「A Flick of the Hips」
The sounds of bubbles of liquid popping rapidfire in sequence filled the air as Aki Rosenthal sucked the last drops of her milkshake through the cheap foam cup’s straw. Not much of it was still making its way to her tastebuds, but the flavor was just so heavenly that she was unwilling to admit there was no more. Every little swallow of potent, vanilla cream made her quietly mewl in pleasure, improving on her already great mood. So engrossed was she in her thoughts and memories that she could hardly even entertain the idea that anything about her life these days could be anything less than perfect~♪
“Wow, really, Aki-chan? I never took you for the type to get attached to someone.”
Sitting across from her at the sunshine-lit café table was one of her close friends. Dressed a bit warm for the pleasant weather to hide her robotic implants, one of Cover Corp’s trusty mainstays from the company's early days, Robocosan, processed what Aki had just told her with more than a little surprise. They often went out for lunch together at this small restaurant to get away from their computers for a bit, meaning they shared practically everything with each other. Though, being that close was exactly why Roboco had been caught so off-guard.
Aki had led off this conversation by saying she’d fallen for a boy.
“Ah… ahaha! I-I’m not really sure yet to be honest, but we’ve met several times already in the last couple weeks, and I can’t stop thinking about him~♪ It doesn’t quite feel the same as anything I felt for anyone back during school. It’s kind of… warm? Fluffy? I just get this instinct to bundle him up and keep him safe… mmm…! It’s kind of embarrassing telling you about this, actually.”
“You wanna ‘keep him safe’, huh? Heeeehh…”
“C-Come on! Don’t tease me! I just really think he’s something I wanna pursue…”
Seeing her pointy-eared friend redden and retract inwards a bit, Roboco felt a small wave of pride over Aki’s development wash through her by proxy, especially since she’d never managed to find the guts to go so far herself. She’d thought the girl to be too passive to ever seriously aim for someone, so seeing her act like a bashful maiden like this was kind of cute. Apparently all it’d taken had been someone able to trigger her protective instinct.
“How’d you meet him anyway? It’s not like you really go out to parties anymore, or any of us for the most part.”
“Ah… no, no, no, nothing like that! I… uh… I met him while he was stocking shelves at a grocery store.”
Roboco’s eyebrows turned up. She’d not been expecting some kind of wealthy Adonis, but this still fell a little short of her expectations.
“I’d been picking up some milk and eggs when he tripped over a cart and knocked a bunch of stuff over. The look he gave me when he realized he’d been seen by me… how he kept bowing and apologizing so earnestly… ahhhh~♪”
The half-elf pressed a palm to her face and closed her eyes with a wide grin, seemingly falling back into some kind of sisterly fantasy. Now the high-spec robot found herself biting her lip. Forget “protective instinct”; was Aki into complete failures!? This person sounded like a clumsy child!
…But well, given the girl’s onee-san-like demeanor and slightly repressed lewd streak, Roboco couldn’t deny that someone to pamper did sound like somewhat of a good match, if not particularly reliable. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more she realized she was honestly more worried for the poor boy than her friend. He was in danger of getting snapped up by a pervert.
As she thought about that, a waiter came to return their checks, and they got up to begin walking home.
“I… that can’t be all you like about him, right? Not to insult him, but you didn’t exactly make him sound all that appealing just now.”
“Oh, no, of course not! He’s so quiet and sweet; it’s like he’s always trying super hard to keep up the moods of everyone around him despite his clumsiness. It makes me feel really special when we’re alone together, seeing how much effort he goes to to make sure I’m comfortable. Makes me want to reward him for his trouble~♪”
“Ah… I guess if that’s what makes you happy?”
Roboco was still somewhat incredulous, but her companion continued skipping along with a broad smile, seemingly unshaken by her works or questioning tone, and so she supposed the girl’s infatuation was actually rather deep. At this rate, she figured it might even develop into something serious, so she relaxed her worries with a deep sigh and a grin and resolved to support her friend whatever might come of this little crush.
That settled, however, she had one more little topic to bring up before the two parted ways. Something that’d been bothering her the whole lunch.
“Hey… Aki-chan… have you, uh, gained some weight recently?”
Aki froze mid-stride, like she’d just been struck with a bolt of lightning, and Roboco nearly ran into her. She immediately realized she must’ve touched a sore spot.
“I-It was that noticeable, huh? Haaaahhhhh…”
Indeed, in Roboco’s eyes, Aki appeared to be sporting a bit more heft than usual. She doubted any stranger would look at her friend and think “Wow, that’s girl’s chubby!”, but given that the two saw each other at least weekly, there was a visible change. Aki normally sported a powerful hourglass figure that pinched in at her waist and made her look like a curvy bombshell practically born for the exotic dances she so excelled at, and yet now… what was once an hourglass looked a bit more like a cylinder. Her dress wasn’t quite as angled… her thighs looked a bit plush where her leggings pinched in on them… her skirt was bulging a bit against the curve of her rump… her current figure just felt a little off all over.
“Uuuuuuu… I’m embarrassed to admit, but I also have kind of a shallow reason for liking him so much.”
Recovering from the sudden blow to her mood, Aki relaxed her pose and sullenly pressed a hand into her abdomen, pinching a tiny roll of fat through her shirt and wobbling it up and down for Roboco to see.
“He’s… he’s an incredible cook! Everything he makes is like something you’d order at a fancy restaurant, and I just can’t seem to say ‘No!’ when he asks me so earnestly if I want any more! I’m really going to have to start up a harder workout routine if I keep meeting with him…”
Giggling slightly at the half-elf’s “problem” of having too much of a good thing, Roboco walked and chatted a few more blocks with her friend before parting ways. It was a strange feeling, hearing that someone she’d known for so long had found someone else she wanted to spend lots of time with, but it was also comforting in a way. She really hoped that boy would treat Aki right…
“Seriously though, that girl’s probably gained 5 kilos in less than a month…”
…and for her waistline’s sake, that Aki wouldn’t let herself get treated too well by him.
