“Crap.” The black-haired girl had been silent for several minutes as she stared at herself in the mirror. Tatsuki Arisawa wasn’t one who normally paid much attention to how she looked. The most she did to get ready in the morning was style her ponytail, which she’d been grooming for over a year. But she was quite displeased with what she saw in the mirror. Her muscular arms and legs were starting to get hidden behind a small layer of fat. Her panties were too tight on her butt and causing her skirt to pinch around her burgeoning muffintop. There were rolls of fat and love handles on her torso that she never imagined she would ever have, and her too-small shirt showed every curve too much for her liking. On top of all that, her boobs had plumped up, making them about as big as her busty friend Orihime’s. Her c-cup bra was clearly not made for the melons she now carried and was also pinching her. The breasts themselves may have been appreciated, but compounded with everything else it led to only one conclusion. Tatsuki was getting fat.
“Damnit, I’m getting soft! I need to cut down on the snacks.” She sighed as she gathered her bookbag and got ready to go to school. On the way out the door, Tatsuki grabbed a banana from her fruit bowl. “Have to keep eating healthy,” she said to herself, peeling the fruit and inserting it into her mouth as she left her home for the day. As she walked, Tatsuki could feel every bit of her new weight affect her body. She’d had to go without a bra, so her breasts bounced around a lot more than they used to, and she could feel her panties going up her crack and giving her a wedgie with every step.
She had to get back into shape. There had been a bug infestation at her local dojo and so it was out of commission for several weeks while they got rid of the insects, and took the time to get some much-needed repairs done as well. That meant Tatsuki hadn’t been as active as she should have been, and her body had suffered the price for her laziness. Most of her free time was spent trying to study for school or spending time with her friends, and that meant a lot of snacking and not much physical activity.
Tatsuki normally made the trip to school without any problem whatsoever, but by the time she approached the building, she felt a bit out of breath and was perspiring. To her frustration, she was also hungry, despite having a full breakfast and a banana on the way. As she passed through the entrance gate, her orange-haired friend ran up to her and hugged her.
“Tatsuki!” Orihime said with a smile, squeezing Tatsuki hard. Tatsuki groaned and lightly patted Orihime on the back to get her off, the feeling of their breasts pushing against each other wasn’t something she wanted to keep going.
“Nngh, hey Orihime. Why have you been so… huggy lately?” Tatsuki asked, adjusting her backpack.
“Oh, I don’t know. You just seem to have the perfect body for it,” Orihime said cheerfully. Tatsuki blushed and coughed. Orihime wasn’t being mean about it, but it was clear what she was referring to. Tatsuki’s plump, soft body was like a pillow, when it should have been like a brick wall.
“Right. Thanks…” Tatsuki said, sighing. “I’ll see you in class, I need to get something out of my locker first.”
“Okay!” Orihime ran off to their homeroom while Tatsuki walked to the locker room. She saw the red-haired Chizuru running after Orihime and groaned. The lesbian was probably going to go and grope Orihime again. Tatsuki was usually Orihime’s bodyguard in these situations, but she didn’t want to run right now. Anyway, Chizuru had been better about it lately, only groping Orihime once or twice a week instead of every day. Tatsuki could go easy on her this time.
She soon arrived at her locker and opened it up to grab a book and put some other things away. That’s when she saw the small box, the same one that had been there every day for at least a week or two. Tatsuki subtlety licked her lips as she opened it up. Inside was about a dozen freshly-baked cookies. There was no note attached, just a small sketch of a heart on the top of the box. They smelled so heavenly, Tatsuki felt her mouth salivating as she brought the box closer to her face.
Tatsuki frowned and put the box back where it was originally, shaking her head. The boxes had been showing up every day for a while, and she was certain they were heavily responsible for her weight gain. The first time one of them had appeared, she had been really tired and hungry, so she had devoured the treats without delay. After that, she’d just accepted the daily desserts and hadn’t paid them much mind. Who could argue with something free? But today she’d have to put her foot down, even if it meant setting her belly in a fit of jiggling.
She closed her locker and got ready to go to class when her stomach growled. Tatsuki held it in a grunt of pain, and began to rifle through her bag for a granola bar. She swore she had an extra one in there, but she just couldn’t find it. As had been happening more and more lately, she felt absolutely starving. The delectable aroma of the cookies made its way through the locker door and right up to her nostrils. Tatsuki frowned and tried to resist the allure, but she didn’t last too long. She was hungry, so she opened the locker, grabbed the box, and ate one of the cookies.
It was delicious, absolutely perfect. The chocolate chips were still gooey and warm, there were small bits of sugary berries in the dough, and trails of caramel ran deep into the scrumptious treat. It was gone within seconds, but the pain in Tatsuki’s stomach still remained. She licked her lips again and began to chew on a second cookie, closing the locker. Today would have to be the last day she ate these mystery treats. She’d just eat them until she was full, and then she’d find some healthy snacks for later. If the cookies didn’t fill her up first.
Tatsuki wasn’t lucky enough to have the box of cookies be the only snack she had that day at school. Despite her best intentions, her lunch wasn’t the most lenient she could have had. Her salad was quickly negated by the fries, chicken sandwich, and two orders of chocolate pudding she ordered to go with it. But, school lunches had never been the healthiest things out there, she reasoned, and she’d be able to cook something better when she got home that day. Even after lunch, her stomach had some urges for food before the last school bell rang. All the treats and fatty foods she’d had lately had begun to stretch her stomach further than normal, and her appetite was healthier because of it. Everyone seemed to know it too, even the teacher made a vague remark to the class about how they offered chairs where the desk wasn’t directly attached. That made her upset, she wasn’t fat enough to get wedged in her seats yet.
