAL!?"
An indecipherable cacophony of cat cries came from Morgana's mouth. Skirting up to Ann, he blathered, "L-Lady Ann! What's happened to your beautiful figure?!
"It's a... long story."
"Did Okumura did this? OOO, when I get my paws on that rapscallion!"
Yusuke rubbed his chin. "Hmm. I've no need to hear how this happened. It matters not."
"Huh?"
"Lady Ann..." Yusuke nodded to himself. "Yes... You have become my inspiration once again. Fat, thin, what does it matter in the face of true beauty? I simply must put this feeling to my canvas." Yusuke reached his hand out to her. "I shall paint your glorious new form! Won't you model for me?"
Ann stomped her foot. "This is NOT the time or the place for that!!"
Futaba snorted. "In their eyes, it's like we don't exist."
Makoto looked over her shoulder at her rear. "M-Maybe that's for the best, for now..."
The elevator went down. Morgana called, "Hey, the elevator's gone. This is bad, the security robots must've chased you guys here!"
Joker dashed up ahead, waving for everyone to follow. They chased after him.
"I uh, don't really get what's going on," Ryuji sputtered, running beside Joker. "But I guess we're skipping the bill on this fast food trip? Heh. Get it?"
Makoto droned, "Yes, that's exactly what happened."
"Huh?"
Haru wheezed, "Ah, ohhh, all this running today..."
"It'll be over soon, don't worry!" Ann reassured her. "All this is because we're in a Palace, so everything will be back to normal once we leave."
"I sure hope so."
They ran through the last automatically opening door. It slammed shut behind them, just as they could hear the whirl of the elevator rising. They exited the Palace.
They re-materialized in the attic of Cafe Leblanc.
Makoto closed her eyes, exhaling. "Phew... I'm glad that's over."
"Hooooo, boy..."
"T-This can't be real, right?"
"Hm?" Makoto opened her eyes, blinking. Her eyes widened. "Eh?!"
The girls were just as fat as when they left the palace. No, a little fatter, even. Ann's zipper was completely undone to make room for her stomach. It reached down past her knees.
Every button on Makoto's vest popped off to make room for her fluffy belly. Her pleated skirt couldn't hope to cover her massive rear. If Makoto got much fatter, forget air vents, she'd have trouble fitting out of doors.
Futaba wasn't much better. Her shirt had ridden up to make room for her round stomach, which rested on her thighs. Her hips, too, were wider than most doorframes. It probably would have suited her just fine, though, if she couldn't make it out of her room easily anymore.
Haru's zipped had been undone completely to make room for her breasts, which were now larger than her head. Her stomach spilled down to her knees, rivaling Ann's in size.
Ann roared, "We're STILL like this?!"
"H-How can this be?" Makoto wondered.
Morgana groaned. "Ohhh, no..."
"What is it? D-Do you know what we can do to fix this?" Haru asked.
Ryuji held up a hand. "Uh, a healthy diet and exercise?" Makoto kicked his leg. "OW!"
"Well... Know how a Treasure will materialize in the real world once we steal it? I think this must be something like that."
Silence.
"Then..." Ann began.
Morgana covered his eyes with his paws. "I, uhh... I'm thinking you guys may be stuck like this."
Makoto stomped her foot. "You've GOT to be kidding me! Sis is gonna kill me if she sees me like this!"
Ann grabbed Ryuji by the collar.
"H-Hey, why're you grabbing ME?!"
"We're writing a Calling Card."
"Eh?"
"Now! Get pen and paper!"
Ryuji scrambled out of the room.
Ann crossed her arms. "I, for one, am not going to let him get away with this."
Haru nodded. "I... I can't forgive Father, either."
Makoto growled, "I agree. We're going to let that criminal know exactly what he's done."
"Let's get 'im!" Futaba declared.
A few days later, Okumura was lounging on his lavish couch in his luxurious house. With a dull tone, he read aloud the Calling Card in his hand, "'Sir Kunikazu Okumura, the great profiteering sinner of greed. Your success and global fame exists due to the tyranny you rain over your employees. Due to both this and...'" Okumura paused. "'Your... Your unforgivable crime of robbing beautiful women of their figures, we have decided to make you confess all your crimes with your own mouth.'"
Adjusting his glasses, Okumura mused, "I can understand the drivel about 'tyranny,' but... What the devil does this 'robbing beautiful women of their figures' bit mean?"
⁂
Debu Kano (Domestic Girlfriend Suspense WG)
"What do you think... Kiriya-sensei?"
Kiriya sat in an office chair at his desk within his apartment. Resting his cheek on one hand, he glanced down at Natsuo's manuscript in the other.
Contained in that manuscript were words and phrases such as...
"I want to eat a lot..."
"Tight buttons on her school uniform made her wonder if she should invest in a larger size..."
"Ate a family sized bag of chips all on her own, only to ask, 'Oh, I'm sorry! Did you want one?' "
Natsuo stood by the chair, beads of sweat slipping down his forehead. An unseen clock ticked.
"Well," Kiriya began with an even tone. "To begin with, there's less telling than usual. That's an improvement." Kiriya flipped two pages over. "But there's weak language scattered throughout. Adverbs. Being verbs. And this." Kiriya wordlessly pointed to a character written on the page, as though he were too ashamed to even speak it.
Natsuo peered down.
"'Said.' There is no weaker word in language. 'Said' tells me nothing about the speaker's tone of voice. You should try-"
"K-Kiriya-sensei, that's not the sort of thing I meant when I asked what you thought." Natsuo gripped his shorts. "What do you... think of the topic? When I had writer's block last week, you told me to just try writing what I was interested in, and see what happens. This is the result. I, uh... Like this... sort of thing. Although I've never talked about it before."
Kiriya smirked. "Of course I knew what you meant." Setting the manuscript down on his desk, the teacher swerved his chair to face his pupil. "Can't I have a little fun in return for reading your work every week?"
Natsuo's face flushed as he muttered, "I'd rather we not joke about my writing."
Kiriya rested his cheek on his hand. "Yes, yes. Forgive me. Well, you did what I told you to do, yes? You wrote what you were interested in writing."
Natsuo nodded, gulping.
"Then I have no right to judge the topic. I'm not here to tell you what to write, just how to make it more effective."
Natsuo's eyes widened. "R-Really? You don't think... This sort of thing is a waste?"
Kiriya reclined in his chair. "Odd word choice. But no, I don't think it's a waste."
Natsuo hung his head, heaving a sigh. "Phew... Here I thought you would lecture me for just writing something so... B-Bizarre."
"Personally, I feel a work a writer created for themselves is much more fascinating than something someone wrote to try and fit a mold."
"Huh?"
Smirking, Kiriya snuck a side glance at Natsuo. "Did you know that some Shakespeare scholars believe that not even a third of Shakespeare's audience understood his plays?"
Natsuo blinked. "No... I didn't."
Kiriya chuckled. "Well, if his writing was hard to understand even during his time, wouldn't you say Shakespeare was one to focus on writing what he thought was interesting, rather than going out of his way to appeal to others? And now he's world renowned as one of the greatest writers who ever lived."
"So..."
"For you to write something self-indulgent every once in a while is a good way to keep yourself motivated. It will also get you in the mindset of prioritizing what you want to write, not what you think other people want to read." Kiriya laughed. "Although, ahaha, comparing this story, an account of a teenager's wistful, errant fantasies, to Shakespeare is a bit much..."
Natsuo blushed.
Kiriya handed over the manuscript.
"But keep at it. Just bear in mind, if you want to become a novelist, this isn't something that could be publishable. So, make sure it's not the only thing you write."
"Okay. Thank you, Kiriya-sensei."
Natsuo turned around, walking a bit too quickly as he made for the door.
"One more thing."
Natsuo stopped in his tracks.
"Tachibana... She reads your stories from time to time, yes?" Kiriya smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't think you should let her read this sort of thing."
"O-Of course not!" Natsuo cried. "Why would you even bring it up?! Sheesh..." Natsuo stepped out. "Thank you for having me." He shut the door.
Natsuo scritch and scratched his sharp pencil against the paper at his desk, frowning as he pursed his lips. The only sound in his bedroom. A desk lamp lit up the page.
"Hmm..."
Natsuo poked the end of the pencil to his chin. "How can I tell if what I'm writing is good or not, if it's something completely different from my normal writing?"
"You could ask someone else to look it over."
"Huh?"
Natsuo looked up, only to see Rui leering over his shoulder.
"Need some help?"
"AHH!"
Natsuo pulled the papers to his chest and leaned over his desk. As though scooping up priceless gems, Natsuo put his arms around them. "When did you get in here?! Ever heard of knocking?"
Rui half closed her eyes. "I did. You were off in your own little world, so you didn't answer."
Natsuo's face flushed. "I was that into it?" he thought.
"Why're you hiding it? Is it that bad? Maybe you should just rewrite it at that point."
"N-No, it's nothing like that."
"Hmmm." Rui eyed Natsuo. "Something naughty, then?"
Natsuo sighed. "Why is that the next thing you think of...?" Averting his gaze, the writer asked, "What'd you come in here for, anyway?"
"I wanted to give you a rice ball. Figured you might be hungry after writing for hours straight." Rui left a tiny plate with a rice ball on it on his desk. "But you don't need to spell it out." Rui upturned her nose. "If you don't want me in here, just say it." She left, closing the door with a bang.
Sitting up, Natsuo ran a hand through his hair. "What's got her so upset? Ah, that reminds me."
He pulled out a drawer in his desk. Countless manuscript in tearing manila envelopes sat inside. Grunting, he pushed them back, then shoved his latest manuscript in the front.
"W-Wouldn't want anyone reading that one. There's been enough misunderstandings lately as it is."
Kiriya flipped through Natsuo's latest manuscript. "Ahahaha..." Kiriya swept back his bangs with his free hand. "Ahh, you really are a piece of work."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You were all bashful before, but now the story has become even more self-indulgent."
"Well..." Natsuo shuffled his feet. "You told me to write what I was interested in."
"I did. And you seem very good at knowing what you want."
Natsuo rubbed the back of his head, cheeks tinted red. "T-Thanks, I guess."
Kiriya handed the manuscript back. "I have corrections written down, as usual. Your formatting is improving. But the story seems unrealistic at times. These, well, sizes are rather hard to take seriously." He upturned his eyebrows. "And I'm not sure how believable it is for a girl to gain weight just for a guy to notice her."
"I-I figured if there are girls who would lose weight for a boyfriend or something, wouldn't the other way around work, too?" Natsuo shifted his weight from side to side. "Y-You know?"
"No, I don't. But you make a fair argument." Kiriya pointed his index finger at the manuscript. "Still, a writer doesn't have the privilege of arguing with everyone who reads their story. Their work has to do the talking. Even if you can convince me here that it's plausible, it's meaningless if your writing can't do that for you."
Natsuo nodded.
Kiriya's tone lightened as he leaned back. "How about you take a break from this sort of thing? Your writing is at its strongest when you're basing it off personal experiences. Perhaps once you've experienced more romantic relationships, you could..." Kiriya smirked as he crossed his arms. "Ask your girlfriend if she'd be willing to gain weight for you."
"E-Eh?!"
"She doesn't have to follow through. Just take note of how she responds, and incorporate it into your writing."
"That's just—!"
"Well, give it some thought," Kiriya added. "I have to work on my own manuscript now."
Natsuo gestured madly. "I do have someone I like, but—"
Kiriya pulled out pencil and paper. "Then ask them."
"You've gotta be kidding! I can't do that out of the blue."
Without tearing his eyes from the page, Kiriya spoke as he wrote. "Then perhaps you should shelve these stories until you can show more resolve."
Natsuo backed up, sweating. In the clubroom or not, Kiriya was a sadist, through and through.
Sighing, Natsuo rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll... Give it some thought. About asking someone, I mean."
Sighing, Natsuo entered his bedroom and closed the door behind him. "Unrealistic, huh?" He opened the drawer, and flipped through the array of manuscripts. "Maybe the first part of the story was unrealistic, too. Is it even possible to eat a family-sized bag of chips by yourself...? Maybe I should re... Write..."
Natsuo dropped the manuscript in his hands. "Gone." Beads of sweat forming on his forehead, he flipped through the manuscripts one at a time. "Gone, gone, gone!"
Natsuo stood up, holding his head. "Did I leave it with Kiriya-Sensei? No, I distinctly remember putting it back into my drawer."
Natsuo put his hand to his mouth, blushing furiously. "T-This is bad... Only Kiriya-Sensei and I know about it. What if someone else finds out that... That I like fat girls?"
Natsuo's imagination went wild...
Rui curled up her nose in disgust. "What's with that? Don't tell me you thought about fattening my sister. Gross..."
Momo put her hand to her mouth. "O-Oh... Not a single guy I dated like that sort of stuff. You're kinda weirding me out."
Ashihara pumped her arms. "D-Don't worry, even if other people tease you, I'll still support you, Fujii-kun!" She averted her gaze, face flushed. "But... It's kind of embarrassing, knowing that's the sort of thing you think about..."
Al raised an eyebrow. "Is that what people in Japan are into these days? You guys sure do have weird tastes."
Kobayashi laughed heartily. "AHAHA! Oh, Natsuo-chan, you don't need to be so ashamed. It's nothing to worry about. Everyone!" Kobayashi called. All the customers in cafe turned their head to Natsuo. "Nastsuo-chan here likes—"
"AHHHH!"
Natsuo scratched his hair like mad, as though he were shampooing it. "No, no, no, this all has to be some big misunderstanding. It's not like it would have grown legs and left the house. Maybe I took it out and left it lying around somewhere. Then someone else took it..." Natsuo pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, no, that sounds so lame. There's no way. But... I guess I have no other leads."
Throwing open the door, he marched up to Rui's room. Swallowing hard, he knocked lightly.
A pause.
"Yes?"
Natsuo breathed a sigh of relief. "If she knew I liked fat girls," he thought. "She might not even be talking to me right now."
"Um, Rui? Can I come in?"
"Why?"
Natsuo twitched. "I have a question."
"You can ask through the door, can't you?"
Natsuo rubbed the back of his head. She'd been taking a long time to answer any texts he sent, would go to eat with other club members instead of him at lunch, and didn't say much during dinner. But he just figured she wasn't in a talking mood lately.
A shiver ran down his spine.
Could it be, she found out after all? Is she so disgusted, she doesn't even want to speak to him?
"U-Uhh... Have you... Seen a manuscript of mine? I... lost it."
His heart pounded in his chest. It felt like it was as loud as a fire alarm.
"I've seen many manuscripts of yours."
He swallowed. "This is... A special one."
"Hmmm."
A pause.
"Doesn't ring a bell."
Natsuo let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Thanks." He turned away.
"But..."
He froze in his tracks.
"Never mind."
Natsuo swallowed hard. "You sure?"
No response.
"I'm... going now."
Nothing.
Natsuo looked over his shoulder. He walked off.
"Maybe... Dad found it or something," Natsuo muttered. "Yeah. I guess that'd be the best outcome, huh? He'll probably just get flustered and give it back to me without saying much. Maybe he didn't even read it at all." Nodding, Natsuo smiled. "Yeah. I'll go ask hi—"
Creaaaaaak...
Natsuo straightened his back.
Crunch, crunch.
He looked over his shoulder.
Rui was standing in her doorway, a family sized bag of potato chips in her arms.
Natsuo's eyes widened. Had Rui ever eaten potato chips before? She tended to lean on the healthy side of things.
Why was she staring at him?
"Oh," she remarked. She held out a potato chip.
"Want one?"
"Hmm... Back to science fiction, I see," Kiriya noted.
Natsuo stared at the ground as he gave a solemn nod.
"Is something wrong?" Kiriya set the manuscript down. "You look pale. Do you need to sit down?"
"N-No, I'm fine. It's just..." Natsuo ran a hand through his hair. "I don't think I'm going to write more of that stuff. At least, not for a while."
"I see... Sometimes if an idea doesn't work out like you wanted, it's easier to just cut it entirely than try to acclimate the story for it."
"It's not that. You were right, Kiriya-sensei."
The teacher chuckled. "Oh? I like to think I am often. About what?"
Natsuo swallowed hard.
"Rui really shouldn't read this sort of thing."
Natsuo returned home. Heaving a sigh, he closed the door behind him. "I'm home," he mumbled. Looking down, he kicked his shoes off.
"Welcome back."
Natsuo's body went stiff. Biting his lip, he shifted his gaze upwards.
"Rui..."
A manila envelope was tucked under her arm.
Natsuo's heart felt like Rui had a vice grip on it. As she smiled, the grip tightened.
"W-What's that you got there?"
"Oh, this?" Rui took out the envelope. "It's my physical exam results. I think I grew." Eyes locked with Natsuo's, she held the envelope out. "Interested?"
Natsuo let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. So it wasn't his story. Wait. She grew? Does she mean height? O-Or weight? And if it's weight... Why would she think he's interested?
"Interested in what?" Natsuo asked, trying to keep his voice even as he broke eye contact. He walked past her and into the living room.
Rui turned to him. "In knowing my cup size. What else?"
"W-Wha?" Natsuo's face flushed. He stopped walking.
Rui walked up to his side. She forced the envelope into his hand. "What're you getting so embarrassed for, anyway?" Turning around, she drew out her next words slowly. "Sorry if I got your hopes up if you thought I meant... something else grew."
A bead of sweat dripped down Natsuo's forehead. That couldn't mean weight, could it? No... It had to be height. Right. There's no point in over analyzing everything Rui said.
Rui walked into the kitchen and put on an apron.
"We're having a big dinner tonight."
Natsuo opened the envelope. Well, even if it wasn't his story after all, he was a little curious about Rui's cup size...
He pulled out the single piece of paper inside. A Japanese quiz grade. Rui's name at the top. 94%.
Natsuo's eyes widened.
He could feel Rui's eyes boring into the back of his head. The hairs on his neck stood up.
There was no physical exam to begin with? Come to think of it, wouldn't everyone in his class have gotten one if there was? Natsuo didn't have one this year yet. Then...
Was this all a game to test his reaction?
Natsuo put the paper down on the table. "A-Ahaha. You got me good. You shouldn't play pranks like that."
Silence.
Natsuo kept his back to Rui. He heard a kitchen drawer slide open. The clink of a utensil. The drawer shut. Rustling of a bag. Rhythmic thump, thump, thump of a knife on a cutting board. Rubbing the back of his neck, he struggled to keep his shaky voice sounding even. "So, uh, any particular reason for having a big dinner today?"
The cutting stopped.
"I want to eat a lot today."
A few weeks passed. Littered with one ominous encounter after another...
In the mornings, sometimes she'd come out of her room in her PJ's, with the buttons around her belly button undone. If Natsuo didn't point it out...
"I walked around like that all morning. Why didn't you say something?"
If Natsuo did...
"Why are you even eyeing me in my pajamas? Pervert."
It was easier to just leave for school before her.
After dinner, Rui would rub her stomach, lock eyes with Natsuo, and call out with a flat voice, "Ohhhh, I'm so stuffed. My stomach is just sooooo bloated."
Every time her mom would ask her about it...
"Rui, have you been putting on weight? Is there anything wrong? Something you want to talk about?"
...Rui would just wave her hand. "I'm fine. I don't really mind. But..." She'd stare at Natsuo, then tug at the hem of her school sweater. "These buttons are getting tight. Maybe I should get a larger size."
Natsuo plopped down in his desk chair, a new manila envelope in hand containing his latest science fiction short story. "Ahhhh." He shook his head as he pulled open his desk drawer. Flipping through the stack of envelopes, he grumbled, "I'm beginning to wonder if I ever should have written those two stories to begin with..."
Blinking, he stopped flipping. "Wait." He broke out into a cold sweat. Spine tingling, his eyes widened. Grabbing a manuscript, he pulled it up and out.
"This... This is..."
He swallowed hard. Wet his dry lips. Heart thumping, he opened the envelope and pulled out the contents.
"I want to eat a lot..."
"Tight buttons on her school uniform made her wonder if she should invest in a larger size..."
"Ate a family sized bag of chips all on her own, only to ask, 'Oh, I'm sorry! Did you want one?' "
"The story?!" He put his hand to his forehead. "Was it here all this time? No, it was definitely missing. Why would it show up now, weeks later?"
"What's wrong?"
"AHHHH!"
Natsuo bolted up from his chair, knocking it over. He dropped the envelope.
Rui took a step back. "What the... What's gotten into you?"
Rui's cheeks puffed up a bit over the past few weeks. Her chest took on some heft, having grown slightly larger, although it still wasn't the size of her sister's chest. It pushed down the collar of her sweater. Yet her stomach became large and round enough to be mistaken for a pregnant woman in her fourth term. It stretched her sweater's buttons taut, and forced up the hem of her sweater a bit. Her legs plumped up a bit as well, filling out her skirt.
"R-Rui?" Natsuo glanced at his desk, then back to her.
Rui crossed her arms. "What's going on? First I hear you talking to yourself like some kind of creep, then you don't answer the door."
Natsuo knelt down and picked up the envelope. He swept up the papers on his desk back into it.
"Well, uh."
It must have been in the drawer all along. Maybe it was buried between two other manuscripts or something.
Then... All his worries about Rui were completely unfounded.
He leaned into his desk, resting his palms on it. Gazing up at the ceiling, he breathed, "Thank goodness..."
Rui took a step back, frowning.
A wide smile on his face, Natsuo turned his head to her. "Oh, sorry. It's just I thought I lost a manuscript of mine, but it turned up today. Weird, huh?"
"Hmm. Is it really that weird?"
"Eh?"
"Isn't it normal to put something back once you're done with it?"
Natsuo paused. Heart sinking, he took a step back. "W-What... do you m-mean?"
Rui stared at him. "Like," she began, drawing the words out as if he was a child. "You finished making edits to it, so you put it back. You probably don't remember doing it is all. Have you been getting enough sleep lately? Those all nighters you pull worry me sometimes, you know."
Natsuo closed his eyes, sighing deeply.
"I... see..."
Silence.
"Natsuo. There's something I should tell you."
He heard clothes shifting. A warm presence near his side. Breath on his ear.
"I read it."
Natsuo jerked back. Eyes shot open.
"W-W-What?"
Rui backed up. "I read it."
"No, no, I head you. But read what?!"
"It."
"As in?!"
"The 'special' manuscript."
Natsuo's mouth flapped open. No words came out. Walking like a zombie, he shuffled to his bed, and plopped down.
Rui sat next to him.
Silence.
"At first," Rui began, eyes on the opposite wall. "I suspected you were writing about Hina-nee again, and that's why you got all secretive. So I snuck into your room and took the latest manuscript there. I never thought it'd be about your fetishes."
Natsuo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ahh, so that's it... C-Could we not call it a fetish? Please?"
"What would you call it, then?"
"A... preference?"
"Right. So, I decided to scare you a bit about your fetish. It was just supposed to be a one time thing, a joke because you kicked me out of your room."
Natsuo half closed his eyes as he glanced at her. "A joke? I remember you were the one who walked out."
Rui shot him a glare. Natsuo clammed up.
Rui lowered her head. "Anyway, I'm sorry I dragged it on for so long. I didn't think it was that big a deal."
"That sort of thing is terrifying to a guy!" Natsuo cried, turning to her. "I was worried sick that you'd tell the others, and what they'd think."
Rui raised an eyebrow. "Why would I? Even if I did, what would they say, anyway? You like fat girls. So what? If pressed, I'd have guessed you were into weirder things. They probably think the same."
Natsuo buried his head in his hands. "Ahhh. Somehow it's ten times more embarrassing when you say it out loud."
"But..." Rui's shoulders slumped. "When it got such big reactions out of you, that's when it hit me. This is it. This is the only thing I have over Hina-nee."
"Huh?!" Natsuo raised his head.
"You like everything about her more, don't you? Her voice, scent, breasts, the way she'd hold you... and her breasts."
"Why did you say that twice...?"
"It's just." Rui fingered her hair. "When I realized this gave me an edge, I couldn't stop myself." Face flushed, she looked away. "Even when she's not here, all you think about is Hina-nee. It wouldn't hurt to think of me sometimes, too."
"Rui..."
Kiriya's words echoed in Natsuo's head. "Perhaps once you've experienced more romantic relationships, you could ask your girlfriend if she'd be willing to gain weight for you."
Natsuo opened and closed his mouth. "Would you..."
Rui turned to him.
Natsuo shook his head. "No, never mind." He hugged her from the side.
Rui's eyes widened. Turned her head away. Face flushed. "This..." Rui rested her hands on her stomach. "This was supposed to be a punishment."
"I know."
"I don't know if you're supposed to like it or not."
"That's okay. I'm sorry I was ignoring you, Rui."
"Sheesh. How am I supposed to stay angry with you when you do stupid stuff like this?"
The two separated. Rui wouldn't make eye contact.
"Rui?"
"What now?"
"I think I'd like to write for a while. I have a new idea for a story."
Rui puffed out her cheeks as she turned to him. "Oh, so you're kicking me out again."
"Do you want to help me write it?"
Rui blinked. "I..." Rui stood up, clearing her throat. She straightened out her sweater. "I-I could help, but only for a bit. I have to make dinner soon."
Natsuo grinned. "Does that mean you 'want to eat a lot today?' "
"Shut up."
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Trails of Heavy Steel: Sizable Class Seven
Author's note: This story contains very light spoilers of Trails of Cold Steel I, and no spoilers of the previous or subsequent Trails games.
S. 1204. 9/19. Sunday.
"St-stop it already, Shi," Fujo demanded, a defiant frown and knit eyebrows on his face. "I can't take any more." Grunting, he wriggled his shoulders. Yet the chains around his chest and the chair held him back, their vice not budging.
Licking his lips, Shi stepped forward. Grabbed Fujo's chin. Lifted his head. Shi's emerald green eyes lit up, fueled by the blazing passion of his youth. They bore into Fujo's brilliant blue, melting the ice of his heart. "So says your lips," Shi chuckled. Running a finger down Fujo's chest, Shi drew the finger back around the protruding dome that comprised his victim's stomach. "Yet down here, you keep growling. You want more. And you know it."
Fujo's face turned crimson. Yet no matter how much he flailed, the chains did not break. They clinked as if in laughter at his resistance.
"In fact," Shi continued, "You want me to fill you up inside, don't you?" The man drew his hands closer to Fujo, placing them on his belt. Undoing the buckle slowly, he—
Emma tore her eyes from the pages, face blazing hotter than the flames of a Fire Bolt.
The Class President sat at the reading table in Thors's Literature Clubroom. Papers dotted the surface. Notes such as "Make this juicier," "Emphasize the shape of his body more," and "Research how fat feels to touch" filled the papers' margins. The plaid tablecloth had wrinkled, askew. Windows occupied the wall across the table, high sun illuminating the hibiscus flowers on the sill. A billboard with announcements of group reading and story proposal sessions hung on the wall to Emma's left. To her right stood another, smaller desk against the wall, flanked by bookshelves packed to the brim with thick volumes. The scent of new books mingled with the tang of grease and sweat.
Scooting her chair back, Emma placed the stack of papers in her hand on the table. "Phew."
"Heh, heh, heh," a low voice tittered. "So you've finished? I take it you were swept up by Shi's passionate feelings, or else you wouldn't look so enamored." Emma turned, regarding Dorothee. The writer sat at the smaller desk, hunched over a box of pizza. Cheeks bulging, she chewed with squelches. Gulping, she tore another slice from the box, cheese strings dangling. "Want one?" Rivers of orange grease ran between the slice's pepperoni cuts and sausage chunks. The grease dribbled onto the floor as Dorothee held it out. "Fresh from Kirsche's Cafe."
"I really shouldn't," Emma protested. Dorothee's hand didn't budge. "All right, all right. I can't say no to you."
Cackling, Dorothee took another bite of her slice. At the same time, Emma sighed and bit her own. Gooey cheese filled her mouth, and the pepperoni and sausage's sharp spices tickled her taste buds every time she chewed.
Stacks of empty pizza boxes filled the undersides of the desks. Judging from the appearances of these Literature Club members, it wasn't hard to imagine where the reading and writing snacks ended up. For chubby cheeks pressed against the underside of Emma's glasses, while a double chin forced her coat's collar undone. The blue ribbon around it had been tied loosely, yet with the ribbon buried within the valley between her monstrous boobs, that was impossible to tell. Each breast took on teardrop shapes. Tight against the many buttons of Thors's school coat, the coat's vertical lines only emphasized their curviness. Unable to see properly past them, the Class President had left Dorothee's manuscript across her breasts while reading. Her personal desk. Each breast sat atop her belly like books on a shelf, with her gut pushing the boobs apart. One breast dangled on each side, the three balls not only similar in size, but also in elevation. Emma's spherical paunch protruded out to her knees. Wide hips filled out her skirt, and thickened thighs supported them. The fat in her thighs forced the stockings' hem down to her knees, eliminating her zettai ryouiki.
Dorothee didn't look much different. Her cheeks had become saggy, pushing her glasses down her nose. A double chin dangled, swallowing her neck. Rather than taking on voluptuous curves like Emma's, Dorothee's breasts were flabby, shapeless sacks. A stomach consisting of stacks of flabby rolls pushed up the hem of her uniform, leaving her bottom roll exposed. Said roll drooped over her skirt's waistband. The writer's hips had flared out, surpassing the edges of the chair. The plaid pattern on her skirt highlighted the curves in her hips and rear. The flab flattened out against the chair's back, smooshing the fat halfway up it.
"So, so? What did you think?" Dorothee inquired, squirming in her seat as she took short breaths. Each movement sent her butt congealing around the chair's edges.
Emma tried to peer at the manuscript in question, yet her breasts eclipsed most of the view. "It... was di-different," she decided, voice meek. "Definitely different." Emma took a bite out of her pizza, chewing slowly.
Dorothee's put her slice down in the box and got up from the chair, butt bouncing. "It is, isn't it? I tried appealing to a niche within a niche. Publishers kept rejecting my other works, but if I find the right audience, they're sure to accept it."
I think that just made your writing even more unpublishable than usual, Emma thought, shaking her head as she swallowed.
Circling around the larger table, Dorothee approached Emma's side. "What part got you the most?" The writer bent over the table, jutting her butt in the air. Her hips brushed against Emma's love handles. Eyes skimming the manuscript, she wondered, "Was it the way Shi kept pushing Fujo's stomach beyond the limits?" She flipped a page. "Ooooooh, or when Fujo's bloated, stuffed gut burst through the chains?"
Taking the last bite of her pizza, Emma's eyes followed Dorothee's down to the manuscript. "Took off." "Prodded." "Groped."
Reddening, she stood, the chair's legs screeching as they slid on the marble floor. Emma walked up to a trash can near the windows, breasts swinging every step. They threatened to send another button flying behind one of the bookshelves. She tossed out the crust.
Sucking in a breath, she turned to Dorothee. "Dorothee." Emma's position as head of Class VII left her in the habit of mothering all classmates. Yet the writer in question just ran her tongue across her teeth as analyzed the manuscript. "I think it's wonderful you're exploring new avenues with your writing," Emma began. "However, I'm... concerned this isn't publishable."
"Pssh," Dorothee jeered with a wave of her hand. "Of course not."
Emma blinked. "Oh?" All confidence in her tone vanished. "Then... you don't plan to publish this?"
"Not now, no. It's incomplete as-is." Panting, drool leaked out a corner of Dorothee's mouth. "I need to perform much, much more research." Curling and uncurling her fingers, The writer's eyes glazed over Emma's body. "How fat feels under the assault of aggressive fingers... the heft of several hundred pounds on another body..." Slurping up the drool, she asked, "You don't expect me to write such daring things without first-hand experience, do you?"
A churning sensation, much like the one that coursed through Emma the first time she finished one of Dorothee's "daring" manuscripts, rose in the pit of Emma's stomach. "I guess not," she admitted. The Class President stepped away.
Maneuvering around the table, Dorothee sauntered up to her, teetering from side to side. Each motion sent a wobble through her hips. "Will you... help me perform some hands-on research?"
Laughing sheepishly, Emma took a step to the side. "A-ahaha. I think I should be going. I have studying to do, and..." Dorothee mirrored her movement, arms raised as if a predator intimidating its prey. "A-and I believe I've had quite enough of this kind of prurient material for one—"
In a mock kabedon, Dorothee slammed her palms on the window. Yet the juxtaposition of Dorothee's smaller frame leering over Emma's ruined the domination effect. With an, "Eeep!" Emma shrunk her shoulders, eyes wide. Grinning ear to ear, Dorothee pressed her belly into Emma's, pushing the Class President into the window. With a bang, the panes vibrated. Emma's back rolls splayed out against it. The view from outside would have shown a mass of maroon covering an entire pane, rendering it impossible to see inside.
As Dorothee wheezed heavy breaths, she leered further. The writer's multitude of stomach rolls, tightened from gorging on pizza, dug into Emma's softer, larger paunch. The writer's round stomach wrapped around Dorothee's waist, a hug with no arms.
Opening her mouth wide, Dorothee panted, inches from Emma's face. "Forget about studying for one day," she insisted. Her breath fogged up Emma's glasses as the putrid stench of pepperoni filled the Class President's nostrils. "We're making Erebonian history here. This story will fly off the shelves, awakening new passions in young men and women alike all across the country—no, all of Zemuria!"
Annnnnnnnnnd she's gone, Emma thought, sighing. There's no reasoning with her when she gets like this. Face flushing, she turned away. "Re-research what you need, then." Spotting the glint in Dorothee's eye, she stipulated, "But only what you need!"
Cackling, Dorothee took her hands off the window, clasping them on both sides of Emma's belly. "Hee, hee, this sort of thing is what comes next..." Pushing both hands into Emma's stomach, the writer observed as the fat melded under the pressure. It stretched from an orb to a vertical oval, the top of the oval peeking up between Emma's breasts. This pushed her breasts apart, and a button snapped off her top. It smacked into Dorothee's own breasts, sending a ripple through the tiny mounds. The button rolled off their guts and onto the floor.
"Hmmm," Dorothee intoned, "it's so much softer when it's not stuffed. How educational." Whipping her hands away from Emma's gut, she watched as it snapped back into place, the three orbs of her breasts and belly jiggling. "Perhaps the others would be a better reference for how Fujo's gut feels...?
"Othe—o-oh!"
Dorothee reached her hands towards Emma's breasts, palms upturned. Placing them under Emma's boobs, she lifted the sacks of lard. As the writer's flabby arms burned, it felt as though Dorothee were trying to lift two sheep single handedly. The tear-drop breasts drooped around her hands, sagging, but hardly lifting an inch. The remaining buttons over her breasts popped off simultaneously, shooting under Dorothee's arms and across the room.
"The texture, it's so different from your stomach!" Dorothee exclaimed, turning her head this way and that as she sized up her friend's breasts. "So taut, so much heavier."
One eye shut, Emma recoiled. The back of her head hit the window with a thud. "Everyone can see us!"
"Tsk," Dorothee protested, retracting her hands. "If exhibition play isn't good enough..." Grabbing Emma's shoulders, she dragged the writer around in a circle. Emma stumbled, sending wobbles through her thighs. Her breasts flailed, offering glimpses of her lacy black bra now that no buttons covered it. Grunting, Dorothee forced Emma into the table's side. Papers slid off, scattering about the room. A chair fell over, hitting the floor with a bang. "We'll try something a little more daring."
Emma's glasses hung half off her face. Blinking rapidly, she squinted as Dorothee shoved her full weight onto Emma with aggressive, thunderous steps. The two's stomachs collided again. As Dorothee darted forward, Emma backed up, pushing the table further and further. A piercing screech filled the room as the legs skid. The table's back collided with the bookshelves at the head of the room, leaving only a foot between the table edge and the door out. Books fell out the shelves in an avalanche, flipping open to random pages as they slid on the floor and table.
Jolting her arms up, Emma straightened her glasses and looked around. "Th-this will take ages to clean. Dorothee, you must—"
"It's too late! No artist stops the relentless march of the creative process midway."
With the table unable to take the brunt of Dorothee's advances any longer, Emma found herself inching her bottom onto the table. She scooted back until she sat atop it. The table groaned, yet not as much as Dorothee did. Drool leaked out the side of her mouth as the writer followed Emma, hoisting one leg up. She wrapped the leg around Emma, then did the same with her other one.
Legs spread so far the joints ached, Dorothee reached her free hands towards Emma's breasts, grabbing both sides of her coat from the inside edges. Grunting, she pulled them apart. A ripping sound echoed throughout the room as the fabric around her stomach tore along with it. The blob of flesh spilled out, eager to enjoy its release. This mass forced Dorothee to scooch back. Yet had the force been even slightly stronger, the rubber band effect of her belly being freed would have sent Dorothee sailing onto the floor.
Only Emma's sleeves and the back of her coat remained intact, leaving her chest exposed. The bra clung for dear life, hardly covering a third of the boobs. Rips dotted the fabric between each cup and along the straps suspending them.
Slurping drool back in, Dorothee clasped Emma's breasts, one for each hand. The writer sunk her pinky fingers in as far as they could, sinking so far they became invisible beneath the flesh. The further Dorothee pushed, the tauter the breasts became, as if heavy iron balls filled the inside, wrapped in soft, squishy fat. Dorothee squeezed each of her other fingers into the flesh, pressing until they too could feel the iron weights within. Panting, Dorothee shoved her hands apart, forcing the breasts to shift with her. She rocked them back and forth as Emma moaned, throwing her head back.
"Th-this can't be helpful for a boy's love story, can it?" Emma insisted, wriggling her shoulders as she scooted her rear back. Now in the middle of the table, it creaked ominously as Dorothee, clinging to Emma with her legs in an unshakable grip, slid with her.
Dorothee pulled Emma's breasts back together and squished them into one another. They pressed together, fat smooshing at the top and bottoms. The flab at the top half obscured Emma's face, while the bottom pressed into her belly.
"St-stop it already, Dorothee!" Emma cried. "I can't take any more."
"So says your lips," Dorothee declared, her voice coming out in a raspy gurgle, thick from swallowing down drool. Taking her hands off Emma's breasts, she rested them on the sides of the Class President's stomach. "Yet down here, you keep growling. You want more. And you know it.
"In fact..." Trailing her hands towards the hem of Emma's skirt, Dorothee cooed, "You want me to fill you up inside, don't you?"
Emma threw her shoulders out and kicked her legs up. Yet Dorothee's legs didn't so much as flinch. A creaking sound filled the room as the two cried and shrieked, a cacophony of delight and frustration.
Two bangs resounded as the table split in half, the ground underneath them giving way. Emma slammed down, face up. Despite hundreds of pounds colliding with the floor, the impact hardly made a sound. For the Class President's back rolls took the brunt of the fall, smooshing under the weight of their owner.
The two breathed heavily, wide eyed as they stared at each other. Emma swallowed once.
Craning her neck and smooshing out her double chin, Emma gaped over Dorothee's shoulder at the shambles of the room. The tablecloth covered the floor, trapped beneath Emma's rear. Each half of the table pressed into the walls. Wood splinters poked out the edges, stabbing the floor. An inkwell on the table had spilled and coated several papers that had spilled during the commotion.
The pitter patter of footsteps behind them. Gasping, Emma snapped her head to the door. "Oh, no!"
With a click, the door opened. It pressed into Emma, the edge cementing itself between Emma's butt cheeks. No matter how hard the person behind it shoved, the door was powerless to push past such an oversized obstacle.
Huffing and puffing, Towa poked her head in. The Student Council President had pudgy cheeks that flailed from the sudden movement. Pouting, she wriggled against the door. Her torso popped out, revealing that her flat chest had taken on two tiny clumps of fat, smaller than even Dorothee's pair. Puffing out her cheeks, she repeatedly thrust her body, letting out little, "Mmrrgh! Mrrrrrrgh!" noises all the while. With an almost audible pop, her belly flung itself through the gap in the door. The sphere distorted into an elliptical mass, splayed against the edge of the door. This forced Emma's butt cheeks to spread uncomfortably far apart as the door dug further into her. Wiping her brow, Towa stepped her thick calves and plump thighs around the door, finally entering. Evidently, the hard worker had a few too many snacks while plugging away at paperwork in her office.
"Is everyone all right?!" Towa cried, wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand. "I heard all these terrible noises down the hall and... I... " The light voice died in her throat as she took in the room. As well as the precarious position the two club members found themselves in. "Oh."