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Himemori Luna forced her widest smile when she opened the door to welcome in her AnPonTan colleagues for the off-collab that would be held later in the evening. She’d certainly gotten ample warning from Roboco, but actually seeing this in person was a little…
“Helloooobo!”
“Alooooona!”
“He-Hey there, nanora…”
Trying her absolute best not to stare until the two had entered the house and begun taking off their shoes, Luna finally rested her eyes on the figure of Aki Rosenthal, whom she hadn’t met offline for a number of weeks.
The girl looked like she’d eaten her weight in chocolate.
Gone was the lithe, concave curvature that made the girl resemble an Arabian courtesan and the slight musculature that used to line her biceps and thighs. Even from within the wide expanse of her belly-button-length skirt, what was unmistakably a smooth layer of pudge bulged out against the dress, enough to make out a couple distinct rolls along her torso. With every step, bend, or quick turn the girl made, her center jiggled slightly, letting slip from behind her clothing the existence of what must have been an even larger swell of blubber sticking out from her gut. Her swollen breasts pressed against the fabric just as powerfully, pulling her sleeves up slightly to bunch up enough material to cover them and exposing a bit of the girl’s doughy armpits. Luna briefly imagined how soft and deep it must feel to press a finger somewhere into all that matronly chub.
Even if one weren’t staring closely enough to notice any of this through her concealing dress, however, the half-elf was still clearly thicker than the average girl, not to speak of how she looked relative to how she was still advertised online. Her skirt always hovered dangerously close to revealing what lay underneath, and Luna actually had caught a few glimpses of Aki’s peachy moons peeking out from what must have been similarly undersized undergarments. In addition, her once-impressive muscle contours were completely enveloped in pale fat, giving her limbs the look of a middle-aged housewife. Her forearms bulged slightly against the gloves enveloping them, and a layer of chub drooped down from her upper arms over a bit of her elbows when she rested them at her sides.
Whereas the rest of her clothing was adaptable enough to comfortably handle her increased mass (if not hide it from the eyes of onlookers), her custom-made leggings looked more than a little uncomfortable since they weren’t made to be very flexible. Where they’d previously ridden nearly up to Aki’s pelvis, they now barely reached over her knees, straining against a tightly compressed layer of leg fat inside and allowing a lot more skin to be shown than they’d been designed to. At the seam between them and her flesh, blubber spilled out as though gasping for air, poofing outwards and making her thighs look even thicker than they genuinely were. They were now mere millimeters from permanently touching and often brushed against each other when the girl turned about.
Unlike all of these finer and not incredibly noticeable details of her thickened physique, though, perhaps most emblematic of this change in a girl once in contention for fittest member of Hololive was in plain sight.
A small dollop of fat connected her soft face and neck, forming the foundation of a double-chin.
Resolving not to bring it up unless Aki did herself as per Roboco’s advice, Luna saw her guests inside and began to cheerfully catch up with the girls. With no prompting, Roboco graciously began to prepare tea for the group, all of them aware that the ever-indulgent princess couldn’t usually be bothered to do so herself. It was during this that Luna noticed something interesting; Aki would usually get up to help out during times like this, but she hadn’t done so.
Instead, she'd simply sat herself against a wall on her plush rump with her legs spread and began to munch on some mini-muffins she must’ve brought with her, staring and chewing in silence.
Luna wasn’t one to talk given her general lethargy, but the most proactive member of the group lazing about was definitely worth taking notice of. Now that she thought about it, Aki wasn’t usually one to snack between meals either, and the classy blonde usually carried herself with a bit more respect as well. Seeing her spread her thighs and slump into a corner with crumbs covering her fingers was a bit surreal.
“Anyway, Akirose-senpai, come on, nanora! Tell us about the guy you met! Tell us, tell us!”
“Oh, that’s right Aki-chan, I’ve been wanting to ask if you’ve made any more progress since we chatted a few weeks ago. Is it going well?”
“A-Ahaha… I wonder…”
Aki’s face fell when the topic was breached, and Luna immediately felt like she’d made a mistake. She’d just been so curious when Roboco had told her about this mystery man awhile back, especially since the secret was still confined to just a handful of the half-elf’s closest friends. At least “I wonder” was better than “We broke up” she supposed. Her heart might’ve stopped if she’d heard the latter.
“Ehh? But you seemed so optimistic back when we chatted in the café! Is he actually less impressive than you initially thought, like, he begs for money, or he’s a huge alcoholic, or he’s bad in be—”
“Oh, no no no no! None of that! He’s still an absolute joy to be around; the problem’s all on my end. Actually… about that last part … we haven’t gone nearly that far yet. That’s actually part of the problem…”
To Luna’s flustered amazement, Aki donned a deep blush before slowly lifting her skirt several inches. She’d already kind of known, but sure enough… underneath was a multi-rolled belly spilling a short ways over the half-elf’s thighs. Sweaty folds furled and unfurled with each small movement of the girl’s body, squishing into each other with each stretch and breath. Looking at this, there was no denying it; Aki Rosenthal was now chunky.
“Akirose-senpai, you, uh… got kind of…”
“Mnnnnnn… I’m fat, I know! It’s ridiculous! I just can’t help myself around his cooking! Ever since he started coming over every day or two, I’ve been eating like a queen, and there’re always so many leftovers that I’m still eating them for breakfast or lunch the next day! Before I knew it…”
Pausing for a moment, Aki filled both of her palms with her lower belly roll and shook it up and down, sending ripples of jiggling meat across the rest of her plush torso.
“…I was covered in all this. I just don’t know what to do!”
Roboco donned an awkward open-mouthed grin.
“Aki-chan, why not, you know, just refuse his food?”
The pudgy blonde’s hair jets flared slightly as she made a pouty face.
“I can’t do that! He’s always so earnest when he asks me to try his new dishes, and he always seems so worried about whether or not I’m enjoying them. I’d break his poor heart if I didn’t eat every last bite!”
Apparently finally noticing the incredulous look her friends were giving her, Aki dropped her shirt and curled her legs inwards in embarrassment. Luna wondered how the girl had made it this far in life without getting infatuated with someone else if she was this weak to the crying puppy-dog approach.