‘Yet’. That was the word that weighed on her the most. If she wasn’t careful, soon she’d need that new desk, along with a new wardrobe. As she gathered her books and stood up from her chair, her belly brushed against the table, and Tatsuki grimaced. She’d have a better dinner, and then she’d be set to get healthy again. Maybe there’d be a point where her diet would stabilize, and she’d reach a point where she stopped gaining weight, even with the daily snacks.
Or, as she found out upon getting home, twice-daily. Sitting on the steps of her house was another box, the same as always. Once again, no signature or name, just the simple heart to indicate the giver’s intentions. Tatsuki took a deep breath and opened it up, wondering what was inside this time. Brownies, her favorite. There was one in her mouth before she even realized it. It was almost impossibly moist and gooey. Looking in the box, she discovered it must have been a special serving just for her. There was a small ‘T’ imprinted in the large serving, made out of a cream cheese icing that looked heavenly. Since Tatsuki had already finished the first piece she’d placed in her mouth, she tried a piece with the icing, and confirmed her suspicions about its taste.
She continued to eat the box of brownies as she made her way inside the house and took off her shoes. The girl placed her bookbag on a chair and sat down on the couch to finish her snack. It really was incredible how tasty they were. There were little chunks of dark chocolate littered throughout the treats, and despite eating a big lunch, she still felt hungry even after finishing half of the box. She laid down on the sofa and put her feet up on the edge, turning on the tv with one hand as she ate the brownies with the other. Tatsuki laid like this for a while, forgetting about the woes of her diet and instead just enjoying the martial arts movie on television. The brownies continued to settle in her stomach until the box was empty, and the gluttonous girl licked a bit of leftover fudge from her fingers.
“Oof, those things were good,” she said, letting out a breath she’d been holding in. Tatsuki looked between her breasts to stare at her belly, seeing how puffed up it was from the boxful of sugar. “Ugh,” she groaned, rubbing her stomach to soothe the full sensation she felt. Tatsuki was about to get up when she yawned, stretching out on the couch. The action made her boobs push up high in the air, the swollen mounds stretching her shirt some. She let out a moan of contentedness, and turned to the side, to take what she considered to be a well-deserved nap, leaving the brownies to pack on their calories without any nasty physical movement getting in the way.
Tatsuki woke up several hours later with another yawn. The girl peered at the clock and rubbed her head in frustration. It was already dinnertime, and she hadn’t made any progress on her homework yet. She walked over to the chair where she had rested her backpack and grabbed what she needed, spreading everything over her desk. The black-haired and chubby girl then entered the kitchen, hoping to find something that she could make quick. Unfortunately, everything she had that was healthy would have taken a long time to cook, and Tatsuki was hungry and in a rush to get her homework done.
“Hello, I’d like to place an order for delivery?” she said over the phone. Tatsuki decided ordering take-out was the best option. “An order of pork ramen, fried dumplings, oh, uh, white, no, brown rice.” Tatsuki felt her stomach rumble. “And some eggrolls as well. No, no I think that’ll be it. My address is-oh, you already have it? Ah, good, I guess. Sure, sounds great, thank you.” Tatsuki hung up the phone and pulled out the money to pay the delivery person, then sat down and got to work. She was only partway through her first assignment when the delivery came. Tatsuki paid the woman swifty and gathered her dinner, waving goodbye to the driver when she noticed something on her doorstep. Another one?
Tatsuki tried to ignore it this time. She already had enough food that she knew would be killer on her waistline, and didn’t need a dessert afterward. The girl almost managed to close the door when a thought came to her. There were sometimes stray dogs that wandered around sometimes, what if one of them ate the stuff inside? It most likely had chocolate in it. That was enough of an excuse for her to pick up the baked goods and bring it inside as well. Tatsuki had at least enough self-control to not open it, since there were hotter things that needed to be devoured first.
It was only after placing everything on a plate that she realized just how much food she had ordered. They even included a small order of grilled beef as thanks for ordering so much in one order. Tatsuki just piled everything onto her plate, figuring what she didn’t eat would just be covered in plastic and put in the fridge for later. Fifteen minutes later, the plate was spotless, so the point was moot anyway. Now rubbing an even fuller stomach, Tatsuki went to put her plate in the sink so it could soak, when the seductive aroma of the box hit her full force. Cautiously, she opened the box. This time the item inside was wrapped neatly in foil, and as she opened it, it was clear why. It was a big bowl of cherry cobbler, still steaming. She was incredibly touched by the care that went into making it for her, and didn’t think twice before bringing it over to her desk to eat it while she continued her homework.
The extra sugar from the snack helped Tatsuki avoid the food coma that her heavy meal of food was trying to give her, and kept her working on her homework until it was finished. Satisfied that she had finished everything as well as she could, Tatsuki gave herself a congratulatory pat on the back. Or she would have if trying to move her arm that far didn’t make her boobs push out in a way she wasn’t fond of. Instead she just put her things away and got ready to dispose of the box her cobber came in. That’s when she saw the small note on the bottom of the box.