Emma stood, breasts bouncing. They smacked Dorothee's face, knocking her off. "Guh!"
Shaking her head, Emma placed a hand atop her chest. Towa's eyes became as big as plates as the two orbs undulated inches from the short Student Council President's face.
"W-we can explain! It's not what it looks like. We were—"
"Enthralled by the raging passions of youth!" Dorothee declared as she stood, straightening her glasses. Whirling her head about, she spotted a feather pen on the floor and blank paper spread around it. Bolting towards them, she scooped them up, then hunched over them in a corner.
Hands shielding her eyes, Towa's voice came out in a squeak. "I-I don't think this is an appropriate way for students to use their clubrooms!" Throwing the door open, she darted out and slammed it behind her. Another book fell off a shelf.
The only sounds in the room were Dorothee inane mutters, punctuated by giggles ("Soft as a cushion...? As heavy as a Rhinocider? Oooo, I like that one") and the scritching of the pen tip against paper.
With a heavy sigh, Emma pushed up her glasses. Scanning the disorganized spattering of papers across the floor, the ink spill seeping towards the underside of a bookshelf, books strewn about, and the destroyed table, she reasoned she'd have to be the one to put the room back together.
Assuming she could manage to button up again to make herself presentable first.
"That's it, keep it up, Laura. You're making good time today!" Monica called, voice cracking.
The words alternated between clarity and a gabled mess as Laura's head bobbed in and out of water. Beads of sweat dotted the swordsman's forehead as she pinwheeled her arms. Each rotation propelled her through the water in the school pool. All the while, she kicked her legs up and down, a breaststroke with the practiced form and fluidity of a professional swimmer...
"You'll definitely make it to the end of the pool today. I know you'll fulfill your goal of swimming 50 arge all by yourself."
...That is, if it weren't for one thing holding Laura back.
Once described as having the fluidity of a fish by Rean, Laura could only be likened to a whale now. Flabby bingo wings weighed down the swimmer's formerly toned arms. Their flab sagged over her elbows, hiding them. Whenever her arms broke the surface of the water, the bingo wings flailed like mad in the air, and when underwater, the flab floated out, suspended. Yet they weren't the only thing slowing the swordsman down. Flabby thighs made lifting her legs a workout. At the apex of a kick, she felt a burning sensation in her thigh. Lowering the leg afterwards was less an effort and more a release, letting her constricted muscle go and the weight of her thigh do the rest. The dread would be lifting it again. And again. And again. With how fast Laura used to be, perhaps her times wouldn't have slowed so significantly even with these hefty handicaps. But her belly proved the mightiest obstacle. The blubbery mass took on two rolls, dangling so far they smooshed against the bottom of the pool. They stretched her swimsuit into a mess, lowering the top so far as to show off the entirety of her meager cleavage. The bottom hem of the swimsuit, intended to reach the tops of her thighs, now formed a V, splayed over the front of her rolls instead. The fat seeping out the edges of the rolls bulged to an outrageous degree, squished tight. Whenever Laura took off her swimsuit, there would be thick lines of demarcation across her stomach where the swimsuit had been. Each roll spread across her whole frame, coming around her sides with thick love handles that stacked atop one another. Said love handles brushed against the sides of the pool. The rolls even rounded to the back, joining her back rolls.
At this point, swimming was less a challenge to speed one's body across the surface of water and more a challenge to slide it through the undersized partitions of the pool. Gritting her teeth, Laura kicked her legs and swung her arms harder, sending ripples through her thighs and vibrations through her bingo wings. All this, and her belly barely skid forward, her love handles pinning her in place.
Droplets dripped off Laura's forehead, plopping into the water. This is incredible training, Laura thought, gritting her teeth. I've never worked up such a sweat.
The swordsman snuck a glance at Monica. The fellow swimming club member normally would run along the side of the pool to keep up with her swimming senpai, eyes darting between Laura and the stopwatch in her hand as her eyebrows knit. But this time Monica abled along, only sneaking an occasional, casual glance at the stopwatch, expression neutral.
That Monica, Laura thought, smiling. She must be putting on such a casual act so as to not excite me, worried that it could prove a distraction. I can think of no other reason one would look so disinterested while watching a workout as intense as this.
Monica rounded the pool, standing at the edge. "You're almost there, Laura. Just a little more, okay?"
Huffing, Laura's breaststroke formation broke as she pawed at the water. Letting her legs fall, thighs hitting the underside of her bottom belly roll, she placed her feet on the pool floor. Repeatedly surging her legs back and forth, her belly shuffled forward. The display looked like a beached seal wriggling about.
Grunting, Laura stretched out a hand towards the wall of the end of the pool. Brushing the tips of her fingers against it, the swordsman cried. "There!" Sucking in heaves of air, she raised her head.
Clapping, Monica smiled, eyebrows raised. "You did it! That was 50 arge, just like your goal. You even did it without me helping." The fellow swimmer held out her hands. Laura reached up, clasping them. Smile on her lips thinning and eyebrows knitting, Monica backed up.
Laura hoisted a leg above the surface, slamming her pudgy foot down on the tile floor. Water flecked off her leg as her calves and thighs rippled. The inside of her thigh pressed against her belly rolls, smooshing them to the side. With a grunt that sounded more like a cry of pain, Laura lifted her other leg and planted it on the floor. This forced her belly rolls to be squeezed between her thighs, distorting the fat into a mess of bulging flesh. It filled the gap between her legs completely. The stretched bottom roll wrapped between her legs, brushing against the bottom of her rear behind her. When Laura stood, the belly sprung back to its normal shape, pushing out. It hit Monica, causing the poor girl to stumble as she skid backwards.
As Monica straightened, Laura got a good look at her. The swimmer had bulked up, yet not in the way one would expect after daily pool exercises. For her cheeks puffed out, caressing her bangs. Her breasts became round handfuls of fat, outstripping Laura's despite the few hundred pounds the swordsman had on her. The soccer balls pushed down the hem of her swimsuit, revealing inches of cleavage. From profile view, one could see that the swimsuit hugged only the front of these meaty mammaries, allowing one to observe the entire sides of her bulbous breasts. Rather than taking on distinct rolls, Monica's waist pushed outwards, fluffier all around, yet not enough to be called a muffin top just yet. Chunky thighs filled the gap between her legs. Despite the extra weight all over her body, the swimmer paradoxically had toned arms, with bulges for biceps. Undoubtedly, lifting Laura out of the pool gave Monica more of a workout than Laura got by swimming through it.
"Heh, but of course I made it," Laura boasted. "An Arseid would never let a little pool such as this prove an obstacle." With a, "Phew," she ran the back of a hand across her forehead. Patches drenched Laura's modest breasts and the surface of her gut. Yet if it was from sweat or water, it was impossible to tell.
Upturning her eyebrows, Monica handed her a towel. "U-uh-huh."
Blotting her face, Laura studied the pool. A slanted tower of glistening windows comprised the wall to Laura's right, letting sunlight in like a greenhouse would. The pool stretched from Laura's feet across to the other side of the room, looking quite the short distance compared to how sore Laura's muscles felt and how quickly her heart raced. To her left, a balcony overlooked the pool, suspended by pillars. The sharp scent of chlorine filled the air.
Turning back to Monica, Laura inquired, "How was my time?"
Glancing down at the stopwatch, Monica flinched. "Um. Let's not worry about times." Eye twitching, she held up an index finger. "You used to always tell me that it's not the time that matters, but the consistent effort!"
Laughing, Laura handed the towel back. "Ha, ha, you are absolutely right. With an attitude like that, you make a fine coach."
"A-ahahaha..."
Laura folded her arms out in front of her. The motion pressed her bingo wings into her chest. Had I pushed myself, I could easily have achieved an even better time, she reasoned. Yet by pretending to be slow, I've allowed Monica to outspeed me and become my coach. It's easier to learn while in a leadership position, so this is a perfect opportunity for Monica to grow further.
*grrrrrRRRRRROOOOOooooOOOOWWWwwwwLLLLlllll...*
A growl pierced the air, emanating from the depths of Laura's stomach. Coughing into her fist, Laura demanded, "A-ahem. Monica, tell me. Did you bring any snacks again?"
Kneeling, Monica unzipped the shoulder bag on the tiled floor. She looked up at Laura, holding out a stack of pre-packaged tomato sandwiches. Swiping one, Laura shook her head. A bit of drool formed at the edge of her mouth as her pudgy, wet fingers skid off the plastic. "This is unacceptable," she declared, voice lacking any indignation. "One shouldn't be thinking about food while training. To become skilled at anything one must—" the bag slid out of her fingers and onto the floor. "Become strong in both body and mind," Laura finished, frowning as she lowered her head. Yet with that titanic gut sticking out, she could not see the bag. It had skid between her legs, one of Laura's many blind spots.
Pursing her lips, Monica bent over. Her breasts drooped towards the floor, gravity pulling on the balls with all its might. They jiggled as Monica reached for the sandwich, pushing the swimsuit hem down further until she showed off even more cleavage. Grunting, Monica strained her arm out further. As she inched towards Laura, she found herself pushing her head against Laura's belly. She wriggled her fingers, brushing them against the corner of the packaging. Puffing out her cheeks, she turned her head, lying her ear flat against Laura's belly.
*grrrrrRRRRROOOOWWWWWLLLLLLllllll.*
A second, louder growl burst forth from Laura's stomach at that moment. The sudden noise blasting in her ear caused Monica to let out a yelp. "Wah!" Her arm jerked forward, snatching up the snack.
Monica stood up straight. Yet Laura's eyes focused somewhere below her classmate's face instead of the sandwich. Following her gaze, Monica gasped. One of the straps of Monica's swimsuit had shifted, dangling over her arm instead of her shoulder. This left nearly every inch of her oversized, balloon-for-a boob exposed.
"I-I'm so sorry, I... I'll fix it right away!" Flushed, Monica grabbed the swimsuit strap and hiked it up. As she did, the swimsuit's fabric pressed against her breast, breast retracting it towards her torso. The fat spread out like a pancake, the soft, succulent flesh smooshing against the side of her other breast. She pulled the strap taut, tugging it over her shoulder, then let it go with a snap. Her breasts bounced like mad from the motion.
Pinching the tomato sandwich bag, Monica tore it open with a whimper. Laura had her grubby hand digging inside the packaging before Monica could hand it to her.
Shoving the entire thing in her mouth, Laura declared, "Mmmphh, phew pheed phore phelf phishpheephine." Gulping it down, Laura belched, a deep, manly reverberation from her throat. "*hoooOOOOAAAARRRPPppp!*" Without so much as flinching after that outburst, Laura wagged her index finger like a parent lecturing a child. "It's because you keep bringing all these snacks that you got so out of shape. That's why I started confiscating them. A slovenly body looks poor on a warrior, be it a warrior of the sword or of the sea."
Monica's face burned pinker than her hair. "Well," she said, "You would know best, Laura."
S. 1204. 9/20. Monday.
"Phewwee," Sara cried, stretching her arms above her head. Body trembling as she heard a series of pops from her arms, she sighed. "The days are feeling longer and longer lately," she noted. Gripping a shoulder, she rotated it with a crack. "Mmm, and yet, the night's still young.♥"
The Class VII instructor strolled through the streets of Trista, high heels clomping on the stone pathway. Iron fences bordered the path, and the green-yellow leaves in the honeylocust trees behind them swayed, rustled by a nippy wind. Street lamps dotted the path at regular intervals, lights on. Tiny bugs buzzed about them.
"Nothing could match this scenery better than a mug of beer," Sara mused, smiling. "I deserve a cup or three after my hard work today."
Hardly working could be more accurate. For rather than teach combat tactics, the instructor saw fit to spend her class time using a Combat Shell like a chair. She leisurely watched her supersized students scramble to defeat combat shells, the girls more likely to trip over their own bellies or tip over from the heft of their breasts than land a decisive blow.
Even the paperwork she was supposed to routinely file she left to Towa instead. But it wasn't Sara's fault that Towa volunteered to do everything all the time, was it? It'd have been way too rude to say no to a willing, eager youth offering to help an instructor, she reasoned. Though I do wonder why the poor dear looked so spooked today.
Spotting the sudden incline in the road that led to Trista's park, Sara slowed her walk to a crawl, wincing. "Man," she complained, placing a foot down on the incline before her. "It's days like these I wish I had one of those Orbal Bikes little Rean zips around on." Groaning, she hoisted herself up the ramp. "I may be a young maiden at heart, but I'm no spring chicken anymore."
The instructor looked more like a withered cow. Fat cheeks caused lines under her eyes she swore up weren't wrinkles, and a triple chin engulfed her entire neck. This forced her to discard the band she normally kept around it. A fashion statement was less important than choking to death. Instructor Neithardt was always lecturing her for "Putting on such an improper display" of her breasts in front of the students, yet now, he'd given up all hope. It'd have been impossible to completely cover them, for they had ballooned until each one was only a little smaller than Emma's. Yet unlike Emma's curvaceous pair, Sara's sagged, as if the balloons had a little air let out. They drooped over the belt around her torso, hiding it from sight. Unable to shield students from the sight, her dress's collar had been tugged down so far, it left the entirety of her cleavage on display. One would have been able to see the flesh between the breasts had the bags of fat not been smooshed together at their sides. A single-rolled, ovular stomach protruded from her waist, drooping to just above her knees. The dress couldn't even cover it properly; it wrapped around the bottom of her stomach, leaving her underbelly exposed. The leather strap connecting the collar of her dress with the bottom hem had snapped, dangling out in front of Sara instead. Each step caused the strap to smack against her belly. Chunky thighs would have split the dress to shreds from their sheer width, so perhaps it was a stroke of luck the dress couldn't fit past her gut. The thigh flab formed several rolls, each lined with rows of cellulite. They'd have made for an embarrassing display that'd have totally ruined the Cool, Responsible Teacher vibe she believed she had, yet the navy coat she wore managed to cover them just enough. It also hid the fact her dress didn't cover an inch of her enormous ass. Should a playful gust of wind toss the coat up, it'd have shown off to students that her black panties were the only thing keeping the swollen butt cheeks covered. They stuck out so far that the coat's hem hung level with the backs of her knees instead of inches off the ground.
Each step up the ramp pressed her flabby thighs into the underside of her belly and sent wobbles through her breasts and rear. Upon reaching the top, she sighed. Maybe make that four beers, she thought. And plenty of food to go with them.
Scanning the park, Sara rubbed the small of her back, grimacing. Tall retailers with their lights off surrounded a fence in the center of the park. The fence formed an ovular border. Within it were plants arranged in troughs, each lined up vertically. Patches of grass and benches edged the inside of the fence.
And on one of those benches...
"What am I gonna do with you," Sara chuckled, whispering. "You'll catch a cold if you keep sleeping out here."
...Was Sara's student, Fie. The tiny sleepyhead was on her side, hands folded together under her head. Chubby cheeks pressed against the hands. Despite not having a double chin to upset it, Fie's bow remained as slovenly tied as ever. No longer flat-chested, Fie's breasts swelled to ridiculous proportions for someone her size, each one as large as her head. The side of one breast pressed into the bench, squishing the seat's edge and drooping past it. The other breast pushed into the former one, weighed by gravity. They formed tight curves and perfect spheres, unlike Sara's. The top four buttons of her coat were undone, a habit Sara had seen Emma repeatedly encourage Fie to break. Yet "Yours always snap off," is all Fie would say, as if that justified leaving her breasts flailing about wherever she went. A fluffy, round belly hiked up Fie's coat a bit. Smaller than even Towa's, Fie kept it tucked in her skirt. Less to keep herself modest and more because it was too cold. Yet this stretched the fabric of her skirt taut, and what little shape her belly did have became emphasized by the skirt's pleats. With the skirt hiked up so far, her humongous hips were left exposed. The bench was intended to seat three, but Fie could have easily taken up the entirety of it between her hips and ass. The bulging masses protruded out from Fie's sides and back so far that students gave her a wide berth in the halls. Her habit of sleeping on the floor became dangerous, as tripping over her butt, which would hang high in the air whenever she'd sleep on her belly, became commonplace for the studentry. Right now, on the bench, they still made trouble for Fie. For her butt stuck out so far that her legs were forced off the bench entirely. Her hips left her entire body contorted at an acute angle, elevating her far off the bench's surface.
Tip-toeing, Sara made her way past the fence and towards Kirsche's Cafe & Inn across from it. Just a few more steps and she'd be in that bar, pounding beers and—
"No need to sneak, Instructor," came a grumble. "I'm up."
Fie sat up, rubbing her eyes. The bench creaked and groaned as Fie stood, as if letting out a cheer. Was it just Sara, or did the wood look like it caved in where Fie had laid down?
Hand on her hip, Sara meandered over. "Impressive," she noted, walking through the gap in the fence. "You knew it was me without even opening your eyes. It must be thanks to my brilliant teaching skills honing your combat instincts."
Half closing her eyes, Fie remarked, "Not like anyone else would be up this late."
"I'm just up to get a quick beer. Besides, I can't help but notice that you're up 'this late' too."
"Mrrgh." Putting a hand to her mouth, Fie let out a yawn. "That's just 'cause I slept too much during the day." Grabbing the hem of her skirt, the former mercenary hiked it up further. "Feels too good to sleep after a binge." Fie put her hands on her back, moaning as she stretched. "Mmmmmm."
Fie's stomach protruded, slipping the skirt down. Poking Fie's tummy, Sara jeered, "Just one, huh?"
Frowning, Fie scrunched up her eyebrows. "Ja. Just one, like how you're having just one beer."
"Tch. Smart aleck." Sara ruffled Fie's hair. A year ago, Fie would have smacked her hand away and sullenly wandered off. Yet now, Fie stood in place, lowering her head like a cat would, letting Sara rub the back of her head too.
"Sleeping all day like that, you must be getting pretty comfy here at Thors, huh?"
"It's... okay," Fie answered, voice quiet.
Can't fool me, Sara thought. After growing up on battlefields, I know full well how hard it is to relax and be at ease the way you are now. You've really grown, kiddo.
"I'm in a generous mood," Sara mused aloud, retracting her hand. Nodding at the cafe, she offered, "Wanna hit up the bar with me? I'll buy you a beer."
"I'm underage," Fie noted, eyeing the cafe.
"Soda, then."
Fie turned away, the motion sending her butt bobbing. With her skirt hiked up over her hips, the student's white panties were left completely exposed. One side had bunched up into her crack, revealing the cellulite dotting the ass's vast surface. Hobbling towards the bench, bunching the panties even further up all the while, Fie admitted, "I'd rather try sleeping again."
Grabbing Fie's collar like a kitten, Sara snapped, "Ohhhh no you don't. You're not getting a cold out here on my watch."
Sara dragged Fie, still gripping the collar as they made their way for the cafe. As the former mercenary's shoes skid on the stone path, the only other sound was the buzzing of insects.
"...ank... ou," came a mumble. "For always taking care of me...."
"Hmm? What was that?" Sara stopped, looking over her shoulder and grinning. "I didn't quite hear it."
Fie averted her eyes. "I said I'm gonna drink you under the table once I'm of age."
"Oho," Sara laughed. "You will, will you? It's so on."
The corners of Fie's lips upturned in a tiny smile.
Placing a hand on the cafe door, Sara pushed it open.
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Girl Und Girl
Author's Note: I wrote this story many years ago. It's level of quality may not reflect a story that I could have written nowadays.
In Ooarai Girls' Academy's garage, Saori stood beside the Anglerfish Team's Panzer IV. Humming a perky tune, she sprayed bleach on the turret wing. Scrubbed it with a handkerchief. Smiled at her reflection.
"Arrrrghh!" A voice cried near the entrance. "Whyyyy? Over something like that...."
"Huh?" Saori turned to see Yuuki hobbling in, frowning. "Yuuki-chan?" Clambering up to the viewport of the Panzer IV, Saori patted next to her. "Something wrong?"
"Saori-chaaaan," Yuuki whined. She climbed the treads' mudguard and plopped her head onto Saori's lap.
"Ehh?"
Yuuki peered up at Saori. "I need love advice. How can I be popular with boys?"
Saori puffed out her chest. "Oh, ho?" Smirked. "WELL, let me tell you everything there is to know about b—"
"My boyfriend dumped me when he found out I practice Senshado." Taking on a nasally tone, Yuuki sneered, " 'The Rabbit Team? As if Senshado wasn't girly enough.' "
Blinking, Saori cut herself off. She nodded repeatedly. "He's no good, then. In my experience, guys should be crazy for you because of Senshado. So you shou—"
Yuuki threw her arms up in the air, clenching and opening her fists. "Oooooo, how I wish I could have whacked him good with the M3 Lee's barrel!" Sitting up, she whipped around to face Saori, brows knit. "Saori-chan, what should I do?"
A bead of sweat dripped down Saori's forehead. "Ah, well, like I was saying—"
Yuuki lulled her head back. "Haaaaaaah, forget it. I think I should give up on guys entirely."
Saori's eyes widened. "Eh?! Yuuki-chan, you can't be serious!"
Straightening, Yuuki stretched her arms over her head. "Mmmmm. Well, guys don't like me anyway." She rolled her head, eliciting a few pops. "It's the same with you, right?"
Saori slumped. "That's... um."
"Yeah. I've decided!" Yuuki jumped up, standing on the mudguard in a T pose. "Thanks for your advice, Saori-chan."
What advice?
Turning around, Yuuki grinned down at Saori. "I'm going to try going out with girls." She teetered back and forth on the mudguard.
Saori stood and extended a hand. "Ah, be careful!"
Yuuki's feet slid off. "Uwah!" Flailing her arms, she grabbed Saori's hand and pulled. They both slammed onto the cement floor.
Face up and eyes spinning, Yuuki stared at the ceiling. "Uuuuu..."
Saori held her head as her brain rattled. Wincing, she glanced down at her companion's crumpled form. Saori's eyes widened. Her hand was grabbing Yuuki's breast. It felt soft and malleable, despite its average size. "Ah!" Turning redder by the second, Saori noticed Yuuki's shirt was raised, teasing a shot of her belly button, and her collar was pulled down just enough to show cleavage.
Yuuki's voice echoed in her head. I think I should give up on guys entirely. I'm going to try going out with girls.
Yuuki shook her head like a wet dog. Blinking, she stared up at Saori. "Saori-chan? You can let go now."
Yuuki's eyes drifted from Saori's face. Saori followed her gaze. They noticed Saori's low collar revealed several inches of cleavage. "Ah, ah, um, I—!"
Yuuki grinned, then poked Saori's breast. "Ehehe."
"Eep!"
Saori glanced between Yuuki's breasts and her face.
Well, guys don't like me anyway. It's the same with you, right?
Saori's face flushed. Her heart beat faster.
"*BwooOORp.*" Yuuki slapped her belly. It jiggled and rippled. "Ahh, haven't eaten a bite and the gas is already coming."
Yuuki and Saori walked side by side in the school cafeteria. Turning to her, Yuuki rubbed Saori's tummy. "How 'bout you, Girlfriend? Hungry?" She leaned back and stared at Saori's ass. "Goodness knows you need a lot of fuel to haul your tank butt around."
"Maybe just a lit—" *grrrroooOWWWLlll.* Saori rubbed the side of her belly. "Oooo."
In the months that followed after Saori began going out with Yuuki, the two went on many a "dinner date," or so they called their frequent trips to the school cafeteria. It showed. Even Saori's face took on fat; her cheeks were puffy, and a small double chin had formed. Saori's breasts were massive, each bigger than her head. They pushed the collar down enough to show inches of cleavage and rode up the hem below, revealing her belly button. Her fluffy oval-of-a stomach drooped past her waistline. Said belly was tucked into her skirt, but tears had formed in the sides, revealing glimpses of her pink panties. A massive rear easily filled these panties, leaving rips across them as well. Flabby, multiple-rolled thighs barely fit within her tight leggings. These thighs rubbed one another with every step.
Yuuki wasn't any smaller. A hearty double chin wrapped around her face, and hefty upper arm fat tore holes in her sleeves. While her breasts barely grew, her belly more than made up for it. The giant, fluffy oval rested on her knees and stuck out in front of her. Her shirt couldn't contain an inch, opting to let it hang out in its jiggly glory. This left her deep navel exposed. Double rolled love handles spilled out from the gap between her shirt and skirt. Her swollen thighs were unhindered by leggings, showing off the countless dimples lining their sides.
Turning her head and squishing out her double chin in the process, Yuuki jeered, "Hmm? 'Just a little' hungry, you said?"
The two picked out their food: enough trays of takoyaki to supply a festival. Saori balanced three trays on her breasts, while Yuuki rested her two on her belly.
"Okay, okay, I admit it." Stars sparkled in Saori's eyes as she gazed at the steaming takoyaki, a huge smile on her face. Her puffy cheeks dimpled. "I'm starving!"
Yuuki poked Saori's dimple. "Someone's eager. Shall I feed them to you?"
Gaping, Saori glanced around the room. "B-but we've never done that before. And people will stare...."
"Oh, pshh. Come on, it'll be fun."
Saori knit her eyebrows. "W-well, if YOU really want to." Her belly growled, and Saori's face burned.
The two placed their takoyaki trays down and sat at their table, side by side. Saori took up two chairs. Yet even then, her hips hung off the sides, and her butt filled the gaps in the back. Grinning, Yuuki rubbed Saori's belly. She slowly inched up her shirt until her entire stomach was exposed. "Well then, here I come~"
Yuuki grabbed a takoyaki ball with one hand then shoved it in Saori's mouth. Chewing, Saori leaned back. Her puffy cheeks stuck out. A smile lit Yuuki's face. "How is it?"
Saori swallowed. "Delicious! But sheesh, Yuuki-chan, I can feed mysel—"
Yuuki shoved in two more. Saori upturned her eyebrows. Chewed. Swallowed. "*huRRp.* Ooooh..."
Yuuki grabbed another, but Saori rested a hand on her wrist. "Wait, wait, hold on! At this rate I'll eat them all."
"Problem?"
"Don't you want any?"
"This is more fun." Yuuki grinned. "But I may eat a little if you feed it to me." She opened her mouth wide.
Whimpering, Saori jerked her head around the room. She spotted other students staring at them, whispering.
"Come onnn," Yuuki whined. She bounced, sending jiggles through her belly. "Before it gets cold!"
Saori stuck a chopstick into a ball and lifted it. As soon as it left the tray, Yuuki thrust forward and bit it right off the chopstick.
"Mmmmm. Sho ghood."
"Sheesh, Yuuki-chan. M-mmmph!"
Saori chewed the newfound takoyaki ball in her mouth. Piercing another takoyaki ball with her chopstick, she held it in the air. Yuuki bit it off. In turn, Yuuki grabbed another. Holding it in front of Saori, Yuuki dangled it up and down. Swallowing the old one, Saori opened her mouth, and Yuuki shoved the new one in.
The two continued jamming takoyaki ball after takoyaki ball into each other. Soon, Saori stabbed at the trays with a chopstick, but the chopstick stuck nothing.
"Out already?" Saori dropped the chopstick onto a picked-clean tray. Sighing, she leaned back in her chair, resting her hands on her tight stomach. The chairs creaked loudly. "*Bwo-bwoOOORRpp*, ooooof." Saori wriggled, squishing her rear deeper into the chair. "Nnnnnghh, okay, maybe that was enough takoyaki after all...."
"Saori-chaaaan!"
Saori turned her head. "Hmm-mMMMM?!"
Yuuki thrusted forward, kissing Saori on the lips. She rested her hands on top of Saori's, pushing them deeper into Saori's stomach. "MMmmmpph," Saori moaned, upturning her eyebrows. She grabbed Yuuki's love handles.
"Mmmm, mmm."
"Nnnghh."
Saori cracked open her closed eyes and noticed the clock on the wall.
Jerking back, Saori blubbered, "S-S-Senshado!"
"Ehh?" Yuuki pat Saori's belly. "What are you talking about?"
"We're going to be late for practice!"
"Booo. Guess we have to get going then." Grunting, Yuuki hoisted herself off the chair. Turned to the side, pushing out her belly as far as she could. Grinning, she patted and rubbed all over it, staring at Saori. "Ehehe, we'll have to save touching this for later then, won't we?"
Saori's cheeks flushed as Yuuki lumbered off. Her eyes were drawn to Yuuki's skirt, which teased glimpses of her panties as she waddled.
Eyebrows arched, Miho ordered, "Saori-san, please check in on the Rabbit Team. Have they sighted the Turtle Team?"
Saori and the rest of the Anglerfish team were inside the Panzer IV. The tank sat on a small hill covered in tall trees, looking out below at a valley of open green. Not a single other tank in sight.
Miho blinked. "Saori-san? Could you ask Yu—"
"*eeeUUUrrpp.* Ohhh, excuse me!" Saori exclaimed. The girl was seated in her usual spot, fat butt and breasts squished tightly against the tight walls of the tank. "What was that, Miporin?"
"P-please ask Yuuki-san where—"
"*hooOORRrrpp!* Moooou, all those takoyaki...."
Miho sputtered, "Wh-where is the Turtle Team, have they spotted them?"
"All right, contacting her now!"
Miho popped open the commander hatch. "Pheeew..."
"Yuuki-chan? Have you spo—"
"*bwoooooOOORRP!* Phew. What'd you say, Girlfriend?"
"Has the Rabbit Team found the Turtle Team?"
"*crunch*, *crunch.*"
"What's that sound?" Miho asked, ducking back in the Panzer IV. "Are enemy tanks closing in on the Rabbit Team?"
Saori waved a hand. "Oh, Miporin. You're so silly. That's just Yuuki-chan eating her post-lunch snack."
Eyebrows twitching, Miho smiled. "Right, of course."
The Panzer IV shook, and the Anglerfish girls let out cries. An unmistakable schwoop sound rang out.
Miho popped out of the tank's commander hatch, rubbing her head. The Panzer IV's white flag had shot up, waving in the wind. Behind it sat the Turtle Team's tank, smoking muzzle pointed at them.
Yuuki's voice rang throughout the tank. "Oh, OH, the Turtle Team's right behind you, by the way. *crunch*, *crunch.*"
Miho sighed.
"Huh?"
"I said I... I'd like you to focus during your matches more, Saori-san."
Saori and Miho stood within a locker room, both shirtless. Saori tilted her head and blinked. "Miporin, what else would I be focused on?"
Miho glanced at Saori's pink D-cup bra. The hooks were stretched to a comical degree, resulting in several rips in the straps.
Blushing, Miho poked Saori's belly. "All this!"
Saori gaped. "Ehhh?!"
"I'm glad you and Yuuki-san are happy together, but...." Miho poked further into Saori's belly. The fat wrapped around her finger. "This is getting out of hand."
"Umm, Miporin...?"
Miho squeezed the fat, squishing it between her fingers. She groped one of Saori's love handles with her other hand. "Your st-stomach is too big for your uniform, so it keeps distracting Tankery members." Miho poked one of Saori's breasts. It felt firmer than her stomach, the fat pressing back against Miho's finger. "And what are you going to do if your bra snaps in the middle of a match?" Miho rubbed the undersides of Saori's breasts, feeling the fat through the fabric of her bra. Letting go of her love handle, she placed both hands on Saori's boobs, massaging them. She occasionally gave them a good squeeze. "They would be left j-jiggling with every inch the tank moved."
Panting, Miho studied Saori's skirt. "A-and your bottom." She knelt, shoved her hands up Saori's skirt, and rubbed up and down her hips. "You may not be able to fit in the tank soon." Miho's hand wandered up to Saori's panties, digging underneath them. She groped Saori's ass directly. Drool trickled out of Miho's mouth. "It's a pr-problem...." With her other hand, Miho rubbed the exposed surface of Saori's belly.
"Miporin! Stoo*ooooRRRRRPPppp!*"
Eyes widening, Miho gasped. "A-ah. What was I—?" She stood, reddening. "I-in any case. Um!" Miho ran past Saori and towards the exit. "D-Dismissed!"
"Miporin!" Saori called. You forgot your shirt!"
Miho pivoted on her heel as Saori bent over, squishing her ass into the locker behind her. Spirals in her eyes, Miho stared at Saori's ass.
Saori nabbed Miho's shirt off the floor and held it out. Miho swiped it and bolted out, thrusting her arms through the sleeves as she went.
Touching her belly where Miho's hand was, Saori wondered, What got her all flustered?
Miho stood outside the locker room, hand on a breast. What was that? Looking over her shoulder, she wondered, The cafeteria food can't be THAT good, to change Saori-san so much.... Nodding to herself, she power walked off. It's my duty as commander to make sure the cafeteria food is suitable for our school.
A few months later....
"Mmmm, it's delicious! Miporin, you should try some!"
"Ah, no thanks."
"Ehehe, come on, Nishizumi-chan. You didn't get so big by turning down food, did you?"
"Th-that's...! I'm just not hungry right now is all!"
"Maybe you'd just rather gaze at my girlfriend's big ol body than feed your own?"
"Wh-wh-wh—"
"MMm, your breasts are even softer now, Saori-chan. I'd like to thank myself for that, for being so good at feeding you."
"Yuuki-chan, that's enough teasing!"
"Fiiine."
Saori's breasts jiggled as she heaved a sigh. She sat beside Yuuki and Miho in the school cafeteria, hips taking up three chairs. Yet her hips weren't the only part that had grown. Her double chin had turned into a triple, cheeks went from puffy to flabby, and breasts were now the size of yoga balls. The uniform's shirt barely covered half her chest, revealing underboob. Since she couldn't squeeze into any bra, this left her bare breast flab exposed. Whenever she walked, her breasts would bounce enough to lift her shirt a bit. Thank goodness the Public Morals Committee wrote off Saori properly covering herself as a lost cause. Her belly drooped halfway down her thighs, and her hips were wide enough that a fourth chair was less a matter of "if'" and more a matter of "when." A massive rear left her pink panties in tatters, that is, what remnants of her panties that weren't lost within her butt crack. This bottom pushed up her skirt completely, leaving her ass out in the open for all to gawk at. Flabby thighs left tears in the sides of her leggings.
Yuuki had fattened up further too. Her face had swelled, with double chins becoming triple and cheeks becoming puffier. The fat on her upper arms had ballooned until they were as big as turkeys. Her soccer-ball-sized breasts forced her collar down, and shirt fabric wrapped tightly around them like a makeshift bra. This left her belly room to shoot out into the open. Her spherical stomach drooped halfway down her calves and now-triple-rolled love handles hung halfway down her hips, both unobstructed by a shirt. Every step, this tummy smacked her flabby thighs while said thighs rubbed each other.
Yet they weren't the only tank-sized girls at Ooarai anymore; Miho had joined their ranks. Chubby cheeks and the start of a double chin framed her face. The commander's breasts grew to the size of her head, pushing down her collar enough to reveal deep cleavage. Her belly, a fluffy oval, hung halfway down her thighs. It pushed up her shirt until the hem hovered just above her belly button. Even though it was no bigger than a penny, this navel wound up attracting an embarrassing amount of attention since it was an outie. Miho often rested her bulging tummy on the cafeteria table rather than under it, letting it double as a tray. Single-rolled love handles pushed out her sides, and a large rump hung off the edges of her seat.
Saori fed Yuuki a scoop of ice cream. As Yuuki swallowed, Saori frowned at the empty bowl. "That was the last of it."
Yuuki licked her lips. Melted ice cream was splattered across her chubby cheeks and chin. "Mmmm, it's no wonder. With these two tanks needing lots of fuel every day." She crossed her arms, cocked her head. "Hmm. Make that three." Half closing her eyes, she grinned at Miho. "Right, Nishizumi-chan?"
Miho swallowed a scoop of ice cream and upturned her eyebrows. "I-I'm not like that. I'm just a little bigger is all."
"Oh, Miporin, there's no reason to be so shy about it! We all started small."
"I-I'm really not being—"
"Pssshh. In a few months, I'm sure your Anglerfish friends will catch up to you. In fact...." Yuuki gestured to the table. In spite of it intending to seat eight, every inch was covered with empty trays. "At the rate we're cleaning out the cafeteria, the Student Council President will have to invest in a bigger foodstock." Yuuki half closed her eyes. Leaned towards Miho. "It won't be long before we have a school full of tank-sized girls on our hands. You'll have to cry, 'Panzer Vor!' to get your fellow students to move instead of the tanks."
Sweat dripped down Miho's forehead. She scanned the cafeteria. Every student she spotted had tight clothes that hugged developing curves on their breasts, waists, and hips.
"I... I guess that's not impossible."
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Tummyhoroboshi (Higurashi Arc 6 WG)
Author's Note: This story contains massive spoilers for Higurashi's sixth arc, Atonement / Tsumihoroboshi. In the 2006 anime adaptation, it is the final arc of season one.
Rena and Keiichi's clothes billowed as they stood on their school's rooftop, the stinging wind sounding like shrieking demons. Overhead, long strings of indigo clouds looked like gnarled fingers clawing at the moon. The moon shimmered on the surface of a petrol pool in the roof gutters. The gasoline blasted the air with a noxious sweet stench. Standing around the school were classmates and police officers, waving and shouting. Yet their words failed to reach Rena's ears; an invisible barrier blocked the rest of the world off from her confrontation with Keiichi.
Eyes trained on him, she held a cleaver aloft, sharp edge glinting. Rena took a few steps backwards, causing the shingles underfoot to groan. Considering the immense weight they had to support, this came as little surprise. Rena's cheeks had ballooned and chin swelled until the subtle curves of her cheekbones had become rounded circles. A thick double chin squeezed the band around her neck. Short, poofy sleeves dug deep into her bingo wings, bunching up the fat. The fat bulge rippled and undulated with even the smallest movement from the hatchet girl. Fabric from the ribbon around her neck had been tucked between her breasts. With every step back, a subtle jiggle bobbed these heavy volleyballs up and down. They pat the top of Rena's double-rolled belly. The lower roll of said stomach drooped halfway down her thighs, forcing the dress to hug her rolls and love handles tight. A V-shaped slit down the middle of her belly left her cream-colored, supple flesh exposed to the air. Her navel, obscured by fat piled up around the edges of her belly button, appeared deep enough to stick one's entire index finger in. This slit in the dress normally started below her waist, yet Rena's humongous hips had hiked up the hem. These wide curves shot out from Rena's sides and formed shapely crescents, making it hard to tell where her thighs ended and butt began. Said butt bulged out from behind her as far as her hips jutted out the sides. The lard sacks forced the hatchet girl to turn sideways whenever she entered a room, making it difficult to look threatening even when she held a child at knifepoint earlier. The dress's hem rested only halfway down her bottom, leaving the work of keeping Rena decent to the tights she had swapped with her leggings. The tights squeezed Rena's ass fat until the outline of her panties could be seen clearly even in the moonlight. Light caught the edges of her legs, emphasizing the thick curves. Swollen calves left the ribbons around Rena's boots loose.
Letting out a shrill battle cry, she clomped across the rooftop with her cleaver hoisted overhead. As each leg moved, it hit the back of Rena's lower roll, sending it bouncing into the top one with a wet smack. The momentum transferred up into her breasts and caused them to swing up and down with heavy, slower motions.
Keiichi dipped his waist, holding his bat up horizontally. Rena slashed down at it, and a sharp scheerch pierced the air as iron hit metal.
Grunting, Keiichi pushed back against Rena, sliding his bat across the edge of the cleaver with a shrrrrrrrrrrip! The hatchet girl backed up, gasping. Her shoulders dipped up and down as her breasts heaved.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't tell me you're tired already," Keiichi complained, twirling his bat like a baton. "What happened to the energetic girl that was so eager to take over the school and hold us hostage?"
Rena scowled, gripping the cleaver's wood handle tight. "Rena doesn't know," she answered, voice terse. "Why don't you tell her what happened to the trustworthy boy who claimed he'd help her, I wonder, I wonder?" She planted a foot forward, swinging the cleaver horizontally in a wide arc. Her butt cheeks knocked into one another from the motion.
Slinging the bat over his shoulder, Keiichi hopped back. The cleaver's tip tore a button off his school coat. Voice even, he replied, "Sorry, but that boy listens to his friends. He's not delusional like you're being, Rena." He tossed his head from side to side. "C'mon, listen to yourself. Alien parasite this, alien parasite that. Seems aliens are to blame for everything nowadays." Smirking, he half covered his mouth with a hand. "Oh, could it be? Is the next thing you're going to say that it's aliens' fault you're so fat?" He threw his head back and roared with laughter.