“A-Anyway, so I got chubby. I don’t think I would usually lose my mind over something this petty, but he hasn’t made a single move on me! I’m sure he thinks I’m some kind of hideous pig that can’t control herself… even though I think he’s so cute…”
Luna couldn’t help but feel like that analysis was a little off. This guy sounded like he’d be too afraid to walk to the mailbox at night, much less ask a girl as sexy as THE Aki Rosenthal to get intimate with him. If anything, he was probably shaking in his boots waiting for her to ask him.
“But, Akirose-senpai, if it really bothered him so much, do you really think he’d still be cooking so much for you? He’s totally smitten with you, nanora!”
“Yeah, Aki-chan, I agree. Don’t sell yourself short, either, okay? You’re one of the sexiest girls I know! Putting on a dozen kilos, or even two or three isn’t going to change that. I’m sure he still feels like the luckiest guy in the world having landed you.”
Aki’s face reddened even further at that, and her eyes grew slightly wet as she was overcome with one of her typical emotional fits. Luna felt a warm smile rise to her face…
…only to feel her lips begin twitching as Aki reached into her bag and began shoveling a second pack of muffins down her throat, apparently having developed a habit of stress eating at some point in recent weeks.
“Uuuuu… *mpphh*… thanks, you two. I guess he does really seem to like whenever I belly-dance. Maybe if I keep putting on the moves for him, he’ll overlook a bit of tummy… *mmmph*… *gulp*… I guess I should just focus more on exercise to try and offset all the calories, though I’m not sure when I’ll be able to fit it into my weekly schedule.”
The rest of the night went smoothly, the girls’ conversation during the off-collab steering well-clear of matters of love. A large part of the reason they’d kept Aki’s partner to such a small group was the fear that someone would make the fatal mistake of mentioning it on-stream. Girls in their line of work had to be very discrete if they wanted to live normal-ish lives outside of work.
Luna saw her friends off at night with a smile and a wave, optimistic that her plumped-up companion’s natural charm would break through this boy’s defenses soon enough. Regarding the girl’s weight though… the alarm bells in her head hadn’t quite stopped ringing. Aki had certainly claimed that her ballooning figure was entirely due to her partner’s cooking, and that her own behavior was as diligent as ever, and yet…
Aki munched on her fifth pack of muffins that night as she walked down the street to the nearest bus stop.
Perhaps her increasing appetite was more cause for concern than she thought.
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“*Haaaahhh*… *haaaahhh*… *huff*… why… are these… *haaah*… so hard now…*huff*…?”
Two weeks after the off-collab at Luna’s, Aki Rosenthal found herself panting on the floor, drenched in sweat. She’d spent the last half hour performing her old warm-up session from back when she’d practiced her dancing nearly every day, involving a variety of balance and endurance-building exercises. She’d been stubbornly insistent on finishing every last rep, but that decision was backfiring now; her muscles felt like jelly. Forget going through her whole routine, she wasn’t even sure she could stand up like this!
Staring up at the white ceiling of the dance studio and huffing with a frown, Aki’s mind began to wander to some unfamiliar sensations while she let her legs recover. In her elastic, breezy gym uniform, she not only had a lot of skin exposed, but her… ugh, she hated that they were real parts of her body now… jiggly bits were freer to shake around than usual. Every time she’d bent over or hopped during her warm-up, she’d felt the little paunch hanging off her waist lag slightly behind, and her thighs had wobbled back and forth for a short while every time she’d taken a forceful step or sat down. Even now, laying still on the floor, her plush belly-meat felt like it was constantly in motion, undulating in time with her heavy breathing. There didn’t seem to be anything she could do to stop it, and it was mortifying.
Even more noticeable were the sensations of softness and warmth always assailing her. She’d never noticed when she’d been thin, but humans had a lot of body parts mere centimeters from making contact with other body parts. Regular humans, at least. As she was now, many of those gaps had been filled in with a cushiony layer of adipose. The folds of her armpits constantly squished against each other, the meat of her thighs touched against each other and her chubby buttcheeks during motion, the lower flap of her gut rested against her waist, and so on and so on. It was strange to say… but she could always feel the sensation of herself pressing against more of herself. It was soft, squishy, warm, and pulsating with her heartbeat. It would almost feel… nice… if not for the flood of sweat it worked up whenever she was active.
Feeling the cool breeze of the room’s fan blow over her, that very sweat cooling down nipped at her skin and made her feel extra sensitive, intensifying the feeling of her own fat enveloping her. In her fatigue-addled state, her nipples began to harden for a moment before she embarrassedly clapped her hands to her cheeks and struggled to a sitting position.
She… wasn’t gonna be able to finish today’s practice.
Face burning in shame for this failure, her stress response began to take hold of her system, and her gut began rumbling in hunger, demanding to be filled with sweets to offset her bad mood. Thoughts currently drifting elsewhere, she absentmindedly got up and began walking to the studio’s fridge while pondering why she’d even come here in the first place.
About a week ago, she’d finally built up the courage to bring up her weight issues to her cute partner, confiding in him her misgivings about her own attractiveness lately. The poor boy had looked like a deer caught in headlights before stammering out an emphatic string of assurances and compliments about her figure. Aki dearly would’ve loved to believe him, but her own disgust at her flabby form was too strong to fall against what might’ve just been empty words said to please her. What if… what if he really thought she was gross and lazy, and he was just too afraid of upsetting her to tell her the truth? She’d feel awful if she couldn’t live up to the pretty, athletic dancer that must have attracted him in the first place, and so she’d been unable to accept his words.
The little angel had looked heartbroken for a moment, but then given an interesting proposal to his tubby girlfriend: if she needed to do more exercise, why not officially take up dancing again?
She’d immediately been struck with inspiration.