‘Hope this made a nice dessert. Stay cute.’ It was a simple comment sure, but it brought a blush to Tatsuki’s cheeks all the same. She never really thought of herself as ‘cute’. Tatsuki had the box over the trash can, when she had a change of heart. The girl instead just placed it up on a shelf. She justified it by saying a box could always come in handy. Tatsuki gave a small chuckle, and then got to bed, the bedframe creaking as she fell atop it.
That’s the way things went for the next two weeks. The treats had gone from daily to multiple times a day, growing in frequency and the amount of food as well. In her locker, at her house, at her desk, she was finding some everyday, and Tatsuki was finding it harder and harder to care how or why someone was spending so much time to please her without giving her their name. All she knew was it must be somebody related to the school, it was the only way to explain how they got into her desk. A desk which, to her displeasure, had been replaced with one that would fit her huge frame.
She was wedged into it now, her fat pushing into the desk even as she sat a fair bit away from it. Tatsuki’s fat had really ballooned up over the last two weeks, and though the girl was afraid to step onto a scale, she wagered she had gained at least a hundred pounds from her constant snacking and overeating. The chair was woefully inadequate for her needs now. Each butt cheek hung off the edges, her rump having been engorged to the size of two pumpkins wedged together. It wasn’t just wide either, it stuck out like a spare shelf from her back. She knew from experience it could be used as one, already. Keigo had been smacked in the head when he jokingly balanced a can of soda on the doughy backside.
It was a miracle she had been able to find panties that fit her massive rear, though ‘fit’ may have been pushing it a bit. Her red panties were stretched over her rump so far that the elastic was close to crying, and she had long given up trying to walk without giving herself a wedgie. Packed underneath that butt was a set of thighs like jumbo-sized hams. By all appearances, she still had some muscle underneath, but it was covered up by pounds of cellulite that gave her legs an impressive marshmallow texture. If she wasn’t paying attention, Tatsuki sometimes waddled from how big her thighs were. Walking normally meant her legs had to rub together, and considering her panties were so tight that they showed some cameltoe, that tended to get distracting after enough of a distance had been walked.
Her rear may have been indecently-sized, and barely covered by the skirt that now hung down to only cover a third of her cheeks, but her shirt was in even worse condition. Tatsuki really regretted having such a full workload lately, she hadn’t gotten time to go out and buy a new uniform. She had been hoping that maybe one day her secret admirer would surprise her with a new uniform as a change of pace from the treats, but there had been no luck on that angle so far. So she was stuck wearing a shirt that was so small on her frame she could only bear to secure one button.
This meant her belly refused to be covered by any scrap of fabric she owned. Her school uniform was the worst about it though. Everything from her waistline to right below her breasts could be seen in all their glory. The amount of fat on her gut forced her stomach to form into rolls, which helped give the appearance that she stuffed herself constantly. Her love handles were thick and prominent, pressing into her arms every time she held them straight down. Even her back had softened and had a small layer of fat on it. Tatsuki was mortified every time she moved, as each step caused her belly to bounce around like it was made out of pure gelatin. She had reached a point where her stomach had stretched so much that she was rarely ever full, so her belly was constantly squishy. Even her arms had swollen up as well, her powerful biceps hidden behind chub that tightened her sleeves.
But that was nothing compared to her breasts. The girl used to wrap her breasts occasionally, for something different and to really help cut back on the jiggle during karate. There was no way she could do that now, unless she wanted to go through meters of fabric each time. Instead she had to stick to her bras, but that was barely working either. Her bust had at least quadrupled in size, turning from handfuls a normal woman would be proud of, into a set of melons that would have made a bra model jealous. She was bigger than anyone she’d ever seen before, even larger than Rangiku, an exchange student who had shown up one day and made it clear she had no intentions of ever fully buttoning up her massive mammaries. Tatsuki would have if she could, but the girl had no choice but to go to school showing off the full amount of cleavage her knockers had to offer. She’d gone with a sports bra today, and placed it over her breasts in such a way that it covered her nipples and little else. If she placed it any higher, she risked either suffocating, or the bra breaking from the struggle of trying to contain her tits.
After class ended, Tatsuki begun the walk back to her locker. She didn’t even need anything from it today, but it had become part of her routine she simply couldn’t ignore. The girl smelled the cookies before she even got to the door, and in seconds a handful of the warm, chocolate snacks were in her hand. Compared to the box of cookies she had received two weeks ago, this one was three times as big, stuffed to the brim with cookies and another heart note. As she left the locker room, she saw her friends chatting outside.
“Hey, Orihime,” Tatsuki said to her orange-haired friend. She looked down at her hand to grab a cookie, and found she had already finished the ones she had snagged earlier. The rest were still in the box that was nestled carefully under her arm.
“Hi Tatsuki!” the cheerful girl said, as bubbly as ever.
“Oi, Tatsuki, don’t I get a hello, too?” Next to Orihime was her lesbian stalker Chizuru, who adjusted her glasses as she looked over at Tatsuki, who sighed.
“Hello Chizuru. What are you too doing?”
“I was asking Orihime if she wanted to join an after-school club, but we couldn’t figure out anything the both of us liked,” the redhead said with a shrug.