Rena grit her teeth. "The aliens must be controlling you. The Keiichi-kun Rena knows wouldn't say such horrible things." Stomping her foot, she argued, "Rena knows the Three Families ruling Hinamizawa want to commit bioterrorism." She repeatedly pounded the foot into a roof tile. Each stomp caused her belly rolls to flail and ass to bounce. In a deep voice, she spat out words as if they were venom sucked from a festering wound. "They'll use alien parasites to control everyone in the village, until we all claw out our throats and die!" Snarling, she accused, "And you, you stopped Rena's plan to force the police to investigate the parasites. Rena worked so hard, all for nothing."
"Oi, Rena!" Keiichi held out a hand, a bead of sweat on his brow. "Careful, or you'll—"
The roof creaked under Rena as she ramped up the kicking. "Or Rena will what, Traitor?" Sucking in air between words as if suffocating, she hissed, "Rena. Will. Never. EVER forg—"
A cracking sound rang out, as if thunder split a tree in half.
Eyes narrowed, Rena stopped her leg mid-stomp. "Hah?"
An earthquake rumbled the roof as the tiles under Rena gave out. The crunching and splitting of wood tore out her eardrums as the world seemed to cave in on itself. Air whipped Rena's exposed arms as she fell. Her bingo wings flailed from the free fall as beams split, wood scratched wood, and shingles rained down. As the shingles hit one another, they sounded like the furious clinking of coins being dumped.
Rena's ass slammed into the wooden attic floor. The collision left her butt fat and hips rippling, and sent a single, powerful bounce through her belly and breasts. Rena could hardly feel the assortment of split wood and scattered tiles beneath her ass, for the pillowy fat congealed around it effortlessly. In the fall, Rena's legs had given way underneath her, leaving her with them lying on the floor and spread wide apart. Her bottom stomach roll filled the gap between the legs, edges smooshing against her inner thighs.
Beside her, a horizontal wood beam smashed onto the floor, sending up a plume of dust. A vibration pulsed through Rena, causing the fat on that side of her body to wobble. The tremors ceased, and the building creaked as wood settled.
Planting a hand on her hip, Rena rubbed it, louring. Her fingers sunk deep into the fat. Each tug and push on her hip left her butt cheek swaying back and forth, smooshing into the other cheek.
Why did the roof just collapse like that? It shouldn't be possible, no, it can't be possible. Eyebrows furrowing until wrinkles formed, she looked up at the ceiling. A circular chasm split it apart, providing a glimpse of the leering moon. Clefted beams and wood splinters obscured the view, their sharp edges cast in silhouette until they looked like bundles of needles. I'm definitely not heavy enough to break a rooftop. It must have been a trap.
Rena's hand paused rubbing. Yes. Eyes narrowed, she reasoned, Keiichi-kun's an ally of the aliens, so he must have loosened the floorboards to trick me. Just like he's been tricking me this entire time.
She shook her head, planting both feet on the floor. The floorboards squeaked as she hoisted herself up. The swinging motion of throwing her body forward sent a rush of blood to her head and a jiggle through her belly rolls.
Wheezing, Rena ran both hands along her ass. Pulled at the dress hem. Yet as she pinched the fabric, her fingers felt something wet. Frowning, she pat the dress fabric hanging over her butt. Cold. Damp. Rena gazed down at her body. The fabric around her breasts was soaked too, the white taking on a dingy gray. Beyond the horizon of these hills, she noticed all along her belly were other patches of gray.
No one else in Hinamizawa sweats this much. It's not normal, Rena thought. Cupping her hands around her breasts, she pushed them in. The fat smooshed against her torso and spread out. Rena bent her head, yet she couldn't see past her stomach to her legs. Sweating must be a side effect of the poison Mii-chan slipped in my food. Swallowing hard, Rena balled her hands. She groped her own breasts, the fat filling the gaps between her fingers. I'm getting closer to the time limit. If I can't find the antidote soon, I'm going to die.
Rena let go of her breasts, and they sprang back out to full size, wobbling. Fanning her face with both hands, she huffed and puffed. The little gusts caused beads of sweat on her face to sting. I have to hurry. Even if I die trying, I won't let the aliens beat me.
Keiichi's words replayed in her head.
Is the next thing you're going to say that it's aliens' fault you're so fat?
Rena froze. Eyes widening, she opened and closed her hands. Gazed at them. Dried blood encrusted underneath the nails. Is... is that true? Rena turned over her hands. Studied the pudge around her knuckles. The alien parasite could crave nutrients to function. A wave of nausea coursed through her body. Yes, that's why I'm hungry all the time. And Keiichi-kun, he noticed that it's not possible for a normal human to eat as much as I do.
Placing a hand on her neckband, Rena rubbed her double chin through it. As if the back of the band were covered in tiny hooks, the fabric seemed to cause her skin to feel impossibly itchy. Breaths became uneven. He was just taunting me, yet he accidentally gave me a crucial hint. A chill ran down Rena's spine. This means the parasite has been influencing me long before I found out about it in Takano-san's scrapbooks a few days ago.
Gazing up at the moon through the gap in the ceiling, Rena shoved her fingers under the neck band. Rubbed the skin directly. It felt raw, and flakes of dried skin and blood flecked her fingertips. When was it? When did it start? It had to be after I moved out of Hinamizawa. Rena dug nails into her double chin. Yet pudgy fingertips left her pawing at the skin and squishing it instead. Yes. Yes, because that woman I used to call my mother and Uncle Akihito, they took advantage of it! They tempted me with all those parfaits, candies, barbeques.... Saliva built up in Rena's mouth, and she swallowed repeatedly with greedy gulps. A trickle of drool seeped out the side of her lips. It wasn't my fault they looked delicious. It wasn't my fault I had to have seconds and thirds. The parasites forced me to!
The arteries of her neck flared, as if someone had filled them with cotton. She squeezed and pinched the muscles in her neck as if to wrangle the cotton out. A pressure rose, constricting her throat. It tore out of her mouth as a blast of air before breaking off into a fit of coughs. Each cough sent a wobble through Rena's breasts and a bounce in her undulating stomach. Letting go of her throat, she cupped a hand over her mouth. Doubled over. My body, it's trying to reject the maggots inside me! Clearing her throat, Rena swallowed hard. Wheezed. No. I can't afford to waste time vomiting now. She straightened and glanced at her hand. Wriggling white flecks slid down her palm, glistening in the moonlight. Wiping the hand on a love handle like it were nature's napkin, she scanned the room.
The flat wood floor stretched the length of the entire school building. A maze of beams sprung from the walls and ceiling, supporting the triangular roof overhead. Spiderwebs lined the gaps, and a thick film of dust covered every surface. The spicy scent of cypress wafted up Rena's nostrils.
Spotting her cleaver by windows running along the wall, Rena pounded over. I can't waste any more time. She bent down, smooshing her belly rolls into one another and the lower roll against her wide thighs. Her dress became a mess of wrinkles where the rolls met. Grunting, she pressed further down, hoisting her ass into the air. The motion strained her back as joints popped. She nabbed the cleaver and thought, I need to defeat Keiichi-kun, figure out another plan, and execute it as soon as possible.
A cool breeze hit one of Rena's exposed arms. Frowning, she noticed a window had been smashed. Pointed glass shards stuck out of the frame. Stomping over, she kept her eyes fixed on the crowd outside through the row of windows. She spotted a fleck of yellow in the crowd, Mion, standing beside a stroke of dark blue. Rika. If I don't, the Three Families will revive a stronger strand of these parasites, and then who knows how many other Hinamizawans will develop appetites like mine. Rena stopped walking. Gaping, she pressed her face against the glass of a solid window. Her chubby cheeks splayed against the cold surface. Wait. Next to Rika was a blob of green. Satoko-chan. Satoko-chan is just like Rena, while Mii-chan and Rika-chan have hardly gained a pound since I've known them. The Three Families are behind the conspiracy, so they must be immune to the weight gain. Gritting her teeth, Rena pounded a fist into the window. It vibrated with a bang. That's why Mii-chan can eat and eat, and she hardly gains any weight. It's not normal!
The pit of Rena's stomach dropped, as if the floor had been torn out beneath her. Pangs of pain wracked her. Head throbbed. Vision blurred. Breathing heavily, she backed up from the window, flailing her chubby cheeks. Her stomach churned, intestines constricting as the low growl of a beast echoed around her.
Hands trembling, Rena covered her ears. It's the maggots wriggling inside. Teeth chattering, Rena realized, They're angry I figured out the last of their secrets. She squeezed her eyes shut. My time is up. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Without accomplishing anything. Without protecting anyone.
A strangled, weak voice came from Rena's throat. "Keiichi-kun...."
"Reeeeeeeeeeeeenaaaaaaaaa!"
Eyes shooting open, Rena turned to the source of the outcry. The hole in the ceiling. Keiichi fell through it, landing on his feet. "W-whoa," he muttered, stumbling on impact. Dust clouds rose around his shoes. He spotted Rena by the windows.
Rena withdrew her hands from her ears and held the cleaver out, keeping the point aimed at Keiichi like the muzzle of a rifle on its target.
Approaching, Keiichi clicked his tongue. "You wrecked the roof on purpose, didn't you? A tactic on the level of Satoko." He pointed the bat at her, stopping. "Abandoning a club game's against the rules." Grinned. "You'd better be prepared for your punishment."
Swinging the cleaver madly like shooing a bee, Rena shouted, "Stay back! Rena doesn't know what'll happen when the maggots are angry." A second, louder roar rang out. The sound bounced off the windows and wood beams, until it felt as though they were surrounded by growling animals. "Can't you hear it?" Voice an octave deeper than normal, Rena shrieked, "They're screaming in rage!"
Keiichi raised an eyebrow. "Eh? That's just your stomach growling, stupid."
Rena stopped swinging the cleaver. Her arm wavered. "Hah?"
*grrrrrRRRRROOooOOOWWwwwWWlllLLLll...*
Shaking her head, Rena swung the cleaver once, as if flinging blood off of it. She scrutinized Keiichi and creeped in a wide circle around him. Kept the cleaver raised. The wood floor groaned every step.
"You expect Rena to believe that?" Rena scoffed, "Even if she isn't dying yet, the stomach pains she felt earlier were much more intense than simple human hunger." Eyes narrowed, she contended, "It was the parasites demanding Rena eat, so it could use the nutrients to claim control of her mind."
Keiichi's eyes followed Rena, and he turned his head to watch as she rounded his back. "The Rena I know can barely go ten minutes without stuffing her face with kyute candies. You think you won't be cripplingly hungry when you haven't eaten all day?" Keiichi jeered, "Taking a school hostage is hard work, you know. Totally not worth it."
Rena rounded to Keiichi's front, smirking. "Hah. How convenient that the aliens' ally has a nice, neat explanation for everything. Then tell Rena. Why does she hear a third footstep when she walks, I wonder, I wonder?"
Snickering, Keiichi answered, "Keh, you only hear three? I hear a herd of elephants!" He slammed the butt of the bat on the floor with a bang. "Face it, doofus. You're fat because you can't resist food any more than you can resist cute girls."
Rena's eyebrows twitched. Gripping the cleaver tighter, she circled around to his back and quipped, "Only parasites could explain why Mii-chan and Rika-chan haven't gained any weight, no matter how often we ate together."
Keiichi snorted and looked over his shoulder. "Or it's because they don't order every friggin' dessert on the menu when they go to Angel Mort." Keiichi swung the bat back and forth on the floor like a lever. He turned to face Rena. "But it's pretty cute how deep you're in denial. Did you come up with this whole story just to make excuses about your weight?" Keiichi put a hand on his hip, taking on a tone a parent might when lecturing a child. "How about you stick to calling yourself 'big boned' and leave all the conspiracy theories for rag mags?"
Rena's legs stopped moving. Standing face to face with Keiichi, she studied him. The light in his eyes shone bright as the moon reflected off them.
Everything I say sounds so incredible when it's Keiichi-kun listening, she mused, lips pursed. I made all these discoveries, calculations, and plans, and yet....
Keiichi's smile radiated warmth. Despite holding a weapon in his hand, his shoulders were relaxed.
Rena's grip on her cleaver loosened. Brows leveled. When Keiichi-kun smiles at me, it seems like someone else did all that.
"Rena's not crazy, not crazy," she whispered. "You're the one that's not listening." The words tumbled out without forethought as her voice regained its light inflection. "Rena felt it. A horrible retching sound came from her throat." Voice tight, she insisted, "Rena knows, she knows that was her body trying to reject the maggots insi—!"
Keiichi threw his head back, roaring with laughter. His guffaws bounced off the low ceiling, magnifying them. A hand on his chest, he dipped forward as he struggled to catch his breath. "Ahaha! Haaaaa, y-you moron. That was, pffft, that was you burping!"
Rena blinked. Face burning, she stammered, "H-huh?"
"I could hear you even on the roof," Keiichi admitted. Shoulders quivering, he gave a lopsided grin. "A 'horrible retching sound,' was it? Sounds about right. Pfft...." He wrapped an arm around his waist. "Ahahahha!"
Rena pumped her arms, sending a jiggle through her belly rolls and ass cheeks. As she did, a force built in her chest, rising to her throat again. "K-Keiichi-kun, you're terrible, hauuuUUURrrRRprppPPPpp!" She felt the tips of her ears grow hot.
Wiping a tear, Keiichi noted, "Ahhhh, that's the first 'hau' I heard in a while, even if it sounded like a car engine blowing out. I missed it." Offering Rena a hand, he pushed, "I miss you, Rena. So c'mon, drop that cleaver and come back. Everyone's waiting for you so we can play club games again."
Rena put a hand to her breast. Shrunk back. "Rena doesn't understand." Keiichi tilted his head. "You know all the horrible things she did in the past. That Rena isn't a good person." Balling up the dress fabric, she wondered, "If you believe there aren't any curses, parasites, or aliens, and that all of those things are Rena's own fault...." She took a shaky breath. Voice cracking, she implored, "T-then why are you even talking to a piggish, vile, and crazy girl like me?" She stared into Keiichi's navy-blue eyes, searching for an answer.
Keiichi frowned. Lowering his head, he tapped the bat against the floor. Knock. Knock. Knock. Raised his chin. Gazed out at the sky. The dark clouds had peeled back, revealing the pure white moon in full. A few stars dotted around it, twinkling quietly.
"This experience taught me more about you in a few days than I ever could've imagined." Eyes closed, Keiichi recounted, "You act like a foodie goofball all the time, but you're really a sharp girl who's always analyzing even the smallest details. You're a hard worker who loves your friends and family...." Keiichi cracked his eyes open, glancing at the trembling cleaver in Rena's hand. "Though you can't always trust them as much as you'd like to." Pointing out the window at the police cars, he asserted, "But even when you think your friends and the whole world have turned against you, you never lose sight of what you think is right. You stay strong, stronger than anyone." He curled his fingers into a fist, clenching it. Gnawed at his lip. "Stronger than I was when I was in your place," he whispered.
Shaking his head, he took a step towards Rena. "So even if this may become a totally embarrassing memory for you, I'm glad you went through it." With a cock of his head and a bright smile, he confessed, "Because after learning everything about you, I can say this with full confidence...." He extended his hand out to her again. "I'm honored to be counted among your friends."
Rena's eyes widened. A low whimper rose from her throat. She pressed her lips together as her double chin quivered. Legs shivering, she sent little ripples through her thighs and into her hips. The cleaver handle tumbled out of her chubby fingers, the blade hitting the ground.
Bang.
Rena wailed, throwing her head back, opening her mouth wide, and falling to her knees. Her bean-bag butt hit the floor with a thump, and the underside of her gut nearly brushed against the floor. Gobs of tears ran down her cheeks, pooling at the base of her double chin. "Kuh-Kuhheich...." She took deep heaves of air, chest dipping in and out. "Kuhh...." She lowered her head, jutting out her double chin as she sobbed.
Keiichi knelt before her. "Ah," he intoned. He ran a hand across her hair, knocking the hat off. Patting her exposed scalp, he smiled. "There you are, Rena."
Rena sniffed repeatedly, shoulders shaking. Arms reaching out, she wrapped them around Keiichi's back. The shirt fabric felt silky smooth, warm. She yanked him in and pressed him tight against her double rolled belly. The belly wrapped around Keiichi's waist, submerging him in the malleable blubber until Rena had embraced him with her entire body.
Keiichi spread his arms out as far apart as he could and shoved them under the folds of her love handles. Unable to reach her shoulder, he rested his chin on her breast. The firm breast fat retained its shape, unrelenting against the weight of his head.
"You don't need to make excuses for being who you are, you big idiot." At 'big,' he patted her oversized hips.
Sniveling, Rena nodded. She breathed through a wide open mouth, nose sputtering from congested snot.
"Maybe someday," Keiichi began, voice low and wistful, "we'll be able to laugh at this crazy incident together."
Closing her eyes, Rena beamed. She squeezed Keiichi until he let out a squeak of protest like a chew toy.
Giggling softly as another tear rolled down her cheek, Rena whispered, "Rena hopes that day comes soon."
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Ys VIII: Lentesco of Dana
"One order of loukoumades coming up!" the merchant said, holding out a stone bowl full of dough balls over his stall.
In the bustling marketplace of Aegias, Dana stood on the thin layer of grass that peeped between the cracks of stones in the pavement. Around her, Eternians came and went from stall to stall, haggling merchants and clinking coins. The rhythmic thump, thump of Saurian feet pounding the pavement as they dragged along carts filled her ears.
With a grin, the merchant piled three more dough balls on the side of the stack. "And some extras for the Maiden."
"Mmhmm, I like your attitude," Dana remarked.
Being the Maiden of the Great Tree, Dana had access to all the freshest fruits, finest meats, and richest desserts in the kingdom. And judging from her build, she made extensive use of that privilege. Pudgy cheeks brushed against her bangs, and hammy upper arms strained the buckles of her long gloves. The Maiden's breasts had barely grown, still held in the clasps across her chest. Her stomach protruded over her belt's waistband, and hearty love handles pushed against the faulds resting on wide hips. Plump thighs filled the gap between her legs. The fabric hanging off her belt used to hide her legs, but now it was pushed between them, her thighs bunching it up and out of their way. A round butt filled her shorts, the black line pattern only emphasizing its curves.
Dana reached over the stall and grabbed the bowl, hands shaking slightly. Crisp, golden balls of dough soaked in oozing honey were stacked inside, forming a calorie pyramid. A scoop of vanilla ice cream crowned the top. The Maiden inhaled deeply. The scent of the hot oil the balls were fried in filled her nostrils. Saliva formed, and she swallowed hard, lest she start drooling. A low, greedy grumble burst forth from Dana's stomach.
"Great Maiden!" the merchant cried, holding a utensil out, "you almost forgot your fork."
Dana upturned her eyebrows. "O-oh, of course. Thank you." Turning her back to him, Dana waddled over to the shade of a tree. Each step sent her hips swaying and butt bouncing, riding her shorts further up. "Time to eat~" she whispered as she pierced a ball with her fork. It sunk in effortlessly, as though made of butter.
" 'Principle Number One,' " a stern voice called.
With a jolt, Dana froze. Beads of sweat broke out across her forehead.
" 'A Maiden of the Great Tree must be a paragon of self discipline and resist all worldly temptations,' " it continued. Olga stormed up to Dana through the crowds of people, eyebrows knit. "Or perhaps you snuck out somewhere when Urgunata taught that particular principle?"
"Olga-chan!" Dana called, voice shaking as her pitch rose, strained. "I was just thinking of saving one for you." The Maiden turned. Lifting up her fork, she wagged it in the air.
Standing before Dana, Olga sighed. "You haven't changed a bit since becoming the Maiden. Do you remember how shortly after you became a Candidate, you tried to steal a dessert made for the queen?" In an imitation of Dana's voice, Olga asserted, " 'Desserts are for kids, not adults!' "
Dana scratched her chin. "A-ahaha. That was a long time ago..." With her other hand, she inched the fork towards her mouth. "I'm the embodiment of self discipline now." Shoving the entire ball in, Dana began chewing. Her cheek stuck out to a comical degree. "Mmphh," she moaned. "Sho good..." A hand subconsciously rubbed her stomach. "*euuURRPpp.*" Dana's face broke out in a blush.
Olga closed her eyes and uttered a prayer, although for patience or for Dana's safety lest she strangle her, it was impossible to tell. "Somehow, I cannot find it in myself to agree that sneaking out of giving a novena before the Great Tree to eat sweets embodies self discipline."
Swallowing, Dana pierced another ball. "I didn't become a Maiden to sit around the tree praying all day." The Maiden extended her arm, gesturing to the stalls and crowds around them. "I want to be active in the lives of my fellow Eternians! So I'm supporting local businesses with my patronage."
"Ah, yes. That must be why you accepted free extras."
Dana shifted her gaze away. "Th-that's for Mia, Sia, and their friend Io. Honest!"
Holding out her palm, Olga put her other hand on her hip. With a sigh, Dana gave over the bowl without a word, eyes clasped on that sweet, sweet dollop of vanilla she'd never have. "You can't just let yourself go like this. As the Maiden, you need to set an example."
Shifting her weight to her hip, Dana held her forearm. "Right..." A small shrrip sounded. The Maiden straightened immediately. While lax in training her body, she had trained herself well in detecting even the slightest sound of fabric ripping. She didn't want to be caught gallivanting around the city with a tear down the middle of her shorts. Again.
"You're going on a strict diet." Olga jabbed her finger repeatedly into Dana's belly. It undulated with every touch, and would have elicited a laugh from Dana in cheerier circumstances. "It's nothing but Dragon Tree Fruits and vegetables until you can fit into your original size again."
A shudder went down Dana's spine. When Dana first started gaining, her original outfit ripped to tatters after a late-night binge of moustokouloura, sweet grape cookies. Despite hiding every shred in a pot in her chambers and wearing a spare, Olga still somehow managed to find it. Subsequent outfits had to be custom tailored by the most skilled of seamstresses. Eternians would have been flabbergasted to know their taxes went straight to providing their sacred Maiden with enormous clothes to match her enormous appetite.
"I really don't like all these stiff rules and formalities," Dana mumbled, tearing her gaze from the bowl of loukoumades and up to the sky. "Just once I'd like to be able to let loose."
Voice softening, Olga replied, "Such a day is far, far off in the future."
Adol blinked his eyes open, staring at the stone roof of the cave in Castaway Village. The lapping of a river against rocks echoed. Turning, Adol scanned the room. Makeshift oak table and stump chairs. Bookshelf bursting with crates and pots. A wooden treasure chest. In the distance, the sun illuminated the exit, casting long rays across the ground.
Adol was back in the modern era, he reasoned. After another dream where he shared consciousness with Dana...
"AHHH!" a shrill voice shrieked, "Dana-nee, that was for Mishy!"
Adol sat up. The hammock bed creaked and rocked, swayed by the breeze from the hole in the cave wall behind him. Grabbing his sword off the ground, he headed out of the cave.
Rays of sunlight shone in Adol's eyes as he exited, and he held his hand over his eyebrows like a visor. The scent of the sea and cooked beef hit him. The sun hung in the air over the village watch tower, creating a long shadow underneath. Dana, Ricotta, Euron, Laxia, Hummel, and Sahad had gathered next to it by the campfire. The flame crackled as it sent a long plume of smoke into the brilliant blue sky.
Ricotta held a stone plate smeared with sauce and grease out to Dana, crying, "What's poor Mishy supposed to eat? His tummy growls every time we see him, and now he has no food."
"Hahaha, sorry about that, Ricotta-chan. I thought you made extra," Dana replied, voice as cool as ever. She sat on one of the logs surrounding the camp fire. "It was delicious, though! The food of this era is just bursting with flavor. What did you call it again?"
"Bolognese," Hummel interjected, "But Ricotta says it's 'Heartfelt.' "
"Hmmhmm," Dana intoned, closing her eyes as she smiled, "it certainly tasted full of heart." She put a hand to her mouth. "*huuuUURRrrpp.*" Rubbing her stomach, she leaned back and pushed her stomach out, looking away as she opened her eyes. "Oooooooh..."
Hummel dipped his hat lower over his eyes. "Good grief."
The passing of centuries had done little to abate Dana's 'heartfelt' appetite. Cherubic cheeks grew into fat ones, and a double chin had blossomed. The string around the hem of her long gloves had snapped, and fat spilled out of the diamond-shaped gaps within the gloves, fighting for dear life to contain her burgeoning bingo wings. Her chest had only swelled a bit. Rather than becoming round and voluptuous like Olga's, they were saggy lumps of fat. The clasps across her chest managed to cover them, but only barely. For her breasts pushed the split between her cleavage dangerously apart. The Maiden's middle now formed a round ball of dough that hung down to just above her knees when standing, and stuck out enough to fill her lap as she sat. Fluffy love handles, now composed of two layers, rested on her hips. The log she parked her rear on was intended to seat four people. Yet one could hardly seat two next to her, and that was if they squished against her butt. It protruded over the back of the log, sagging so far it nearly touched the ground behind her. The blue in her shorts had stretched so far it turned into a cyan, and, if one looked closely, they could make out the stitches. The shorts rode up so far they appeared more like panties, and the cuff dug so tightly into her legs it was a wonder she could even get them on. Her thighs had ballooned into tree-trunks to support all this heft. Fat seeped over her knees, nearly hiding them.
Euron watched Dana with knit eyebrows, grinding his teeth. Spotting Adol, he exclaimed, "Good timin'," and waved him over. Adol hardly took a step before the officer hissed, "Do somethin' about this damn woman. She can't get it through her thick skull that we're in a survival situation. We don't make extra food, we cook and eat only what we need."
"I am only eating what I need," Dana insisted, huffing as she staggered to her feet. Her stomach shot up with a bounce, smacking Ricotta in the face.
"Wah!" The child fell backwards on her butt.
"It's just what I need happens to be, ah, more than average." Holding a finger to her mouth, Dana looked up at the sky. "It's... an Eternian thing?"
Adol half closed his eyes.
Sahad let out an uproarious laugh. "Gah-haha! That's right, you tell 'em. Nothin' wrong wit' a woman wit' a healthy appetite." Turning to Euron, Sahad lectured, "If I was to start tellin' my wife how much she could or couldn't eat, she'd tell me to sleep out at sea that night! Make me do it too."
With a, "Tsk," Euron turned away to his work bench, fiddling with dismantling an accessory Adol handed him earlier.
Cheeks puffed out, Ricotta jumped to her feet. She pinwheeled her fists into Dana's stomach. It bounced up and down every time a fist connected, sending it smacking repeatedly against her thighs with a wet clap. "Mrrrrgh. You eat more than anything else Ricotta's ever seen! You prolly eat more than the Oceanus." Ricotta paused her assault, arms midair. Resumed. "He prolly has better table manners too."
Dana winced. "Ricotta-chan, please don't jostle me so much, *orrRRRRRrrrRRRpPPppp!*" A low, reverberating belch rose up from the walls of Dana's belly. The Maiden clamped both hands over her mouth as a few hiccups rose up. Each one sent ripples through her body, turning even her ears redder than Adol's hair.
"Ricotta-chan," Laxia began, "don't be rude." At the word 'rude,' Laxia glanced at Dana before turning away, face flushed. "W-we can always make more later."
"I dunno about that," a deep voice retorted. Adol turned to the shore to see Dogi approaching, rubbing the back of his head. "We're running outta meat again. Think you could do a night raid and get us some, Adol?" Whispering, Dogi bent over and cupped his hand around his mouth. "Between your latest lady friend and Sir Carlan, we'll be lucky if we even have any bait left in a week."
Adol nodded. Dogi smacked him on the back, causing the adventurer to stumble with wide eyes. "Ha, ha! I knew I could count on you."
Arms crossed, Laxia walked up to them. "Surely you aren't planning on trekking through the island at night all by yourself?"
The inseparable duo turned to the noble. Adol threw up a hand as he explained he's explored many dangerous lands by himself.
Shaking her head, Laxia objected, "No, absolutely not. What if Primordials were to surround you? I insist you take at least one other person."
Dogi rubbed his chin. "Well, I guess she's got a point."
Frowning, Sahad lumbered over with Hummel in tow. "What's this I'm hearin' 'bout a night raid?"
Adol explained the situation.
Sahad scratched his head. Flakes of dandruff rained like snow. "Can't help you there. Got a date with Solitude Island!" Punching a fist into his palm, Sahad boomed, "I can feel it. My fisherman's gut is tellin' me that I'll hook a biggun there if I look long enough."
Hummel shook his head. "I'll be busy too. I agreed to transport wood for the ship all day and night." Eyes sparkling, he added, "And I never turn down a job."
Straightening, Laxia coughed into her fist. "A-ahem. Well, there's no helping it then. I must accompany you alone and—"
"I volunteer Dana-nee!" Ricotta blurted, skipping around the log seats and up to Adol. "She needs the exercise." Sahad burst into laughter.
Cheeks tinted crimson, Dana waddled up to them. Every step sent a bounce through her hips and love handles, faulds jostling. The top love handles rhythmically jerked up and down against the lower rolls. "I'd be glad to help the village." Standing before Adol, Dana reached her arms behind her back and grabbed her forearm. Layers of back rolls congealed around her meaty arms. "So long as I'm not a burden, I'll fight by your side."
Adol nodded once, smiling.
"Well, I suppose that's all right," Laxia muttered.
The Maiden matched Adol's smile. Looking towards the towering ruins of the capital city, she sighed. "Back when I was thin, I'd have been able to match your energy perfectly, if you could believe it."
Hummel crossed his arms. "You say 'when you were thin,' as if it were thousands of years ago or something."
Eyes half closed, everyone turned to the transporter.
He blinked. "What?"
Adol emerged from the tent in Primordial Passage, clutching his sword close to his chest as he lifted the flap. Crickets chirped. Swabs of black clouds dotted the sky, obscuring the stars. A nippy breeze whisked by, sending the grass blades swaying.
Looking over his shoulder, Adol announced it was late enough to begin the raid.
A lump, seeming the size of a boulder, stirred in the corner of the dark tent. "Five more minutes, Olga-chan," a groggy voice replied with a yawn. The boulder stopped shifting. Rose and dipped regularly.
Shaking his head, Adol stepped inside, holding out the Glow Stone like a torch. It lit up the interior in a pale blue. The ground was littered with mango and cruberry pits. The boulder was a blanket the size of a tablecloth. Feet poked out from underneath with chubby, curled toes. Removing the covers, Adol revealed Dana contorted into a fetal position. Or, at least, that was probably the intent. Her legs had folded and pressed against the underside of her belly. The flabby thighs engulfed her calves, while her stomach covered the tops of her thighs and even her knees.
Adol contemplated what to do. The last time he cornered a blue-haired maiden, he measured her three sizes. Yet somehow he didn't feel compelled to try this time.
Reaching out a hand, he shook her shoulder gently. The tips of his fingers sunk deep into the flesh. Dana blinked a few times, frowning. "Mmm?"
The two stared at each other.
With a gasp, Dana sat up, combing her fingers through her hair. "Oh, Adol-san! Is it night already?"
Adol nodded.
"I'll be right there." Adol paused, opening his mouth. Dana shooed him away. "I will this time! I'm not going back to sleep." Grunting as she hoisted herself up, she whispered, "Honestly, you're just like Olga-chan..."
Emerging from the tent, Adol examined the slope before him. The dirt path led up to the hollow inside of Mt. Gendarme. Sucking in a deep breath and crouching like an athlete at the starting line, Adol burst off in a run, feet ripping grass out by the roots with the force of his steps. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. His feet beat on the ground with the rhythm and rapidity of a horse. Air whizzed past his ears, creating a whirring sound. He zipped up the slope, dirt spraying his pants. Standing at the mouth of the cave, he whirled around, not even out of breath. The Gale Feather Adventuring Gear allowed Adol and any of his companions to dash faster than ever before.
Or, well, it was supposed to.
Wheezing, Dana pumped her arms up and down as she followed Adol's footprints. The motion sent her bingo wings flapping like mad. Between how each step jerked her belly about and swayed her comically huge hips, it was a wonder she didn't tip over. Sweat caused bangs to cling to her forehead.
"Adol-san!" she cried between gasps for air, "Ma... maybe we should, haaah, take it slow." Dana's pace slowed to a crawl. Stopped as she put a hand to her chest. "You know. To... enjoy the scenery...."
Adol watched the woman, expression blank.
This was going to be a long night.
Keeping the Glow Stone around his neck with a string, Adol entered the cave. The blue light revealed a wide open space. Stalagmites and stacks of stone dotted the interior, and a puddle of water covered the ground to their right. Different elevations of stones sticking out from the walls formed steps and platforms.
Dana stood next to Adol, eyebrows knit as she rocked in place, Crescent Moon Blades out.
Adol hopped to the side as a brown clump sailed through the air, landing unceremoniously on the floor with a plop. The screeching of monkeys rang in their ears as a horde of Badessas approached, skidding across the ground on all fours.
Adol and Dana split up, both running forward. Jumping slightly, the adventurer swung his sword in a deadly horizontal arc, and several Badessas collapsed. Eyes wondering, he noticed Dana spinning in a circle like a dancer, blades held out as she slid through their ranks. They dropped easily.
Yet Dana's blades began swaying up and down, no longer parallel. Swerving, Dana's feet repeatedly stomped the ground as she stopped spinning, like she were inebriated. With an "Ah!" she fell forward, belly first, right on top of a Badessa.
The other Badessas stopped their advance on Adol, watching their brother vanish underneath the vast expanse of flesh. Holding her head, Dana staggered up to her feet, stomach bobbing up and down. The Badessa under her scrambled to his feet and fled, staring at the stomach over its shoulder with wide eyes. The others joined him in fleeing, shouting and crying to one another.
Watching them crawl up the stone steps and out of sight, Dana scratched her cheek.
"It wasn't that heavy," she grumbled.
Adol waved for Dana to follow. Bending slightly at the knees and jutting out her rear with a hearty jiggle, Dana put her blades away behind her. Their steps echoed within the cave as they climbed up the protrusions in the wall, using them like a staircase. At the top was even ground, interrupted by a stream of water flowing with a gentle cuuuuushh. Across from it, another platform of even ground stood. A log connected the two.
Swerving his head around to watch for any straggler Badessas, Adol walked across the log like a bridge.
Laughing nervously, Dana inched towards it. Rested a foot on it. Nothing. Put her full weight on the foot. The log groaned. Dana looked up. Adol was motioning for Dana to hurry, already on the other side.
Gulping, Dana placed her other foot on the log. It cracked with a snap. As if she were pushing a large, heavy cabinet and not her own body, Dana shifted her left foot forward a bit, then her right, then again and again. This sent every inch of her body, from her bingo wings to her love handles to her butt cheeks, bobbing furiously with constrained but constant jiggles.The cracks in the log spread out like spiderwebs, yet between her massive rear sticking out the back and gigantic gut in the front, the Maiden couldn't possibly see the impending disaster unfolding around her feet.
With a bit of a hop, Dana skipped the last step and landed on solid ground. "Phew!" she cried, wiping the sweat off her brow on the back of her arm. "Guess I can keep up with you without much trouble after all, Adol-san," she bragged with a smile.
Crack!
Sploooooooooooooooosh!
Eyes wide, Dana spun around. The log split straight down the middle and collapsed into the water.
The pawing of little feet caused Adol to whip his head away from her and towards the entrance. A new group of Badessas had gathered at the mouth of the cave, watching them, still.
Gazing at Dana, Adol jerked his head at the wall before them. Long, green vines covered it, dangling off from even ground high above. He explained that he'll watch the Badessas and follow if things seem safe.
Dana nodded. "Thank you, Adol-san. I'll try to be quick."
Adol twitched. He kept an eye on both the monkeys and Dana.
The Maiden approached the wall of vines and grabbed it. Biting her lip, she dug her feet into the vines. Lifting her arm, she grabbed a higher vine and groaned as she pulled up. Every muscle fiber in her arm seemed to scream in agony. Somehow, even more beads of sweat dotted her body. Then she did the same with her other arm and wrenched her legs up, one after the other. Grunting and moaning at embarrassing volumes, she repeated the pattern, making her way up the vines. This sent one butt cheek sagging low over the back of her knee as the other one stretched higher. Clinging inside her tightly packed shorts, her ass looked like a giant, tilted gourd. This bulbous gourd rippled and undulated as it tilted from side to side with every step up the vines. The fabric of her shorts around her crack turned a lighter and lighter shade of blue until—
Shrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiip!
It split straight down the middle, revealing that Dana must have considered her shorts themselves to be panties. With the extra room, the butt cheeks jiggled and wobbled, cellulite glimmering in the light of the Glow Stone.
At the tearing sound, the Badessas scattered, disappearing in the shadows of stalagmites. Sheathing his sword, Adol grabbed onto one of the vines Dana had. A large gap formed in the vines wherever her hands and feet had rested. Using it like a ladder, he scampered up.
Frowning, Dana squeezed her chubby fingers around the vines tighter as she looked over her shoulder at her butt. "Again?" she anguished in a whisper.
Pausing was a mistake.
The vines snapped under her weight, and with a yelp, Dana slid down the wall before gripping it again. Adol only caught a glimpse of the giant balls of jiggly flesh before they collided with his head. The cheeks wrapped around it and squeezed him, encasing Adol in complete darkness. A crushing vice left his head throbbing, as if a wrestler had him in a headlock. The pressure (and inability to breathe) nearly caused him to pass out. Split apart by Adol's head, the cheeks squished against his shoulders and seeped over their sides.
The Maiden must have been kicking her legs, for Adol's plush prison shifted and congealed around his head. At the sound of a sharp inhale, the pressure lifted off, and Adol could see again. Gasping for air, Dana lifted herself over the edge of the cliff and out of Adol's view.
Head throbbing, the adventurer followed suit. He found Dana rubbing her butt a ways off to his left, back to him and bent over slightly.
As Adol approached, Dana looked over her shoulder, eyebrows upturned. Contorting her body and wriggling her shoulders, she attempted to gaze at her ass. Yet it stuck out so far it seemed she could only make out the top of it. "It's... not that bad, is it?" she mumbled. The split had widened, now revealing half of each butt cheek. Where the fabric met flesh, it clung with a vice, causing the fat to squish around it.
Adol paused. Narrowed his eyes.
"Adol-san?"
With a shhhhhhirk, Adol drew his sword.
The ground shook and pebbles rained from the cave's roof as a t-rex, the Gigantyrannus, emerged from the shadows, maw wide open in an ear-splitting roar. Splittle flew out, glistening in from the light of the Glow Stone. Adol winced as the sound rattled his skull. The Primordial's scales were black with yellow stripes, and the scutes on its head, back, and tail were cyan. It's beady yellow eyes thinned as it scrutinized Dana, licking his teeth with a long tongue. Each tooth was the size of a dagger, and if their glint were any indication, far sharper.
Dana snapped her head up. "A Saurian—?! There wasn't one here during the day!" Straightening, the Maiden reached behind her and grabbed the Crescent Moon Blades. Yet the sudden motion of pulling in her butt left her feet skidding across the ground like an impromptu tap dance.
At the same moment, the Gigantyrannus opened his mouth and dove its head straight towards Dana.
In a flash, Adol rolled forward and slammed into her. It felt as though he smacked an overstuffed pillow instead of a wall of a woman. Dana fell onto her side with a cry, love handles and hips cushioning the fall.
Time seemed to slow down as the Gigantyrannus's mouth drew closer. Strings of spit fell onto the adventurer's head. Adol held his sword out horizontally, giving a battle cry. As he did, the sword seemed to extend. A blue aura surrounded it. Stepping forward, the adventurer unleashed a flurry of sword slashes at the Gigantyrannus's legs, each swing leaving a white after-image. Jumping away, he reeled his sword back, then rotated his whole body in a final slash. As his sword connected with the Primordial's leg, a shockwave blasted across the ground in a circle.
Raising his head to the cave roof, the Gigantyrannus let out another roar, shaking his body violently. The tail whipped back and forth like an excited dog, reducing stalagmites to dust. Yet the volume of the roar decreased every second, and the motions slowed. With two unsteady steps, he collapsed forward onto the floor. His head rested beside Dana, who sat on the ground with wide eyes.