Certainly, dancing practice made for great workouts. If she went back to doing it regularly rather than just occasionally for show, she’d probably melt these persistent pounds right off! More than that, though, shaking her hips for an audience made her feel sexy, a sensation she’d been sorely missing since she’d started gaining weight. If she could choreograph a spicy dance number, maybe she’d finally be able to provoke him into seeking after her body? Immediately growing excited, she’d planned out a whole training regimen and gotten her manager to set up a Live a few months out. She’d been able to see the whole scenario in her mind: she’d drop pounds week after week until a big, climactic performance, then blow her sweetheart’s pants off with the best performance she’d ever given! The plan had been perfect!
…Or at least, it’d seemed so on paper.
Day 1 into her plan, she was already behind schedule. She was now realizing that in her fervor, she’d been unrealistically optimistic about how quickly she’d be able to choreograph and memorize several dance numbers, having planned based on her usual rate of progress. She’d failed to take into account her greatly decreased stamina. At this rate, she’d be a panting mess if she merely tried to jog in place for an hour, much less perform several complex maneuvers using her whole body! Worse, she’d likely be singing for a few of her numbers as well!
Unpleasant premonitions and warning signals beginning to flood her mind, another angry growl reverberated from within the pit of Aki’s stomach, and her thoughts shifted to filling her belly instead. Reasoning out that she could afford to relax and think a bit before beginning her regimen in earnest, she pulled a tub of ice cream out of the freezer along with a few energy bars from the pantry and a gallon jug of whole milk and began to shovel spoonful after spoonful of creamy calories down her throat.
“I’m probably… *mmph*… overthinking this. Just gotta… *ulp*… *ulp*… *ulp*… *pwah!*… push through the pain a little bit and I’ll be thin again in no time! I’ll just try…*munch*… *mmphh*… a little harder tomorrow to make up for this.”
Focusing on the delicious taste of dairy sliding across her tongue, Aki failed to notice that she’d already eaten nearly twice her usual lunch and still felt nearly as hungry as when she’d started. Mild fatigue from the warm-up and her misgivings about her plan multiplied with catastrophic synergy to send her appetite into overdrive, resulting in a large caloric surplus despite her workout.
Pausing for a moment, she let out an unladylike belch and patted her swollen stomach before tearing even further into the creamy tub.
“…*urrp*… Definitely… no time at all…”
This stuffing would fail to decrease her appetite even a little bit for her partner’s deliciously fattening dinner later on in the day.
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“My, Aki-sama, you’re looking rather… um… underdressed?”
“Ahaha… all the better to show off my finer points…!”
Sharing an awkward chuckle with Yuzuki Choco at that line, Aki watched the gorgeous blonde turn to walk further inside before allowing her smile to slip and letting out a deep sigh. The demoness had certainly tried to hide it, Aki gave her that, but she’d clearly been shocked at the half-elf’s appearance. Not without reason either; her once-svelte figure had turned into something almost unrecognizable in the months since they’d last met in person.
Three weeks out from the Live, she was pushing 170 kilos.
In a sort of impressively pathetic display of low willpower, not only had she failed to lose a single ounce since starting her dance practices, the primary reason she’d come up with her plan in the first place, but her rate of growth had actually accelerated. Not even a week in, she’d realized that she’d never get any practice done if she continued wearing herself out during warmups, so she’d begun cutting those out entirely to make sure she had enough time to learn her routines. After all, even just a handful of rehearsals or move repetitions drained her of all her strength these days, so she had to conserve enough to make sure she could meet her somewhat strict practice quotas.
This in turn meant that she was always dead-exhausted and starving after every session. Mind fuzzy from fatigue and in desperate need of recovery before evening streams, she always found herself unable to resist cramming herself with unholy amounts of meat and dairy before napping afterwards. This being murder on her diet enough as it was, she’d (against her better judgement) been giving more and more agency over her home lifestyle to her significant other, who’d finally made the leap and moved in with her recently. Muscles often still throbbing from morning practice, she often found herself dreading standing up to do chores, or really moving around the house at all, and so the poor boy had gradually begun to handle the place’s upkeep on his lonesome. Though she was ultimately doing all this for his benefit, she felt terribly guilty about becoming even more of a lazy burden than she’d been at the start as an unintended side effect.
And of course, despite what pep talks she tried to give herself beforehand, she never found herself able to refuse even a single bite of his scrumptious evening dishes.
Things had gotten even worse in that regard, actually. He must have caught on to her increasing stomach capacity at some point, because her portions had started getting larger. She simply hadn’t the heart to tell him off for it, seeing him working so hard in the kitchen to see her smile during dinner. And yet the worst part was… the portions had been feeling too small for her lately anyways! She often found herself guiltily sneaking off to the fridge at night to grab an extra serving of fatty meat or cake. This began a vicious cycle of weakening her in the mornings, her quitting practice earlier and earlier and getting hungrier and hungrier, going home to stuff herself even more regardless of how full she was, and then dumping even more calories down her gullet at night by Pavlovian habit.
It’d all wreaked murder on her metabolism. Her appetite frankly scared her sometimes nowadays. Even a whiff of baked goods or grilled meat caused her tummy to whine with desire, and she found herself snacking at all hours of the day. Right after waking up, before and after every meal, during commutes, during practice, the middle of the night, every little bit of free time she could find. She was long past denying she had a problem; she’d just kept rationalizing that she could put off addressing it until after the big performance.
But what had awaited her at the end of months of that lazy attitude had been this: well over three-digits of Aki Rosenthal.
Catching herself in a mirror on her way down the hall to sit with Choco, she felt a familiar pang of shame assail her. The girl in the reflection was not wearing her signature dress; even the largest sizes it came in commercially would look comically small on her current self. Instead, she wore a light-blue tanktop that cut off slightly beyond her bellybutton and a stylish pair of cut-off shorts. Flesh was spilling out absolutely everywhere. She’d tried to cover herself with heavy winter clothing for a couple weeks, but her own body heat had proven so torturous that she’d ultimately given up and settled for bearing a little shame in exchange for giving her sweaty skin some air.