“Oh, uh, sorry to hear that,” Tatsuki said. She reached up to scratch her head as she came up with something to say, and heard the inevitable sound of her shirt tearing. Her arm had pulled the stitching too far, and the fabric underneath her armpit had ripped open. As she scrambled to try and fix it, she only made it worse, spreading the tear to her sleeve and towards the front of her shirt. She muttered something about faulty stitching and kept her arm close to the hole in an attempt to cover it up. Her face turned red as she realized she was now showing even more boob than before, and she was already showing more breastflesh than she’d let be seen in a bikini top. The other two girls stared at her as she tried to fix her shirt, apparently too embarrassed for her to say anything about it. “Maybe you should join the sewing club,” Tatsuki finally managed to say, giving a nervous laugh.
“Mm, maybe,” Orihime said. “I’d ask if you wanted to join, but I saw the karate dojo is open again, so you’re probably going to go back to that, right?” Tatsuki blushed more.
“Uh, right now I can’t really. I um, I can’t fit in the uniform anymore.”
“Ah, I see. Well then, maybe I should join the sewing club then, I can make you a bigger uniform!”
“The uniform isn’t the only problem,” Tatsuki said softly.
“Ooh, maybe you could join the sumo club instead, don’t really need to worry about a fitting uniform there,” Chizuru said. Tatsuki huffed, crossing her arms under her chest, causing the rip to spread further, and it pushed up her breasts as well. It pretty much had the opposite effect of what she wanted.
“Come on Chizuru, I know I’ve put on weight, but that’s not cool,” Tatsuki said.
“No, I mean it. I saw they were looking for new members,” Chizuru said, nodding her head. Tatsuki stared at her for a moment, and then laughed a bit, putting a hand on Chizuru’s shoulder. She left a few crumbs on the redheads shirt.
“Thanks Chizuru, I needed a laugh, been feeling a bit down lately.”
“Huh? Why, what’s wrong?” Chizuru asked. Orihime looked at Tatsuki for an explanation as well.
“It’s, well, it’s nothing, never mind,” Tatsuki said. “Schoolwork has just been killing me. Actually I should get home now, I want to get an early start on my homework assignment.”
“Oh, okay. Bye Tatsuki!”
“See ya later, I’ve got to get home too,” Chizuru said, waving goodbye to the others and going on her own way. Orihime walked with Tatsuki a while, until their paths needed to split. Once Orihime was gone, Tatsuki grabbed the box again and began to stuff her face, needing the comfort of the cookies after such an embarrassing conversation.
“Is that, mm, where I am now?” she asked herself between bites of cookies, each one able to fit into her mouth whole. “So fat I’m more fit for sumo than karate? Mmmph.” She put another cookie between her lips as she approached her home. One slipped out from her fingers and she bent forward to quickly grab it. That caused another rip in Tatsuki’s clothes, this time her skirt paid the price for her gluttony. By the time she got home to the sight of another box, there were only a handful of cookies left. She emptied it out into her grasp and dumped the empty container in the trash near her house.
“Why does someone keep leaving me these treats everywhere? I just, I can’t help myself…” she said, before bending down and grabbing the box, causing yet another rip that threatened to make her skirt fall off. Swallowing the cookie in her mouth, she opened the box to see what was inside today. It was a surprisingly small tart, but at this point, small was still wider than a dvd case. But it wasn’t the delicious cherry treat that caught her attention, it was the note attached to the box.
‘It’s time for me to explain. Tomorrow at noon. I’ll confess everything.’ Tatsuki’s heart raced. She’d finally find out the culprit. The next day was Saturday, and she had every intention of making this appointment. She didn’t know what she wanted, or what she should expect. Maybe it was Ichigo, he’d always been terrible with ladies, leaving anonymous gifts seemed more his speed. Or one of her male friends…. Mizuiro loved to give treats to his dates, and Keigo had pulled that stunt with her butt earlier. Tatsuki would have to wait and find out tomorrow.
For now, there was a cherry tart that had her name on it. Written in chocolate.
That night, once again Tatsuki stuffed herself to the brim. She could look back and fondly remember a time where she could eat one cheeseburger and a handful of fries and consider herself full. There was also a time when such an unhealthy meal would be a rare indulgence, a small break from low-fat diets and carb-heavy dinners that would be worked off in the course of a night thanks to her rigorous karate training. Those days were long gone now, and as Tatsuki snacked on the cherry tart, trying to take her time with it, she realized that they were likely not coming back. At least not as long as the girl was supplied a steady amount of these addicting baked goods that had added feet to her waistline.
Sleep didn’t come easy to her that night, which was rare for the girl. Especially ever since she’d started carrying around her own pillow in the form of a marshmallow-soft gut. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was nervous about meeting this secret admirer. They’d left all these treats for her, but how would they react to her being obese? Did they want her fat, or was it accidental? She assuaged her worries with a midnight snack comprised of a pint of ice cream covered in hot fudge.
After satiating her rumbling stomach, she was able to sleep a little more soundly. Tatsuki’s bed jostled as she tossed and turned in her sleep. Her bed had been meant for a woman of regular size, and she was in danger of outgrowing it soon. But for now it wasn’t important, she woke up and had to decide what to do until the time for the meeting came. The admirer said they’d meet her at noon, but they hadn’t said where. How was Tatsuki supposed to know where to go? She mulled this over as she went to go make herself some breakfast, when she had an inkling that something would be waiting for her. Sure enough, right outside her door was the answer to two questions she had: where to meet, and what to eat.
The fat, raven-haired girl poured herself a full glass of milk, wanting something to wash down the delectably thick cinnamon buns that were positively caked in icing. A horrible way to start the day, loading up with carbs and sugar, but definitely more delicious than oatmeal and eggs. As she drank down a pint of milk and several buns for breakfast, she read over the note that was placed in this morning’s delivery.