Frowning, Dana got to her feet. "Adol-san," she began, "I'm so sorry. I said I wouldn't be a burden, but, I—"
Smiling, Adol threw up a hand. He thanked Dana for distracting it. Patting the snout, he added that Dogi should be happy to have all this meat. Ricotta, too.
Dana furrowed her brows. " 'Distracting'?"
Kneeling, Adol set to work descaling the beast. After a pause, Dana joined him wordlessly.
The two sat around a popping campfire in front of their tent. Adol perched on a stone, biting into a cruberry with eyes on the cloudy, dark sky. Dana parked her rear on the ground, feeling as though she were sitting on a fluffy pair of cushions.
Paro swung by earlier, wings beating as it squaked about ("Adol, Dana, safe? Safe? Dogi. Worried.") and they relayed to him to bring as many Castaways as he could come the morning. They'd need other villagers to help haul the Gigantyrannus back to Castaway Village.
Dana gazed at Adol through the fire. The blazing flames seemed to turn Adol's hair an even brighter shade of red. The trail of smoke cutting through the sky brought to mind the ruins of the Eternian capital, Aegias, just on the other side of Mt. Gendarme. Had she done more in the past, would it still be in ruins today? And is she doing enough in the present? Or will Castaway Village crumple under flames and smoke, it's villagers cursing her for her weakness with their dying breath?
She closed her eyes.
"Thank you, Adol-san."
The crunching of cruberries ceased.
"For welcoming me to this era, I mean. It's... lonely sometimes, but..." Face flushing red, she opened her eyes, gazing down at her body. The Maiden's legs were splayed out in a V, allowing her stomach to hang out. Even then, it squished along the sides of her thighs. "You're all so very kind and patient with me." Resting a hand atop her tummy and one on the side, she rubbed and pat it. It rippled, making a wet sound. "Ahaha. This era has granted me more freedom than I ever could have known in the past." Looking up at Adol, who had set the fruit aside and was listening, she added, "Thank you for putting up with me." Scratching her chin, she admitted, "It seems like no matter the era I'm in, my recklessness is always causing somebody trouble."
Adol shook his head, explaining that he should be thanking her. By exploring the Isle of Seiren together and working to solve its mysteries, she's become an irreplaceable member of Castaway Village. Without her, Adol would be lost. He could never accept a present without Dana in it.
Dana blinked. "A-Adol-san..." Lowering her head, she smiled. To say such things to comfort me, even if it's just flattery... He really does shine brighter than anyone else I've ever met.
Tilting her head and closing her eyes, Dana put a hand to her breast. "Thank you." As the Maiden opened her eyes, she saw Adol rubbing the back of his head, eyebrows upturned. "I look forward to solving every last mystery with you."
Adol nodded. Bit off the last bit of his cruberry and spit out the pit. Ruffling through the leather bag at his side, he searched for another. Eyes half closed, he looked up at Dana. Tossing up a hand, he said that the first mystery they'd have to solve is what to tell Ricotta when she learns that all the Ripe Mangos set aside for her master had mysteriously vanished.
Turning her head away, Dana sputtered, "A-ah, that sure is a mystery!" Clamped a hand over her mouth. Upturned her eyebrows. "*eeeeEUUURRRrrPPppPPPpppp.*"
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Squishy Squabbling Sister Ships
Author's Note: This story is inspired by kurocazenosora's artworks. The artworks of his that inspired the story are scattered throughout. To view their sources, click on the picture!
***
In the naval base, Atago and Takao stood behind a semicircle desk that jutted out from the wall behind them. The two heavy cruisers' shoulders touched. Overhead, a sign read "INFORMATION" in English.
"Atago-chan?" Takao shifted her shoulder. Snuck a sideways glance at her sister. "Can't you scoot over further?"
"I-I was just about to ask you the same thing."
The siblings didn't stand so close out of sisterly love. For while the desk should have been large enough to hold three, the two girls filled its entire breadth. Atago's bangs brushed her flushed, rounded cheeks. Humongous boobs far oustriped her head in size, straining the buttons on her vest. Drastically curved lines across the vest emphasized their roundness. Should Atago have looked down, she would have been incapable of seeing the desk, only a sea of blue bulge. With so much fabric covering her breasts, little was left for her stomach. Hidden behind the desk, Atago's ovular belly protruded as far as her breasts. It squished the back of the desk and splayed out across it. The vest's hem had been hiked up until it exposed her deep navel and thick love handles. Said love handles wrapped all around her frame. The handle closest to Takao pressed against her, as though their love handles were embracing. Both Atago's belly and handles drooped over her skirt's waistband. While this once breezy skirt used to reach the back of her knees, Atago's plump bottom and fat thighs filled it completely, making it look like an extension of her tight pantyhose. Said butt elevated the skirt's trim until it trailed only halfway down her thighs. Rounded ass cheeks distorted the waves in the doily-like fabric along the top of her skirt.
Takao didn't exactly look shipshape, either. Cherubic cheeks prevented the frown she flashed at Atago from carrying any weight. Breasts just as round as Atago's, but slightly smaller, protruded from her chest. The side of a boob poked the side of Atago's. Yet the sisters' pliable breasts smooshed one another just enough that neither noticed. Takao's similarly oval-shaped stomach forced up the hem of her vest just enough to see her belly button. This tummy drooped over her skirt, but it only brushed against the desk's back instead of squishing it. The cold surface across Takao's warm stomach occasionally caused the ship girl to shiver. Takao's hips protruded outwards even farther than Atago's love handles. Despite the fact Takao could feel her hip press into the one side of the desk, these round curves forced Atago to crowd the desk's other side, standing with her legs at an awkward slant. Takao had pulled up her skirt over her stomach, tucking in as much as she could. Busy in the front, the skirt rode halfway up her rounded, bulging butt in the back. This revealed a triangle of her black panties hugging her cheeks. Since the two heavy cruisers were the same height, this rear squished Atago's beside her. With Takao's bulging ass tugging on the skirt, the straps of her garter belt were pushed to their absolute limits.
The straps curved against not only her butt, but also her tree-trunk thighs. Takao's leggings gripped said thighs so tightly, fat bunched up and drooped around the hem.
With their heavy, warm bodies having been crammed together for hours now, beads of sweat formed on their faces. They sucked in breaths, breasts jiggling slightly with each one. Atago took short breaths like a dog. Takao took slow ones, letting her chest puff to full size before exhaling. This resulted in their pairs of orbs dipping in and out at different timings, leaving the top half of the desk in constant, jiggling motion. Takao fanned herself, sending subtle ripples through her breast.
"Oh, Nagato-chan!" Atago waved, sending her breasts bouncing. "Pan-paka-paaaan~"
Nagato walked briskly up to the desk, back straight, brows arched. Takao faced forward, flashed a smile, and lifted a hand in greeting. "Hello! How may we help you?"
Nodding to both, Nagato replied, "The admiral requested the report on damages suffered from the latest Abyssal confrontation." She stared at the sister ships' heaving breasts.
"Certainly," Takao replied. "Let me get that for you."
Takao glanced down. Unlike Atago, she could see past her breasts. Barely. She noticed a drawer built into the desk, blocked entirely by Atago's stomach. Her sister's belly wrapped around the drawer handle, burying it beneath an ocean of creamy flesh. Gingerly, Takao shifted her hip into Atago's, squishing it. The sister's butt flab wrapped around Takao's ass. It felt like a large hand groping Takao's rear, thumb digging into her underside and the other fingers squeezing the top. A deep blush dusted Takao's cheeks.
Grunting, Takao jerked her hip into Atago's. A hearty bounce rippled through Atago, sending her butt cheeks and bosom flailing.
Atago blinked and arched her back. "O-oh?" She turned to her sister. Smiled. Slammed her hips back into Takao. "There~!"
"Wah—!" Takao sidestepped, digging her opposite hip into the side of the desk. Face burning crimson, scowled at Atago.
"We're supposed to be working now, Takao-chan," Atago whispered, stifling a giggle.
She thinks I'm playing a game, Takao thought, eyebrow twitching as she looked between Nagato's grimace and Atago's grin. "A-ahahaha...."
***
In a break room, Takao and Atago sat with their backs to each other. The ship girls had hoisted themselves onto woefully-undersized stools set before personal tables. Large sodas, plastic containers, and burgers piled high on both. Steam rose from the burgers, and juices soaked the buns. The scent of grilled beef wafted into the air.
Takao eyed her burger, wincing. Is the reason we keep being assigned secretarial work because of all the weight Atago-chan and I have gained lately? Nagato's glowering face flashed in her mind. As Takao gripped the burger tighter, she shook her head. No, maybe that's not what annoyed her. She could have been frustrated with Atago-chan's behavior. Takao glanced at her.
Beaming, Atago bit her burger. "Mmmmmmmm~ Delicious!" she cried, mouth still full.
Not that it seems to bother Little Miss Sunshine here.
Sighing, Takao faced forward. I'll have to talk to her about this after we're off duty. Brushing hair behind her ear, she leaned into her table, mouth hanging open towards her burger. Her breasts flopped onto the table's surface, using it like a shelf, while her tummy filled underneath the table.
A loudspeaker crackled. "Ah, testing, one, two, one, two," came a light, boyish voice.
Takao froze. "Admiral-kun?"
"Mmph?" Atago intoned.
"Atago-chan and Takao-chan," the admiral continued, "please report to my office as soon as possible. Thank you." With a pop, the speaker shut off.
Takao bucked her hips back, skidding her stool. No time to finish eating, then.
Boing~! Takao felt her butt cheeks smoosh and congeal around two malleable, heavy sacks behind her. "Hm?" The ship girl peered over her shoulder.
Atago had backed up her own stool, and the sisters' butts pressed together. Fat bunched up around the other's cheeks, bulging out on all sides. Burger still in hand, Atago half turned as a free hand wiped crumbs off her mouth. Her one breast squished into the side of the table, distorting the spherical shape.
Their eyes met. Takao's bewildered gape. Atago's flustered frown.
They turned away, faces burning.
***
"I knew this was a foolish idea."
Takao and Atago had crowded around the frame of the door out of the break room. Said door hung wide open. Takao's oversized butt pressed deep against the frame and wedged it up her crack. Her butt cheeks squished around it on both sides, leaving Takao half out of the room. As Atago squirmed in front of Takao, Takao pressed a palm on the open door and the other on the wall, blushing.
Facing Takao, Atago stood with her own bottom pressed against the opposite side of the frame. Takao's breasts bounced with every shudder Takao made. Closing an eye, Atago tilted her torso and veered away from the angry, lively orbs. This repositioning caused one of Atago's breasts to wedge itself between Takao's. Every time Takao twitched, Atago felt the vibration pulse through her sister's flailing breasts and into her own boob. Atago grunted and grabbed onto the exposed skin of Takao's belly with both hands, as if they were rocks on a climbing wall. She squeezed, sinking her fingers so far into the fat they nearly vanished. Atago tugged on Takao's belly and wriggled her leg past the door frame. She felt her pudgy knee bump into Takao's, and her cheeks turned red.
"Why would you insist on us going at the same time?" Takao complained.
Whimpering, Atago answered, "A-Admiral-kun said to hurry."
Atago tightened her grip on Takao's belly as she jerked forward. Takao knit her eyebrows and shut an eye. "This is just making us slower!"
***
Upon popping out of the doorframe, the sisters had found themselves in a narrow hallway. Takao had turned sideways. If she hadn't, her hips would have become a dam blocking the hallway's river. She pressed her breasts and belly into the wall instead. As they shifted down the hallway, Takao could feel the wall's smooth plaster surface slide across her exposed stomach. Like a blind man in a maze, she ran her palms along the wall. She pushed it, letting the back of her flabby arm and ample behind squash Atago.
Beside her, Atago grunted and shut an eye in response. A bead of sweat dripped down her cheek. She placed a hand up on the wall. The side of one gigantic breast protruded under this raised arm, smooshing the wall. Atago threw a shoulder forward and squished their bingo wings together. She huffed and puffed as she pawed that arm's hand in hopes of finding a foothold.
"Aaah!"
Atago's hand found a soft, squishy one. Takao's ass. Fingers sinking into the round cheek, Atago pulled, upsetting the fabric of Takao's skirt.
"A-Atago-chan, where do you think you're grabbing?!"
"Just put up with it for a while, Takao-chan," Atago wheezed. "We're almost through."
"Easy for you to say!" Takao cried. "If you showed more restraint during lunch breaks, you wouldn't be the largest ship on the base, we wouldn't have this problem."
"I'm not the fattest!"
Atago stepped forward with a tug on Takao's butt, enticing a, "Eep!"
"This hallway just... shrunk in the wash?" Atago offered, blushing.
Takao groaned as her own face burned red.
***
"Atago-chan... did this vent 'Shrink in the wash,' too?" Takao asked the two bulbous lard sacks sticking out of an air vent to a comedic degree. Atago's dress clung to the shape of her butt and thighs, highlighting the curves. The ship girl's top half poked out the other side. Every wriggle of Atago's hips sent her butt cheeks bouncing and thigh fat undulating.
"It's a shortcut, a shortcut," Atago cried. She bucked her hips, smacking her butt into Takao's face with a furious series of jiggles.
"Oof!" Takao recoiled as her skull rattled. Her sister's ass cheeks may have been pliable, but they hit her with all the force of torpedoes.
"They're always saying 'No pain, no gain,' when we're getting upgrades, yes?"
Takao puffed out her cheeks. Pressing her palms into Atago's ass, she sank her fingers in. The fat ate up Takao's hands and buried them. Takao blushed. She shut an eye, turned her head to the side, and pressed her chubby cheek into Atago's rear as she gave a hearty thrust. "Mmph!"
As she pushed, Takao's head slid across Atago's butt and into her sister's butt crack. An immense, heavy pressure wrapped around Takao's head. Her irate voice came out muffled. "You definitely...." Beads of sweat dripped down her face as she jerked back, freeing her head. Takao thrust her weight forward again. "Can be a pain!"
Atago's butt fat squeezed around the vent's frame, then forced Atago out with an audible pop! Takao sucked in air, wiping her sleeve across her sweaty forehead.
Through the vent, Takao noticed Atago pouting. "What do you mean, 'I'm a pain'?" The wall distorted her light, breezy voice.
Takao knit her eyebrows as she put her head in the vent. "Atago-chan, we're having this much trouble because of your silly ideas." Her voice echoed against the vent's sheet metal.
"Boo, boo," Atago whined. "Aren't you having fun bonding with your Onee-san?"
Throwing an oversized shoulder forward, Takao squirmed forward. "Work isn't meant to be fun. Sometimes it feels like you can't take anything seriously. This morning, at the desk—"
"Aaaaahhh, forget it!" Atago cried. Takao looked up. She couldn't make out Atago's head, only her body. The sister pumped her arms, sending bounces through her massive breasts. "Takao-chan's a big, fat idiot!"
Takao saw Atago's large form retreating, heels clomping on the aluminum floor.
"A-ah, Atago-chan!" Takao wriggled, tugging her body back. Her head and shoulder remained crammed in the vent. "We can discuss that later," she muttered. "A... little help first?"
***
Rubbing the back of her head, Takao marched down a hall to the admiral's door. Without Atago-chan's shortcut, I had to go around the entire base, she recalled, sighing.
Takao blinked. "Atago-chan? You waited for me?"
There Atago was, standing beside the admiral's door. Although Atago's arms were crossed, it looked more like she had no forearms. They were folded above her bulging stomach and under her hulking breasts, engulfing them. This pushed up her boobs and made them appear even larger.
Turning her nose up, Atago replied coolly, "Hmph. Admiral-kun called both of us. I didn't want to disobey him." She uncrossed her arms and opened the door. "I need to take work super duper seriously and never have any fun with my sister, after all."
Takao reached a hand out as Atago waddled into the office. "Atago-chan, that's not—"
Atago cut her off. "Pan-paka-paaaan!" she called, waving to the admiral. "Admiral-kun, Atago-chan and Takao-chan reporting for duty."
As Takao entered, Atago's wide frame blocked sight of the far end of the room.
A third woman sighed. "How unfortunate that I should get caught."
Takao sidestepped Atago. "Is that...?"
On the floor, the short, youthful admiral had been buried between Fusou's breasts. Said boobs outstripped Takao's, but couldn't quite match Atago's. They forced open the front of her kimono, and without a bra to cover it, the admiral was free to dig his face into the deep cleavage. His cheeks burned red. In addition to her breasts, the admiral's torso had sunk into Fusou's fluffy belly. It was left exposed by the split kimono, and it filled Fusou's lap as she kneeled on the tatami mat.
Pointing, Atago demanded, "What's going on here?!"
Fusou smiled down at the admiral, only just barely able to make out his captain's hat over her oversized breasts. "Well, I thought I'd keep lonely little Admiral-kun company while he waited for you two. You took so long to come, after all."
Takao knit her brows. "Surely you didn't agree to that, Admiral-kun?"
"Mmph," came their dignified admiral's response.
Without looking up, Fusou requested, "Could you two leave us alone for a while?"
Breasts swaying and stomach bouncing, Atago stormed up to them, kneeled beside Fusou, and grabbed the admiral's forearm. She pulled it onto her breast. "I say to you, 'Nuts!' "
Takao followed and kneeled beside Atago, retorting, "Ah, that's my line!"
Atago tugged the arm, pulling him off Fusou. The admiral let out a cry as Atago flung backwards, flat on the tatami mat. "Wah!" This sudden motion sent a hearty wobble through Atago's breasts, popping buttons off. Copious amounts of cleavage spilled out and stretched the button up shirt underneath to its limit. The admiral's head landed between Atago's boobs, squashing the orbs into ovals.
Leaning her head back against the floor, Atago attempted to see over her breasts. Yet the smooshed boobs ate up her view. "Well, Admiral-kun? How do you like Onee-san's breasts?"
The admiral turned around until he laid face up. Sighing, he gazed up at the ceiling as he felt his back sink into Atago's boobs and belly. "Ahhhh~" The ship girl had become a water bed, yet the three bulges of her breasts and tummy were softer and squishier than any mattress.
Pressing a hand into the side of a breast, Atago attempted to push it out of the way. She only succeeded in sinking her fingers into her fat. "Sheesh, Admiral-kun. You're like a little baby," she laughed.
Takao stared at them. Taking in her sister's beaming smile, the flush on her cheeks, the look of ecstasy on the admiral's face, she found herself matching her sister's expression.
What was it I called her earlier? Little Miss Sunshine. How appropriate.
Standing up, Takao hobbled over. "Atago-chan," she called. "You aren't the only one Admiral-kun wanted!"
Because my silly sister can brighten anyone's day.
Takao jumped onto them. At the moment of impact, a resounding shudder shook the room, upsetting papers and vibrating furniture. A "Guh!" rose from the admiral. Takao's breasts bounced, snapping off a button. Meanwhile, Takao's stomach wrapped around the admiral's waist. She could feel her belly touch Atago's underneath her, their bare skin rubbing against one another. As Takao's cleavage smooshed the admiral's face, his whole head seemed to vanish. For in the front, Takao's mighty pair smothered his face, and in the back, Atago's massive mammaries ate up the rest.
Smile still on her face, Takao jerked her humongous ass into the air, letting her skirt tighten around it. Although the admiral couldn't see the sight of her raised, bulbous curves dwarfing the rest of Takao's frame, the shift forced every kilogram of Takao's incredible weight against the admiral's body. She put a hand on her one breast, pushing it into the admiral's face. Her palm sank in as she repeatedly shoved it, laughing.
"You wanted me, Admiral-kun~?" Takao intoned.
"Th-thank you, all of you," he replied, voice muffled. "But this isn't why I called you."
Atago blinked, grin faltering. "Huh? It's not?"
"Let's not worry about that for now," Takao butted in. "The three of us have a lot of responsibilities. Why not relax a bit?"
Blushing, Takao looked past the admiral and to her sister below. She reached a hand down her side and gestured for Atago. Face flushed, Atago took the hand. "I... I thought you wanted me to take work more seriously," Atago noted.
Takao beamed down at her sister, their expressions hardly visible past each other's smooshed breasts. "It's okay for us to have some fun every once in a while."
Atago's eyes widened.
The admiral wriggled between them, feeling their fat congeal from his every contortion. "Bliss~" came his light voice, strained an octave higher.
The sister ships shared a laugh.
"It wouldn't be fair if only you two got to spoil Admiral-kun," came Fusou's voice.
They froze.
Fusou's shadow fell over Takao as the super dreadnought smirked. Shaking her head, Takao pleaded, "W-w-wait a moment, let's not be too hasty—"
Fusou jumped on top of them.
***
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaah," Takao sighed.
The ship girl sat on a stool in a shower, the sliding door shut up. Her wide bottom overflowed the stool and drooped off the sides. She spread her legs in a V, letting her belly fill the space between. Soap suds covered every spot Takao couldn't quite reach or see. The underside of her bingo wings. The bottom of her tummy. The crack between her love handles. The tips of her breasts. Water dripped down her body, gathering at the apex of the bottom curve of her flabby thigh. The water pooled underneath her. Steam rose off her naked body and filled the stall.
Shower head off, the ship girl scrubbed soap bubbles on her arm. Each jerk caused a wobble through her bare breasts and a ripple in her bottom. Flecks of water shot off with every motion.
Admiral-kun made quite the mess of us after that, Takao thought, face red. She grabbed the bar of the shower head and washed the side of her upper arm. Well. Takao smiled. At least he didn't want us for anything serious in the end.
An airy voice came from behind the sliding door. "Pan, paka, paka~"
Takao froze.
Atago threw the sliding door open. As the door slammed into the wall, a vibration shot through the door and pulsed into Atago's naked body. Her bare breasts bounced heartily, and her belly wobbled. The pink towel in her hands did little to cover her massive breasts.
As the sisters' eyes met, they gaped at one another's hefty, naked forms and raised their eyebrows.
"Ah..."
***
The two stood facing one another in the undersized stall, bellies and breasts pressed against each other. Their asses smooshed the stall walls, leaving not so much as an inch of room on any side. Soap suds dripped off their body as the showerhead beat down. Water filled the diamond-shaped chasm between their touching breasts, and their stomachs filled the base of the gap, preventing water from escaping. Soap bubbles dotted the surface of this boob lake. Underneath, the rolls of their stomachs set in one another as if made for each other. As their warm tummies touched, they felt as if they were constantly hugging due to the sheer breadth of skinship shared.
Atago scrubbed a tiny washcloth on her soft, supple breast, rippling the surface of their boob lake. "Thank you for letting me shower with you, Takao-chan." Laughing, she admitted, "I didn't want to wait too long after the admiral made us work up such a sweat, ahaha."
Takao stared at Atago's breasts as they bobbed. "It's no trouble. And, well...." Scratching her chin, Takao averted her gaze. "I-it was the least I could do, after how I treated you today." She dipped her head. "I should be treating my sister better."
Takao felt her hair be ruffled. Peering up, she saw Atago petting it. "Big sister, you mean, yes?"
Takao smiled. "You're right." She straightened. Slapped the side of Atago's belly, sending wobbles through both their stomachs. "Huge sister."
Atago grinned. "Ara, ara, Takao-chaaaan," she cooed. "Who are you calling huge?" She leaned forward, pressing their boobs together and pancaking them. The sister ship dropped her washcloth and smacked both hands on Takao's hips, groping them. "With docks like these, you could deploy three of Admiral-kun's babies at once and not break a sweat."
"Wha-wha—" Pouting, Takao let go of Atago's stomach. She grabbed the sides of her boobs. Squeezed until fat filled the gaps between her fingers. Atago let out a loud, short moan. "With breasts like these, you could feed Admiral-kun's children milk for hours and still have some left over!"
"Hm, hm, hm," Atago laughed. "Are you pointing them out because Admiral-kun might be interested in some milk?" Grinning, Atago poked Takao's chubby cheek. Takao wriggled away, sending soap bubbles flecking off her body. "Or are you interested?"
"Aah, stop it, you always take things too far," Takao protested, chortling as Atago repeatedly poked Takao's plump cheek.
Atago giggled. "Too far? But Onee-san's barely started teasing her adorable imouto." Drawing her hand back, she lunged for Takao's love handles. "There!" She ran her fingertips up and down rapidly. Each shift of her arms, she groped a part of Takao's naked body. Bingo wings. Love handles. Hips. Ass.
Takao burst into laughter at the aggressive tickling. The heavy cruiser tilted her head forward, burying her face in Atago's cleavage. Their breast lake broke, water splashing onto the tops of their stomachs and onto the floor. Takao felt shower water hit the back of her head. Reaching around Atago, Takao gripped her sister's love handles and pulled her closer. Their bellies squished further, the distorted fat seeping down to their thighs. Atago reached under Takao's arms and grabbed, pulling her in. Neither one of these heavy cruisers could completely reach around the other, what with their stomachs and breasts smooshed to their absolute limits.
Yet neither one of these squabbling sisters could misunderstand the other's intention to share a squishy hug.
***
After the shower, Takao and Atago faced each other in the neighboring changing room.
Takao warned, "I'm OK with lending you my clothes, but you better be careful with them...!"
"I know, I know...! You better not ruin my clothes yourself either!" came Atago's indignant response.
When they stepped out of the shower, Atago had grabbed Takao's outfit by accident. After much pleading, Takao agreed to let Atago try it on, should Takao get to try hers. Atago said that was fine, but her frown and knit brows told a different story. Still, Takao refused to miss this chance to prove her earlier point: Atago was definitely the fattest ship girl around.
With both hands, Takao tugged on what used to be Atago's skirt. While her sister's pantyhose had somehow managed to fit around her tree-trunk legs without tearing, the skirt refused to be hiked up over her bulging rear. Each pull congealed the butt fat around the skirt's waistband, yet brought it no closer to both ends meeting to snap together as intended. A blush dusted Takao's cheeks as she looked down. Actually... I just said that, but... this seems bad... It looks like I'm about to tear right through these clothes...
Atago upturned her eyebrows, face burning as red as her sister's. While Takao's leggings had fit around Atago's thighs, they didn't expose her zettai ryouiki. For Takao's skirt couldn't fit over Atago's butt. This caused Takao's black panties, tightly wrapped around Atago's ass, to be on full display. As Atago pulled the skirt up, her wrist dug into a butt cheek. These might be a bit tight... I can't even pull this skirt up any higher...!
Their bangs shadowed over their eyes as they both began to sweat.
A-am I fatter than Atago-chan!? / A-am I fatter than Takao-chan!?
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Trails of Heavy Steel: Tubby Towa
Author's note: This story focuses on fattening only Towa and ships her with Rean. It has no spoilers for CSI and mild spoilers for the other two. I say mild in that if one played CSI already, they would have a rough idea of the spoilers for II. If one has not played CSI already, the spoilers of II become bigger.
Trails of Cold Steel I
S. 1204. 5/23. Sunday.
"Now, where is she..."
With a creak, Rean opened the door and stepped into Thors Military Academy's library in Trista. A long counter jutted out to the left, and shelves filled with leather-bound books lined the walls. A staircase sprouted out across the room, leading to another floor wall-to-wall with volumes. The crinkle of pages flipping and the clomping of shoes scuffing marble floor echoed. Some students sat at the rows of tables, while others scanned shelves and cradled textbooks in their arms. A musty scent hung in the air.
"Found you," Rean noted with a shake of his head. The first-year walked up to a bookshelf in the corner.
A stack of books nearly half her height in hand and a deep frown on her face, Towa stood on her tip-toes. She pawed one of the shelves, a few inches short. "Mmmmmrggghh..." Clutching a thin manual in her free hand, Towa waved it back and forth, as if the book were a wand and she a witch casting a magic spell to make herself taller.
Rean plucked the book out of her hand and slid it into the shelf.
"Oh, Rean!" Towa chirped. The Student Council President peered around the book stack in a vain attempt to see him. "What are you doing here?"
Rean sighed. "I should be asking you that. The Student Council told me you were taking a break..." Half closing his eyes, he explained, "But somehow I knew you'd be here working instead."
"Ahaha.... Looks like you got me. I realized some books were returned to the wrong shelves, so I thought I'd help a bit. But then they just kept adding up."
Rean grabbed the stack, bending his back and drooping his shoulders as the full weight hit him. It felt like he was carrying a Sasa Panda in his arms; how did Towa lug this around the library all by herself?
Grunting, Rean remarked, "I came to report that I finished all the school requests you put together, but it looks like I have one more to take care of." He jerked his arms up, readjusting the stack. "How about you point out which book goes where and I put them away?"
"Ah, that'd be a big help."
Books returned to their proper places, Rean and Towa sat across from each other at one of the reading tables.
Towa bowed. "Thank you so much. And for all the school requests too, of course."
"It's nothing, really. I'm just doing what anyone else would do." Smiling, Rean asserted, "Honestly, I should be the one thanking you. On top of all the Student Council work you have to do, you still round up requests for me every free day. If you didn't, I wouldn't know what to do with myself." Scratching his chin, he explained, "I'd probably just hole up in my room training in the Eight Leaves One Blade style."
Towa upturned her eyebrows. "You're exaggerating."
Leaning forward in his seat with a creak, Rean rested his elbows on the table. "No, I mean it. Honestly, I'd like to repay you somehow."
With a tilt of her head, Towa inquired, "For... giving you more work?"
"For giving me an opportunity to help others." Rean rubbed the back of his head. "It might sound cheesy, but I think the new opportunities school requests allow me to experience are helping me find out what kind of man I want to be." Looking away, Rean's face reddened. Man, that sounded way better in my head. He snuck a glance back at Towa.
Hands pressed together, the Student Council President's eyes bore into the table. "Hmmm. Well, when you put it that way...." Looking up, she started, "There is a little something I've been struggling with. Do you know Nicholas, the head of the Cooking Club?" Rean nodded. "That's part of why I was in the library. He'd like a wider variety of recipes, and there's no cookbo—" Towa frowned, stuttering, "W-why are you looking at me like that?"
Rean rested his chin on his hand. "I was asking about doing something to help you, not about another school request."
Waving her hands, Towa asserted, "No, no. More recipes for the Cooking Club would help me. With all the Student Council work I have to do, I just grab a quick tomato sandwich and some juice at the Student Union every day. I don't have time to make anything myself."
Stroking his chin, Rean closed his eyes. "That's no good." He opened them, smirking. "You'll need more nutrition than that if you want to grow up big and strong."
Scrunching up her eyebrows, Towa pumped her arms. "I-I'm a year older than you, you know!" she objected, voice cracking. Other students in the room glanced at them. Towa's face flushed. "Ah..."
Screwing his mouth shut, Rean held a hand over it, feigning a look of contemplation. Spasms shot through his chest as he held back laughter.
She's normally so capable and competent. Removing his hand, Rean considered Towa. She avoided eye contact. Sometimes it feels like she only lets her guard down around me.
In lower tones, Towa carried on, "S-so since Class Seven goes on Field Studies, I was hoping you could write down recipes for local delicacies and give them to Nicholas. He said he'd make them for me any time for practice."
Rean tossed a hand in the air. "Are you sure that's all you want? It seems pretty simple to me."
"Believe me, it's plenty. A simple payment for the simple favor of gathering requests for you."
Rean rose, and Towa followed suit. "All right, I'll do my best to support you." Faltering, he added, "And the Cooking Club."
Grinning, Towa clapped once. "Then I know we're in good hands!"
Now it was Rean's turn to blush.
S. 1204. 9/19. Sunday.
Standing in the second-floor hallway of the Student Union building, Rean knocked on the Student Council Room's door. In his other hand was a rolled up brown paper bag.
"Come in," a weary, muffled voice answered.
Opening the door, Rean stepped inside. The sharp scent of lingering rose cologne permeated the air. From noble-class Council members, no doubt. Tables, chairs, and sofas filled the space, while bookshelves, a painting of a forest landscape, and a bulletin board cluttered with pinned papers occupied the walls. Across from Rean rested a desk with an assortment of open books, scattered papers, and a plate smeared with rice grains and a maroon demi-glace sauce. Seated behind the desk was the Student Council President herself.
A stack of vertical papers obscured Towa's face as she tapped them down with a thunk, thunk, thunk. When she laid the sheets on the desk, Rean caught sight of her face: heavy eyelids, dark circles like black grease, and swollen, cherubic cheeks. Quite unlike the subtle, youthful curve they had several months ago.
Towa looked up. Noticing Rean, her eyes opened wide. The circles seemed to become lighter. "Rean!" Smiling, she stood, palms pushing on the desk. The chair fell behind her with a clatter. "Whoops..." Puffy cheeks tinting pink, she bent over.
Even as short as Towa was, Rean could make out the top of her plump rear over the desk. Each cheek was a large handful, stretching the black pantyhose so far they looked gray. One could make out the outline of her panties.
Boring his eyes into the braided rug on the floor, Rean thought, She really shouldn't be bending over like that nowadays. But if I point it out, I feel like it's asking for certain death. Rean frowned. Come to think of it, she never used to stand up just to greet me.
Upon hearing a thump and a, "Phew," Rean shifted his gaze back to Towa.
A sheepish smile on her face, Towa pushed the upright chair in place. "Sorry about that." Bars made up the back of the chair, and between their gaps, Rean could see Towa's stomach squishing against it. With a step back, her stomach fell out with an almost audible boing. She walked around the desk.
In addition to chubby cheeks and bulbous butt, Towa's belly took on a round, maternal shape, almost as if she were six months pregnant. It pushed against the buttons on her school coat. Should a playful gust of wind blow while walking around campus, one would have been able to see glimpses of her fleshy underbelly. Fluffy thighs jiggled with each step, rubbing against one another all the while. One had to wonder how many pantyhose she went through, what with the abuse they put up with on a daily basis.
Rean rubbed the back of his head. "No, don't mention it." Holding up the brown bag, he pointed out, "You look like you could use a break."
Towa ran fingers through her hair like a comb. "Oh no. Is it that obvious? I was up all night reviewing club budget proposals and comparing notes with last year's budget. Other Council members said the same thing." Scratching her chin, she confessed, "I must not be doing a great job if I'm making people worry about me."
"Nonsense. With how much dedication you have to the Student Council, if even you don't meet your own standards, the rest of this school is doomed."
Towa giggled. "Teehee. Thanks. But I think you're giving me a little too much credit." Clapping once, she changed the subject. "Anyway, knowing you'd be delivering new food today really kept me going through the night. What was it again?"
"Pasta soup. Nicholas made it just the way they prepare it in Legram." Rean raised the bag. It crinkled. Eyes snapping to it, Towa reached out her hands. She was like a kid being presented with a new toy. A grin played at Rean's lips.
Frowning, he lowered the bag. "Wait, do you mean you only looked forward to the food and didn't care about me visiting? Gee, guess I'll share this with Class VII instead."
Balling her hands into fists, Towa pressed them to her chest. Her elbows smooshed against her belly, stretching out the gaps between her buttons further. Rean could make out cream-colored, fluffy flesh. "N-no, I didn't mean it like that!"
Chuckling, Rean plopped the bag on the desk. "I know."
Towa's mouth twitched. Curling her lips into a tight frown, she whined, "Uuuuuuuu, you're terrible!"
"Sorry, sorry," The corners of Rean's lips turned upwards suspiciously.
With a clank, Rean picked up the empty plate on her desk, making room for the bag. Studying the Student Council President, he thought with a chuckle, Before she didn't want me doing this at all, yet now she's relying on me for even little things.
When Rean started reporting food recipes to Nicholas, Towa insisted on picking up meals herself, eating alone, and not only returning the dishes to the Cooking Club room, but also washing and scrubbing them until one could see their face in them.
A month later, Towa asked if Rean could deliver the food and make requests for her. She was just too busy. Then one day when Rean turned to leave after presenting the day's dish, she flagged him down. "If you're willing to spend so much time on me," she had reasoned, "then it's only polite I spend time with you, right?" Smiling, she had laughed a bit. From that day on, they discussed updates about Rean's bickering classmates and tales of his Field Studies every time he visited the Council room. At first, she ate like a noble: shoulders back, elbows drawn, bites small. Then she started slouching and stopped turning away just to wipe up crumbs. Next came a humble request for Rean to take out her dishes when he left, which was "really embarrassing" and "definitely not something I'd ask all the time."
This, at least, was partly true. Yet the only reason Towa stopped asking was because I started doing it without being told, the first-year thought as he watched Towa fiddle with the bag.
Towa unfurled the paper bag, reached inside, then pulled out a bowl with a lid. Setting it down where the old plate had been, Towa scurried around the desk like a tiny animal.
Upturning his eyebrows, Rean thought, It's like she forgot I'm still here.
Parking her rear on the chair and scooting in, Towa grabbed the chopsticks on the lid with one hand, then popped off the lid with the other. Steam rose as the scent of basil and steak wafted out. Her tiny nose twitched. A thick, yellow broth filled the bowl, and vibrant basil herbs, seared strips of steak, and flat, plump noodles poked up from it. A bubbling gurgle rose from Towa's stomach. Pressing her elbows into it as if that would keep it quiet, Towa pinched a hearty helping of noodles and steak, held the bowl to her chin, mumbled her thanks, then slurped a bit of the broth as she took the first bite.
Putting the bowl down, Towa closed her eyes and lifted her head back. A low moan subconsciously escaped her lips. Her jaw worked as she chewed through the beef, plump cheeks puffing in and out with each bite. Shoulders slumped. Back pressed against the chair. Eyebrows raised.
Smiling, Rean thought, She looks so happy. I can't imagine how tired and hungry she was. Rean found his own shoulders drooping, back slouching. It's a lot of work, but... Feet moving on their own, Rean approached the desk. Held out his hand. He stroked her scalp, fingers rubbing her lush, chocolate hair. It seemed impossibly soft, as if he were brushing against velvet. It's worth it if it gives her a bit of well-deserved rest.
Eyes opening wide, Towa peered up. "R-Rean?"
Yanking his hand back, Rean stammered, "Sorry! I was just... There's some broth on your cheek, and I was reaching down to wipe it away."
"Oh." Burning red, Towa went to rub her sleeve against her mouth, then stopped. Pulling open one of the desk drawers with a rattle, she grabbed a napkin and dabbed at the nothing on her face. "Thanks," came the muffled reply. "It'd have been so embarrassing if any of the other students saw me like that."
Rean stared. If 'any other student' was a problem, he thought, that means it wasn't embarrassing that I saw her, right?
Trails of Cold Steel II
S. 1204. 12/19. Sunday.
"What was it you wanted me to order you again, Towa?"
Standing in Ymir's Valley Echo Tavern, Rean spoke into his ARCUS. His eyes surveyed the room. The owner, Gerald, stood at attention behind a wide counter. Furnace to his back. Shelves of bottles at his side. Large, hand-carved sign of the logo and an overflowing cup above his head. Cobblestone floor. Plaid rugs. Wooden tables and chairs, each table adorned with a basket of bread. Beams built into the stone walls supported an overhanging second floor where guests would stay. Sparse patrons conversed in hushed tones, silverware clinking. The acidic smell of alcohol and the pleasant aroma of freshly-baked bread filled the air.
"I was hoping to try Ymir's trademark Tri-Color Onigiri," came Towa's reply in his ear. "Ever since I found out I have a liiittle bit of Eastern blood in me, I've made an effort to experiment with Eastern things. So onigiri's a staple!"
"Definitely." Rean imagined Towa sitting on the edge of her captain's seat in the Courageous, grinning ear to ear in anticipation of her first bite into a rice ball. Drumming her fingers on the chair arm. He really shouldn't, but...
Raising his voice, the first-year called to Gerald, "Could I get an order for fluffy pancakes?"
"Wh-wha..." Rean could practically see the smile falter, fingers stop. "I know you heard me!" Towa exclaimed.
Laughing, Rean assuaged, "Okay, okay."Millium and the others are waiting for me over in Phoenix Wings so we can fulfill a request, Rean reminded himself. I probably shouldn't stall too much. "So you want salty onigiri, then?"
A sound somewhere between a whine and a fed-up groan came. A noise reserved only for when Rean pushed Towa just a bit too far. Smiling, Rean assured himself, Not too much, anyway. Everyone could use a moment to lighten up with how heavy the Empire's situation had become.
But maybe that was just an excuse.
"Sorry. Tri-Color Onigiri it is."