And oh, how much of that sweaty skin there was. Her belly had developed from a pudgy extension of her old self into a sagging lump sticking out oppressively several inches in front of her. Split into two large rolls with several smaller ripples lining the sides and where it blended into her chest, the fleshy organ was now impossible for bystanders to ignore. The half-elf sported a moderately impressive bust that had only grown even larger since her weight gain, but the pale swell of her torso now extended quite a ways in front of it. She still found herself furiously blushing on occasion whenever she faced a door or wall and felt her tummy squish into it before any other part of her body.
Speaking of, it no longer took a close look at her greedy gut to tell she was a bona-fide fat girl; a thick curtain of adipose covered every inch of her. Jiggling fat drooped off of her arms and neck, her trunk-like thighs constantly rubbed against each other and wobbled in rippling waves, and her always-rather-large dancer’s hips had thickened into an ass that could easily smother a man’s head. Even her face wasn’t spared, her double-chin and chubby cheeks serving as constant reminders of how much weight was packed on her frame. Stamina decreasing by the day as her muscles had to support an increasingly large and unwieldy load, she was almost always covered in droplets of sweat now and often had to take breaks during long walks to catch her breath.
Lumbering into Choco’s living room, Aki felt a wave of fatigue assault her legs from the morning’s practice and eagerly slumped into the demoness’s reclining chair. The relief was almost overwhelming, causing her to squeak out a sigh of pleasure and utterly fail to take notice of her slovenly position. Back curled against the soft fabric of the seat, her belly and breasts curled inwards into themselves and formed numerous more warm rolls along her length. The movement caused her shirt to slide up and reveal the deep, wet hole in the center of her gut, which, combined with her spread thighs, looked almost inviting.
Waiting for Choco to reenter the room with a hot tea, Aki subconsciously slipped a chocolate bar out of her bag and began to munch on it with her eyes closed, feeling hints of a nap coming on.
“Aki…-sama…?”
“*Mmpph!?*”
Suddenly snapping awake, Aki found Choco standing before her with a platter of porcelain cups. She belatedly realized that a square of chocolate was melting onto her chin and rushed to deepthroat the rest of the bar before awkwardly wiping her face on the back of her palm. By the time she noticed Choco turning to grab a paper towel, she’d already licked it clean of the sticky remains, unwilling to waste something so tasty.
“*A-Ahem…!* Aki-sama, do you still require a wet towel, or was your tongue sufficient?”
Finally reaching a clearheaded understanding of what she’d just done, Aki’s face alit crimson red.
“Ah… I’m so, so sorry about that! I’m just so tired, I don’t really think I understood what I was doing! Could you pass the towel, please?”
The damp square of paper in question was only a couple feet away and was clearly within reaching distance if only the chunky half-elf could have been bothered to sit up straight, but instead, she merely reached out her arm towards it with a frown like a baby aiming for a bottle of milk held by its mother. Choco watched with a bemused grin for a few seconds before taking it and placing it in her hand. After wiping her hand and face clean, she held the wipe out expectantly, clearly hoping for Choco to dispose of it for her.
Any other girl might have been offended by this rude display of laziness, but Choco was beginning to find her friend’s change in behavior rather cute and amusing.
Hours passed as the two drank on stream and played ARK for a bit. Viewers had fun enjoying the sexually charged banter between the two, and by the time the sun was beginning to set, they were both somewhat tipsy. Not once in the entire interim did Aki rise from her seat, preferring to let her butt sink into the chair and grow plusher while making the most of her host’s hospitality. Finally, about an hour before Aki had to get going, Choco placed a dish full of homemade double-chocolate cookies next to the half-elf and kneeled in front of her on the floor, resting her elbows on the girl’s plush thighs. Scarcely a second passed before her friend began to absentmindedly munch on chocolate delight after delight.
“Hey, Aki-sama, you ready to talk about it yet?”
“*Mpphh*… *mkkff*… *ulp*… Talk about what?”
“You know, your weight. You got really fat.”
“*PFFFT…!!!*”
Aki sprayed some flecks of cookie onto her bountiful cleavage before coughing in embarrassment and picking them off one by one to toss back in her mouth. Hearing it so bluntly had been a slight shock to her system. She was aware… she was more than aware of exactly how badly she’d let herself go, but most people were a lot more tactful about bringing it up!
“Uuuuuu… I know…”
For a moment, Aki felt a sense of dread. She’d been half-expecting to receive an intervention from someone for a number of weeks now, and she honestly didn’t know what she’d do when the time came. Looking down at Choco, however, the devilish blonde was looking up at her with warm, teacher-like eyes. They weren’t the eyes of someone about to deliver a tongue-lashing, and so Aki felt her pounding heart relax and slow in relief. Her friend appeared to be waiting for her to say something, so she continued.
“How much have you heard from the others?”
“About why you turned into a little piggy? Bits and pieces. If I’m understanding correctly, it’s mostly thanks to the influence of your special someone, right?”
Aki frowned, partly from that rude moniker she’d just been given, but mostly because she didn’t want to make excuses for herself.
“Ah… that’s kind of right… but not really. His cooking is definitely fantastic, but this happened mostly because I just can’t seem to control myself! I let him do all the cooking and cleaning, and he brings me things when I’m too lazy to get up, and I get so worked up by his little compliments that I keep tricking myself into thinking he still likes how I look! I’ve been thinking recently that I was lucky to have made it to my 20s without blimping up like this if I’m this weak-willed. I guess all this pudge was a long time coming…”
The chubby half-elf emphasized the end of her sentence by grabbing a thick handful of belly meat and wobbling it around. Its girth was now significant enough that a single palm couldn’t even hope to get a good measure of it, and so despite all her extra flesh since the last time she’d done this in front of a friend, the resulting ripples across her pale fat were somewhat dampened and unevenly scattered.
“Are you really… certain about that, Aki-sama? After thinking all that over, I think I may have an alternate explanation for why you porked up.”
All this borderline insulting terminology was truthfully starting to dig into Aki, but she tried to ignore it.
“Yeah? What is it?”
“I think he likes you fat, and wants you fatter.”
“I… ehh!?”
Finally, the half-elf was caught off-guard for once. She’d heard all sorts of commentary on her relationship and her weight gain from her AnPonTan sisters, Kanata, and Coco, but this was a first.