‘There will be another box at 11:30. Please follow its instructions, and we’ll soon meet at last.’ It seemed her admirer wanted to play this out a little longer. That was fine by Tatsuki. This was so unusual for her that she kind of wanted to savor it as long as she could. In fact, Tatsuki was starting to wonder what she should wear to this meeting. She didn’t have a lot that fit anymore. At least half her shirts couldn’t even fit over her breasts, let alone the rest of her torso. She wasn’t normally one for fancy dresses or clothing that flattered her figure, even when her body was more toned and athletic. But she did have something that she could try and put on. She continued to stuff the breakfast buns in her face until they were gone, reasoning it would be best to try the outfit on when she was full, to avoid it breaking later.
Once Tatsuki was certain she couldn’t fit another bit of food into her stomach, she walked up to her room, grabbing a banana as a travel snack while she went to her closet. She had to dig through the hung-up clothes for a bit until she found it. She just hoped it would fit. After tossing away the banana peel, making it the healthiest item in the garbage, she found a dress Orihime had bought for her recently. According to the orange-haired ditz, she had fallen in love with it, but ended up buying a size that was too big, and that Tatsuki might be a better fit for it. That was back when Tatsuki was still on the healthier side of plump, and she had thought nothing of it. But since it was bigger than anything else she owned, it was her best shot at wearing something that covered her up.
It took a bit of fiddling around with some of the straps, and a bit of baby powder spread around her larger curves, but Tatsuki was finally able to fit into the large dress. She walked over to the bathroom to take a look, and she blushed a bit at seeing how well it accentuated her figure, for better or worse. Even being bigger than what she’d have worn a few weeks ago, the dress was incredibly tight. Her breasts and butt were so well-contained in the dress, that she couldn’t wear any underwear underneath it, both because it would have made it harder to fit, and because her panty line would have undoubtedly shown through the pure white fabric.
“Alright, I guess that’s the best I’m going to get,” Tatsuki said, turning to the side and noticing how her love handles were visible in the tightness of the dress. “Should I… put on some makeup or something?” she muttered to herself, looking through her sink cabinet to see what she had. She found nothing except some bandages and cotton balls. “Oh… right. I don’t have any,” she said, blushing and rubbing her forehead. “Screw it, I’m fine like this.” She looked at the time. It was almost 11:30. If she waited, she could probably find out who her admirer was before they intended. But, something about that didn’t set right with the chunky woman.
So, instead, she just went down to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk while she waited for the delivery. She kept looking at the clock as she drummed her fingers on the wooden countertop. As soon as the clock hit half past eleven, she stood up and went to the door, opening it up. Inside was a large chunk of fudge, and another note, directing her to walk to the school. Tatsuki nodded and set the box down inside her home, and took the fudge to chew on while she traveled. The walk to school took about fifteen minutes, which was about three times as long as it took for her to eat the big slab of milky chocolate fudge that had been in her gift.
Soon, Tatsuki got to the school, and looked around for anyone. On a Saturday, any student walking around the campus would have stuck out like a sore thumb, so she expected to see someone quickly. But, the girl found nobody there to meet her. She grunted and put her hands on her hips, looking around.
“Where the heck are they? The note said to come here,” she said, checking the note and confirming that this was her destination. “If this is a joke I swear I’m busting someone’s head open,” she said with a grimace. Tatsuki walked over to the front entrance of the school, just in case the person was inside the school itself. When she got to the door, she found not a fellow student, or god forbid, a teacher, but instead another box placed carefully on the door handles. Tatsuki picked it up and walked away from the door, reading the note. This one was telling her to walk to the park, which was about ten minutes away from the school.
“Great, now they’ve got me on a scavenger hunt.” Tatsuki looked down at the cleavage and chubbiness combination that her front had become. “Guess it’s good they did this while I can still move.” She began to walk towards the park when she shook her head and grabbed the bar of orange-laced chocolate that was in the box, chomping down on a hearty bite of it. “What am I saying? The day I get immobile from this is the day Keigo stops being an idiot,” she said, walking towards the park.
The park wasn’t as empty as the school was, a few people were hanging out around in the lush grass, enjoying the sun. Several others were playing games in the open areas, or resting on benches. Tatsuki kind of wanted to take a breather and sit down for a bit, but she was more intent on figuring out who this mystery cook was. So she had to keep moving, either her admirer was here, or another box was. Tatsuki began to search, gaining some odd stares from onlookers. An obese girl in a skin-tight dress, walking around the park for some small object.
“Grr, come on, why would you make this difficult? Do you want me to meet you or not?!” Tatsuki blushed as she noticed a couple nearby muttering something about her while they sat at a bench. She turned to them and clenched a fist. “You want me to sit on you?” The two shook their heads. “Then mind your business,” she said grumpily, going back to her search. It thankfully didn’t take her much longer to find the next treat after that. This one was smaller than the chocolate bar, which had likewise been smaller than the slab of fudge she’d gotten earlier. This didn’t make any sense to her, shouldn’t they be getting bigger as she got to the final prize?