"Reeeeeeaaaally?" Towa inquired. The edge to her tone gave Rean the impression her lips were drawn up in a pout, emphasizing her chubby cheeks.
He suppressed a chuckle. Perhaps he should have saved the joshing around for when he was on the Courageous so he could see her reactions. "Yeah, no more jokes. Anything else?"
Voice lighter, Towa gushed, "Well, I've been feeling really peckish today." Rean half closed his eyes. How many times had he heard that "exception" this past year?
Clinking of metal on ceramic. "Mmph." Chewing. A swallow. "So if you could order tw— *eeuuURRP—!"
The sound cut out. Radio silence. Rean put his hand to his face. What did she think would happen when she's eating while on call...?
"—th-th-that would be GREAT!" came Towa's voice again, pitched an octave higher.
The thought of Towa upsetting the oversized captain's hat on her head from the force of her undulation left Rean's face flushed.
Rean never would have guessed this little tradition would continue even while the Empire was in the midst of crisis. But apparently, it never stopped.
Seeing Towa for the first time in months was a real shock, Rean reflected with a shake of his head.
Recalling how she looked in the captain's seat before he disembarked in Ymir, he could just picture Towa's plumped-up form. The pudgy cheeks had turned into chubby ones, teasing her bangs. While her breasts remained flat, her stomach had flared out further until she looked nine months pregnant. Rather than a sphere, it stretched across her hips, leaving her school coat riding up. The bottom two buttons undone, Towa let the underside of her tummy hang out in the open. She probably couldn't see over her stomach to notice them. It became a taboo; from members of Class VII to the Courageous staff, no one could bring themselves to point it out to their easily-flustered Acting Captain. It didn't help that each step she took would send a small jiggle through her belly, riding the coat up further. A newly-widened rear had occupied the chair, filling the space between each chair arm perfectly. The lines in the pleated, plaid skirt of Thors's female uniform emphasized the curves of her butt and thighs. Said thighs were shaped like upside down pears, bulging at the top and thinning towards the knees.
The Viscount had assured Rean that if Towa looked any different than when Rean last saw her, Prince Olivert was to blame. While she served as an impromptu staff member for the Courageous, Olivert purportedly bent over backwards to fulfill her food requests in Rean's absence.
"But of course I did!" came his indignant response when Rean confronted the Debaucherous Prince. "I would be remiss if I didn't." With a toss of his bangs, Olivert had flashed a dazzling smile. "Seeing Thors's darling mascot eat is a thing of beauty.♥️ For that, I would throw myself at the mercy of any rebel army." Clasping Rean's shoulder, he had went on, "Take good care to keep that smile on her face in my absence, my dear Rean. I won't forgive you if you get hurt and make a student at my beloved academy weep."
He's always so cryptic and cheesy, Rean thought with a twitch of his eyebrows, and yet.... Rean called out to Gerald, "Two Tri-Color Onigiri, please." Clasping a hand over the receiver on his ARCUS, the first-year blushed as he whispered, "No, make that three."
I'm not sure how far I'd go just for Towa's smile either.
***
A year and a half later...
Trails of Cold Steel III
S. 1206. 4/1. Saturday.
"Co-workers?!"
Rean and Towa stood beside a fountain in Leeves. The fountain gurgled, shouting children chased each other, and pedestrians came and went from retailers circling the fountain. Columnar trees filled the gaps between buildings, and lampposts dotted the sidewalks. Lino flower petals danced about, carrying the scent of spring. The sun hung high in the air, illuminating the clear, cerulean sky.
Laughing, Towa clapped. "Tee, hee, crazy, huh? I did a lot of work for NGOs across the country, but nothing struck me as something I'd want to do for the rest of my life." Towa regarded her uniform. "Then the job offer to work as a teacher at Thors's new branch campus came along, and I just couldn't say no."
Examining the tiny teacher's sizable attire, Rean thought, Something tells me she continued her country-wide snack tour with every workplace she visited.
A big something. For Towa's chubby cheeks became even fatter. Should Rean have pinched them, he was sure they'd feel softer than a Shining Pom's wool. A hearty double chin hung down, yet coupled with her fluffy cheeks, this made her face look rounder instead of longer. The chins pushed against the collar of her shirt, forcing her to leave the ribbon tied loosely. Her chest was as flat as ever, but the same could not be said of her stomach. While it protruded as far as before, a fluffy set of love handles sprouted out now, resting atop her hips. This seemed to give her belly an even wider girth. It was fortunate the uniform only had three buttons. If Towa had to struggle to button up a slew of them every morning across such a vast surface, she'd surely have shown up late to teach more than a few times. Her hips grew further, sticking out beyond the love handles slightly. The slits in the sides of her skirt gave a healthy view of her thighs, which had lost their pear shape. The jiggly masses of bulging fat hung over her knees. Flabby calves competed with the heft of her thighs, but couldn't quite reach their volume.
The tiny teacher bowed once, squishing her tummy into her thighs. "Well, be it classmates or teachers, let's continue to support each other, Mr. Ashen Chevalier."
With a hurried bow, Rean stuttered, "O-oh, of course." Uprighting himself, he scratched his head. "Man, somehow hearing you call me that is just embarrassing."
"If you want to make things even," Towa suggested with a demure dip of her head, "you could call me 'Instructor Herschel.' "
A bead of sweat dripped down Rean's forehead. "I think 'Rean' and 'Towa' will do just fine."
Giggling, the tiny teacher nodded at a brick path between two retailers. They began walking side by side.
Rean inspected his co-worker. Bright eyes. Energetic smile. Ponytail swayed in the wind....Double chin bobbed. Puffy cheeks stuck out. Breaths seemed heavier, slower. Maybe I should be reprimanding her or something, Rean thought, and yet...
Every pound came from a delicious meal Rean knew Towa had looked forward to for hours. Each roll was the natural result of all the huge smiles on Towa's face as she'd hold her cheek, close her eyes, and tilt her head with a little, "MMMmmmm," while chewing her latest craving. The well-defined, womanly curves in her formerly flat bottom and stick legs were surely a small source of pride to the young lady, who spent years getting mistaken for a little kid.
Rean shook his head. It's no good. I can't say anything. Lips pressed thinly together, his eyes trailed down further as his face burned.
Towa's rear really had become curvy. Or maybe it always was and her previous skirt just didn't let him see it. Each cheek, now so large they'd have rendered her unable to sit in the Courageous's captain's seat without a good deal of squishing wedging her in permanently, stuck out in a perky, C-shaped curve. The way her skirt wrapped around her legs left it clinging tight. The fact the fabric was white left shadows along the curves, emphasizing their roundness. A flurry of creases formed between her butt cheeks. As Towa raised a leg, the creases stretched and the cheek rose higher than the other. Both cheeks jiggled a bit as Towa put her foot down. This repeated in quick succession as she walked, the teacher shaking her hips a bit all the while. Perhaps without even realizing it, she was enjoying the sensation of having curves to bounce.
If every time they saw each other she got bigger, just how large was Towa going to get...?
Eyes squeezed shut, Rean mumbled, "Aidios, help me. I'm losing it."
"Hmm?"
Hesitantly, Rean cracked open his eyes. The tiny teacher peered up at him, jutting out her double chin. She had to bend back so far just to see his face now.
The nostalgic sensation of wanting to see that same face drawn up in a grin, calling, "Thank you, Rean!" as he handed her the latest food delivery hit like a blow from a Panzer Soldat. Rean's mind raced, devising strategies to feed Towa with the same rapt vigor he would have when plotting battle tactics during a heated confrontation alongside Class VII.
Without Field Studies, I'd have to take the train to find new foods for Towa to try. Wait, no, I'm sure I'll be much busier as a teacher than I was as a student. I could probably only do it on my days off. All right. Then what would I get first? I heard Saint-Arkh has fluffy chiffon cake I'm sure Towa would—
"...so, anyway, I was thinking you don't need to trouble yourself by bringing me meals anymore."
Rean stopped walking. "Huh?"
Turning, Towa folded her hands in front of her. This smooshed her arms against her tummy. Eyebrows upturned, she bowed slightly in a docile manner. "I'm sorry. I'm sure it's a big surprise, since you did it for so long. But I really do think it's for the best." Gazing over the buildings in the distance, Towa beheld the branch campus. "If everything I heard about this job is true, then it may be really tough." Knitting her brows, she professed, "We'll both have to give Thors our all. So it wouldn't be right to rely on you aga—"
"Really, it's no trouble," Rean blurted. Holding up his hands, he asserted, "I wouldn't be much of a co-worker if I couldn't find time to help out."
Hands pressed to her chest, Towa shook her head. "Please don't keep pushing yourself just for me. You only started finding recipes to repay me for putting together requests, remember? I haven't done that in years now. I've..." Towa scratched her cheek, blushing. "Been letting you spoil me way, way too much."
Frowning, Rean looked up at the sky. He pictured Towa as a second year, sitting alone in the Student Council room as she nibbled on the stale bread of the cafeteria sandwiches and the way-too-acidic tomatoes inside. Hunched over papers. Eyes narrowed. Frown on her face.
The son of a baron, Rean grew up never wanting for better food, never imagining what it was like to eat cheap ingredients and slapdash dishes. After spending this last year alternating between substandard processed meals and rations, the Ashen Chevalier now knew too well the disappointment of a meal prepared with no heart. How much better would those meals have been, had they been eaten with Towa?
"I insist." The tightness and resolution in his own voice surprised Rean. "Trust me," he went on, calmer. Towa opened her mouth, but shut it. "I'll make meals for both of us myself if I have to. It won't take me any more time than I'm already spending."
Towa held her arm behind her back, head turned away. This stretched the uniform's fabric, emphasizing the roundness of her belly. "I'm happy you're willing, but..." A blush. "Why are you going so far for me?"
Rean's heart rate increased. "I'm... just doing what anyone else would do." Tossing his arm in the air in feigned casualness, he babbled, "I know you by now. You'll spend all your time attending to students and won't cook a thing for yourself. That's what you said you were doing two years ago, right?"
"Mmmm..." Putting a finger to her lips, Towa knit her eyebrows and stared at the ground. Rean shifted in place. "It wouldn't be any trouble?"
"Definitely."
"What about ingredients?"
"I have more mira than I know what to do with."
Not budging from her contemplative pose, Towa shifted her gaze to Rean. "I should pay half."
It wasn't a question. Eyeing Towa's bulging hips and plush tummy, Rean thought, She thinks she'll only eat half? "If that would make you more comfortable."
Hand on mouth, Towa laughed. Her belly shook, bobbing in and out with each gasp for air. "Ahaha, okay then! Gosh, I don't think anyone else has ever gone so far for me. I'm a little embarrassed." Folding her hands on her lap, she noted, "Looks like I'll be in your care once again, Rean."
Rean let out a deep exhale.
Towa turned away, looking over her shoulder as she took a step. Rean followed, and the two began walking again.
"You say you're just doing what anyone would do," Towa began coyly, facing forward, "but you shouldn't sell your efforts short, Rean. You've done so much for me."
Rean's eyes caught sight of Towa's ass as it resumed its animated bouncing and her hips their saucy wagging. Beside her hip, Towa's hand swung back and forth in an arc. Fingers twitching, Rean inched towards it.
Turning, Towa laughed. "Yet I reaaally didn't want you to stop. Tee, hee. Weird, huh?"
The Ashen Chevalier withdrew his hand, covering his mouth with it as he blushed.
"Yeah. De-definitely weird."
S. 1206. 7/11. Tuesday.
"If you guys have any questions, be sure to let me know."
Wearing his fake glasses, Rean walked out of the Class VII classroom on the second story of the branch campus's main building. The polished marble floor caused the steps of students coming and going from classrooms to echo. They chatted, relaying the contents of the latest issue of the Imperial Chronicle and boasting about how well they think they did on the midterms. Columns, arches, and friezes lined the walls of the hallways, each inscribed with carvings bearing swirl patterns.
Looking over his shoulder as they ambled down the hall, Rean continued, "Even if it seems minor, if there's something you don't understand now, it may make things confusing later."
Ash rolled his eyes. "We get it already."
Kurt nodded. "Understood."
Juna balked, eyes half closed, "With how much time you take on every little thing, how could we possibly not know it all?"
A thin smile on his face, Rean chirped, "Glad to hear you understood it so well. I expect your next test's results to reflect that knowledge."
"U-uh..." The Crossbellian shivered.
Altina chimed in, "I believe the proper expression here is, 'You walked into that one.' "
The group paused at the intersection where the stairs to the first floor and the hall to Towa's military finance class met.
Passing them and stopping in front of Rean, Musse did a curtsey. "As much as I'd love for Instructor Rean to thoroughly review his curriculum with me inside and out, I must be going to military finance now." Winking, Musse oogled Rean as she cooed, "See you tonight, Instructor.♥️"
Yet Rean's eyes pierced right through her. For there stood Towa by her classroom's entrance, greeting the last of her students by name as she ushered them in.
Compared to their reunion three months ago, Towa hadn't gained very much. Her tummy ballooned ever so slightly, and her hips grew fatter. Students gave her a wide berth as they entered class, what with how much she stuck out on all sides.
What were we eating after school today again? Rean wondered.
Every day, the two met in the faculty lounge to share dinner. After giving thanks for the meal, they'd eat while talking about their students, the latest happenings in Leeves, what their fellow Thors alumni were up to, and how the other's day was. Rean would find himself chewing at a leisurely pace. The moment they both finished, their excuse for not working would be moot, and they'd have to get moving.
Yet Towa would slow for nothing. Just last night, the tiny teacher had wolfed down two thick hamburger steaks before Rean could eat one. Noticing Towa's stare drifting from his face to his half-finished plate, an impish smile had tugged at Rean's lips.
"Man, I'm stuffed," Rean had said, feeling no such thing as he pushed his plate away.
No sooner had the words left his lips did a low, greedy rumble come from across the desk they used as a makeshift table.
*grrrrrRRRRRRRUUUUUmmmmmbbbbbblllleeeeee...*
Face burning crimson, Towa had hugged herself, doubling over as if laughing.
"C-could I... maybe have a bite or two?"
She finished the whole thing.
With a sigh, Musse held a hand to her cheek and turned away from her instructor. Upon approaching Towa, the teacher greeted, "Good afternoon, Musse." Eyebrows upturned, Towa reassured her, "I know it's exhausting to get right back into the swing of things after all those exams. But don't worry. Today's lesson is going to be nice and slow."
"Oh, my," Musse exclaimed, "how thoughtful of you."
Rean watched Towa wave Musse in. I never did get to hold her hand. But I'm sure it's just as soft and comforting as its owner. The cheesy thought left Rean turning red.
"Keh. This chubby chaser's the only thing movin' nice and slow," Ash jeered.
Rean snapped out of his stupor.
Eyes widening, Musse half turned towards Ash. Hands in pockets, Ash walked around the rest of Class VII to stand before the Ashen Chevalier, head cocked and back bent. The transfer student jerked his chin at the stairs.
"How's anyone supposed to get out of the building with you leering like that?" Smirking, he added, "Guess the famous Ashen Chevalier must like both older women and little girls. Why have one when you can have both?"
Juna stomped her foot, hands clenched into fists. "Hey! What are you saying about Instructor Towa?!"
Kurt frowned. "Ash, you really shouldn't—"
A soft voice interjected, "You haven't been in his class since the beginning of the year, so you might not know it yet..."
Rean and Class VII turned to Towa, who had a hand on her chest. "But Rean is a fine instructor deserving of your respect." Eyes closed, she went on, "He's so reliable. He's always going out of his way to help students and faculty alike. Not because he's the Ashen Chevalier, but because he wants to uphold Thors's creed to 'become the foundation of the world.' " Eyes open, Towa flashed a radiant smile. "You can ask anyone, and they'll tell you the same. I'm sure you'll come to agree."
Juna grumbled, "I don't know if I'd go that far."
"T-Towa?" Rean stammered.
"Instructor Rean," Altina probed, "are you blushing?"
"Frankly after all that praise, I'm not sure who wouldn't be," Kurt pointed out.
Folding his hands behind his head, Ash whistled. "Oh man. It's even worse than I thought."
Giggling, Musse chimed in, "I think you're just adding more fuel to the fire, Instructor Towa."
Blushing, Towa blinked. "H-huh?" The tiny teacher's eyes met Rean's. Both faces flushed a furious shade of crimson.
Whipping away, Rean pounded down the steps two at a time, head ducked.
Same day, evening...
With a drawn out exhale, Rean slouched in the bath in the school dorms, legs crossed and back leaned against the wall. Water drenched the towel around his hips, the heat warming his legs and knees. Steam rose from the teal water, coating the room with a mist. The mirror across from Rean fogged up, rendering it useless. Bricks lined the walls, and partitions around the shower heads in the corner stuck out. The scent of sweat and humidity hung heavily.
Studying the wood panels on the ceiling, Rean pondered, The other students don't feel the same way about Towa as Ash does, do they? Do they think less of her because of her weight?
"I've... been letting you spoil me way, way too much."
It's my fault. Hanging his head, Rean shut his eyes. Sweat dripped from his forehead down his creased brows, along his nose, and into the bath. I've been selfish. Feeding her, teasing her, spoiling her... maybe that was all just because I liked seeing someone so capable and hard-working rely on someone as unimpressive as me.
By now, the scalding bath water normally would have washed away all his aches and anxieties like mere body wash. Yet the knots in his stomach didn't go away.
I thought I was starting to get full control of my emotions so I could perfect the Unclouded Eye like Master Ka-fai taught me. Rean opened his eyes. But it looks like I still have a long way to go.
A prickling sensation ran across Rean's neck. "Hm?"
The creaking of a door. Wet, heavy footfalls.
The splashing of water.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," came a light voice on the other side of the wall.
Raising his voice, Rean ventured, "Towa?"
Water swashed. "R-Rean?!" the voice replied in a shrill cry. "How did you—?" The sound of water plashing. A sigh. "Ahaha... right. Your Unclouded Eye can sense people. Gosh, I don't think I'll ever get used to that."
A bead of sweat dripped down Rean's forehead. Somehow he didn't need any technique to pick up those footsteps. "I was just getting a soak in before grading the last of the midterms," he explained.
"Me too. I always like clearing my head before grading so I can be as fair and accurate as possible."
Rean smiled. That sounds just like her. "But you don't come to the bath for that every day, right?"
A pause. Voice subdued, she explained, "I-I just couldn't relax in my room today."
Silence descended. An unwelcome thought popped in Rean's head.
Just on the other side of this wall is Towa, wearing nothing but a towel.
Towa's smooth, velvety hair would be down across her large back. Bare shoulders, so ripe with fat that the bones of her collar would be invisible, would be exposed. The tiny teacher's belly and hips would push at the towel, hiking the bottom of it up. Wait. Surely there was no towel in the school that could fit around her massive, ever-growing frame. Why, just one towel wouldn't be enough to wrap around her hips. Would she wear two towels just to cover them and her ass, clasped together with pushpins? The thought seemed silly. It'd have been so easy for the pins to come out in the water, leaving both towels falling off and her bulbous rear, wide hips, and chunky thighs exposed. And what about her waist and chest? Her stomach wasn't as daunting as her lower half, but it still would have taken up a towel on it's own. So she had three towels on? That's absurd.
It'd have been easier if she didn't use any. But that would mean, on the other side of the wall was...
The Ashen Chevalier's face burned red, and it wasn't from the heat.
Rean put a hand to his face. No, no. That's enough of all that. Frowning, he looked up at the gaps in the ceiling by the partition wall. This is as good a time as any. "There's something I need to tell you," he called, voice tight.
"Tee, hee. I was just about to say the same thing."
She's laughing? Train of thought derailed, Rean faltered. "Oh... okay, then. How about you go first?"
Nothing.
Then came a mumble, barely distinguishable from the bubbling of the water.
"I can't hear you," Rean spoke up. Frowning, he pressed his ear into the wall. "Could you repeat that?"
Wait.... She wasn't being so quiet because she was upset, was she? What if she was bothered by what Ash said, and masked it with praise for Rean? What if Towa wanted to call off their eating arrangements again? Did she regret establishing that relationship at all? He's the one who pushed her to—
"I really missed you, Rean."
Rean yanked his head away from the wall as if it were scalding hot. Water swished around his waist.
"I-I know what you're about to say!" Towa squealed. "And it's not about the food. Really!"
Pressing his back against the wall, Rean studied the cloudy water, eyes wide. A haze descended on his mind, and the knot in his stomach turned into butterflies.
Towa's words seemed to come from selge away. Speaking in a torrent, she rambled, "When I accepted this job, I was scared. I have so many dear memories from when I was a student, so I had to do Thors justice. But I didn't know if I could." Voice softening, she admitted, "Then I heard you would be working alongside me, and somehow, I knew it would be okay. We would support each other like always, and even if we tried to be strong in front of everyone else, we could show each other our weaker sides. That relationship is really special to me. And that's when I realized how..." Towa finished meekly, "H-how much I missed you."
Rean shook his head. All this time I thought I was the one being comforted by Towa. Slouching until the water reached his shoulders, he thought, But Towa felt the same way about me. Clutching his forehead as though he had a fever, Rean wondered, Is she trying to tell me that her weight isn't an embarrassment? It's just a happy reminder of how she can 'show me her weaker sides'? And that makes our relationship... special?
"Ahaha, sorry. That came out of nowhere, huh? What was it you wanted to tell me, Rean?"
Uncrossing his legs, Rean slapped his feet down, stood up, and stepped out of the bath. The water splashed, slipping over the sides of the basin and onto the tiled floor. "N-never mind."
"Oh, are you done already?"
"Yeah, I've soaked for long enough." It had been less than five minutes. "I'm... r-right as rain." He could barely string a sentence together. "Anyway, I really need to start grading midterms or I won't be done in time." He had only five students to grade and hours before bed.
Before Towa could say a word, Rean opened the door and walked out.
Door shut, coat off, sleeves up, pen out, Rean sat at his desk in his dorm room, brows knit. There's no time to think about what Towa said. Taking a bundle from a stack of papers with a fwip, he scribbled a series of X's and checks across it. I have work to do. A display shelf above held pictures from Rean's school days, a potted plant, and a row of books. Overhead was a mounted tachi. To his back hung an Eastern scroll, and along the same wall were low shelves and a short cabinet with a radio on top. A potted weeping fig rested between them, while his bed took up the corner. Lit sconces bathed the room in a pale yellow. Windows gave off a silver light, pane shadows stretched far across the floor.
Setting the packet aside, Rean grabbed another bundle of papers. Crease in his forehead smoothing he thought, Everyone did really well. He marked another check. I'm proud of how much they've grown. Aidios knows I didn't grow as fast when I was a student.
Eyes trailing up, he studied a picture frame. It depicted Class VII and some friends, smiling and laughing. That was about two years ago, wasn't it?
Grown...
Rean fixated on Towa in the picture. Back then, she was just chubby. When seated at the Student Council's desk, one could hardly tell she'd gained weight. Now her butt would hang off the sides of the faculty longue's chair, drooping to an almost comical degree. Whenever she'd stand up, he could see her pressing her back outward like a bow, hunching her legs, and pushing her feet on the ground until her body trembled. Then she'd reel in her ass, sliding it off the chair. The moment it edged off, it'd fall down with a wet sound as it collided with the back of her thighs.
Shutting his eyes, Rean pinched his nose. What am I thinking? He flipped the picture frame down. Towa has nothing to do with this. Focus.
Rotating his left arm as if he were a wind-up toy, Rean reviewed the paper. A grunt of indignation rose from his throat. Scribbling an X next to a question, he bemoaned, "I really thought Juna would get this one about Crown Prince Manfred's assassination."
The teacher reasoned Juna was likely trying to juggle tennis with studying and wound up cramming the night before exams. Brushing the papers aside and grabbing more, he thought, I'll have to give her tips about time management. I'm no expert, but working on school requests with Towa taught me a trick or two.
With how hard Towa worked herself, the Student Council President could have used some advice, too. Back when they were the students, Rean once found her fast asleep in the computer room, head on desk. The way her plump cheek smooshed it was so—
Balling his hand into a fist, Rean rapped his forehead. He scooted the chair back and rose. "Maybe listening to Abend Time will help clear my head."
Rean stepped over to the cabinet. Upon a few clicks of the radio's dial, Misty's clear, refreshing voice filled the room.
"That charming letter was from Crossbellian Warrior."
With an, "Okay," Rean sat back down and turned to the papers. Picking up the pen, he read the next question. "What year did the War of the Lions end?"
Gushing, Misty went on, "It's so sweet that she'd write in just to ask for help on behalf of two people she admires."
Rean pressed the tip of his feather pen to the paper.
"If I had to give relationship advice, I'd say people should act on their feelings as soon as they can."
Jolting forward as if punched in the gut, Rean dragged his pen across the page in a wild zig-zag. Eyes wide, he whipped around.
Chuckling, Misty elaborated, "You're only young once, and it simply wouldn't do to whittle away the days idly when you could be spending them together with that special someo—"
Stumbling out of his chair, Rean hurried over, grabbed the dial, and twisted his wrist. Her voice cut out. The faint hum of the sconces was the only noise.
"That relationship is really special to me."
Fists clenched, Rean dipped his head. Cheeks reddened. I thought I just liked being relied on. That it could have been anyone. But it's only after she said that that I realized...
Rean's heart thumped. Blood rushed to his head. I need to see her.
With a few steps, Rean crossed the room and threw open the door. There stood Kurt, eyes wide and fist raised.
"Instructor Rean?"
Rean blinked several times. "Kurt?"
"I wanted to ask if you had time to train with me." Standing at attention like Rean were a sergeant and he a private, Kurt went on, "I've been practicing a new technique, and—"
Adrenaline swirling in Rean's ears made Kurt sound as though he were talking in a drawn-out drawl. Shaking his head, the teacher sidestepped the student. "Sorry, I have something important to do. Ask the principal."
"How am I supposed to survive training with the principal?" came Kurt's baffled response.
Yet Rean was already in the hall, shoes squeaking on the tiles as he sped towards Towa's dorm. The grid of bricks in the walls blurred, forming a solid mass. He crossed the checkered rug in the landing and passed a bulletin board.
A tingle shot down Rean's spine, as if someone just breathed down the nape of his neck. Kicking out his legs, he twisted his body and looked over his shoulder. "Wha—?"
"Oh!"
Rean slammed into the wall. At least, he thought he did. While it seemed solid, it had a pleasant give to it. The wall pushed back like a rubber band stretched too far, and Rean fell backwards on his bottom.
Holding his head, Rean glanced up. There laid Towa, groaning, flat on her back with legs splayed in a V. The tiny teacher's butt squished into the floor, splayed out underneath her. It elevated her thighs and the bottom of her back. With a shift of her legs, the smooshed fat undulated and congealed against the floor, and her thighs rippled. Rean could see up her skirt.
Holding a hand over his eyes as if to shield the sun, Rean asked, "Towa? A-are you all right?" Rean's heart pounded harder and harder. This chance encounter robbed him of extra seconds to mentally prepare.
Peeking between the cracks of his fingers with a tight frown and a deep blush, Rean noticed Towa bending her arms, placing her palms on the floor, and pushing up. The tiny teacher's torso pressed into her belly as she hoisted her head forwards, jutting out her double chin. "Rean?" Talking only squished the chin further, forming a large gob of fat one could dig their fingers into. Face blazing red, Towa apologized, "Oh, gosh, it is you. I'm so sorry!" She squirmed, kicking her legs. Heaving around the sacks of fat that encompassed her thighs left beads of sweat on her forehead. Stomping her feet down, she grunted.
Standing, Rean held out his hands. "No, it's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." Towa grabbed them, biting her lip.
Grunting, Rean pulled back against what felt like an Archaism, his trembling arms blazing. Towa inched up off the ground. The thought of going ogre form to lift her crossed his mind, but somehow that would just make things even more embarrassing for them both.
Huffing and puffing, Towa stood. Her hair stuck up in irregular places. She wiped sweat off her brow, and Rean's fingers twitched. He wanted to brush the sweat off her forehead, to press down the cowlicks...
Crossing his arms and digging the elbows into his chest, Rean pointed out, "So! That was a short soak."
"Y-yeah." Scrunching up her eyebrows, Towa pumped her arms. The motion sent a bounce in her hips. "Um! Rean! I wanted to ask you something."
Rean held up a hand. "Mind letting me go first?"
Mouth twitching, Towa left her fists suspended mid-swing. "Oh...." Blinking once, she nodded. "Okay."
Sucking in a deep inhale through his lips, Rean exhaled through his nose. Heart reverberated in his chest. "Would you like to have a cup of tea at Barney's, just the two of us?"
Rean scrutinized Towa's face. Her eyes widened. Mouth gaped. Hands closed, squeezed. Chest puffed out. Breathing stopped.
A pause.
An exhale. Mouth closed, her lips spread out into a wide smile. Putting both hands over it, she let out a fit of giggles. "Ahaha... ahahaha!" Wiping at her eyes, Towa shook her head. "Ahhh, ahh, sorry, sorry! That's so rude, after you worked up all that courage."
"I... didn't, really...." The excuses died in Rean's throat.
"It's just, weeeeeell." Poking the tips of her index fingers together, Towa confessed, "I wanted to ask you that. So I would love to."
"Towa..."
The tiny teacher put her arms behind her back, pressing her belly taut against the uniform. "Tee, hee. Is asking a coworker out for tea what got you all flustered? So much so that you ran into me?"
"N-no!" Rean objected. "I just. Didn't see you because you're so small."
Towa pouted. "Oooh. You're still saying that, just because you got a little taller after graduation." Stepping past him, Towa held her nose high in the air. She sashayed, each swing of her hips sending a jiggle through her rear. "I'll have you know I've done plenty of growing, too." Eyebrows upturned, she glanced over her shoulder. "Maybe you should switch your teaching glasses to prescription lenses?"
Shaking his head, Rean closed his eyes. "I'll... keep that in mind." A part of him wanted to ask what, exactly, she meant by 'grew.'
The sound of pounding. The floor shook slightly. Voice light and fading, Towa warned, "We better hurry before they close!"
"I'll be right with you," Rean called, opening his eyes. He spotted Towa's tiny hat just as it dipped beneath one of the stair steps.
Putting a hand on his hip, Rean looked over his shoulder at the bulletin board. It stood taller than he was. Instead of being attached to the wall, metal bars with feet fixed it to the floor. Club recruitment posters, reminders about assignment due dates, and flyers hung across the surface.
"Thanks for the help, guys," Rean said to himself, "but you should really be focusing on your studies instead of worrying about your instructors." Papers on the board shook with a crinkle, as if a gust of wind blew indoors. Rean descended the stairs.
The air in front of the bulletin board shimmered. Juna, Kurt, Altina, Musse, and Ash appeared in front of it.
Altina mused, "It seems I'll have to work on perfecting Claiomh Solais's stealth mode if it can't hide us from Instructor Rean's Unclouded Eye."
With a wave of her hand, Juna dismissed it. "Aw, don't worry about that, Allie." Doing a fist pump, she gushed, "More importantly, our girl talk with Instructor Towa about being assertive paid off! This must be so exciting for her."
Kurt frowned. "I must admit, I was looking forward to having some 'boy talk,' as Musse called it, with Instructor Rean." Rubbing the back of his head, he added, "But it seems he didn't need my help after all."
A hand on her cheek, Musse sighed. "It's such a shame I won't have Instructor Rean all to myself anymore..." Twirling a finger in her curly hair, she giggled. "But the adorable shy side he shows around Instructor Towa has its own kind of appeal."
Voice dry, Altina rationalized, "They're just going out for tea, you guys."
"Pffft, you believe that?" Ash scoffed. "They just called it 'tea' because they're in the dorms. You can bet your ass they'll get wasted then stumble into a hotel next." Making vulgar gestures with his hands, the transfer student smirked.
Turning to Ash with a raised eyebrow, Kurt reprimanded, "This isn't Raquel's entertainment district."
The students clomped down the hall in unison, bunching around a window. Juna shoved others with her elbows, Kurt hung in the back and peered over their shoulders, Altina stood on her tip-toes with a craned neck, Ash leaned against the wall and watched out of the corner of his eyes, and Musse knelt with a tilted head, crammed between Juna and Altina.
Stars shone in Leeves's denim sky. Having not gone back to grab his coat, the crisp air bit at Rean's exposed arms. Lamps illuminated the streets with a lemon yellow hue. Rean and Towa's shoes knocked against the pavement, echoing as they rounded the fountain. The reflection of the moon shimmered in the water as it babbled. Surrounding buildings's windows and doors were shut up, lights off.
Walking like this reminds me of last April, Rean reminisced as he regarded Towa. Chin up, she gazed at the stars, their sparkle reflected in her eyes. The tiny teacher shook her hips and swung her arms as she plodded along. Back then I couldn't bring myself to do it, but...
Misty's words resounded. "People should act on their feelings as soon as they can."
Lips pursed, Rean reached down and took Towa's hand as it reached the apex of its swing.
"Oh...?"
Towa's foot paused midair. Arm tensed. Setting the foot down, Towa strained her neck to consider Rean. Arm slacked. "So tell me...." Giggling, she asked, "Is this part of 'just doing what anyone else would do'?"
Chuckling, Rean shook his head. "No, not this time. I'm through with relying on excuses."
Towa flushed. Scratching his chin, Rean thought, Oh, man. Did she expect me to say 'yes'?
Intertwining her fingers with Rean's, Towa gave a squeeze. Her plush digits wrapped around his, as if he were gripping a cushion. A blush spread from the tips of Towa's ears to the base of her double chin. Beaming up at him, she upturned her eyebrows. "Me too."
The two ascended the steps to Barney's Tavern and Inn, hand in hand.
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Colossal Chie
Author's Note: This story contains no spoilers for any of the Persona games.
3. 2012
TUE 20
(Evening)
With a measured knock, knock, knock, Chie rapped a fist on the shutter doors to Yu's house, eliciting a familiar rattle from the double sliding doors.
The faint scuffing of feet scrambling on the floor inside rose in response.
Brows furrowing, Chie thought, Maybe this wasn't a great idea. She exhaled sharply through her nose, sending a little puff into the air. Just a few hours ago, I pigged out at Yu-kun's farewell party for his move tomorrow. But....
The girlfriend tightened her grip on the plastic bag straps weighing down her fingers. Logos plastered across the bags read "Junes Department Store" and "Souzai Daigaku Restaurant."
When I heard that about Yu-kun earlier, I couldn't keep still.
3. 2012
TUE 20
(Afternoon)
Inside Yu's house, his friends had gathered. The dimly lit gray walls, murky brown tiles of the kitchen floor, and drab tatami mats lining the living room contrasted sharply with the pastel streamers dangling down the walls, confetti spread across the kitchen counter, and the bright hand-painted sign suspended from the archway overlooking the border between the kitchen and living room. The sign read: "YU NARUKAMI: GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN" (despite Naoto drly pointing out that it made it sound like Yu was dead instead of moving away, much to Yukiko's snickering amusement).
Chie and Yosuke sat beside each other at the wooden kitchen table, while Yu and Rise were seated across from them, respectively. Behind them, the others had huddled around the low traditional table on the tatami mats in the living room, with each of them seated on multi-colored cushions. The open floor plan allowed Chie to hear their bantering.
"Keep your mitts to yourself, you damn thief!" Kanji roared. "I was saving that strawberry."
"It was left bear to the world," came Teddie's shrill defense. "You expect a bear such as myself to do nothing before such a decadent drop of honey?!"
A groan rose from Chie's lips as she threw her head back. "Uuuuugh. Seriously. I wish those two could show just a little restraint."
Yet from the looks of it, Chie hadn't shown much more restraint than Teddie had. For filling her lap was an orb the size of her head. It forced up the hem of her green jacket until her navel was exposed, and forced down the waistband of her skirt until one could see glimpses of her skin-tight black shorts. With her every shaky breath, the firm, solid mass alternated between hiking up her coat and inching down her skirt.
"I don't think you of all people should be saying that," Yosuke pointed out with a snicker. He jerked a thumb at the licked-clean plate before Chie. It sat in front of what was once a round double-layered cake covered in frosting and sliced strawberries, but was now reduced to a mere pie slice caving in on itself. "I thought this was a party for Yu. Not for, well, you."
Chie knit her eyebrows. The veritable mountain of cake she inhaled earlier had filled and expanded within the walls of her stomach like rising dough, creating a throbbing pressure all around her waist. "Can it, Dude," she chided. "I don't have the energy to kick you right now."
Planting an elbow on the table, Yosuke rested his chin on his palm. "Then again," he continued, ignoring Chie's objection, "Maybe he'd consider the view you're treating him to a part of the party."
Chie frowned. "Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. What did you just say?"
Yawning, Yosuke's gaze fixed on the last bit of cake. "Ahhh, eh, you know. His thing."
Yosuke inched a hand towards the slice. Chie swiped a plastic fork from her plate and impaled the table with a thunk, an inch from Yosuke's fingers.
"Whoa, you tryin' to kill me?!" Yu's best friend bleated.
"What thing?" Chie demanded in a forceful whisper.
Yosuke scrunched up his face, retracting his arm with flicks of his fingers as if they were moonwalking across the table. "Y-you mean to tell me you're his girlfriend, and you didn't know?" A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. "Oh man," he whined. "It was supposed to be a secret."
Chie studied Yu across from her. The transfer student was chewing on a forkful of cake. Beside him, Rise dabbed a napkin on his cheek, brushing off icing. Yu veered away from her, eyes never once leaving his plate of cake.
This'll be my last chance to see Yu-kun for a while. Chie shot daggers at Yosuke. The classmate gulped.
I don't want him to leave while there's still secrets between us.
"You're gonna tell me everything you know, Dummy," Chie began. Cracking her knuckles on the surface of the wood table, she added, "Before you become my practice dummy for some techniques I've been itching to try."
"Eeeeep!" Yosuke whimpered.
3. 2012
TUE 20
(Evening)
At the time, Chie thought, gazing at the shut door to Yu's house, I thought finding out more about Yu would help me figure out a great goodbye present for him, but.... Chie peeked inside one of the bags. A Rainy Day Special Mega Beef Bowl packaged in plastic wrap stared back up at her. I think I might be going just a bit overboard.
Yu slid one of the doors open with a rattle, calling, "Nanako?"
Chie straightened as if slapped on the back. With a quavering smile, she let out an uneven laugh. "A-ahahaha. Yo, Yu-kun!"
Yu blinked as he leaned against the doorframe. "Chie?"
"Would you happen to uh, be home alone right now?"
Yu placed Chie's plastic bags on the counter in his kitchen with a crinkle as he ventured, "I thought you'd be my uncle and Nanako returning home. They went to a Junes flash sale while I house sat." He noticed the "Junes" logo on one of the bags. "I didn't think you'd get caught up in the sales rush too, Chie."
As Yu turned to Chie, she swiveled away like they were two magnets of the same polarity. "Y-you know me. Always a light shopper! Or something."
Chie noted the decorations from earlier had been gathered and discarded, and the kitchen table and countertops were cleared and washed off. Yet one piece of the party remained. The "YU NARUKAMI: GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN" sign stayed hung up, and two streamers, one gray and one green, had gotten caught on the edge. The gray one was nearer to the edge, and a light breeze from an open window in the kitchen teased it, sending it swaying in tiny arcs. At the apex of the arc, it seemed liable to slide off the sign and onto the floor.
Chie's eyes followed the motion of the gray streamer. No. I didn't come here tonight just to chicken out last minute.
As she drew in a sharp inhale, Chie smacked her cheeks with a whap. Red handprints painted her face. Pull yourself together, Girl. Chie pivoted on her heel and faced Yu. "Yu-kun!" she squeaked, voice cracking.
Blinking, Yu regarded Chie.
"I know all about your secret," she confessed.
Yu's eyes widened. "My secret?!" he cried. A pause. Stroking his chin, he dipped his head. "Which one?" he inquired in a considerably more subdued tone. "I have so many."
A low growl rose in Chie's throat. "Wh-which one do you think, Genius?" Lurching forward, she reached around Yu towards his kitchen counter. Rummaged around inside a Souzai Daigaku bag. Withdrew three steak skewers packaged in plastic wrap. "Do I gotta spell it out for you?"