“Ahaha… come on, what are you saying, Choco-sensei? I’m huge! There’s no way someone could think I’m sexy like th—”
“Has he even a single time called you anything but beautiful?”
“I… no, but he’s just trying to be considerate of my feel—”
“Has he ever reduced his portions, or tried to switch you to diet food since you told him about your big performance plan?”
“Ah… no, but, he knows I love his food and probably doesn’t wanna disappointment me with something that doesn’t taste as go—”
“Has he ever encouraged you to exercise at home, or asked you to do the chores or grab the remote yourself? Has he ever sounded like he’s lost interest in you or felt regretful? He moved in with you after you’d already put on a few dozen kilos, right? Does that sound like someone who’d be put off because you’re fat?”
Aki was speechless. She didn’t have great rebuttals to anything her friend was saying… but it was all just too weird to be true, wasn’t it? She began to rapidly parse through her memories, looking for something, anything to disprove it.
Instead, she found herself connecting the dots between a number of events she’d thought strange.
Why had he kept increasing her portions even though he knew she was dieting?
Why was he so focused on her belly when she danced for him?
Why had he panicked so much when she’d initially confided her worries about her weight to him, and why had he seemed relieved when she’d elaborated that her primary worry was no longer looking pretty enough for him?
Finally, a curious episode from a date many months ago came to mind, from back when she’d still had a smooth hourglass figure. The two had been trying out clothes at a shopping mall, and she’d just exited the changing room to get his opinion on an outfit. Returning to the bench where she’d left him, she’d found him staring pointedly at a rather fat young lady with an exposed midriff, and he’d practically jumped out of his skin when she’d tapped him on the shoulder. At the time, she hadn’t been worried in the slightest since she’d thought there was no way he could’ve found that girl attractive, but what if…?
“Oh my god… does he…?”
Aki’s eyes widened into tight ovals, and the deepest blush she’d ever felt in her life rushed onto her face. Dozens of times at this point, she’d eaten herself into an embarrassing food coma in front of her lover, and dozens of times more, she’d flashed her bare gut at him and asked whether it bothered him. If those things hadn’t been disgusting him, but rather turning him on, then the actual one holding the two back from getting intimate all this time had been…
“Heeeeeh? Realize something interesting, Aki-sama?”
Choco’s grin had at some point thinned into a devilish crescent, and her gaze looked outright lewd and somewhat self-satisfied, like a succubus that had just corrupted a pure maiden into a slut.
“I… I need to go. I think I’m going to have to do some serious… um… training if I want to impress him.”
“Of course, Aki-sama, but by all means, take the rest of the cookies with you~♥ It sounds like you need them a lot more than me.”
“I… th-thank you. For the talk, too! I’ll um… tell you if things work out.”
Quickly shoveling several more of the moist lumps of chocolate and dough into her mouth so that there were few enough remaining to carry, Aki slowly got to her fat feet and lumbered down the hallway to exit the building, taking an eager bite every few steps. With all the food she’d eaten since coming here, including a full dinner, multiple beers, and several snacks she’d brought herself, her tummy was already swollen and red, and it swelled even more with every clump of sugar that she greedily sent down into it.
The last thing Choco saw before her friend rounded the street bend and wandered out of sight was the girl rubbing her tummy and licking her fingers clean with an unmistakably lascivious grin. She placed one cheek in the palm of her hand, seeing the blubbery half-elf off with a smile and a feeling of erotic excitement.
“Really now, Aki-sama, just what kind of pervert have you gotten mixed up with?”
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Something about Aki had changed.
And not just her weight, either. Every delectable kilo she packed onto her sexy gut certainly morphed her appearance farther and farther away from the skinny little thing she’d been when you’d first met her, but that was only to be expected.
After all, you’d been fattening her up.
For months now, you’d been trying your absolute hardest to keep her well-fed and ensure she hardly had to move a muscle at home in hopes of sculpting her already-titillating figure into the girls of your dreams. It’d have frankly been surprising if she hadn’t gained any weight given how many of your calorie-dense dishes she slurped down on the daily.
No, what had changed had been something a little more vague… something about her attitude. Ever since the first time she’d shot down your praise of her growing figure, you’d gotten a pretty good measure of how she saw herself, and it was unfortunately pessimistic. The poor girl must have prided herself on her old figure. She was just totally unable to think of herself as appealing-looking as long as she had a belly, no matter how much encouragement you or anyone else gave her. You’d actually felt so guilty that day that you’d offered her that dance suggestion as a way to have a fun diet (and give you a nice display of her jiggling gut at the end if you were lucky), and to your pleasant surprise, she’d kept packing on the pounds anyways, but her self-loathing only seemed to grow more and more intense with every ounce sticking to her waist. Every time you’d opened your mouth to start talks about getting physical with her, you’d see her looking down at her chubby belly and frowning, or posing uncertainly in front of the mirror, and the desire had faded. Balancing your desire to see her continue growing with your earnest wishes for her to be happy had started to grow painfully conflicting, and so you’d been seriously considering helping her slim down after the big performance despite your preferences.
Recently though… there’d been a shift of sorts in that self-perception. In the past three weeks, she’d been acting wildly inconsistent with her old self, enough to leave you baffled. Whereas before, she often curled up and tried to hide her exposed flab whenever you happened upon her relaxing, she now remained unabashedly exposed, almost vulgarly so, actually. You’d caught her more than once slumping into the couch in her skivvies, munching on greasy potato chips and scratching her bare tummy. She’d even invited you to snuggle up with her a couple times! Not that you’d accepted yet, mind; you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep your composure next to that pale mountain of half-elf meat, and you didn’t want to put her off by coming off as some kind of fetishistic freak.
That said, a few of those times, her eyes had looked extremely inviting… almost knowing…
It hadn’t ended there, though. She’d grown less reserved in her state of dress around the house, often exposing plenty of skin if not outright strolling about in her underwear. She’d begun snacking more often and less healthily than she already had been, always having a bar of chocolate or a glazed donut on hand whenever you saw her between meals. Her appetite had a;so greatly increased during dinners; whereas before, you’d had difficulty getting her to accept seconds, she’d begun eagerly asking for thirds on her own.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she’d figured out your secret.