Either way, Tatsuki took a deep breath and walked down to the next part of her journey. According to the note that had been placed atop a selection of cream puffs, she now had to go towards the river which was connected to the park area. Tatsuki began to waddle her way towards the river, where there were quite a lot of people enjoying the weather, having picnics and skipping stones in the water. This was starting to get embarrassing for Tatsuki. It was bad enough that a bunch of strangers had seen her earlier, but now there were dozens of people who could easily see her. It was one thing when it was people she knew, who watched her plump up over weeks, but it was worse knowing people would look at her and just think ‘fat girl’.
Tatsuki steeled herself and walked down to the edge of the river, looking around for a box. She hoped nobody picked it up, it would mean she would be deprived of the next clue and the next treat. Maybe somebody had seen it, but the only way she’d find out would be to ask. Tatsuki would rather not do that, but after a few minutes of fruitless searching, she had to resort to asking for help.
“Hey,” she said offhandedly, trying to get the attention of a girl reading a book, sitting on a towel in the grass. The girl didn’t look up from her novel. “Excuse me.” The girl finally looked up, went back to her book, and went back to Tatsuki, eyes wider than before.
“Uh, yes?” she asked, adjusting her glasses.
“Did you happen to see somebody with a small box, looked like this?” Tatsuki asked, showing the previous offering as an example.
“Sorry, I haven’t been paying attention, if someone did I didn’t see them.” Tatsuki sighed.
“Thanks anyway.” Tatsuki rubbed the back of her head and walked along, causing her hair to swish up and down as she scratched her scalp. That had been a dead end, but it didn’t mean that her admirer went through this completely unseen. She approached someone else to try and discover if her gift-giver was seen. That person hadn’t seen anything, and neither did the next four people she asked. It was still a bit humiliating to be seen, not just in this overweight state, but also in such a thin outfit. She supposed it was better than her uniform, which was torn and ripped after yesterday’s snacks. At least this covered up everything, and people weren’t being as rude as she assumed they would be. She finally got advice from someone that they had seen a person holding a box that walked down the river, heading towards the end of it. With newfound determination, Tatsuki kept walking along the riverbank. As she moved, a few people waved hello to her, and she found herself waving back.
Finally she saw it, after a few more minutes of searching and moving towards the end of the river. The box was placed on a small circle of stones, away from the water. She smiled as she jogged up to it, breathing a bit heavier as she opened up the box and started to scarf down what was inside, needing the sugar from the cannoli inside. Then she checked the note to see where to go next, hoping it was close by. She got her wish, but she wasn’t entirely happy about it. Now she was supposed to go to the mall.
It wasn’t that far. In fact, Tatsuki could see the mall from where she stood. The problem was the people. On a Saturday, right around lunch time? It would be so crowded. Tatsuki hesitated for a moment, but thankfully was able to steady her nerves before her worry got too embedded in her. She finished off the cannoli in one more bite and made her way towards the mall, clenching her fists to help calm herself.
It was as she expected, there were lots of people around, and all of them would be able to see her like this. But, she had come this far, she had to see it through to the end. So Tatsuki opened up the door and put on a brave face. No, she had to do more than that, it wasn’t enough to just put on a face. If this person was serious about a relationship, she had to be sure that she was still the strong, confident woman she was before she fattened up like she was made of marshmallow. That wasn’t going to change for all the brownies or cream puffs in the world.
By this point, Tatsuki knew well enough that she shouldn’t expect the box to be within sight right away. In fact, she had a decent hunch at where it probably would be, somewhere in the center of the mall. So that’s where she walked, looking around just in case someone tried to approach her, or there was a box that she was supposed to see on the way. But she found nothing until she got into the center of the mall, the food court area. Instantly Tatsuki’s nostrils were seduced by the delightful aroma of all the different eateries nearby. She sniffed the air and embarrassingly started to salivate.
“Mm, smells like the stir-fry is going full blast today,” she mused, before shaking her head. “Not now, eat later,” she muttered, trying to find the treat. Tatsuki grinned as she found it easily, in the middle of the seating area. The only problem was she had to wade through a big crowd of people in order to get there. Lots of ‘excuse me’s and ‘pardon me’s were said as she walked through packed tables and filled seats. Her fat kept bumping into people despite her best efforts, whether it was her gut brushing up against someone’s head, or her backside squishing into the side of someone’s arm, she just couldn’t seem to stop touching people. It really helped accentuate how large she was, unable to move without being noticed, or in this case, touched.
Finally, the young woman made it to the center of the tables, where there was a small ‘RESERVED’ sign placed on the table. She doubted its legitimacy, but it seemed to be working as nobody else was seated at the table. She grabbed the box, noting that it was very small, the smallest one she’d gotten so far. It still fit in the palm of her hand. When she opened it, inside was a single chocolate-covered cherry that she quickly popped into her mouth, getting a burst of delicious cherry goop and rich chocolate. Once it was removed, she noticed the note had been placed on the bottom this time.
“Wha-” Tatsuki began to say as she quickly turned around, where her lips met another soft mouth, and her body was pressed into by her admirer. The kiss had taken her entirely by surprise. Her first instinct was to swing her fist at the offending kisser, but something stopped her. This kiss wasn’t what she expected one would be like. It was soft, and smooth, and a little bit wet. The person was holding onto her firmly, pushing their lips closer together and grabbing two full handfuls of flab. She had thought her first kiss would be more romantic and momentous, something they both agreed upon, in private, and gentle. This was definitely not what she expected. It was better.
What she really didn’t expect is who would be behind those lips when she opened her eyes, and her admirer pulled away, smiling up at the fat girl.