Chie's heart hammered in her chest as blood rushed to her ears. With fumbling fingers, she tore through the plastic wrap on all three skewers with the fervor of a child on Christmas morning. The smoky scent of grilled steak wafted into the air. Globs of soy sauce dribbled down the sides of the sirloin steak cuts, plopping onto the kitchen tile. She tore a steak cut off the top of one skewer with her teeth, then did the same for the topmost steak cuts on the other two skewers. As she chewed the succulent cubes, rich juices spilled into her mouth.
Yu backed up from the kitchen counter and Chie, sweating. "Whoa, slow down!"
Chie swallowed hard, then held a skewer sideways before her mouth. She bit into the side, teeth sinking into two pieces of meat at once, jerked her head, and off came the meat. Repeating the process with the other two skewers, she declared with a smothered outburst, "Phoh, phis is phe phast..." Gulping down the cubes, Chie amended with a stutter, "Th-this is the last night I have with you before you move away."
Keeping the skewers clenched between her fingers, Chie hoisted a two liter bottle of Orange Smash up out of a bag. With a soft hiss, she unscrewed the cap. Chucked it over her shoulder. Leaning against the kitchen counter, she threw her head back and guzzled the citrusy soda. The acid burned all the way down as Chie's throat tightened and loosened repeatedly from her constant swallowing. Mouth agape, Yu watched as the orange liquid depleted from the bottle inch by inch and flowed directly into Chie.
Or rather, directly into her stomach. Once slim and toned from countless after-school hours spent practicing kung-fu, it had now expanded from the buildup of cake, steak, and soda. The size of a bowling ball, the sphere pushed the waistband of Chie's skirt down and raised the hem of her jacket. The yellow bands around her zipper distorted around her stomach, emphasizing it's roundness. Between the bunched-up jacket and lowered waistband, one could make out an exposed pale crescent of Chie's gut.
Wrenching the bottle from her lips, Chie let it fall to the floor with a thud as she exhaled. "*phwwoooOORRrrrRRppp.*" The wheeze turned into a long, drawn out belch that echoed within the open floor plan of the first floor.
Chie placed a palm on the side of her stomach. With her other hand, she held the three skewers horizontally in front of her face. Bit the cube closest to the bottom of the top skewer, and jerked her head to the side. The remaining steak cubes dumped off of the skewer and into her gullet. She did the same for the other two skewers, then spread her palm. The wood skewers, stained maroon from the soy sauce, clattered on the floor.
As Chie chewed with exaggerated contortions of her jaw like a cow munching grass, she snuck a glance at Yu's face. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead and onto his brow as his eyes snapped between Chie's bulging midsection and her flushed face.
Chie swallowed hard. Cleared her throat. In a quiet voice, she explained, "I-I told you before, didn't I? That to become a new, better version of myself, I was gonna branch out. Go beyond my comfort zones." Pinching the hem of her jacket on both sides of her stomach, she tugged down at it. Yet this only sent the taut, cream-colored mass that was her belly flopping up and down. "And after what Yosuke told me, I thought, 'I'm your girlfriend. I should be able to do this much for you.' Right?" Bowing, Chie rubbed the back of her head. "I-I hope that's not too weird. Ahahaha."
"It's not weird at all."
Laughter dying in her throat, Chie peered up at Yu. A smile had split his face. "You give everything you do your all, Chie. So if this is something you thought of doing for me, I'm sure it was after you gave it a ton of thought." Yu let out a little chuckle. "Heh. So knowing that...." The smile frozen on his face, he stepped towards Chie. Arms zipping past her, he reached for the bags on the counter. Yanked out his hands. Unwrapped skewers, an Orange Smash bottle, and a TaP Soda bottle filled the gaps between his clenched fingers, like a ninja wielding kunai. In his palms were two steak croquettes. With this, the contents of all but one bag were in his quivering grip. "I can't just say no, can I?" A glint shined in his eyes as he declared, "I wouldn't want to let you down."
"Me, huh?" Chie shook her head. "Man, you're totally a lost cause."
Chie felt the tip of her bloated belly brush up against Yu's waist as he held the food and drinks out to her. Yet rather than smooshing against Yu's frame, the solid sphere pressed into him. One of the girlfriend's feet trailed behind her, prepared to take a step back. Yet Chie drew the leg back in, pressing herself up against her boyfriend. No, she decided. Let's see how far I can push myself tonight.
Snatching a croquette out of Yu's palm, Chie tossed it in her mouth like popcorn. The fluffy beef croquette filled Chie's mouth, and each bite sent the sharp crunch of fried bread crumbs into the air as she worked her jaw. The sweet tonkatsu sauce blended with the beef juices, causing her mouth to water.
With her other hand, Chie swiped the one liter bottle of TaP Soda from Yu. He leaned forward, digging Chie's gut even deeper into his waist. With deft fingers, the boyfriend unscrewed the cap of the TaP soda Chie had just as she swallowed down the beef croquette. The girlfriend squeezed her eyes shut as she threw her head back and poured the opened soda down her throat.
With every gulp, Chie's belly ballooned outwards slightly, pressing against Yu until he was forced to step back. Yet not to be outdone, her legs had begun expanding as well. Svelte thighs bloated into long, round curves starting at her hip and drooping down to her knees. The fat seeped over said knees, forming a fold in her skin. This fat filled every inch of Chie's skirt, eliminating her thigh gap. The pleats in her skirt hugged these newfound curves.
Chie dropped the bottle onto the floor with a grunt. Upon opening her eyes, she saw Yu had a Rainy Day Special Mega Beef Bowl raised in front of her in the palm that once held a steak croquette. The plastic Chie had wrapped it in had been torn away, leaving the sweet aroma of beef heated in soy sauce to flood the kitchen. The final bag on the counter that had contained this behemoth was now emptied, leaving the contents of all of Chie's bags in her boyfriend's helping hands.
Taking the bowl with one hand, Chie cradled it against her chest and plucked an errant pair of chopsticks off the kitchen counter. Steam rose off the sliced beef and fogged her vision. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead, hidden by the haze. Oh, man, she thought. I've never finished one of these even on days when I skipped lunch for it. Chie took in the new size of her body. No longer a bowling ball, her gut outstripped a pregnant woman's now, completely obscuring the sight of her legs and feet below. Had she been able to see her legs, she'd have noticed how plush and doughy her thighs had become, to the point of squishing against one another even when she stood idly. And now that I've had all that soda and steak....
Yu flashed a thumbs up and a smile, teeth glistening. "You can do it, Chie. Believe in your courage. Have confidence! Understanding! Knowledge! Diligence!"
"Easy for you to say!"
"Don't worry," Yu added, circling around Chie. He skidded a wooden kitchen chair out from the dining table and up towards Chie's back, dragging it across the tile with a skrrrrrt. Still clinging to the remaining food and drinks between his fingers, he slid the chair with his elbows. "I'm right behind you."
Feeling the rim of the chair with the backs of her dimpled knees, Chie sat down. Lowered her head. Raised the chopsticks. With a furious snapping of a wrist back and forth, Chie stockpiled in beef strips. Unlike with the skewers, she hardly paused to chew. The soy and worcestershire sauces allowed the strips to slide down her gullet as if she were slurping up noodles and not a beef bowl. The garlic and dashi powder spices burned the inside of her mouth, yet Chie focused all of her attention on swallowing repeatedly before she could register the sting.
As the mountain of beef shrunk into a hill and then a mole burrow, Chie's stomach swelled further. The jacket rode up enough to leave her belly button exposed, red and angry. Yet it didn't stop there. For as Chie continued her onslaught, her stomach distended further until it filled her lap, and her thighs bloated until they forced her legs apart. The backs of her knees rested on the corners of the chair. Behind her, Chie's rear began to expand as well, rapidly catching up with the rest of her increased body weight. Each ass cheek took on plump, malleable fat that squished against the back of her chair. This forced Chie to inch forward as her butt pushed the chair further behind her, until she was hanging half on the chair and half off. With a shrrrrrrrrrrip, a long tear split the side of Chie's skirt. Its waistband snapped and slipped out from underneath Chie's stomach. This left Chie's black compression shorts exposed. The black fabric squeezed her butt cheeks in a vice, leaving bunched up fat forming in rings at the shorts's hems.
Lips drenched in sauces, Chie lowered the bowl from her mouth and let out the pressure filling her chest. "*hoooooaaaAAARRRrrRrrpPPppp.*" A low, rumbling belch burst forth.
"Wish I didn't leave my phone upstairs," Yu muttered behind Chie. "A picture's worth a thousand words."
"O-oh, yeah?" Chie demanded, voice taking on a confident, yet tremulous, edge. "C-cuz I only got one word for you." Tossing her chopsticks into the ceramic bowl with a plink, Chie slammed the bowl down on the counter with a resounding thud. "Empty," she declared.
Indeed, the contents of a bowl that was larger than a person's head had been thoroughly devoured by one short girl. Only flecks of sliced onions dotted the sides and a shallow pool of dark sauces filled the bottom.
Wheezing, Chie wriggled in her seat, scooting backwards until her butt fat smooshed against the chair backs and pancaked outwards. The fat surpassed the chair's back on both sides, congealing around its edges.
Blinking, Chie peeped over her shoulder, only to see Yu was no longer there. "Yu-kun?"
Oh nonono, the girlfriend thought. I went way, way too far, and now he's all weirded out, isn't he? He was only pretending to be into it.
The scritching of another chair sliding across the tile pierced Chie's ears. Yu rounded the kitchen table, swerved a second chair behind her, and eased it beside the first one. "Let's keep this up," Yu encouraged her.
Chie felt the tips of her ears redden. "R-right. Of course!" With a shake of her head, Chie accepted the three remaining steak skewers from Yu. Stop being stupid. This may be one of the only times Yu-kun's thought of you as attractive. Rather than eating a few steak cubes at a time like before, she hooked her index and middle fingers around the base of a skewer, raised it up over her mouth, and whisked her hand back. The cubes rained in. As she chewed through them, she gripped the lowest steak cube on the next skewer. You aren't pretty like Yukiko or smart like Naoto, but still! Chie swallowed, and before she could so much as take a breath, she drew her hand back on the other skewer and piled the steak cuts into her mouth. They could never do any of this kind of stuff. This is something special that only you can do for Yu-kun. Chie bit the lowest steak cube on the skewer and snapped her head to the side. This plucked off each cube all at once, and Chie let them fall off the skewer and into her mouth. Chie held out her hand to Yu, curling the tips of her fingers up and down as if inviting an opponent into the ring with her. In a daze, Yu silently held up the palm with the last steak croquette. Chie nabbed it, then crammed it into her mouth. Bread crumbs pelted the top of her stomach as she chewed. And if it's for Yu-kun, I know I can give it my all!
From Yu's hand, Chie took the last remaining item: another three liter bottle of Orange Smash, the cap already unscrewed. With a kick of her head back, she chugged it down. Between the oncoming stream of soda and the earlier mouthfuls of meat, the girlfriend could feel herself growing with every gulp. The taut balloon that was her stomach swelled further, until it drooped past her lap. This forced her jacket to rest on top of her waist rather than over it. All the while, her ass and thighs inflated, until it was impossible to tell where her butt cheeks ended and thighs began. Tiny tears spread throughout her shorts as her hips widened, eating up the surface of both chairs that Yu had provided for her.
As Chie swigged down the last drops of Orange Smash, a ball of pressure rose from her stomach. It wrenched its way up to her ribcage. Chie dropped the now-emptied Orange Smash bottle and let it roll off her stomach and knock onto the floor. Subconsciously, she flung her mouth open. "*eeeeEEEEeeeRRrrrRrRppPPpPp!*" An undulating burp blasted out.
Chie took deep breaths as her face flushed crimson. At some point, Yu had squeezed around her, for now he stood in front of his girlfriend with his back to her. "Huh? Yu-kun?" She drew her lips up into a small pout. Sheesh. I did all that for him, and he's not even looking now that I'm done. This was pretty embarrassing, you know!
"Chie," Yu began, voice heavy. With a dip of his head, he continued as his bangs shadowed his eyes, "We've been through a lot together this past year. We faced out, held out, and reached out for the truth." Yu clenched his fists. Trembling, he exclaimed, "So now, I'm going to be true to myself." Thrusting out of his hip and bending at the knees, he held an arm up towards the ceiling as he turned to face Chie.
Mouth agape, Chie stammered, "I-i-is that a—"
Normally Yu's signature dance pose involved pointing to the ceiling, and yet in that hand was a thick hose tube trailing all the way down to his feet and coiling onto itself like a snake. The sunglasses Yu had donned while his back was to Chie glinted. "I'm going to seize the moment!"
Chie's wide eyes trailed down the length of the hose. Her heart palpitated as if it were dancing all night. A smirk split her face, and Chie nodded once. "Bring it on, Yu-kun. I can take it!"
Yu whipped around to the kitchen sink and fastened one end of the hose to the faucet. No aspiring martial artist backs down from a challenge, Chie reminded herself. Treating the hose like a rope he was reeling in, Yu yanked it up until he held the other end in his hand. Isn't that what you told yourself when you came here tonight? Reaching out to Yu's extended hand, Chie took the nozzle from it. Popped it in her mouth. So go on, Girl. Make this a night Yu-kun'll never forget, no matter where he is or how far apart you are.
Yu turned the faucet handle to a third of its full power. Warm water flowed down the hose and into Chie's mouth with a soft hiss. Chie found herself swallowing repeatedly just to keep up, as if she were chugging another bottle of TaP Soda. Yet unlike a single or triple liter bottle, this arrangement had no limits and no end in sight.
With each swallow, Chie's belly bloated, a water balloon being stretched taut beyond any reasonable capacity. Chie spread her legs apart further and let her stomach fill the space between. It drooped down to her knees, still retaining its round shape. Rather, between all the meat, soda, and water crammed in there, it was even more unrelenting in its firmness than before. As it rubbed up against her inner thighs, the thigh fat smooshed around her stomach instead of both squishing into one another. At this point, Chie's jacket had become a bizarre bra for her modest breasts, leaving every inch of her belly exposed. The sleeves of said jacket had been stretched by Chie's new set of bingo wings and hammy forearms. Fluffy cheeks and a doughy double chin brushed against the upturned collar of the jacket.
Eyes never leaving Chie, Yu blindly reached behind him and felt the counter for the faucet's handle. Found it. Yanked it to two thirds of full thrust.
A muffled moan rose from Chie as she leaned back into the chairs. They creaked under her weight as Chie guzzled down the oncoming outpour of water. The skrrrrt sound of eight chair legs being pushed back simultaneously punctured Chie's ears as she felt her rear expand behind her. Adding to the cacophony were the sounds of Chie's compression shorts tearing. Shrrrrrrrrrrrip! Little rips appeared all across its surface, as if the clothes had lost a fight with a rabid animal. Fat seeped out between those rips, expanding the tears further and further until the shorts were reduced to scraps at her feet. This left Chie half sitting on the two chairs and half off, in nothing but her panties and an ill-fitting jacket.
As Yu took in this sight, he found his hand on the faucet handle slowly but surely pulling it.
Then, he could pull it no further.
Gushing water filled every nook and cranny of Chie's mouth, even though she was already swallowing so fast her throat felt tight. Chie's thighs ballooned, no longer restrained by her compression shorts. They overshot the edges of the chair, fat sagging past them. The chairs groaned, then all their legs snapped at once. Yet Chie had hardly a second to feel airborne; for her pillowy bottom and plush thighs snapped out to their full size with an audible bwooomf the moment chairs no longer constrained them. They touched the floor and Chie fell onto the tile, using the pancaking fat of her rear and thighs as cushioning. The side of her left bottom cheek squished against the kitchen counter, pushing up the fat in that cheek onto itself until it became a smooshed tower of lard.
With a jerk of his wrist, Yu shut the faucet off. Glanced between the hose attached to his sink and his girlfriend's reddened face. "I think I might have gotten a little bit carried away," he pointed out, taking off his sunglasses and setting them beside the sink.
Chie popped the hose out of her mouth, sighing. "HaaaaaAAuuURRpp." The tail end of the exhale turned into a burp. "Just a 'little bit'?" Chie repeated. Clamping her mouth shut, she let out a belch in her closed mouth. "*eeEERRRRPPpp.*"
Yu approached Chie, hand extended.
Eyes half closed, Chie tossed the hose nozzle in her hand aside. Is he trying to help me up? With a stomach that now reached halfway down her calves and a rear that stuck out behind her nearly as far as her gut did in the front, Chie couldn't help but think that without Yu's Persona Izanagi, he didn't stand a chance at moving his girlfriend. But still, she appended, noting Yu's upturned eyebrows, it's cute he cares so much.
Yu's foot caught on the coil of the hose. "Oh!"
"Watch ou—!"
Yu landed squarely on Chie's stomach. Yet instead of sliding off a rock-hard surface, he sunk into it like a water bed. Fat wrapped around Yu's arms, legs, and torso, as if he were making a snow angel on her doughy body. Yu raised his head, resting his chin on the hem of Chie's jacket. At this angle, he could just barely see his girlfriend's face past her breasts, while Chie could just barely see the smile on her boyfriend's face past said breasts.
Even if this was totally embarrassing, Chie thought, hoisting her arms up and wrapping them around Yu's back, I'm glad I came up with something special to do for Yu-kun in the end.
Chie's eyelids fluttered. "Was... was this okay? For a goodbye present?" Voice taking on a soft, demure tone, she confessed, "It may not look like it, but I do work really hard as your girlfriend, you know. To be someone special for you. Someone who'll go further for you than anyone else."
"Chie...." As Yu opened and closed his mouth, Chie felt his chin rub against her now-fluffy stomach, almost tickling her. "You're always pushing yourself for me." Yu burrowed his arms deeper into Chie's belly, letting them vanish completely within the sea of fat. "Our bonds have become so strong, we don't need words like 'goodbye.' "
As Chie's face reddened, she turned her head to the side. Noticed the "YU NARUKAMI: GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN" sign. The gray and green streamers had intertwined, keeping the gray streamer from slipping away and off the sign.
"Stupid," Chie grumbled as a goofy grin lit her face. Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep as she muttered,
"You weren't supposed to like your present that much."
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Trails of Heavy Steel: Full Fie (ToCS3 WG)
Synopsis: When Rean reunites with his old classmate Fie, he finds some big changes have taken place while they were apart.
Happy Reading!
Author's note: This story contains very light spoilers of Trails of Cold Steel II and III.
S. 1206. 1/23. Friday.
Rean's boots clomped on the cobblestone of Saint-Arkh's streets as he sprinted. His belt buckle clinked repeatedly as it hit his pumping legs. Weaving around pedestrians carrying groceries, lampposts shut off, and pine trees sprouting out of planters, he scanned the doors of the tall upmarket houses. His head jerked about, as if a surrounding crowd were calling his name from all directions. "April Cafe, April Cafe," he muttered. The chilly winter air turned the beads of sweat on his brow to ice.
Two women watched Rean as they whispered to one another with hands cupped around their mouths. Avoiding eye contact with them, he noticed the apartment complex doubling as the Bracer Guild house in the corner of his eye. He skid to a halt, boots squeaking on the brick sidewalk.
Standing before the entry gate, Rean stroked his chin. Knowing her, she must have planned for us to meet close to the Guild so she could make up for lost time later. She really put a lot of thought into this. He ran a hand through his hair. And yet I had to screw it all up by letting myself get recognized as the so-called hero, the 'Ashen Chevalier.' Cringed. Maybe I should start wearing glasses or something.
Rean turned in place and stared across the street. "Ah-ha." There stood a brick building with a red awning and a wooden easel displaying a menu out front. He approached the double doors, peering through the glass windows.
Inside, tables with diamond-patterned tablecloths and chairs with tufted leather upholstery dotted the open space of the wood floor. Framed paintings and display shelves bursting with cans and condiments lined the walls. Small fans spun lazily overhead, and the sweet scent of fresh bread wafted through the doors' gaps.
Wincing, Rean studied the diners at each table. I hope she's not too mad at me. A flash of silver. There! The table in the center of the room. The only one with three chairs instead of four. That has to be Fie.... He blinked. Squinted. Right?
A short girl sat at the table, jabbing her spoon into a bowl like a spear. With a jerk of her wrist, she catapulted the food off the spoon and into her mouth. The girl repeated this motion over and over, hardly pausing in her assault to chew. Before her, plates smeared with meat blood rested like felled corpses on a battlefield. Yet it wasn't the plate pile that stood out to Rean.
After all, the girl in question was sitting on two chairs.
Throwing the door open with a sharp creak, Rean stepped into the cafe. "F-Fie?!" he cried, voice cracking.
"Ullp—!"
Fie slammed her palms down on the table, sending the plates clattering. Crimsoning, she scrunched up her eyebrows and stood. "Rean?!"
Fie's stomach hit the underside of the table. Silverware spilled off the sides, banging on the floor. Her bouncing rear smacked into the backs of her chairs, plowing them over. Shrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiip! Her spandex shorts split straight down one side as Fie rose to her full height.
The two gazed at each other from across the room, neither flinching.
Rean rubbed the back of his head. "I-it's been a while, Fie," he offered.
Fie trailed a hand to her side, fingers fanning out against the exposed flesh of her hip. Pulling up the scarf around her neck, she hid her mouth. Looked to the side. The blush on her cheeks deepened.
"Ja...."
Having picked up the chairs, tidied up the silverware, and stacked the dirty dishes into a pile, Rean and Fie sat next to one another. While other customers were chatting amongst themselves and clinking their silverware, Rean had nonetheless appointed himself Fie's sentry. His tall, broad frame blocked the sight of the tear across Fie's shorts.
Yet this left her hip beside Rean, and every movement the former mercenary made, the plush fat congealed around his hip and leg. Rean dug his elbows into his ribs, straightened his back, and balled his hands in lap. He looked more like he was meeting his royal majesty for a solemn ceremony and not a former classmate for a leisurely reunion.
Fie had tucked the corner of a napkin into the collar of her top like a bib. With languid movements, she scooped a spoon into her bowl of chopped liver, raised the colorful sliced vegetables and chunks of chicken liver to her mouth, and took a bite. Pressed her plump lips together into a thin line as she chewed. Bringing up a corner of the napkin, she dabbed at the nothing dirtying her mouth.
In the months following their graduation, Fie appeared to have had many other binge sessions. For a fluffy double chin drooped from her rounded face until the underside was hidden by her scarf. Broadened shoulders stretched the tops of the belt straps around her armpits, while hammy upper arms strained the undersides. Long black gloves emphasized the thickness of her arms. Volleyballs-for-breasts forced down the collar of her top, leaving generous, deep cleavage on display. The black outer bra clasping her boobs squeezed them until the fat seeped over the edges, giving the appearance that someone was groping her breasts. Whenever Fie breathed, they swelled out, and the outer bra squeezed them tighter. These boobs pushed the flaps of her unzipped jacket apart and rode up her shirt until it looked more like a bikini. Without any fabric to cover it, the creamy flesh of the double rolled belly stuck out in all its glory. The thin top roll was pinched between her breasts and the bottom roll until it looked more like a love handle. The lower roll filled her lap, protruding until it took a bite out of the side of the table. Hearty love handles stuck out her sides, resting on the tops of her hips. Said hips stuck out until she filled two chairs all by herself. The slits in her skirt were stretched so far apart, one could see the black shorts underneath. At least, Rean hoped they were shorts and not just part of her garter belt. The former mercenary's scarf dangled down to her ass, each flap resting across one of the cheeks. Rean had the impression the scarf was supposed to hang past the back of her knees, and yet, Fie's butt bulged outward until the trailing scarf fabric failed to reach past her rear. It was little wonder, as each ass cheek rose partway up her back and filled the entire surface of its respective chair. This left Fie squatting in front of the chairs with just her butt resting on the surfaces. That would have proven a challenge, were it not for the tree trunk thighs supporting her. Said thighs were almost thick enough to cover the front of her chairs' legs. Against these opponents, the straps on her garterbelt were pulled until the brown leather had turned tan at the middle.
Lowering the napkin, Fie sized up Rean. "You've gotten taller."
Rean started. "Y-yeah. And you've gotten...." Gulping, he craned his neck back and peeped at Fie's ass. Her back rolls were smooshing into the top of it. As she leaned forward to take another spoonful, her thigh fat splayed out and squished Rean's leg.
He scooted over until he hung half off his chair. "Y-your certification as a Bracer now, right?" Flashed a shaky smile. "Wow."
Fie answered as she ate another spoonful. "Yup."
Rean mused, It would... be rude to say anything, right? Elise once insisted I never ask a girl about her weight at the risk of death. Giving a firm nod, he prepared himself as if for a crucial mission for the government. Then I'll have to talk about something else. Anything.
Clearing his throat, Rean turned to Fie. "I'm sorry about being late. I'm not used to having to sneak around to avoid being recognized. It's..." The Ashen Chevalier glanced at Fie's stomach squishing the table. "A big change."
A bead of sweat trickled down Rean's forehead. Well, so much for that plan.
Shifting her gaze, Fie muttered, "I... guess so." While as dry as ever, the former mercenary's voice had a hint of anxiety.
Rean turned away to the front of the cafe. At the long wraparound counter, the owner was preparing a cup of tea. Her spoon clinked against the glass as she stirred. A spicy aroma rose.
In a subdued voice, Fie spoke up. " 'Bout a year ago now, everyone else in Class VII had to study a whole year of material in a few weeks to graduate."
Rean's brows furrowed. The cafe owner withdrew the spoon and set it in a basin built into the counter. I couldn't be there for her then. That was around when I started taking secret missions from the Intelligence Division.
"The others were okay," Fie continued, tenser. "But I wasn't like them. I grew up on a battlefield of swords and guns, not papers and pencils." A pause. "So I asked Sara what to do. In what the Boss would've called 'a hail Mary.' "
Rean upturned his eyebrows. Our Instructor was a last resort for school help?
"She said I was too tense and had to learn to loosen up. So I should try having. Umm... a couple snacks while studying."
Handing the tea glass to a waitress, the waitress crossed the room and passed Rean. The scent of freshly brewed tea leaves teased his nostrils. He craned his neck, following the waitress. She handed the glass to a woman sitting by herself in the corner.
Fie finished, "You couldn't be there for us, so... it felt good. As a distraction."
Frowning, Rean turned back to their own table. Meat juices dribbled down the sides of the mountain of Fie's old dirty plates, running down the decorative rims. And then she kept eating whenever she felt lonely, huh?
Fie rubbed her mouth with the napkin bib, sneaking furtive peeks at Rean. The finished chopped liver bowl before her was dotted with pepper flecks.
"I'm supposed to be a member of your Class VII family," Fie muttered. "Someone strong you could rely on." She let go of the napkin. Drifted her hands down to her love handles, squeezing them. The fat bunched up until it swallowed her fingers. "So much for that, huh?"
Rean planted a hand on Fie's scalp. Patted it. She shut one eye as she frowned. "Huh?" Looking over her shoulder at him, Fie smooshed her double chin.
"You have grown stronger, Fie," Rean insisted. "The old Fie I knew never would have cared so much about what others thought." Smiling, he stroked her silky hair. "The fact you do now shows how much you've matured."
A silent exhale passed through Fie's parted lips. "I was scared you were going to abandon me, like my old family did," she whispered.
Giving her head another pat, he objected, "C'mon, give me a little more credit. Everyone in Class VII is my family." He chuckled. "And something like this won't change that a bit."
Twisting to the side, Fie threw her arms around Rean's torso. Yanked him into her. "Oof." His chest pressed into her breasts, pancaking them outwards. The top roll of Fie's stomach smooshed against his toned waist.
Closing her eyes, the former mercenary burrowed her head into Rean's shoulder. "Mmmm." She tightened her grip on him. Voice lighter, she mumbled in a muffled voice, "It's been too long since I felt like this."
Other customers' stares weighed on Rean's shoulders. Yet his eyes never left Fie. The way her head shifted as she tried to find the perfect position, rubbing her cheek against Rean's torso all the while. The way her shoulders dipped up and down as she breathed, squishing her back fat in and out. The way her butt cheeks shook as she swung her legs, acting like a cat wagging its tail.
Taking the hand off her head, Rean spread out his arms around her wide frame and reached for her back. His hands couldn't quite make it all the way around her.
Fie realized, "I'm not sure what this feeling is, but I always get it when you're with me. It feels... warm."
An unfamiliar voice broke in, "Sorry for the wait. One order of rainbow mille crepe for the lovely couple!"
Untangling their arms, the two veered away, faces burning. A waitress set a plate with a slice of crepe cake down. The stacked multicolored layers of pastry formed a rainbow gradient. Colored sprinkles covered the top. Taking two spoons out of her apron and placing them on the table, she winked at Rean. He winced as she walked away, humming.
Fiddling with her hair, Fie spoke up. "I guess I can let you off the hook for being late. This time." Half closing her eyes, she smirked. "But my 'boyfriend' should take some responsibility. Let's split the bill. 50/50." At the word 'boyfriend,' her cheeks tinted even redder.
"Uh, nice try." Rean balked, pointing to the dirty plate stack. "But I don't think so."
"Cheapskate," Fie retorted. Planting her elbows on the table and raising her hands, she rested her double chin on her open palms. "Then you can help me finish my order." She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. "Aaaaaaahhhh...."
Rean blinked. "Man. You got bolder since I last saw you, huh?"
Brows twitching, Fie kicked Rean's boot under the table.
Rean drew his feet back as he suppressed a laugh. With a shake of his head, he took one of the spoons. Cut it into the spongy pastry with ease.
"I hope you're not full, Fie."
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Sweet, Sweet Sakura (FSN WG)
March 2nd, 2003
Shirou clapped his hands once. Dipping his head, he declared with a smile, "Thanks for the meal."
Sakura sat across him at the table in Shirou's dojo. She mirrored the smile, giving a slight nod as she pushed back her hair. Having emptied her three bowls of rice long before Shirou finished one, she had no need to repeat the prayer.
Judging from Sakura's size, Sakura had been eagerly wolfing down carbohydrates at a speed that starkly contrasted with her delicate mannerisms for a while now. For her chin ballooned out, brushing up against the collar of her school uniform. The young woman's already sizeable breasts swelled even further, each one having more girth than a soccer ball, and far greater heft. A round, plush stomach protruded out from her midsection, filling her lap and eating the table. Yet the ridiculous rump sprouting from Sakura's behind dwarfed her stomach in size. Each cheek was as large and spherical as a yoga ball, only much, much softer. In fact, their malleability left Sakura with no need to sit on a cushion. Not only would it have gotten buried embarrassingly far between her cheeks, it would have proven far less effective a cushion than the one Sakura had built in. Between the way they squished against the wood floor and seeped out underneath Sakura like oversized pancakes, they looked like sagging bean bags.
Eyes fluttering between her bulging stomach and Shirou's contented face, Sakura tugged on her top. Every bite, every meal was for her senpai. One more taste-test. One more new recipe. One more practice meal. How long had she been thinking that way?
"Was it to your liking, Senpai?"
"Mm, definitely," Shirou intoned as he stood up. Stacking the bowls, he admitted, "You've been improving more and more lately." Grinning, he added, "You'll have to give me some tips sometime."
Sakura turned her head down, squishing out her chin flab. "Oh, no, I couldn't possibly...!"
Shirou gave a light laugh. "You should have more confidence." Sakura's face flushed. Despite the heavy weight weighing her down, she felt lighter than ever.
Placing the bowls on the counter, Shirou grabbed his bag from next to the sink and slung it over his shoulder. Stepping around Sakura, an action that grew more difficult every time the growing gal visited, Shirou headed towards the door.
"Ahh, Sakura," he blurted, looking over his shoulder as he slid his shoes on. "I'm sorry to spring this on you, but could you not come over to make dinner today?"
All the weight came back at once, grounding Sakura in place like a ship that dropped its anchor. "Eh?"
Shirou tapped the bottom of his shoe against the floor, scooting his foot to the back of the shoe. "It's just I, well." Facing forward, Shirou scratched his chin. Stopped tapping his foot. Switching to tapping the other foot, he continued carefully, "I took an extra shift at my part-time job right after school. I don't want you to come here to an empty home."
The words 'empty home' made Sakura wince.
"Sakura?" Shirou repeated, turning back to her.
A tiny smile on her lips, Sakura instinctively said, "Yes, that's fine. Anything you want."
The words felt like poison in her mouth. The sort of automatic response she'd give her brother any time he so much as looked at her funny.
Upturning his eyebrows, Shirou shook his head and held up his hands. "Oh, I'm not kicking you out or anything! It's just, ah, eight. Could you come at eight instead? I should be finished work by then."
Sakura opened her mouth. Yet Shirou opened the door, leaving little room for debate. "Well, see you then."
"Senpai!" Sakura called. "I made you a—"
Shirou shut the door behind him with a definitive thud.
Upturning her eyebrows, Sakura turned to the counter. Sitting on it were two bentos. "I made you a bento," she finished quietly.
Sakura's hand found its way into her skirt pocket. Feeling the cold grooves of the key inside, she remembered the day Shirou gave it to her. After several weeks of helping with chores at his dojo, Shirou gave her a copy of the dojo's key out of the blue.
It was as though he welcomed her into his family with that one simple gesture.
Heaving a sigh, Sakura shook her head, snapping herself out of the memory. Placing her palms on the table, Sakura pushed hard. The opposite end dipped upwards as she hoisted her legs out from under her. Having gone numb from the burden of carrying Sakura's twin cushions, they refused to cooperate. Accustomed to this, Sakura learned to rely less on her body to carry the weight and to let the table hold it when she stood.
Sucking in short breaths, Sakura lumbered over to the bentos and scooped them up. A calendar hanging over the counter caught her eye. March second. The young woman's birthday.
But to Shirou, it was another school day.
Sitting in the first-year classroom at Homurahara Academy, Sakura took in the sight of students around her chatting. Bento tops slid off. Chairs squeaked as students turned them around to face each other. Chopsticks snapped as they separated them.
Taking out the two bentos from her shoulder bag, Sakura stood up and wobbled away from the hubbub. Giving students milling about the hallway as wide a berth she could, Sakura reached the stairs to the second-years' floor and ascended them, sucking in air every step.
Clutching the two bentos to her breasts, Sakura smiled. As she reached the next floor, she tucked in her head, gazing at the bentos. I wonder what Senpai will say about my cooking this time...
Something smacked into Sakura, sending wobbles through her stomach and breasts.
"Ah!"
The two bentos crashed to the floor. The lid on one popped off. The meticulously prepared pattern of fried shrimp as sun rays and a ramen soup egg as the sun shifted, spilling the soup onto the eggs.
"Oh, no...!" Sakura bent over, reaching towards the bento.
"Stupid swine," an all-too familiar voice hissed.
A hand grabbed Sakura's chin, fingers sinking into the flab. Wincing, Sakura looked up, meeting the scowling gaze of her seething step-brother, Shinji.
"What would you have done if those eggs spilled onto my uniform?" Shinji spat. "Huh?!"
Today was not the day for this. Averting her gaze, Sakura began, "I—"
Letting go of Sakura's chin with a, "Pshh," Shinji grabbed her bingo wings and pulled her up. Students lingered in the halls, mingling dying down as their wide eyes peered at the Matou heir. "My, my," Shinji gasped, voice cool and refreshing. "That was quite a spill there. Are you all right?"
The students turned away and resumed their conversations.
Face contorting into a snarl, Shinji leaned into Sakura's ear, his warm breath sending chills down her spine. "Listen here," he whispered. "How many times do I have to tell you to not come near me at school? Don't even step one foot onto the second-year's floor anymore. You're my pet, Pig. Do as I say, or I'll keep tightening the leash."
Trembling, Sakura whispered back, "Yes, Onii-san. Anything you want."
Shinji backed up, eyes cast on the floor. "Tsk." Bending over, he scooped up the unopened bento. A muffled protest rose from Sakura, but it died in her throat. Shinji lifted off the lid with one finger, leaning in to see the contents.
"What is this," Shinji demanded, looking up. "Matching bentos? Have you grown grown into such a fat sow that one isn't enough anymore? Or perhaps..." Shinji narrowed his eyes. "You planned to eat this with Emiya?"
Sakura looked away.
Shinji pushed off the lid, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter. Grabbing the shrimp, he shoved them in his mouth all at once. Crumbs assailed the bento like falling rain. Chewing with his mouth open, he pointed at Sakura. "Keh, awfhull. Youh shuuld be grahfull. I'm sparhhing Emiyah from phish disasther."
Eyes staring at the spilled bento below, Sakura gave a single nod.
Shinji made her watch him eat the whole bento.
Lying face-up on her bed in the empty home that was the Matou estate, Sakura stared up at the ceiling. One arm rested on her forehead. The bingo wing, heavy as a bag of flour, weighed the arm against her head so hard that she had a headache.
Sakura never shared a bento with Shirou before. That's all she needed for today.
What would he have said when she asked to eat with him?
What would he have thought of the sun pattern?
Would he have given that irresistible smile that said, "I just can't leave you alone can I, Sakura?"
Shifting her arm to block her vision, Sakura muttered, "Tomorrow will be better."
The mechanical words had long since rusted.
No, no. This wasn't a big deal. In fact, Sakura should have expected this outcome. It's nothing to be upset over. If anything, she should be grateful to Shinji. Grateful he didn't do anything worse.
But Sakura couldn't shake one thing.
Senpai's celebrated my birthday before, she thought. With a grunt, she hoisted herself over onto her side. Her rear wobbled and rippled from the sudden movement, and the bed groaned in protest. So why would he schedule to work later today?
No, Sakura knew. She was always filthy on the inside. Shinji and Zouken saw to that. But now she was filthy on the outside, too. Sakura looked down at her body. Bulging breasts obscured the view, but there was no missing her gargantuan ass. The ass that had formed two large ovals in the mattress from where Sakura would usually lie. Pursing her lips, Sakura rubbed a hand down her hip. Shirou could see this. All of her fifth. Her shame. Closing her eyes, Sakura dug her free hand into into her skirt pocket, caressing the edge of the key Shirou gave her. The cold steel provided little reassurance. Senpai's already given so much to me, Sakura thought, thinking I deserve more is too much to ask.
Wincing, Sakura closed one eye. "Ah!" Withdrawing it from the pocket, Sakura gazed at her hand. A tiny stream of blood dripped down her index finger and into the crease of her palm. Frowning, Sakura watched the blood trickle.
Shaking her head, Sakura whispered, "No." Thrusting all her weight into her hips, she sat up. The bed caved deeply in the middle. This is one day I'm not going to spend sulking. Running her hands down her waist, Sakura straightened out her uniform as she stood up. Even if Senpai isn't there, I'm going to visit. If I can't have a bento with him today, and wanting to have dinner with him is too much to ask, then I'll at least enjoy being in his home.
Sakura walked out of the room. Every creak of the floor under Sakura's heavy footfalls sounded like a growl.
Sakura unlocked the door to the dojo. Stepping in, she whispered, "Pardon the intrusion," which failed to calm her nerves. Despite using the key Shirou gave her, she still felt unwelcome. Like a burglar, she was stepping into an empty home after the sun had set.
Sakura used the tip of her shoe to press against the back of her other shoe, popping her foot out. As she did the same for her other foot, the young woman gazed around her breasts to see the floor. "Senpai's shoes? I thought Senpai was work—"
"Sakura?!"
Sakura jerked her head up, a flood of emotions washing over her at the familiar voice.
In the foyer, Sakura spotted Shirou standing on a stool in front of the kitchen counter. He turned around, elbows pressing a folded piece of paper into his chest. Face as red as his hair, Shirou sputtered, "Y-you're, ah, early."
Sakura's eyes darted around as she stepped into the foyer, lips parted from a suspended inhale. Balloons dotted the ceiling. Streamers lined the walls. A three-layered white cake half as tall as Sakura sat on the table.
Sakura ran her hand across the table. Confetti littered the top. "Senpai, you did all this work... for me?"
Upturning his eyebrows, Shirou gave an irresistible smile. As he stepped off the stool, a weary laugh escaped his lips. "Looks like you caught me." Fumbling with folded paper in his hands, Shirou spread out his arms. A colorful print on it read "Happy Birthday, Sakura!"
Sakura put her hands over her mouth.
Shirou couldn't see past the banner. "Sorry about lying this morning. I didn't have work today. I made sure of it. Ah, that is," Shirou wriggled in place. "I had to set all this up. And I was in a rush this morning since I'm no good at lying. If I stayed any longer, I might have apologized and admitted to everything."