Yesterday, that feeling had been tested to its limit. As preparation for today’s big performance and in celebration of one of the last times you’d be able to feed her well before putting her on a diet, you’d prepared a massive feast, practically twice what she usually put down in one sitting. Truthfully, you hadn’t expected her to eat much more than usual at all and had mostly done it for show, but to your slack-jawed surprise, she’d torn into dish after dish with the appetite of a hippo, emptying the table at an almost unbelievable rate. Paying no heed to manners, she’d torn into gravy-drenched steak with her bare hands, slurped down seasoned shrimp with a pudgy look of bliss, and ravenously bitten into slice after slice of breaded chicken, sending crumbs tumbling down the sweaty valley of her breasts. Before you’d been able to make sense of what’d been happening, every single morsel had been crammed tightly into her taut digestive organ, swelling out her gut into a tight bulge totally unconstrained by her clothing.
That sheer display of gluttony had been simulating enough on its own, but what’d come after had about sent you into orbit. Fingers covered in food stains, Aki had slowly, sensually licked herself clean before kneading her hands into her pudgy sides and letting out a massive, wet belch that lasted several seconds. Her digestive system apparently relieved, she’d sunk a ways into her chair with a dumb grin and lidded eyes, and you’re almost certain she would have slid right down onto the floor if her own, turgid fleshy core hadn’t been pressing tightly into the table. It’d simply been too much; you’d had to excuse yourself to the restroom to calm down.
The scariest thing had been that you’d almost been caught staring, aroused at her in her post-stuffing ecstasy. You’d averted your eyes quickly, and she didn’t bring it up for the rest of the night, so you felt like you could reasonably conclude that your secret was safe, and yet…
…you almost could’ve sworn you’d seen her erotically licking her lips as you’d exited the room.
And now things had come to today. About an hour ago, Aki had successfully pulled off one of the most sensual performances you’d ever seen live on stream. Despite her low stamina and unwieldy physique, she’d managed to keep up the façade of athleticism at least until the end of the show, pulling in huge numbers and strutting her stuff all at once. You couldn’t overstate how proud of her you were, especially seeing her sweat-drenched form collapsed onto the studio floor afterwards with a rumbling belly and a beaming smile. You’d been granted the heavenly duty of supporting her jiggly, sweet-smelling body all the way to your car, and the two of you had kept up a cheerful rapport all the way home.
You were currently in the midst of preparing one final feast to celebrate your girlfriend’s success and feed a host of her friends that had come over to party. It was sad to think about losing all that squeezable heft, but you figured she’d probably be happier with a thinner figure after all the grief she’d gone through in the past few months. Tomorrow, you’d properly make up for pushing her into getting this big by planning out a diet.
Bringing an armful of plates out to the living room kotatsu, you found the six girls (you’d been told they were AnPonTan, KanaCoco, and Choco) packed inside it raucously performing a kanpai. Their faces were red from laughter and intoxication, and the room stunk of booze. It all served to produce a rather jovial atmosphere, and seeing Aki with the most genuine smile on her face you’d seen in half a year produced a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest.
The bunch of drunks cheered in excitement as you began to lay dish after dish in front of them, making a few trips between the table and the kitchen. As you finally brought forth the dessert tray to set aside for later, a horned blonde who you assumed must be Choco grabbed you by the arm and sat you down between her and the flabby half-elf taking up a whole side of the furnishing.
“You must be the ‘master chef’ we’ve heard so much about, and from how scrumptious this food smells, I’m inclined to believe all that praise was well-deserved. Aki-sama’s really managed to snag a lucky catch~♥”
“Ah… ahaha, I’m nothing so special.”
Bashfully accepting her praise, you awkwardly found yourself alongside your chunky partner as the night’s center of attention. They shot off questions rapidfire, asking about how long she’d practiced for the show, how you two met, what kinds of things you did together, why you’d learned to cook (you had to lie about this one obviously), what kinds of things you liked about each other, your favorite foods and hobbies, and so on and so on. By the time everyone but Aki (who was still struggling to eat the last few bites of a molten lava cake) finished up their food and began packing up for the night, you felt thoroughly exhausted and a little tipsy, though not in an unpleasant way. It was a feeling not unlike letting loose at an amusement park all day and staggering home surrounded by friends. You found yourself appreciating how having the precious opportunity to bond with this family of entertainers was just another delightful perk of having charmed the beautiful half-elf you considered to be the love of your life.
As the girls began to file towards the entrance of your apartment, you directed a warm grin over at your partner. Near the end of the dinner, she’d gotten so entranced with her meal that she’d stopped responding to the others, engrossed with trying to fill every last inch of available space in her packed belly. The girl’s stomach had burst out of her undersized top, caused her to loudly belch more than once right in the girls’ faces, and had now rendered her incapacitated on the floor, staring up at the ceiling with a fuzzy grin and a stream of drool spilling out of her lips. As happy as she looked, you were rather glad the other girls had gotten so sloshed; otherwise they might have been more perturbed by their friend acting like a gluttonous slob.
“Aki, c’mon, lemme help you up. We gotta say goodbye and get you to bed.”
Whispering in your lover’s ear, you gave a few light taps to her cheeks to snap her back to reality before using every ounce of muscle you possessed to lug her to a stand and support her with your shoulders. Awkwardly performing a couple’s waddle towards the entrance, you faced the girls with an embarrassed grin.
“Thanks for making Aki’s night everyone, really! And I’m sorry she showed a… sort of unsightly side of herself. It’s probably the party mood.”
Most of them laughed it off, including the half-conscious girl sinking into you, and they finally began to make their way outside to begin going home. As they did, Aki regained enough strength to stand on her own and push herself slightly away from you before leaning in to whisper in your ear.
“Come to my bedroom in about a half hour and I’ll have a special surprise for you~♥”
With that exciting remark, the girl slowly plodded back inside, presumably to make herself more presentable. You had an inkling of what she’d meant by that, and you really hoped her intoxication wasn’t impairing her judgement.