“You came…” she said, almost wistfully.
“In the flesh. Just like you!” the redheaded lesbian said, reaching out and grabbing hold of Tatsuki’s love handles. Tatsuki was too shocked to try and remove her. “Were the snacks enough? If you’re still hungry, we can go wherever you want for lunch! I would have given you bigger portions, but Orihime was really busy at the bakery today and-”
“Wait, wait, that was Orihime’s cooking?” Tatsuki said, snapping out of her daze.
“Oh, yeah! I’ve been brushing up on my own cooking skills, but when it comes to sweets, her stuff is just the best, don’t you agree?”
“Well, she’s certainly come a long way from that time she tries to make a red bean, peanut butter, and caramel pie,” Tatsuki said, brushing a finger against her lips. Chizuru smacked her own, licking them as well.
“I’ll say. That chocolate cherry seems like it was really tasty,” the cute redhead said, winking at the girl standing in front of her.
“It, it was. Can we sit and talk for a bit?” Tatsuki asked, going to pull out a seat for herself, when a rumble from her stomach made her blush. “Uh, and maybe get something to eat?”
“Of course, what do you want?”
“That, that chicken stir-fry smelled great.”
“Good choice, I’ll be right back!” Before Tatsuki could even offer to pay for it herself, Chizuru had gone off to the stall to order a helping of the food for the pudgy woman. This gave Tatsuki a few moments to collect her thoughts. This didn’t make any sense to her. She hadn’t completely ruled out a girl being attracted to her, but Chizuru had never shown any sign of it. In fact, Tatsuki was one of the few girls at school Chizuru had singled out, saying she wasn’t feminine enough. She had a dozen questions to ask the redhead when she came back. When she did come back, the questions would have to wait a moment, because the lunch looked delicious. Tatsuki thanked Chizuru and took a few bites, before getting ready to ask her questions. She was thrown off guard when she saw Chizuru leaning on her hands, staring at Chizuru with half-lidded eyes.
“Um, Chizuru, you okay?”
“Hehe, you’re really cute when you eat.”
“Y-Yeah, thanks.” Tatsuki pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “So… um….” She sighed, not sure how to phrase this eloquently. “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” Chizuru asked coyly.
“Why have you been giving me all these treats? Let’s start with that.”
“Well, I guess… it probably started when you did that last tournament at your dojo.”
“My tournament? But I didn’t see you there.”
“Well, I was, and I saw everything. You were incredible, Tatsuki! The way you knocked everyone down, the way your body moved in that uniform, the sweat dripping from your brow, your panting, red face as you claimed another victory. Ooh, it’s happening again,” Chizuru said, smiling warmly as she closed her eyes, and Tatsuki saw her hands vanish beneath the table. “It was unlike anything I’d felt before from seeing a woman.”
“I’m confused, you’re a boob-lover! You’ve always talked about Orihime’s breasts and you always grope her, you’ve never molested me.”
“Oh, I still am!” Chizuru said proudly. “But, there was just something different about you Tatsuki… I always wrote you off because you were a tomboy but-” Tatsuki saw Chizuru writhe in place in her chair for a moment. “I was wrong, I was so, so wrong.”
“O...kay, I think, yeah, I think I understand that,” Tatsuki said. “So why’d you have to leave? I would have said hi.” Chizuru looked up at Tatsuki and blushed a little.
“I, heh, I couldn’t hold back anymore… and I didn’t want you to see.”
“You, ahem, you seem okay with that now.”
“Sorry, sorry, I should wait,” Chizuru said, bringing her hands up to the table where Tatsuki could see them.
“Thank you. Now, what about the treats, you haven’t mentioned them yet!”
“Oh! Well, after your dojo closed, you just, you seemed upset, sad. And I totally get why, but frankly, if a girl is unhappy and I can fix it, it’s going to get fixed! I figured the best way to cheer you up was with some delicious chocolate, and Orihime had been trying to sell her own creations at the bakery, so I bought some to give to you. Then another, and more after that… and soon I was pretty much custom-ordering from her every day!”
“You… jeez Chizuru, how much money was that?”
“Um, well, that’s not important is it?” Chizuru said, scratching the side of her cheek nervously.
“I… guess not. But, why’d you keep it up for so long?”
“Because, well, I liked seeing you get fat,” the redhead admitted, looking down and starting to get pinker in the face.
“You, you do?” Tatsuki said. She had assumed that was the case, but to hear it said so bluntly was unexpected.
“That’s why I waited so long to tell you!” Chizuru said, as if anticipating what Tatsuki was going to ask next. “I was, oh wow this is definitely not as easy as I thought it would be, I was afraid once you found out you’d be mad.”
“Well, I’m, I’m not sure what to think honestly,” Tatsuki said, taking a few more bites of her lunch and leaning back in her chair. She had to scoot out some, otherwise her fat would just pour all over the place.
“So… you’re not mad?” Chizuru asked.
“...No. I don’t think so. You didn’t do this maliciously, I know you better than that, you’re one of the sweetest girls in school, Chizuru.”
“Heh, it doesn’t always seem like you think that,” Chizuru said, rubbing her cheek. “When I saw you punching guys out with one hit I realized I’d been getting off easy.” Now it was Tatsuki’s turn to look ashamed. For once she just poked at her food instead of actually eating it. “Either way, I’m gla-”
“What?” Chizuru asked, blinking in confusion.