A few seconds of silence. Shirou brought his arms closer together, dipping the middle of the banner with a crinkle, allowing him to see past. "Sakura?"
Sakura had her eyes fixated on the balloons on the ceiling. Fingering a string that dangled low enough to reach, Sakura murmured, "You shouldn't have done so much for me, Senpai." Sakura's free hand gripped the key in her pocket. "I'm always imposing on you."
Shirou blinked once. Closing his eyes, he folded up the banner and smiled again. "Heh." Opening his eyes, he walked up to Sakura and placed a hand on her shoulder. Sakura drew her shoulders in. A hopeless attempt to make herself look smaller.
"What are you talking about? Every day your kindness brings life to this home." Shirou flashed a cheesy grin. "I might have gone crazy long ago if it was just me and Fuji-nee cooped up in here."
"Senpai..."
Averting his gaze, Shirou scratched his chin. "J-just let me know if you don't like the decorations. If Fuji-nee were in here, she'd probably laugh at me and say this looks like a little kid's birthday party."
Sakura shook her head. "No, Senpai." Sakura put a hand to her mouth, laughing a bit. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she nodded. "They're perfect."
Shirou exhaled. "Glad to hear it." Stepping back a bit, he picked up a knife off the table. "Now, care for a slice of cake?"
Sakura turned to the cake. Looking at it closely, she realized it wasn't a white cake, but instead a cake swimming in white frosting. Rings of strawberries surrounded the edge of each layer.
"I think I really outdid myself this time. I wanted to express how grateful I was to you, and somehow it ended up like this... But if it's too much, just let me kn—!"
A low, loud grumble cried out from Sakura's stomach.
*GrrrrRRRROOOOOWWWWLLLlllllll...*
Sakura hugged her belly, digging her forearms into the plush surface. They all but vanished as she pressed deeper. A vain attempt to keep it quiet.
Face and ears burning red, Sakura sputtered, "I-it's a little large. But if it's for you, I think I can finish it, Senpai."
Shirou blinked.
" 'Finish?' "
"*huuuurrrRRRRoooOOOORRRpppp!*"
Sakura belted out a belch, simultaneously popping the last button of her uniform's top and unzipping the sides of her skirt. Her stomach shot out several inches, tightening against the buttons of her white, button-up shirt underneath. Creases spread out around the buttons. An oval formed between each one, showing off the red-tinted tummy it held within. Sakura's belly button stuck out between the gaps, having long since popped out.
Face blazing red, just as much from embarrassment as being out of breath, Sakura wheezed, "E-excuse me. *eeuuURRp.*" Her stomach wobbled a bit as another button popped right off with a snap.
It was little wonder why Sakura had so much pressure built up. The birthday girl had downed a whole layer of cake before Shirou could so much as put a few candles on it. Icing smeared across her face, she sat on the floor in front of the cake, leaning back with her palms resting on the floor as she heaved in breaths.
Shirou rubbed the back of his head, wide-eyed. "I-I'm glad you like it..." The hero of justice turned around, candles in hand, and walked back to the kitchen to return them to the drawer. He didn't want to say it, but he was worried she might wolf them right down along with the cake.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Sakura turned away from Shirou. Heart pounded. Head felt light. The once dignified kouhai completely let herself go in front of her senpai, and yet... Sakura half opened her eyes, sneaking a side glance at her stomach. It stuck out far enough to be seen past her breasts. Sakura's heart pounded harder.
It's a little exciting to let go in front of Senpai.
Sakura rested her hands on the sides of her stomach, rubbing in a circular pattern with a smile. Senpai hasn't said anything about all this. He... he really doesn't think of me as fifthly. What would Onii-san have said?
The image of Shinji shouting at her over the bento flooded her mind.
The pressure in Sakura's stomach shifted to her breasts, and Sakura leaned her head back a bit to let out a deep belch. "*eeeeeuuuurrrrRRRRRRPPPPppppppp...*"
The image of releasing that in Shinji's face as he yelled at her gave Sakura more satisfaction than she'd have liked to admit.
"You seem like you're having fun, Sakura."
Head whipping forward, Sakura gasped, wide-eyed. Shirou sat cross-legged next to her, smiling.
"S-Senpai, that was!"
Shirou waved his hand. "Don't worry, don't worry. As a cook, there's nothing more satisfying than seeing someone you cooked for be happy with their meal."
Sakura's face flushed a deep crimson. Giving a small nod, she mumbled, "Yes..."
She looked away. Shirou scratched the back of his head. Lowered his arm. Sakura swallowed another burp. Silence.
Sakura's eyes jumped between the cake and Shirou's face. "Senpai?"
"Hm?"
As the young woman fingered her hair, frosting-covered fingers smearing it, Sakura's eyes shifted to the floor. "Thank you for the best birthday I've ever had."
Shirou closed his eyes and laughed. "Ah, you're exaggerating. I just wanted to make you happy."
Sakura closed her eyes and shook her head. Sinking her hand into her pocket, she withdrew the dojo key and held it to her chest. Beaming, Sakura opened her eyes and nodded once.
"Just that alone means more to me than you know."
Shirou squirmed in place, cheeks tinted red. "M-mm."
Putting her index finger to her mouth, Sakura began, "Although, if you want to make me really happy, Senpai..." Sakura tilted her head. "Could you feed me the rest of the cake?"
Shaking his head, Shirou picked up the knife with a grin.
"Coming right up!"
***
April 9th, 2004
"Thank you for the meal, Shirou."
Shirou stood behind the counter in the kitchen of his family's dojo, back turned to the grateful Saber seated in the living room. As the sink gushed water with a cuuuush, Shirou shifted a stack of ceramic bowls in his a palm to under the downpour. Yet not a spec of food remained in the bowls. A bead of sweat dripped down Shirou's forehead. He set the bowls down within the basin. Shut the faucet off. Glanced at the iron pot used to cook the kamameshi they ate for dinner. Not a rice grain dotted its sides either.
Another night of no leftovers.
The rustle of shifting fabric. Peering over his shoulder, Shirou regarded Saber with half-closed eyes. The King of Knights was dotting her face with a handkerchief. Straight back. Set shoulders.
No use looking formal now, Saber, Shirou mused. I saw the way you tore into that chicken kamameshi like it was some kind of enemy to Britain.
It was little wonder Saber left no enemies in her wake after said battle. For her sharp cheekbones had been dulled, buried beneath rounded cheeks. They brushed against her bangs, and the start of a double chin threatened to rest against the collar of her buttoned blouse. Her breasts had taken on curves, so unless this King claimed to be smuggling royal rounded footballs in her shirt, she wasn't fooling anyone into believing she was a man. The hem of her pulled-up long skirt stopped just short of her breasts, squeezing her torso. Creases appeared all along the edges of her breasts, shifting and tightening with her light breaths. A round belly poked out from her waist. Normally, standing up allowed Saber to pass off the undignified bulge as a poof in her skirt. Yet, seated on her legs like this, with said stomach filling half her lap, such a trick of the light wasn't possible. Supporting this blooming belly were fluffy thighs, tight in their pantyhose. They filled her once-billowing skirt as well as her thigh gap.
It's only been five weeks since we met, and only a few weeks have passed since the end of the Grail War. Yet it's not hard to imagine this quick transformation. Not with the way Saber eats. Eyes drawn to Saber's puffed-out, stuffed gut, Shirou thought, Somehow I don't think, 'It is merely to compensate for Mana deficiency, Shirou,' is gonna cut it anymore.
Shirou watched as Saber lowered the handkerchief, folding it into a perfect square. Leaning forward, she set it in the middle of the low oak table. The motion left her gut hitting into the edge of the table. Yet with how tightly packed it was with rice and chicken, the orb wound up shifting the table instead of squishing around it. It'd be nice if she could relax a bit. Be more honest with herself and admit she enjoys modern food. Excuses just make her sound like a little kid.
Blinking, Shirou muttered, "How old is she, anyway?" He turned and leaned his back against the stainless steel counter, resting his palms on the surface. "Saber, when's your birthday?"
Saber's brows knit as she sat back down. Frowned. Turning, she interrogated, "Why are you asking such a question?"
Shirou rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, well, I was just wondering. Isn't it a normal question to ask?" Red dusted Shirou's cheeks as he mentally stipulated, About your friend?
"I may be living during the modern era now, Shirou," Saber replied in a cold tone, "but I am still a king. Kings have forgone such self-indulgent frivolities."
"But a birthday is when you celebrate being born," Shirou countered. "It's a big event. Can't you make an exception and indulge for just one day?"
Saber balled her hands in her skirt. Wrinkles appeared all around her belly, highlighting its shape and depth. "I have grown too lax already." Standing up, Saber crossed the tatami mats of the living room and onto the wood floor of the kitchen. Each step clinked the stack of rice bowls in the sink. "Self-discipline is an art that must be practiced at all times." the King of Knights grabbed the pot beside the sink, and Shirou stumbled off the counter. Flipping the pot upside down, Saber set it inside the open dishwasher. "And I am out of practice."
"Saber," Shirou cut in, hands fluttering about in the air, "you don't have to—"
"It's fine."
Saber approached the sink basin. Yet her stomach hit the oak cabinets built-in underneath with a dull thud. Mouth shut with a tight frown, she scooped up each rice bowl and placed them into the dishwasher, one by one.
Shirou sighed. Mumbled a, "Thank you," as he trudged out the kitchen and towards a sliding door. Reeling it back with a rattle, he looked over his shoulder. Rapped his fingers on the wooden door trim as he watched Saber bend before the dishwasher, back arched like a pregnant woman. Shirou opened his mouth. Shut it. A glint lit his eyes as he announced, "I'm off to bed. Pleasant dreams, Saber."
Shirou shot the sliding door closed behind him with a wrist flick. The door bounced back a bit as it hit the wood casing. The sound of Shirou's thumping feet echoed down the dojo halls.
Saber didn't look up from the dishwasher. Yet as the sound of Shirou's retreating footsteps reached her ears, her knit brows turned upwards. Gaze grew not sharp, but distant.
"King of Chivalry," a gruff voice from the past berated, "you are not a genuine king. You are someone trapped by an ideal of a king who exists for others, not himself. A true king must go beyond the extremes of any normal person's greed."
Saber murmured, " 'A big event,' was it?" Resting a hand on the side of her solid, bloated belly, she regretted, "And yet, as a disgrace of a king, I cannot even be greedy enough to celebrate that."
April 10th, 2004
Clang. Clang. Clang.
The sharp, ringing chink of metal on metal.
Saber's eyes shot open. Surrounded by darkness, the king laid flat on her back on a futon in a spare room in Shirou's dojo. No blanket. "It would hinder movement in emergency situations," she had explained to a baffled Shirou.
One such as this, Saber reasoned. Rising to her feet without so much as a creak of the wood floor, she sent a hearty wobble through her belly and breasts. The loose-fitting pajama top left the bottom half of her pale, jiggly stomach exposed. Short pants below had been strained and stretched by thick, curvy thighs, to the point of leaving the sides of the yellow fabric turning white.
As she snuck forward, spheres of light appeared around Saber's hands. A hilt materialized in them. Magic concealed the shape of the blade, giving the appearance of her holding just a hilt.
Saber slid the sliding door of her room open using the balls of her toes. Peering out into the black maw of the hallway, she scanned the dojo.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
Louder. From down the hall. The living room?
Holding the hilt close to her bosom, Saber inched onward. No matter the opponent, Excalibur can cut them down swiftly. She gripped the hilt until her knuckles turned white. I'll dispatch them before Shirou even realizes someone was here.
The sliding door to the kitchen was ajar. Saber peeked into the crack. Overhead, the semi-flush ceiling lamp bathed the room in a gold hue. From this vantage point, she could just barely make out glimpses of the lit wall opposite of the door. Some sort of banner had been erected. Has the enemy already claimed this territory as their own?
Craning her neck, Saber scrutinized the kitchen. No enemies there. But why are there more dishes than last night?
Turning forward, Saber noted dishes sitting on the table, laden with food. Could it be they already dispatched Shirou, and are having a lax discussion about their next move?! Saber narrowed her eyes. The arrogant fools.
A man with wide-set shoulders stumbled into view. Head to toe, he wore pitch-black armor. A blue tuft sprouted from his helmet.
Gritting her teeth, Saber seethed, To think he could sneak up on me like this. One of the strongest knights of the round table... Lancelot! Saber leered forward, until her softened belly smooshed against the surface of the door. To not notice him sooner, I truly have grown soft.
A jerk of her wrist, and Saber flung the door open. The armored man whirled around, clinking as Saber let out a shrill battle cry. Hilt held high over her head, she bolted straight for him. A furious swarm of light orbs spun around her, a hurricane of magic power manifesting.
"EXCALIBU—"
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" an equally loud and panicked voice blurted. Hand fumbling, the armored man threw his helmet to the floor with a bang. Wheezed as beads of sweat dribbled down his forehead. "Y-you'll bring the whole place down!"
"Shirou?!" The orbs of light dissipated as Saber's sword hilt vanished from her hands. "What are you doing, up at this hour?" Brows furrowed, she considered Shirou's armor as a blush overtook her cheeks. "A-and why the armor? It's misleading."
Examining the gauntlets on his hands, Shirou spread out and closed his fingers. "Ahh, I made a last minute request to Illya to lend me one of her decorative suits." He added, shuddering, "Sella wasn't too crazy about that, though."
"That fails to explain why you would want—"
Saber cut herself off. Behind Shirou, she could see the golden dragon, the crest of King Arthur, embroidered on the banners on the wall. Between the banners was a modest stack of wrapped presents.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Grumbling, Shirou hobbled over to the presents, armor clanking every step. "And Tohsaka says I'm dense...." He spread his arms. "Happy birthday, Saber!"
Saber's eye twitched.
Gulping, Shirou rambled, "O-okay, so maybe the costume was a bit much. Banners too. It's all just, you know, to set the atmosphere."
Saber maneuvered around the table, sending tiny bounces through her belly. Each bounce, the hem of her top floated upwards a bit. This offered glimpses of her deepened navel. "How much did these cost?" She lifted up a present with a crinkle of paper. "I'll pay you back and extra for the labor of carrying them."
Shirou's arms drooped. "Th-that's not how this works."
"Where is Sakura?" Saber continued. Frowning as she studied the other presents, Saber worried, "I hope she was not also inconvenienced on my behalf."
"I asked her to stay home today," Shirou admitted, voice heavy, "so we could eat your breakfast with just the two of us."
Bending over, Saber set the present down among the others. The motion left her belly squishing against her thighs, fat splaying out. "My... breakfast?" Saber peeked over her shoulder at the table.
A salad bowl filled with fluffy dinner rolls of a golden brown shade. A basket bursting with the lush colors of a pineapple, melon, mango, fresh fig, apple, pear, clementine, orange, kiwi, plum, and medjool date. Three plates of thinly sliced, grilled herring, pink salmon, and white trout. In the middle of it all rested a tray of browned taffety tart, with the thick, viscous apple innards spilling out of holes poked along the pastry's top. A bottle of sparkling red grape Royalty Celebration Drink stood at the edge of the table Saber would sit by.
"This is not a typical meal," Saber blurted, surveying the setup.
Clomping up to her side, Shirou admired the table. "Mm. Well, it's a classic British breakfast. At least," he babeled, trying to scratch his chin through the gauntlets over his hands. "It was supposed to be. I wanted to serve you breakfast from your era, but of course you were too stubborn back then to even eat any."
"How did you—" Saber's eyes widened. Shirou's words last night echoed in her mind:
"I'm off to bed. Pleasant dreams, Saber."
"The Dream Cycle," Saber guessed. Servants and Masters could dream of one another's pasts when they slept due to their magical connection. Shaking her head, Saber accused, "Did you use the Dream Cycle just to find out what I would have enjoyed eating?"
"It was a bit of a failure," Shirou grumbled. Nodding at the presents beside their feet, he added, "But at least I found out your birthday was today."
Saber followed his eyes. Shirou hurried about all night, fighting unrest, just to purchase presents, put up banners, prepare a feast, and wear armor, all in my honor.
Fists clenched at her sides, Saber objected, "The next school term at Homurahara Academy begins Monday, in just two days. Your duty should be to fulfill your role as a student and get enough sleep." Saber's eyes cast down to her body. The sagging breasts that swelled and dipped with her every breath. The protruding paunch that dangled over her pants' waistband. "Not to waste time on serving a disgrace of a king."
Studying the semi-flush ceiling lamp, Shirou paused. Sucked in an inhale. "You know," he began, voice laced with a cocky edge, "this whole thing isn't about me serving any king." Frowning, Shirou straightened. Gazed into Saber's eyes. "It's about you serving me."
Saber blinked. "Pardon me, Shirou. What did you just—"
"I told you," Shirou insisted, " 'Birthdays are a big event.' Well, they're a big event because they make me happy." Armor clinking, he jerked a thumb at his chest repeatedly. "I did all this to. Uh." Shirou's voice faltered. Arm paused mid-jerk. Resuming, he stammered, "T-to make myself happy." He pointed at Saber, finger an inch from her nose. The King of Knights didn't flinch as Shirou elaborated, "A-and as king, it's your duty to take interest in what your subjects want!"
Saber's eyes saw past Shirou, beholding the fierce glare of a great man with crimson hair and the heart of a lion. The man with the audacity to claim her an ingenuine king.
" 'I am a king who exists for others, not himself,' was it?" Saber whispered to the man, echoing his words.
Shirou's finger drew back. "Saber?"
Saber let her shoulders droop. With small steps, she passed Shirou, circled around the table, and stood by where she'd normally sit. Regarded the feast of fish and fruits.
Even Shirou sees what you saw in me. So perhaps I am a foolish martyr. And perhaps you were a self-indulgent tyrant, to say, 'A king must lust more and laugh louder' than any other.
A blush dusted Saber's cheeks. "I-it cannot be helped." She knelt down, sitting on her legs. The King of Knights' thighs squished and wrapped around her calves.
But for just one day a year, I shall try indulging in your tyrannical greed.
"If it's for your sake, Shirou, I have no other choice," Saber rationalized aloud.
As Shirou sat down across from Saber, he grinned. Saber picked up a pair of chopsticks. Smiled at him.
"I must enjoy this day of frivolity to the fullest."
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Gutkogurashi (School-Live! WG)
Synopsis: Yuuri wants to be the best club president for the School Living Club she can be, but her growing appetite keeps burning through the club's limited supplies, even if it's putting them in danger.
Author's Note: This story is a rewrite of School Live / Gakkougurashi. Certain elements of the original's plot have been remixed, making this story a mixture of legitimate spoilers and "fake" spoilers.
October 26, 2012.
Inside Megurigaoka Private High School's 3-A classroom, a young woman stood alone. Plywood floor tiles covered the room, framed by beige walls. She stood beside a wood desk and chair, a spiral-bound book clutched between her fingers. It read: "Yuki Takeya's Diary" in bold letters, with "Journal, Scrapbook Thing" in tiny letters underneath "Diary." Using her thumb, she pried open the book, flipping through the pages. Eyes glazed over a series of dates and entries about "the adorable doggy I passed on my way to school today" and "all the cute clothes I'd buy if my allowance wasn't so stingy."
Glimpsing a certain date, the woman ceased flipping. Held the book closer to her face. As if devouring every word, she began to read....
April 23rd, 2012.
Today I made a big discovery! The ones buying all the chocolate bars every day weren't a group at all. It was one girl! She's so mature and stylish, too. I can't believe she has no one to share all that chocolate with. Maybe she doesn't have any friends, either. Maybe she wants one.... Maybe I could–
Meiji milk chocolate bars stacked in her hand, Yuuri Wakasa stood before one of Megurigaoka Private High School's vending machines. The snack dispenser rested behind the main building, up against the bleach-white walls.
It seemed as though this was far from Yuuri's first chocolate binge. For while her sizable breasts had a bit of padding that forced her unbuttoned cardigan to curve around them, her waist puffed out as well. The tall, thick waistband of her school skirt hid this bump, making it look like a mere bulge in fabric despite the creases around the waistband's buttons.
Yuuri's hands drifted beside her shoulder bag, hiding the bars behind it. From the bag's open zipper, the corners of hardcover textbooks poked up. Colorful tabs stuck out between their pages.
A glance side to side. Not a student in sight. Yuuri fiddled with the wrapper on a bar. The crinkling of the tinfoil left saliva building in her mouth. Upon unfurling a column of three pieces of chocolate, Yuuri bit off all three at once.
"Mmmmphhh...."
As the scent of caramel wafted up her nose, Yuuri chewed the rich, creamy goodness. She swallowed the chocolate and let out an elongated exhale. A strap of her shoulder bag slid down her slackened shoulder, yanking the sleeve to the side. This revealed a strap of her black lace bra. A string of spittle connected the top and bottom of Yuuri's lips as she opened her mouth again.
"Whoaaaaaaaaa!" a light voice rang out. "Even I couldn't eat all that chocolate!"
Whirling to the side, Yuuri jammed the hand gripping the chocolate bars towards her shoulder bag. The hand collided with the bag's side. Chocolate bars spilled onto the grass blades, fanning out.
A petite student bounded towards the chocolate. Heart palpitating, Yuuri crouched to the ground. Scooped up the bars. "D-did you need something?"
"I've made a new discovery!"
The student had knelt before Yuuri, a spiral-bound book labeled "Yuki Takeya's Diary" in hand. The student, evidently Yuki, was scribbling inside the book with a pink pen. "Gotta note it down."
Yuuri's eyebrow twitched as she stuffed the bars into her shoulder bag. Straightened the strap and her awry sleeve.
If she makes a record of this and tells other students about how a model student was eating in such an immodest way....
Yuki gazed at the shoulder bag with wide eyes. "Hey, hey. You aren't really gonna eat all of them, right?"
With a trembling smile, Yuuri dug a hand into the bag. Yuki perked her head up and let out an, "Oooo," as she continued to write in her diary without looking.
"Yu-Yuki... chan, is it?" Yuuri ventured. "Would you like a ch—"
Yuki stopped writing mid-sentence, while Yuuri cut herself off mid-word.
For frantic shrieks had broken out, piercing both girls' ears.
May 14th, 2012.
Rii-san scolded me for staying so late after classes were over. But she's seemed so preoccupied lately. When I ask her what's wrong, she just goes full Nag Mode and tells me I 'shouldn't ask too many questions.' By staying late after class to chat with Megu-nee, Rii-san had to come find me. That took her mind off what's worrying her, at least for a little bit.
"How is it there always seems to be more of them down there than I think?" Yuuri questioned in a whisper.
Shoes knocking on the white vinyl floor, Yuuri plodded down the hallway of the school building's third story with heavy steps. The student's body had grown. A soft film of pudge covered her face, and her breasts had swelled until they jiggled slightly every step. They repeatedly bounced her school ribbon into the air. The student's belly had distended, forming enough bulge and curve to look like a mother just starting the second trimester of a pregnancy. The extra thigh padding caused the hem of Yuuri's socks to dig into her legs.
Studying the windows facing the school's front yard, Yuuri watched students listlessly file out of the building. Heads hung. Shoulders slumped. Feet shuffling.
Beads of perspiration dotted Yuuri's forehead.
With a shake of her head, Yuuri pulled a Meiji chocolate bar out of her pocket. Tore it open. Closed her eyes. Took a bite. As the sweetness hit her tongue and the aroma of cocoa hit her nose, the memory of Yuki scurrying towards her chocolate stash last month replayed in Yuuri's mind.
The chocolate back then was fresher. The sun seemed brighter. The voices of students practicing sports seemed even more peaceful.
A muffled, high-pitched voice broke through Yuuri's vision.
"And then, and then guess what she did, Megu-nee. Kurumi-chan brought her shovel to dinner, so I asked if it was gonna be her spoon!"
Yuuri blinked. The chocolate bar in her hand had been reduced to an empty wrapper and crumbs. She stuffed the wrapper into a skirt pocket.
I've told Yuki-chan before that she has to keep her voice down.
As Yuuri approached the door labeled "Classroom 3-A," the sound of Yuki laughing boisterously rose on the other side. Yuuri slid the door open and stepped inside.
A musty, damp stench hit her. Beige walls formed the rectangular-shaped classroom, and plywood squares covered the floor. In the back, a line of open-faced lockers stood. Only Yuki's backpack filled the otherwise-empty cubbies.
Yuuri used the heel of her shoe to drag the sliding door behind her shut with a shiiiiif. The motion sent a bounce through her breasts and a wobble in her belly. Towards the head of the classroom, she spotted Yuki sitting on a wooden student's chair framed with a metal trim. Yuki swung her legs back and forth, hitting them against the metal support beams of her matching desk with a clang.
The desk faced the teacher's podium. There, their teacher Megumi rested her hands on its surface, bright eyes gazing down at Yuki. The drooping cowlick on her scalp waved in the wind from open windows. The bright pink ribbon around her neck matched Yuki's hair color, as if Yuki had picked it out and put it on the teacher herself.
"Ehhh, what do you mean?" Yuki whined at Megumi, puffing out her cheeks. "How'm I supposed to focus more on my studies when your lessons always go in one ear and out the other?" Blanching, Yuki shook her head. "Ah, it's not because you don't got any presence!" Yuki smacked a hand to her chest, upsetting the hat on her head. "It's my fault that your classes always put me to sleep."
Megumi's head drooped.
Dots for eyes, Yuki pumped her arms. "Nonono, wait! That came out all wrong. Um...!"
The room's stench began wrinkling Yuuri's nose. Plucking a mango lollipop out of her shoulder bag, Yuuri unwrapped it and stuck it in her mouth. Ran her tongue up and down both sides of the flat circle. As the tart flavor filled her mouth, it overpowered all other thoughts. The stick stuck out the corner of her mouth. An unlit cigarette.
Approaching Yuki, Yuuri pocketed the candy wrapper. The rustle echoed, and Yuki craned her head around. "Oh, Rii-san!" She stood. Scooted the chair back with a skrrrrt. Twinkle in her eye, Yuki stroked her chin and grinned. "That's a good look for you. You look like a hard-boiled noir character!"
Yuki snapped the fabric of her school uniform's collar, like it was a long trench coat. Fwip. "As the sunset's rays danced across 'er face in dusky streaks of black," she narrated, voice dipping an octave, "the dame strode up to the fetching young lass and—"
"Yuki-chan?" Rii-san cooed. She stood before Yuki, stomach an inch from brushing against the fellow student's slim waist. Eyes closed, shadow over her face, smile stretched a degree too far to look natural, the lecturer wondered, "What do you think you're doing, staying in class so late?"
Yuki gripped the top of her desk chair, batting her eyelashes at Yuuri and Megumi. "J-just being a good student! Staying after school, taking my extra lessons."
Brows knit, Yuuri held up an index finger. "A good student would obey her club's rules." Yuuri nodded at Megumi. "Right?" The teacher regained the light in her eyes.
Yuki puffed out her cheeks and folded over her chair's back, body limp. " 'School Living Club rule seven billion: members must always report to the clubroom after classes end.' "
Patting Yuki's head, Yuuri laughed, "That's right. Although as club president, I can assure you, I didn't make that many rules."
Yuki peeked up at Yuuri's face. "But why do we gotta care about rules, anyways?"
Yuuri's hand froze mid-stroke.
"You're such a worrywart, you and Kurumi-chan," Yuki went on, giggling. "Even if we don't follow some silly rules, nothin' bad's gonna happen!"
Crack.
Yuuri bit off the top of her lollipop. Swallowed. The mango flavor washed away with the built-up saliva, leaving her throat dry. Raw. Its citrus scent dissolved as the repugnant reek of the room resurfaced.
A raspy groan behind Yuuri. It rose in pitch and volume as the unseen entity howled. Another wail. Then another. A chorus of cries pierced Yuuri's ears.
How is it there always seems to be more of them down there than I think?
The shrieks seemed to be coming from outside the windows. The windows with fist-sized holes along the glass as if a halestorm of blows had rained upon them.
Glass shards littered the classroom floor below. Claw-like grooves and cracks tore gaps throughout the plywood floor. Splinters reached out from the edges, teeth eager to bite into the ankles of students. The desks and chairs laid on their sides, strewn about the room as if thrown by a huge, raging beast. Pools of a crusty, tar-like substance stained the tops of desks and the walls. A strip light in the ceiling dangled, suspended by one side. It flicked and cast misshapen, lurching shadows on the opposite wall.
Yuuri wrapped her arms around Yuki's head. Pulled her close. Every breath Yuuri took, Yuki sunk further into the embrace of Yuuri's warm breasts. As Yuki breathed, her tiny shoulders dipped up and down, brushing the fronts of Yuuri's breasts. Yuuri ran her cold, shaking fingers through Yuki's hair.
"Rii... san?" Yuki began, muffled.
"You're absolutely right, Yuki-chan," Yuuri murmured, voice cracking, "nothing bad is going to happen."
As club president, I'll make sure of it.
May 22nd, 2012.
Kurumi-chan was worried about us not having enough leftovers again. It's my fault. Every School Living Club mealtime, they use up two whole portions for my sake. And today, I ate even more food than usual. Maybe I shouldn't be wasting food like this.... No, Rii-san looked so happy she got to eat a lot today. That big ol' smile on her face is worth any sacrifice, right?
Yuuri and Yuki had gathered in the "Reference Room". Yet the sign hanging outside the door had been blocked by a paper, with a scribbled scrawl written on it that read: "School Living Club." Between the table in the center of the room surrounded by four foldout chairs, whiteboards on the wall with daily upkeep chores labeled for three club members with dry erase markers, and a sink full of dirty dishes, the room's descriptor seemed apt.
The club president stood by a metal counter, body twisted parallel to it. For the three-month bulge of her stomach had swelled to a maternal six, large enough to be mistaken for a smuggled basketball. This forced the hem of her skirt to rest halfway down her stomach and barely cover her navel. Yuuri's shirt covered most of the top half of her stomach, but it left a crescent of the belly exposed, revealing how reddened the skin had become.
Saliva built up in Yuuri's mouth as she dipped the ladle in her hand to the side, pouring thick curry broth into a bowl. Chopped carrots, potatoes, and beef plopped in. Steam rose, and the sharp, spicy scent of garlic along with it.
A gruff voice behind Yuuri objected, "Hey, hey, save some for leftovers!" Yuuri turned to find clubmate Kurumi Ebisuzawa resting an arm along the back of her chair, head cocked, eyebrows upturned. "Us School Living Club members are supposed to live like we're in a survival situation, right?"
Yuuri's eyes trailed to the windows along the end of the room. Black dots milled about the schoolyard. As she set the ladle back in the pan with a cling, she surveyed the inside. Just enough broth, veggies, and beef left for another scoop or two.
"There's not enough for us three to have leftovers," Yuuri realized. Brows knit, she calculated, I'm our inventory manager and records keeper. I know better than any of us the danger of being self-indulgent.
Yet as the potent garlic wafted up to her nose, her gut let out a low growl. *rrrrrrrrRRRRRUUUMMmmmmbbbllLLLEEEeeee...*
Yuuri shifted to the side, matching the creak of the plywood underfoot with the growling. She gnawed her lip. I'm the club president. Isn't that a good enough reason to justify a lack of self-control?
"Sheeesh, Rii-san, scooch over. You're always taking up too much room."
A light rapping hit Yuuri's back. Yuuri turned. Yuki grabbed the ladle out of her hand. Dumped the remaining curry into her own bowl. Broth danced along the rim. Yuki grinned. "Now it's fine, right? This way, we don't gotta worry about not having enough leftovers."
Kurumi made a face as she pointed her spoon towards Yuki. "Yu-Yuki, that's not what I meant."
Whipping around, Yuki exclaimed, "Let's ask Megu-nee!" She faced the fourth chair, where the teacher sat back straight, hands in lap, bowl untouched. "It's okay if I eat a little more, right?"
Yuuri and Kurumi exchanged glances.
"Score!" Yuki cheered. Skipping past Yuuri while humming a bouncy tune, Yuki plonked down into her seat and slurped spoonfuls down like the curry were a soup.
Yuuri gazed at the bowl in her own hands. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Kurumi shrugging. The look on her face said, You win some, you lose some.
The club president slammed her bowl down onto the counter with a clatter. Broth spilled over the sides. Yuuri leaned forward, pressing her swollen sphere of a belly into the counter. Angling it as if grinding against it, Yuuri leaned over the bowl. Shoveled spoonfuls into her mouth and chewed it only once before swallowing in greedy gulps.
It's fine. It's fine. I'm fine. Broth trickled out the side of Yuuri's mouth, dribbling down her chin and dripping onto her uniform's collar.
Megu-nee said it was okay.
As Yuuri stacked Yuki's emptied bowl with her own and Kurumi's, the club president took a bite out of a dwindling chocolate bar in her other hand. She ignored the crumbs raining down onto her breasts and searched the clubroom table for rogue spoons. Yuki had left hers to "Go pick up something she forgot in class," while Kurumi had left hers to "Get some exercise," shovel in hand, jaw set, eyes cold.
Turning to the sink built into the countertop, Yuuri plopped the bowl stack inside the basin. Let her hand drift towards the countertop's surface, dropped the chocolate bar onto it, and grabbed three emptied cups of pudding instead. The club president dug her fingers into each cup, running them around the rims. Thick, creamy pudding coated them. Tongue hanging out, she sucked the pudding off her fingers.
Kurumi-chan didn't want any food to go to waste, isn't that right? Yuuri mused, smirking as her tongue ran across her fingernails.
Volunteering to clear out the clubroom after meals gave Yuuri the opportunity to relish such secret desserts alone, without the thoughtless teasing of Yuki or the gratuitous grumbling of Kurumi.
Moving back to the chocolate bar from before, Yuuri took a bite. Yet I suppose I'm not completely alone in here.
Yuuri glanced at Megumi, who still sat in her chair, an immaculate spoon and folded napkins before her. No broth drops wet her supple skin. The bowl before her was full, steam no longer rising from it.
"What is it Yuki-chan's always telling you, Megu-nee? 'You do have presence.' "
The teacher did not reply.
Yuuri gnawed on her chocolate, shoulders tensing. What an odd thing to say....
Megumi did not meet Yuuri's gaze. The teacher just stared ahead. That was all the button eyes sewn into her head could do.
To a stuffed bear.
Yuuri sighed. Wiped her saliva-coated fingers on a towel by the sink. She lifted up the plush bear in Megumi's chair by the armpits and set it on the table.
"Megu-nee," Yuuri began, "ever since you... turned, I've been trying to hold the club we founded together. Trying to keep up the act around Yuki that the incident never happened." The club president studied the bear's eyes. "But...."
Yuuri kept her eyes fixated on the bear as she raised the chocolate bar to her mouth. All that met her lips was an empty wrapper.
*grrrRRrRRrRRUUmmmMBBbbBBllleeee...*
A burbling growl beckoned Yuuri. Half finished thoughts trailed off into nothingness. A deep, lustful longing pulled at her core, tightening her chest, dampening her crotch. As if the gut attached to her waist were an all-consuming parasite, infecting her nerves, her brain, her thoughts, her feelings.
This is just a toy, the Hunger chastised. It's not real. The only thing that's real are your cravings, your desires, your emptiness.
Upon Yuuri finishing the second serving of curry, the crescent of exposed flesh had widened into an oval, displaying the club president's shameful, angry red navel. The gut's bulge had inflated into an overstuffed fat sack rivaling a pregnant mother's final trimester.
You mother everyone in this club, Hunger persisted, and the unappreciative Kurumi and ignorant Yuki-chan don't see it. You're the only one keeping the club together.
Yuuri trailed a hand down her body. Down her bulbous breasts, along the side of her rigid, taut gut, and towards a button on the hem of her skirt.
So if you have to break apart every now and then, Yuuri and Hunger reasoned simultaneously, I shouldn't hold back.
Yuuri popped a button off, shooting it across the room. The globe gut sunk several inches as it ate up the extra space. The club's mother thumped down onto the chair and yanked a dirty spoon off the table. Yuki, Kurumi, it did not matter whose. All that mattered was the tool could quench her emptiness.
Yet as Yuuri lurched forward, her stomach hit the side of the table. Megumi's full bowl dipped to the side, splattering broth onto the surface. Panting as the tightness, the desire, the hunger wrang out her heart, Yuuri found her tongue wrestling its way out of her mouth. She lapped up the spilled broth with it, moaning as the cold broth slid down her throat.
All of this.
Lick.
This club I came up with with Megu-nee.
Lick.
This casualness, these 'family' meals...!
Lick, lick.
It's all to make Yuki feel better. To make a place where Yuki can escape from reality. It's all for Yuki.
Yuuri straightened, broth and saliva dribbling down her chin as she flashed a shaky grin. A dim light shone in her eyes.
Yes. So Yuki doesn't break.
Another button broke off of Yuuri's skirt. Yuuri's gut drooped another inch. Yuuri licked her chin and rubbed her gut's taut, exposed flesh.
*brrRRrrbbBBrrrlllleeEEeee...*
A ravenous growl rose. A starving plea for more or a muffled cry of surrender, Yuuri could no longer tell.
I can't be full yet. I've sacrificed so much for Yuki, Yuuri reasoned, digging her thumbs into her skirt's waistband and hiking it up. Her tight underbelly shoved the band back down. One extra meal can't possibly make up for how hard I work for her every day.
Blood rushed to Yuuri's head, swirling her vision and pounding her skull. Straining eyes scanned the room. They spotted a half-full bottle of curry powder.
I'm the inventory manager.
Yuuri's heart thudded in her chest.
No one but me knows the home ec club's refrigerator has enough left for a second batch. One extra meal can't make up for all I've sacrificed. But....
A flush of heat tingled throughout Yuuri's body. Beads of sweat dotted her flesh.
Two is a start.
June 12th, 2012.
Looks like Rii-san is starting to be more honest with herself lately! Today, when I was helping her with the rooftop garden, Rii-san looked tired cuz of it being so hot out. I thought snacking together again would cheer her up, but she kept resisting sharing her chocolate with me. If food makes her that happy, though, why should she have to sacrifice any just for me?
Sun high in the air, Yuuri crouched before one of the eight plots of dirt on the school's stone roof. Tomatoes. Corn. Daikons. Pastel veggies filled every inch of the soil plots, giving off a fruity scent.
Sweat beat down Yuuri's forehead and stained the pits of her school shirt under the cardigan. Yet Yuki, the club president's sole companion on the roof, had no perspiration on her soft skin, and neither would Kurumi if she had been there. For the plush chub on Yuuri's face did her no favors in the heat. Nor did the volleyball-sized breasts dragging down her collar until an inch of deep cleavage showed. Worse, instead of ballooning only when stuffed, Yuuri's belly had permanently become the size of a woman in the last month of her pregnancy. Yet the fluffy love handles sprouting out her sides and hanging over her skirt's waistband made the gut appear even larger. Curvy legs supported this heftier frame, with the thick fat in her thighs squishing around the hem of her socks.
Lush green cabbages sprouted in rows within the dirt before Yuuri. In a dainty pose as if she were a rain fairy, Yuki paraded around the plot's brick perimeter, sprinkling water from a watering can. Yet this fairy had walrus teeth, for a lollipop stuck out of each corner of her mouth, and her body seemed more reminiscent of a cherub. For a tiny tummy filled Yuki's once-loose shirt and hung over her skirt's waistband. The nigh-flat chest on the student had blossomed, becoming two discernable swells on her torso. Without a bra to keep them contained, they bounced freely with every skip Yuki made around the cabbages.
Yuuri leered towards the last cabbage in a row. The club president's doughy ball of a belly smooshed against her lap, pancaking outwards. Using the extra reach, she squeezed the cabbage's head. "Not quite firm enough," she noted. "Not ready for harvesting."
I wanted to make sandwiches, Yuuri complained mentally. They expire quickly enough that leftovers wouldn't be possible. I could easily prepare too many 'by accident' again. Eyes listlessly following Yuki's jiggling form, she thought, And if Kurumi were to say it's too much for just me to eat, then....
Yuki set the watering can on the bricks with a clank. Crouched beside Yuuri, squishing her belly into her thighs. Gazed at Yuuri, wide-eyed.
A lax smile spread across Yuuri's face. "Yes, Yuki-chan?"
"It's hot out."