Turning to return to the living room and clean up all the dishes, you were suddenly stopped at the shoulder by Choco, who had yet to follow the others outside. As you spun around to answer her, you found her giving you an incredibly lewd and somewhat motherly stare. She began to speak in a stern whisper, channeling her experience as a teacher.
“Listen here, alright? This is a really important night for Aki-sama, so I don’t want you messing it up by misreading her intentions.”
“I… what do you—”
“I don’t know what secrets you still think you’re keeping from her, but that girl isn’t stupid, you know? I suggest you think long and hard about why she’s been eating so well lately.”
With a cute wink, the demoness turned to return home, leaving you alone in the entryway, slack-jawed. Shutting the door and beginning to pick up the plates littering the kotatsu, the idea you’d been stubborn denying for the past couple weeks flared back up and occupied every inch of your thoughts.
Could Aki really have…?
Shaking yourself free of stupid what-ifs while putting away the last of the dishes, you decided to go in mentally prepared for the best case scenario, half-expecting to be totally wrong or to find the tubby blonde already asleep. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pushed open the door and walked into Aki’s chamber.
Your breath caught in your throat.
There she was, standing there. Not in the sloppy outfit she’d been wearing the rest of the night, but in an extravagantly detailed Arabian badlah, the mirror image of the outfit her model had worn for the Live earlier in the day. Her fat gut hung freely between a part in the dress’s translucent fabric, almost totally exposed. Actually, almost all of her was totally exposed; the only parts that weren’t were the lower halves of her breasts and a thin strip of her chunky legs covered by a waist-high loincloth that spilled out onto the floor in a beautiful, lacy pattern. Rather than leaving it entirely on the ground, the far ends of the cloth were pinched between her forefingers and thumbs, held aloft slightly above her outstretched elbows while she crossed her knees, thrust her hips backwards, and seductively leaned her meaty chest in your direction.
She looked like a Persian courtesan ready to seduce a prince.
If that insanely erotic pose didn’t convey her intentions well enough though, a few final touches she’d added to the look certainly did. Along with the tips of the cloth, in one hand, she held a freshly-used can of whipped cream, and in the other, a red permanent marker. It was no mystery what these items had been used for: adorning the full span of her cleavage in a heart shape was a thick trail of cream, already melting a bit from her body heat and dripping into her tight cleavage. Another dollop of the cream looked to have been injected straight into her cavernous bellybutton, from which it was blossoming like a white flower and melting even faster than the shape on her tits. Finishing off the look was a large, red target drawn in marker around the center of her jiggly gut with a long arrow pointing to it along the slick expanse of her rolls.
Along with the amorous grin she was flashing at you and the thick, buttercream cake positioned over by the pillow, there was a clear signal being sent out here.
“I know you like me belly-dancing, so I figured I’d dress up for you~♥”
Aki set down the implements she’d used to decorate her fat along with the shiny cloth of her outfit and slowly sauntered over to you, curving her shoulders and hips with feminine poise every step of the way. When she reached within kissing distance, she looked deep into your eyes and slowly raised one of your palms to her upper gut roll, maintaining eye contact all the way. Practically paralyzed from her assault, you offered no resistance as her gaze drew you in and your hand sunk into the sea of warm flab protruding from her front. It was warm… sweaty… soft… beating with her heartbeat. You felt like you’d jump her if you didn’t restrain yourself.
As though reading your mind and to kill that restraint, the horny half-elf leaned in to whisper in your ear with honeyed words.
“Or maybe what you like isn’t the dancing, but this big…”
She slid a hand up your shirt and sensually traced a finger down your chest to your pelvis.
“…fat…”
She leaned further forward, pressing her stomach into your crotch. You were so aroused you felt like you were about to puncture a hole through your trousers.
“…belly~♥”
Before you were even aware of what you were doing, Aki was on the bed, beneath you. The impact of having been pushed down so forcefully sent her meaty bits into a jiggle, and she mewled in excitement, presumably at having finally provoked you into assaulting her. Arms wrapped around her slick bust and armpits, you shoved your tongue deep into her bellybutton, sucking the whole dollop of cream out before thrusting in and out, savoring her taste. Even beneath the many layers of squishy fat, you could still tell how tightly she was stuffed and how sensitive it made her. With every jab, she let out a small moan and tensed what few muscles she still had underneath all her bulk.
In what felt like no time at all, you felt her spasm slightly as she squealed and sunk further into the bed.
She’d been brought to climax just from her overstuffed stomach being teased.
Leaving her panting on the bed for a moment, you practically ripped your clothes off your body and tossed them into the corner of the room before sinking your hands under her sweat-and-arousal-soaked ass and rolling her over onto her front. Resting your dick at the edge of her deep asscrack, you grabbed a messy handful of the buttery cake on the nearby desk and held it in front of her lolling tongue.
“You think it’s this fun to tease someone over their secrets, huh?”
Using your other hand to stick two fingers in her mouth and turn her head to face you, you were met with lidded eyes and a drooling mouth rapt with pleasure.
“Ahm shorry… I jusht wanted you to be honeeeessht~♥”
“Yeah? Well here’s me being honest, just like you wanted. I’m gonna stuff you like a pig harder than you’ve ever been stuffed before, and I’m not gonna stop until every last bite of this cake is churning up into more fat in your gut. I honestly wanna get you so fucking covered in lard that you won’t hardly be able to stand, much less think about dancing again. That what you wanted, Piggy?”
“Yeeeeeshhhh!!!”
“Then open wide.”
Shoving the first of many handfuls of calorie-infused creamy mush into Aki’s throat that night, you saw her eyes turn up in pleasure as you thrusted into her jiggling bulk. Hips crashing against each other, her pale ass rippled in violent waves as you let loose every bit of pent-up arousal you’d been holding in since you’d met.
She’d already eaten herself near to bursting today, and yet as she masochistically embraced the hedonistic cow of a girl you wanted her to be, her gut rumbled, hungry for more.