You're so cute, the club's mother thought, suppressing a chuckle. You aren't even sweating. "Yes, it is."
"Like reaaaaaaaaaally hot out," Yuki whined, squirming her legs. This shifted her belly back and forth, fat seeping out and in. "And I volunteered to slave away in the heat anyways like the good club member I am."
Such a little kid. I'm going to make you say what you really want. Yuuri pat Yuki on the head, upsetting her hat. "You did a great job today."
Yuki ignored the gesture. Poked the side of Yuuri's smooshed belly repeatedly. The finger sunk right in every time. "Gimme a choco bar? Two?"
Yuuri poked her chin. "Hmm," she intoned, voice light and airy. "Maybe I should ask Megu-nee how you've been doing in class first."
"A-ahhh," Yuki cried, "wh-what's that sound?" The student thrust her ear towards Yuuri's belly, pressing the side of her head into the soft, malleable surface. A ball of air shifted up into Yuuri's chest. Mouth clenched shut, the club president clamped a hand over her mouth.
Yuki babeled, "I can hear the souls of a thousand chocolate bars, saying 'Rii-san's had too many of our brethren! Share some with Yuki-sama!' "
Face reddening, Yuuri rested a hand on Yuki's shoulder. "Yuki-chan," she began, voice steely calm. "Your foot is in my flower bed."
A short shriek. Yuki stood, backpedaling away from the plot. "Y-you're blushing though, Rii-san! You can't go into Nag Mode when blushing." Snickering, Yuki teased, "It looks too silly."
Yuuri turned her head away. "Goodness," she uttered, "maybe I won't give you a chocolate bar after all."
The pleas and excuses of Yuki's faded as Yuuri felt around a skirt pocket. Frowned. Empty? She turned both pockets inside out. Crumbs spilled, splaying across the stone roof. If I ate chocolate bars with Yuki-chan, I could have remembered the day we met again. Eyes narrowed and lip curled, she watched the students in their stained, ripped uniforms meander through the schoolyard below. Before this damn incident. Yuuri exhaled through her nostrils.
I'll just have to tell Kurumi we're too low on food.
The club president turned to Yuki, grinning. Yuki smiled back.
She'll trust the responsible, composed leader. They both do.
July 3rd, 2012.
I can't sleep. It's the middle of the night, but I can hear Rii-san and Kurumi-chan sneaking around the school. Ingredients and canned food will prolly be restocked in the clubroom again overnight. If that happens, I'll have to remember to thank Megu-nee for bringing it up from the cafeteria for us. I just hope it's not gonna run out soon....
"The cafeteria's kitchen should still have plenty," Kurumi pointed out, "even if it's sooner than usual for us to not have enough food."
Yuuri and Kurumi prowled through the unlit school cafeteria, flashlights in hand. Their tiny steps muffled their shoe squeaks on the rubber sheet floor. They passed columns of dilapidated tables with cracked and broken surfaces dirtied with black pools. What chairs had not been smashed into pieces sat on their sides, missing legs. Bite marks marred the plastic. A fusty scent hung in the air, as if mold spores lined the undersides of the tables.
The club president kept her flashlight pointed towards the distant kitchen, back behind the service counter at the far end of the room. One look at her figure, and it was not hard to figure out why it would interest Yuuri. Not only had her breasts grown heavy enough to rest on the top of her gut, said belly drooped onto her thighs. The round, bouncy ball wobbled up and down with the slightest provocation. The waistband on her skirt rested underneath her navel, the color of the fabric tinting brighter at the edges. Yet even the back had become discolored, for round, bulging butt cheeks strained the fabric. Another inch higher, and one would have been able to see her panties. Underneath, plump thighs filled her thigh gap and rubbed against one another.
Kurumi spoke up, voice low enough to not echo. "Say, uh," she began. "Isn't this going a little far, ya think?"
As the clubmate asked, she dipped the flashlight towards Yuuri's belly. In the light, the sweat dotting the exposed front of the gut glinted, giving the sphere a sheen.
Yuuri's face reddened. Like you can judge me. You spend most of your time outside the clubroom. You don't know how hard it is to cook something different for us every day. To keep up the act around Yuki. To mother them.
Turning her light on Kurumi's face, Yuuri countered, "My only jobs are inventory keeping and gardening."
"Well, yeah, but—"
"As long as I can do my job, it's not a problem," Yuuri continued, words tumbling out faster. "Besides, we can only store so much food before it expires. We're just making sure we eat everything before that happens."
"I guess so," Kurumi grumbled.
The two stopped walking, now standing before the service counter. Kurumi kicked up a leg, rested it on top, and slid over. Landed on the other side without a sound. Kurumi shifted her weight from side to side, pigtails swaying. Looked over her shoulder at Yuuri.
Yuuri asserted, "I'll keep watch."
"Shouldn't I?" Kurumi held up the shovel.
"I'll be fine out here." Yuuri's hand trailed into her pocket, fingering a wrapper within. I'd rather eat the umaibo I brought than dig around a dirty kitchen, anyway. "Don't worry."
Kurumi placed the shovel on the countertop with a clank. "You use it if you need it, okay?"
A smile crept up Yuuri's face. "Yuki-chan's right. You are a worrywart." Move faster.
Kurumi scratched her nose. "Oh, shush." Turned away.
"Oh," Yuuri blurted, "be sure to bring me any perishable foods you find right away."
Yuuri closed her eyes. Back before the incident.... Images of the past flashed in her mind. Filling her shopping cart with discounted soon-to-expire breads, berries, puddings. Walking home with bags bursting with groceries. Sneaking to her bedroom and binging them, watching as her flat stomach bloated further and further, tugging down her skirt's waistband. A grotesque defilement of her ironed, spiffy uniform. One that should not have been possible from the model student Yuuri.
If I could recreate that now....
The tension in Yuuri's shoulders melted. A tight, pulling sensation in her chest began constricting her breaths, turning them into pants. Each one caused her breasts to dip in and out with a light jiggle.
Yuuri half opened her eyes. Across the counter, Kurumi was scratching her head, mouth hanging open. "L-look here," she stammered, "did you not listen to anything I just said? Whose fault is it we're scavenging early?"
"I'm just thinking practically," Yuuri rationalized, voice level. "Cheeses, milk—"
"Yes, yes," Kurumi cut in, waving a hand as she laughed. "And cookie dough and whipped cream. All the essentials." Grinning, she rested a hand on her hip. "Man, I swear, to obsess over sweets this much, even in a situation like this...."
Yuuri gripped her skirt. Don't say it.
"Every day you sound more and more like a lil' kid."
Yuuri bit her lower lip. Don't say it.
"You're just like Yu—"
Voice a raw hiss, Yuuri spat, "I'm nothing like her!"
Kurumi gaped. Shut her mouth. Shifted her gaze to the floor. "S-sorry. I didn't.... mean it like that."
Yuuri whirled away. A pause. The slow, fading scuffle of shoes came and dissipated. Kurumi had left.
I'm the model club president, Yuuri reflected, brows pinched. In front of them, I'm supposed to hold it together.
The club president unclenched her fist, letting the skirt go. Frowning, she peered around her breasts and stomach. The uniform's skirt had tears in the side, revealing glimpses of her black panties underneath. Holes pocked her socks as well.
My uniform is falling apart, Yuuri realized. Should we get new clothes?
The image of her uniform sitting at the bottom of a trash bin haunted her mind. The only memento of the past unstained by the present, abandoned.
Yuuri's expression hardened. No. Yanking the umaibo out of her skirt pocket, she unwrapped the takoyaki flavored candy. Stuffed it in her mouth. Ran her tongue up and down and around the solid, cylindrical mass, savoring the bitter taste with a moan.
Just stockings should be enough to hold my appearance together.
***
September 26, 2012.
Rii-san's so attached to her uniform, it's practically a part of her now. But it's got rips all over. It's falling apart. If I dressed like that, Rii-san would nag about how I wasn't 'maintaining proper dignity.' So I suggested we go clothes shopping! I said I wanted some new clothes, but Rii-san's really the one that needs a bit more dignity.
The scathing July sun overhead, Yuuri waddled down the metal grate steps comprising the fire escape built into the side of Megurigaoka High. Perspiration wet her forehead, and she was huffing and puffing as if she had run a lap around the track field. Every footstep elicited a groan from the thin, rickety bars propping up the platform.
Considering the way the club leader had blown up in the two months since her cafeteria kitchen raid, it was little wonder the fire escape was overburdened. Plump cheeks complemented her developing double chin. Her collar was being pulled in all directions, what with her bingo wings yanking it to the side and her bulbous, sagging breasts dragging it down. This left her bra straps exposed to the sun. The beads of sweat in her cleavage were glistening. They distracted from the sopping pools of gray wetting her breasts. As she walked, her boobs swung in slow, lazy arcs, matching in pace with her gut. Still retaining its round shape, said stomach had bloated enough to sag halfway down Yuuri's tree-trunk thighs.
From a flight of stairs below, Yuki called, "C'mon, Rii-san. Kurumi-chan's already waiting for us in Megu-nee's car!"
Yuuri's brows furrowed. How is she so energetic first thing in the morning?
The club leader gazed over the fire escape railing. The swarm of students that normally lingered about the school grounds had gathered to the grounds' opposite side. They were hovering around a flickering light stick, one Kurumi had proffered from the school store earlier that day. The students leered around it, heads cocked to the side. Beneath the fire escape itself, Yuuri could make out Sakura-sensei's red Mini Cooper. It was vibrating, engine giving a low hum.
On the fire escape platform below her, Yuuri spotted Yuki. The clubmate was leaning against her platform's railing, beaming down at the car. She too had put on a noticeable amount of weight in the months that passed. Yuki now sported one of Yuuri's old bras to contain her growing breasts. The oversized cups pushed out Yuki's shirt, giving the false impression of her boobs being the size of volleyballs. Had they more accurately clung to her, it'd have been made apparent that Yuki's breasts were less like Yuuri's shapely spheres and more like clumps of fat. Her stomach had swelled as well, taking on a round shape like Yuuri. It forced up the hem of her shirt enough to show off her now-deep navel.
Yuki squeezed the bear plush in her arms, burying it between her breasts. Each boob squashed its head until it took on a distorted oval shape. "Hey, hey," she shouted up to Yuuri. "Do you think if we jumped over the fire escape's railing, we'd land by the car? We could hop right in and make a clean getaway, like something outta an action movie!"
Yuuri exhaled through her nose. She tugged at her uniform's collar, hiking it up her shoulder. Yet it still didn't manage to cover the lacy bra strap digging into her fat. "Yuki-chan, we have to be quiet." The club leader took another step, eliciting a screech from the strained metal. "Other students are doing their own clubs' activities right now."
A few students in the school yard had averted their gazes from the flickering light stick, eyeing the fire escape. "We don't want to disturb them," Yuuri added in a low whisper.
"O-oh, right." Yuki zipped pinched fingers across her lips, nodding once.
Hitching her breath, Yuuri stepped a leg off the first flight of stairs and onto the metal grate platform at its base. She raised her other leg, hoisting it up against the underside of her sagging gut. This in turn pushed up one of her breasts, smothering it against her cheek. Yuuri placed her leg down onto the platform, now standing full force on the rusted metal. A low crrrrreeeeeeeeak pierced the air. Yuuri gave a little exhale.
Shrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrip!
The screws bolting the platform to the wall tore out. The platform lurched at a sharp angle, flinging Yuuri off the rail. Blood swirled to her head as the unwieldy, heavy body spun in the air. Her breasts flailed about, smacking her in the face. Belly smacked her thighs repeatedly, pinning her legs down.
Sights flew by her wide eyes. Yuki's gape. The students' gawking. The car below.
Oh no, not the car!
Yuuri's gut slammed onto the hood. The weight of the student's bulging breasts, hefty ass, and thick thighs pressed down her massive stomach so forcefully that it pancaked out, eating up the entire hood's surface. The trunk flung upwards like a see-saw, the two-ton vehicle bouncing under the single girl's weight.
All that jostling left Yuuri's stomach gurgling and roaring, coinciding with the blare of the car alarm into a cacophony of shame that seemed like jeering shouts. Shouts that the cool, collected School Living Club president was a disgraceful girl whose body could devastate an entire car. Her reddened face, labored breathing, and useless flailing legs failed to ease her shame.
Something had to end the shame, to give her release.
Something had to give.
Yuuri grinded her hips down into her gut, hoisting a burgeoning bubble of air up into her lungs. She flung open her mouth.
"*bwwwwWWWWOOOOOoOOoOoOrrRRRPPppPPPpP!!* ♥♥"
Spittle shot out, plastering the schoolyard dirt with a sudden shower. The belch undulated as Yuuri wrenched her body against the car hood, wringing out her stomach.
"*Bwwwuuhh, beeeeOOOORRRRPPpPPPP!!* *HhhooooORRRrrrrrRRPppPPpp...*"
Feeble wheezes passed Yuuri's spit-coated lips as she relaxed her shoulders. Let her arms fall to their sides. One arm thudded against the windshield. Yuuri locked eyes with Kurumi through it. The clubmate's mouth was half drawn up in a smirk, half curled down in revulsion.
From up above, Yuki shouted, "MAN, excuse–!" She cut herself off. Cleared her throat. "I mean, 'Excuse you,' " she whispered, just loud enough for them to hear.
Out of the corner of her eye, Yuuri noticed their fellow students backing away from the teetering fire escape platform, as if afraid of it snapping off to crush them.
The shfffff of a car window being lowered reached Yuuri's ears. Craning her throbbing head, Yuuri watched Kurumi lean out of the driver's side's open window. "I'll, uh. Ask Yuki-chan to fold down the rear seats for you."
Yuuri swallowed hard. Turned away.
"Th-that may be a good idea," she conceded.
With Kurumi driving them ("Gaming should be a good enough substitute for a driver's license, right?") in the car Megu-nee generously let them borrow, the School Living Club trio pulled into the Rivercity Tron Supermarket's parking lot. Cars with open doors and shattered windows littered the lot, the several-story tall supermarket looming over them. Its wall of glass windows were pocked with cracks. On the other side of the windows, pedestrians with dirty clothes could be seen ambling about. The whole lot reeked of must and humidity, the stench permeating the Mini Cooper's closed windows.
Before Kurumi could even put the car in park, Yuki undid her seatbelt, chirping, "Field trip, field trip!" She flung open the car door and skipped about the parking lot with little hops. Each jump flailed her breasts and belly, leaving her school shirt flipping up and down. This repeatedly flashed her pink bra and navel.
Yuuri objected, "Yuki-chan, compose yourself. This is still a school activity."
The club president had to raise her voice, for she was sitting in the car's back. The three back seats had been folded down, and she had parked her wide hips upon them as if she was a sizable package instead of a passenger. Yuuri sat in the middle of these three back seats, legs spread eagle under her. The car ride had hardly been ten minutes, yet the weight of her gut had long since made them go numb. Her stomach nearly pushed out far enough to reach their knees, while thick thighs smooshed her gut upwards. This pushed her breasts into Yuuri's face, forcing her to lean back. Between the sprawled open position, heaving gut, and heavy breathing, it looked less like she was on a trip to the supermarket and more like she was on the way to a maternity ward, midlabor.
Kurumi set the parking brake with a clunk. "Heh, somehow, I don't think she's listening." Popping off her seatbelt, she turned to Yuuri. "I can't believe Yuki bought your story," she whispered. "That you wanted to sit with the seats down so you could work on a project with Megu-nee back there. I pity anybody who'd have to squeeze in beside you. They'd be smooshed to oblivion for the whole trip."
Yet Yuuri didn't meet Kurumi's gaze. She was staring out the window at the "TRON" logo suspended from the supermarket's roof. It was dangling off one rope and spinning in place.
I remember when this supermarket first opened, Yuuri recalled, absentmindedly rubbing the balls of her pudgy fingers across the surface of her gut. I went with friends to try out the cafe inside. They had an opening day discount. A bemused smirk lit Yuuri's face. They looked horrified as I tore through a double-layered chocolate fudge cake all by myself. 'Wakasa-san, think of the calories!' Yuuri shifted her legs, rubbing her thighs up against her vast underbelly. If only they could see me now. Her face fell. If only.
Kurumi got out of the car. "Aw righty, gimme a sec, I'll pop open the trunk."
"No, don't," Yuuri blurted. "I'm staying here."
Yuuri blinked. I am?
One hand on the car door, Kurumi faltered. "But... why? I thought we were gonna get to go shopping together."
A collected, rational voice came from Yuuri. "Simply because it'll be safer for Yuki-chan this way. If you have to watch over her while keeping pace with me, I'll slow you down." Yuuri gestured down to her body. Even with the car's air conditioning, her exposed stomach had beads of sweat all over it. "You wouldn't want me holding you and Yuki back, would–"
"Yeah, yeah, fine! I get it." Kurumi kicked the door closed behind her. "It's always about Yuki with you, isn't it," she added in a scornful whisper, stomping off towards Yuki.
What am I doing? Yuuri asked herself, brows furrowing. Craning her neck, she watched Kurumi making flustered gestures at Yuki. Yuki froze in place. It makes sense for me to stay, but I was looking forward to having fun with them and getting to let... loose...
Yuki scampered past Kurumi, not bothering to step around the crumpled food wrappers and soda cans littering the concrete lot. Yuki rapped her knuckles on the window Yuuri had been looking through.
"Rii-san, you aren't coming?"
At the sight of Yuki's puppy dog eyes, Yuuri's heart lurched. "I–"
"I'll bring you souvenirs."
Yuuri clamped her mouth shut.
"If you didn't get to eat out, it wouldn't be a proper field trip at all. So I'll bring you all kinds of snacks n' desserts n' stuff. Anything I can find!"
*rrrrRRRrRRruuuuummMMMMBBBBLLLLLLLLLeeeee...*
Yuuri's gut let out a gurgle of assent, so forceful it sent her belly rippling against her legs.
Yuki wondered, "Does that sound good? Would you like that?"
A wide smile split Yuuri's face.
Yuuri's own voice sounded foreign and cold to her as she replied, "That's just what I was hoping you'd do."
"Heh, heh, heh," Yuki chuckled, waltzing out of the supermarket and into the parking lot.
"We got a bigger haul than expected," she declared, despite her pudgy arms being empty of shopping bags.
Kurumi, walking beside her, whacked Yuki's forehead with a karate chop. "Don't refer to people like that!"
"D'oh!"
Kurumi turned to a third companion. "Sorry about this one. She's always saying whatever pops into her empty head."
"No, it's fine," the companion responded in a cool voice. "I'm just relieved someone actually found me."
Beside the two clubmates was a third girl sporting the Megurigaoka High uniform. While her clothes were dirty and shabby, the girl's short hair was combed straight, and her face was spotless. A tiny shiba inu was cradled in her folded arms, pulled into her flat chest. The dog was wagging its tail and craning its head this way and that, as if soaking up the rare view of the blue skies and litter-filled lot that existed outside the supermarket's walls.
Yuki cut in front of the girl, sprinting to the passenger seat of Megu-nee's car. "Shotgun!"
Kurumi stammered, "Miki, you uh, mind sitting in the back?"
"That'll do."
Kurumi trudged towards the trunk, school boat shoes crumpling discarded cartons of ice cream and cupcake wrappers scattered around the car. "It'll be a bit of a squeeze."
As Kurumi popped open the trunk, Miki reasoned, "But it's a Mini Cooper. Shouldn't it have plenty of ro–"
"*hwwwwwoooOOOORRrRRRRrppPPPpPPPp!*"
An undulating belch belted out of Yuuri's wide-open mouth. Yuuri ran her tongue along her lips like a napkin, lapping up the pudding dribbling down her chin. Milk and melted vanilla ice cream were dribbling down her sopping shirt, giving the impression of her lactating into her bra with abandon. Legs spread out so wide she seemed to be doing a split, her gut filled the expansive gap between her inner thighs easily. The veritable yoga ball had swelled until it was nearly as tall as her torso, the edges a blazing red. It stretched out far enough to tease the edge of the trunk.
Considering the junkyard the trunk had become, it was little wonder where this sudden growth had come from. For two boxes of premade chocolate cakes were wedged under Yuuri's thighs and ass, as if she had scooped the trash up and sat on it to save space for more food. Icing and fudge were smeared all along Yuuri's hips and legs, not to mention the walls of the car. Desecrating the walls further were flecks of milk, in plain, chocolate, and strawberry flavors, leaving the walls looking like the canvas of an abstract painting. The carton culprits were in a pile off to one side of Yuuri, as if she had drunk them in rapid succession and chucked each box over her shoulder when finished. Joining these cartons on the floor were an assortment of chocolate ice cream containers, their lids popped off. At the base of these containers sat half-melted pools of ice cream, the surfaces bearing finger-shaped crevices.
The blurriness in Yuuri's vision retreated, the world shifting from a hazy distortion of milky color swirls. With a jolt, she noticed Miki. The two strangers' eyes locked.
Miki took a step back, brows furrowed and lips curling.
Searching for her authoritative, confident club leader tone, Yuuri muttered, "H-hello," voice trembling.
Miki stood straighter. Dipped her head slightly. "Hello," she replied, voice composed.
September 26, 2012 (Continued).
Mission fail. No clothes found in the supermarket. Lots of food, though! More importantly, Kurumi-chan and I found two new friends. One of them is very intelligent and cute. (The other is a human named Miki.) I told her all about the School Living Club on the way back to school, and afterwards, we had our first dinner together. Mii-kun seemed surprised by how much we were eating. But as soon as she learns how happy food makes Rii-san, she'll understand. Right?
"Thank you for the food."
Hands folded in traditional prayer, Yuuri had her head dipped. She was standing by the School Living Club's table. Scooting to the side, she eased her wide hips onto two chairs.
CreeeeeeEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeak...
The usual fold-out chair remained silent, well accustomed to the burden of Yuuri's ever-growing ass cheeks. Yet it was not the only chair at Yuuri's spot. A wooden chair, having been slid in from a classroom by Yuki, joined beside it. Without this extra distribution of Yuuri's weight, the fold-out chair surely would have collapsed.
"This... isn't normal, is it?"
Another student desk chair had been set up, across from Yuuri's chairs and beside Yuki's. Miki sat in it, squirming. At the foot of her chair, her shiba inu, Taromaru, was ravenously burying his head in the washbin that served as a substitute dish bowl. His tiny tail was wagging a mile a minute as he lapped up the canned beef.
Miki surveyed the six plates crammed on their table, brimming with a pile of spaghetti slathered in meat sauce. The beef juices had dyed the sauce orange instead of red. Regarding the two plates sitting before Yuuri, Miki wondered, "Do you guys really eat this much every day, or are you waiting for more club members to join us?"
"Phy pho phu phask?" Beside Miki, Yuki's cheeks were puffed out, as if she had a meatball wedged in each. It wasn't difficult to imagine she could fit one in each of her chubby cheeks, considering she was fat enough for her butt to sag off the edges of her chair. Their chairs weren't touching, and yet Yuki's ass was still somehow brushing against Miki's hip.
Yuki took a hard gulp. "We're the only three club members. Er, four! You're a member too now."
"Prospective member, I said."
"Same thing. Oh, we do have Megu-nee, too, though." Yuki pointed her fork at the bear plushie propped up at the end of the table, seated before another plateful of spaghetti.
Miki glared at Yuuri. The club president was daintily holding her hair back with one hand, the other trembling as it raised a fork to her gaping mouth. Beside her, Kurumi was pushing around a bit of meat on her plate, chin on her hand.
"The three of you are far too lackadaisical about your situation," Miki judged.
Kurumi winced.
"Huh? What situation?" Yuki broke in. She stopped twirling more spaghetti onto her fork.
Yuuri continued twirling her own fork.
A bitter tightness crept into Miki's tone. "You're delusional if you think you can afford to waste food like this."
"Hey, feeding Megu-nee isn't a waste!" Yuki leaned over the table, thrusting her head into Miki's view. This squished her stomach into the side of the table, bunching up the fat around it. "She's always getting her salary cut by the higherups. As her students, we hafta take care of her. That includes feeding her."
Yuki tilted her head towards the bear. Laughing sheepishly, she retracted back to her seat and addressed the bear. "No, no, Megu-nee, it's nothing to be embarrassed about!"
"This is ridiculous." Miki dipped to the side of her chair, extending a hand to Taromaru. She scratched the back of his neck. Through her thin fingers, she could feel his bones. "You guys don't know how good you have it here, and you're letting it go to waste."
Kurumi tossed up a hand. "That's what I've been–"
"You're absolutely right, Miki-san."
Yuuri set her fork down with a clink. Despite only minutes passing, she had already finished one of her plates. Sauce and meat smeared her chin. Eyebrows upturned, she shrugged. "I've made a silly oversight. Do forgive me."
The club president jerked forward, shoving her gut into the table's side. The table scooted back, its edge nailing Miki in the rib. Miki sucked in a breath.
A whimper rose from Taromaru. His tail drooped as he walked backwards from the table, slipping away from Miki's fingers.
"It was so silly of me to think you could eat this much," Yuuri went on, stretching an arm out. One of her breasts plopped onto her plate of spaghetti, covering it in sauce. The sauce bled through the white uniform. "It's your first real meal in a long time, isn't it?"
The club president took Miki's fork. Scooped forkful after forkful onto her emptied plate. Drool leaked out of her lips, wetting the new spaghetti and marking it as her territory. "It'd be so wasteful to let you have it."
Miki balled her hands into fists. "That is not what I mea–!"
"Hey, um." Yuki put a hand on Miki's shoulder. "Your food's gonna get cold at this rate."
The prospective club member glowered at Yuuri. Yuuri leaned back into her seat, dropped Miki's fork, and grabbed her own. She shoveled spaghetti into her mouth. No longer using a hand to hold her hair in place, she let it spill onto her plate.
Seconds passed. Taromaru let out tiny squeals. Yuuri kept slurping down spaghetti. Kurumi ducked her head down. Sighed.
Inhaling sharply through her nose, Miki shoved Yuki's hand off her shoulder. She took her fork back from halfway across the table. With deft spins, Miki bunched up spaghetti. Put it in her mouth. Chewed slowly.
"It's good, isn't it?" Yuki asked, tentatively.
"It doesn't matter." Miki swallowed. "It won't last."
October 17, 2012.
At my suggestion, we're gonna clean the pool on the roof today! Rii-san says it's a water purifier tank, but c'mon, if you can cannonball into it, it's got to be a pool. Since I volunteered Kurumi-chan and I to scrub it, that means the fish we find will be prepped by Rii-san and Mii-kun. I hope they'll get to talk. They always seem so tense around each other. Mii-kun, please, accept Rii-san. She was just starting to smile a lot more.
Splaaaaaaaaaaaash!
On the roof of the school, Kurumi dumped a tuna almost as long as her arm span into a kiddie pool full of water. Water swashed about as the fish wriggled, causing smaller salmon inside to dart about.
Despite being clad in a striped two-piece, sweat had wet Kurumi's brow. The swimsuit left her hips exposed. They seemed to have widened slightly, curving the stripes on her panties. Her once-toned stomach had taken on a film of pudge, hiding what used to be abs.
Kurumi dusted her hands, flecking water off. "That's the last of 'em."
Yuki stood beside her, beaming as she counted the crowded school of fish within the pool. She too wore a bikini, making it apparent just how far Yuki's breasts, once flat, outstripped Kurumi's. The soccer balls seemed liable to pop out of the top with the slightest jiggle. Below them, a third ball sagged off of Yuki's hefty body in the form of a spherical tummy. It drooped halfway down Yuki's thighs and stuck out nearly far enough to take up the entire surface of a school desk.
Picking up a mop from beside the pool, Kurumi noted, "Now it's off to start scrubbing."
Touching her pudgy heels together, Yuki straightened her back. The motion sent a bounce through her stomach, eliciting a smack when it clapped against her thick thighs. Yuki saluted Kurumi. "Sergeant! I've noticed a serious threat to our operation!"
Kurumi puffed out her chest a bit at 'sergeant.' "Speak, Private."
"Are you sure you know how to wield anything besides a shovel?"
The two clubmates started squabbling as they raced to the pool, mops in hand. Taromaru scampered after them as he let out little yaps.
Despite watching them, Yuuri did not join. The club president was sitting on a three-seater couch Kurumi had hauled up from the student council room. As a natural consequence of "eating some of Miki-san's portion" in addition to Sakura-sensei's every day, Yuuri managed to occupy all three seats by herself. The sides of her monstrous ass cheeks touched the couch's inner arms, and they stuck out far enough in the back that Yuuri was hanging half off the couch. The backs of her knees didn't come close to touching the couch itself. Her gut, now more an oval than a ball, ate up the surface of her bare thighs and reached out to her knees. This stomach was left exposed to the elements thanks to the string bikini Yuuri was wearing. Her breasts had ballooned to far oustrip her head in size, straining the bikini top until the string threatened to snap. The ribbon holding the top together was hidden deep between Yuuri's breasts.
The pool on the roof was full of fish, Yuuri thought. Licking her lips, she sized up the kiddie pool at her feet. Fish crowded it, giving them little room to swim. And Yuki-chan and Kurumi are barely looking over here.
Thwump.
A thick book was plopped onto the arm of the chair, sending a plume of dust into the air.
Yuuri turned to it. The title caught her eye: Formation and Development of Multiple Personalities.
Yuuri recoiled. Searching for her confident, assertive tone, she mused, "Rummaging around in the library... Is that what you were off doing when you suddenly said you were 'too busy' to help us clean the pool, Miki-san?"
"I was busy," came a prickly counter. "Busier than the club pretending they have time to waste on cleaning water filtration tanks."
Beside Yuuri's couch stood Miki, the only person on the roof still in her school uniform instead of a swimsuit. Nodding at the book, Miki insisted, "Go ahead, flip it open. You won't find anything in there about a disorder that lets you filter out everything you don't like." Frowning, she watched Yuki zip up and down the pool, swinging her mop side to side in tandem with her swaying breasts and stomach. "Nothing that convenient exists."
Yuuri followed her gaze. Taromaru ran between Yuki's legs, tail wagging. Giggling, Yuki tossed the mop aside, knelt down, and extended a hand towards his head. This left her breasts dangling, wobbling. Her stomach smooshed against her thighs, but not enough for Yuki to reach Taromaru. The shiba inu hopped into the air, licking her outstretched fingers. "A school that runs on solar power and filters rain into drinkable water, letting us live in perpetual comfort... What would you call that if not convenient?"
"It's not perpetual. You can't live off gardening and canned food forever. It'll run out, and then what will you do? How long are you guys going to keep pretending a zombie outbreak never happened?"
Yuuri snapped her head back to Miki. "We do not use those words here."
Stomping her foot, Miki countered, "Stop ignoring reality! You guys are in a privileged position, you know. You should be using that to look for other survivors, or even a cure." Miki pointed to Yuki, hissing, "Not using a princess faking disability as an excuse to live in delusions and–!"
"Sit down, Miki-san."
A cool command. Detached.
Miki cut herself off mid sentence, a bewildered look on her face. Shoes clomping on the vinyl roof's surface, the prospective club member started towards the couch.
Yuuri scooted over. Buried her hip into the arm of the couch until her ass bunched up around it. "This couch is my seat." She gestured to a cooler resting beside the couch. "So please, if you would...."
Glowering, Miki sat on the cooler's lid with a creak.
Yuuri studied the kiddy pool of fish before them. "These fish can only be happy if they don't know, or acknowledge, reality."
Leaning forward, Yuuri stretched out her arm. Its hammy bingo wing smooshed against the side of a breast. She wrapped pudgy fingers around the base of the tail of the tuna Kurumi had dropped off. Yanked it up out of the pool.
"The reality that the fish have no hope of getting back to their real home."
Miki veered away as water splashed.
Yuuri continued, "The reality that, in the end..." She held the tuna into the air. It wriggled, but despite weighing several pounds, it couldn't squirm out of Yuuri's vice grip. From the couch's other arm, the club president nabbed the knife intended for descaling fish. In one, clean motion, she stabbed it deep into the tuna's head, piercing its brain. It stopped struggling. "They're just going to die as someone's prey."
Yuuri slid the knife down its sides repeatedly, flecking off its scales. "Still, maybe the mature, responsible Miki-san is correct. Maybe we should be looking for other survivors." She stabbed its underbelly and dragged the knife across. Reached inside and pinched out innards, tossing them onto the roof with wet squelches. "Maybe we should entertain the fantasy of finding a cure for the outbreak." She sliced off a rectangle of flesh. Peeled it back. "Maybe we should turn the school into a survival camp. I'm sure Yuki-chan would love that." Yuuri shoved the flesh into her mouth. Swallowed.
Miki broke in, "Then we should–"
"*bwooOORRrRRPpp!*"
A burp burst out of Yuuri, cutting Miki off. Grinning, Yuuri cut off more flesh from the tuna, dangled it by her mouth, and slurped it out of the air like a noodle. "But if we did any of those things..." She repeated this until she was holding nothing but a head and skeleton in her hands. "We'd just be living our lives in fear until our prey came to kill us." She tossed it over her shoulder.
Miki squirmed as she watched Yuuri grab a salmon. Stab it. Descale it. Slurp it down. Throw away its scraps into the pool. Again and again. The tiny student's stomach turned as she watched the pool of tuna and salmon become a visceral mess of innards, the clear water dyed a murky red.
Yuuri held a tiny, struggling salmon up in the air. She cocked her head at Miki. Fat cheeks bulging from being stuffed with unchewed fish flesh, she called, "Mihkhi-shan." Swallowing, she continued, "Tell me, is this fish happy to be making such a fuss, knowing it won't do anything to change its end?"
Miki balled her hands into fists, gripping her skirt. "No."
Yuuri popped the struggling prey into her mouth, swallowing it alive.
It slid down Yuuri's throat, plopping into her stomach. Yet the mountain of fish flesh from its brethren crowded every inch of Yuuri's stomach already. The salmon flopped about, sloshing the flesh about until the soup began churning.
Yuuri thrusted her head forward. Pressed her underboobs against the surface of her taut stomach. Squirmed her shoulders, letting her breasts massage, coax, her bloated gut. The pressure inside built, rising up into Yuuri's chest. She squeezed one eye shut and threw her mouth open.
"*EeeeeEEEEERRRRRrRRrRPPPpPPPppP!*"
A deep, reverberating belch bursted out. Her stomach clenched, forcing out the vestiges of the pressure.
"*HhhHHHhhHOOOORRrrrRRPPpppPpPPp*... *EuuURRrpP!*"
Yuuri wheezed, her chest bobbing in and out, face reddened. She shot a glance over her shoulder. Smirked in the direction of the ice cooler.
Yuki and Kurumi bounded over. By now, a strap of Yuki's top had slid off her shoulder, leaving one of her bouncing breasts starting to slip out. "Hey, heeeey, Rii-san," she cried, "you weren't supposed to eat any!"
The two other club members stood beside the kiddie pool, gaping. Kurumi sputtered, "A-all these fish heads... I figured one or two of 'em was gonna 'go missing,' but the entire pool, Rii-san?!"
Yuuri scratched her double chin, brushing away an errant fish scale. "M-maybe I sampled one or two."
Snickering, Yuki put a hand to her mouth. "Suuuuure. We all heard your trademark after-meal burp." Yuki turned towards the ice cooler. "Right, Mii-kun?" She blinked. "Eh?"
Yuuri pressed her lips together, suppressing a smirk. "What's the matter, Yuki-chan?"
"I know I saw Mii-kun over here...."
Eyes widening, Yuuri exclaimed in an airy tone, "Miki-san? That couldn't be. She told us she was busy, yes?" She angled her elbow around the psychology book still on the couch arm. Nudged it behind her sea of back rolls, obscuring it from sight. "She shouldn't be here."
October 26, 2012.
Rii-san hasn't been herself since Mii-kun suddenly left. She's been eating more than ever (well, that's not that weird), and she keeps staring off into space. Not even face licks from Taromaru make her snap out of it. That's why today I'm gonna suggest we do a school checkup. It'll be odd for me to push for two club events this close together, but....
"Hahhh... haaahhhhhhhhhh...."
Yuuri stood in classroom 3-A, Yuki's classroom. The club president had an arm wedged inside Yuki's desk, one in the far back row. Even her forearms had taken on enough fat to make reaching in it a tight squeeze. To dig her arm in, she had wrenched her body to the side. A wise decision, since her gut stuck out far enough to have consumed, and surpass, the desk's top. Her hip was wide enough to squish against the wall, while her ass stuck out enough to bump into another desk. The zipper in her skirt had long since been left open, but the fabric holding it together beneath the zipper had begun to tear apart. Multiple safety pins held it, but it was only a matter of time before they gave up.
Yuuri fumbled her sausage fingers around. I can't believe Yuki-chan made me return to the classroom just to fetch some announcement poster she drew. Her hand knocked a couple textbooks out the desk, slamming them on the floor. The textbooks, supposedly reviewed by Yuki for homework daily, looked as brand new as the day they left the factory. It's not like it's even a real announcement.
Perspiration drenched Yuuri's shirt. The fabric stuck to her mess of back rolls. This is pathetic. Complaining and sweating just because I had to walk down one hallway. Wriggling her fingers, Yuuri felt for a piece of paper. Every movement left the bunches of fat around her knuckles squishing in and out, making her hammy hand feel like it was stuck inside a glove full of water. Maybe... there was some truth to what Miki-san was prattling on about. Thinking we can afford to let ourselves go this much is delusional.
Paper crinkled under Yuuri's touch. Pinching it, she yanked out her arm from the desk. Clutched in her hand was a spiral-bound book. It read: "Yuki Takeya's Diary" in bold letters.
A smile played on Yuuri's lips as she spotted "Journal, Scrapbook Thing" written in tiny letters underneath "Diary.". At least I'm not the only delusional one. Someone else is still acting childishly too.
Using her thumb, Yuuri pried open the book and flipped through the pages. I can better help Yuki-chan as her leader.... Her eyes glazed over a series of dates and entries about "the adorable doggy I passed on my way to school today" and "all the cute clothes I'd buy if my allowance wasn't so stingy." Glimpsing a certain date, Yuuri ceased flipping. If I can better understand her delusions. She held the book closer to her face. As if devouring every word, she began to read....
April 23rd, 2012.
Today I made a big discovery! The ones buying all the chocolate bars every day weren't a group at all. It was one girl! She's so mature and stylish, too. I can't believe she has no one to share all that chocolate with.
Yuuri's brow furrowed. She skipped a chunk of pages.
May 14th, 2012.
By staying late after class to chat with Megu-nee, Rii-san had to come find me. That took her mind off what's worrying her, at least for a little bit.
"It couldn't be. Was she...?"
The book slipped out of Yuuri's fat fingers, landing on Yuki's desk with a thud. Wide eyes read the open pages. The pages open to today's diary entry.
October 26, 2012.
Rii-san hasn't been herself since Mii-kun suddenly left. That's why today I'm gonna suggest we do a school checkup. It'll be odd for me to push for two club events this close together, but the School Living Club is my treasure. And Rii-san is the one who created it. That's why I have to keep up the act like this. To make sure the club, and its leader, can stay strong.
A dull ache gripped Yuuri's head. Yuki-chan hasn't been escaping into delusion at all. Yuuri took a step back, away from the diary.
Bang!
Yuuri's ass smacked into a desk chair, knocking it over.
Yuki-chan isn't an ignorant fish in a pool. Blood roared in Yuuri's ears. Even knowing we're doomed to be eaten, all Yuki has ever done is try to keep us smiling. Her ignorance, innocence, and inventiveness.... Yuuri took labored breaths. Her chest swelled in and out, sliding her camisole down. It's all been to protect me. I'm the only princess here.
Yuuri shut her eyes. Exhaled out her nose. No, that's wrong. Finding a way to still be happy, even while living in a ruined school... that isn't being spoiled. It isn't a weakness. Not for Yuki-chan.... The club president rested her hands on her meaty love handles. Just to reach them, she had to stretch out her flabby arms as far out as she could. And not for me.
Heavy footfalls clapped down the hallway.
Opening her eyes, Yuuri mused, I shouldn't think of this as a ruined school. That's not what she does, after all.
With a rattle, the classroom door slid open.
Because it's not a ruined school at all.
"Riiiiii-san, you in there?"
Yuuri turned to the door, smiling.
It's a school full of students living happy lives.