“I’m sorry,” Tatsuki repeated, examining her right hand. “I still don’t approve of what you’ve always done to Orihime and other girls, but, I, I was probably really harsh, wasn’t I? I don’t know what I would have done if you molested me one day.”
“That’s, hehe, that’s probably why I managed to hold myself back. It’s been really hard, Tatsuki, especially as I got to see you get softer and softer. You just looked so squeezable. Orihime hugged you so many times and ooh, I was, heh, I was sooo jealous of her.” Tatsuki chuckled a bit, sending her body into a fit of jiggles which Chizuru greatly enjoyed.
“Wait, did Orihime know you were fattening me up?”
“No, she had no clue, I never said anything.”
“But, she even saw me with a box that she used at least three times.”
“Heh, we both know Orihime can be a bit ditzy. She’s adorable anyway,” Chizuru said. “But… you’ve beaten her out now,” the girl said, moving her hand over until it reached Tatsuki’s. Both girls blushed now, and with Tatsuki’s lunch finished, there wasn’t even any chewing to break the silence for a minute.
“So, where do we go, I mean, what now?” Tatsuki asked.
“Well,” Chizuru began. Her hand tightened its grip on Tatsuki’s. “I’d like, no, I’d love to be your girlfriend Tatsuki. Please, let me dote on you, let me feed you, and I’ll, I’ll even promise to stop fondling other girls, I’ll-.”
“I’ll… uh, okay.” The girl’s voice wavered, and her eyes were already starting to moisten.
“Chizuru, let me.. let me lay out how this looks to me. You… you lusted after me from afar and never said anything, you constantly spent your money on buying me treats, until I more than doubled my weight and this dress became the only thing that fits me.”
“And it looks beautiful on yo-” Tatsuki held out her hand to stop Chizuru, who sat back in her seat, waiting for Tatsuki to finish, heart thumping in her chest.
“Then, you leave a series of notes all around town for me to find, until we can meet, in public, where you confess your love, and take my first kiss? And then you say you want to stay with me, and make me even fatter? Do you know what I think about that Chizuru?”
“Y-Yeah,” the normally chipper girl said, standing up from her chair. “I’ll just, I’ll…” Chizuru started to walk away, when Tatsuki grabbed her by the arm. Chizuru winced, expecting to get hit. Instead, Tatsuki pulled Chizuru into her arms and hugged her with all her might, squeezing Chizuru tightly and smothering her in pleasant softness. “T-Tatsuki?”
“I think that’s the most romantic thing anybody’s ever done for me.”
“I do.” Tatsuki let Chizuru go so she could sit up, but the redhead seemed content to stay in Tatsuki’s body for now. “Now, I have no experience whatsoever with relationships, so I’ll be going in blind here. But I’m more than willing to take the plunge with you, Chizuru.”
“You are?!” Chizuru said, her wide smile returning as she nuzzled into Tatsuki’s boob with her cheek.
“I am. And, as long as the answer to this next question is yes, I’m fine with you continuing to fatten me up, as long as we both split the costs. You shouldn’t have to spend all your money on me.”
“Of course! Of course! What’s the question?” Chizuru asked, struggling to stop herself from giggling incessantly.
“You really think I’d do well in the sumo club?”
Chizuru had given Tatsuki an emphatic yes, leading the girl to apply for the sumo club the next school day. The team had been a bit hesitant at first. While female sumo wrestlers weren’t unheard of, they were certainly less common than their male counterparts. A brief demonstration, where Tatsuki was able to knock over a man who still had a good hundred pounds on her, got rid of any doubt in their minds. However, as both Chizuru and Tatsuki were happy to discover, Tatsuki still needed to gain some weight in order to qualify for proper tournaments. That was fine by both of them.
While Tatsuki and Chizuru both became happy with their new relationship, it took both girls a few days to make it well-known that their affection for each other was mutual. Students had thought it odd that the two had begun to walk home together, which they explained as Tatsuki needing a good model for her next art project. They studied together, and Chizuru had been coming over every night to watch movies and stuff her loving Tatsuki, but they kept the nature of their relationship gentle. For a while. As Tatsuki continued to plump up over a few more days, it was harder and harder for Chizuru to resist touching her girlfriend. And the more she broke and squeezed a love handle, or gave a quick smack to Tatsuki’s backside, the harder it was for Tatsuki to resist as well.
The feedings escalated as their intimacy grew. Thanks to her new sumo diet, a lot of her dinners were hearty, rich stews, meant to increase the muscle mass underneath the flab. But between dinners, it was a festival of cakes and pies, creamy sauces and rich noodles, full breakfasts, buffet lunches, tummy rubs, and naptime cuddles. Chizuru was a very affectionate lover, and her promise to dote on Tatsuki never faltered. Anytime Tatsuki felt she ate too much, the redhead was there to oil her body in a sensual massage. If someone goosed the fat woman’s backside, Chizuru was quick to lay down a smack before Tatsuki could. The longer Chizuru spent with Tatsuki, the more the black-haired girl felt at ease with her body, and their relationship. She was quite a miracle worker.
So it was that even as Tatsuki began to get wedged in doorways and tore through clothes, her life became easier, and undoubtedly better. She had the confidence to go out and get clothes that fit, and some that didn’t fit as well. Chizuru seemed to have a thing for watching Tatsuki’s belly break through shirts. It appealed to Tatsuki’s desire to stay strong as well, though causing a top to break thanks to a stuffing session, as opposed to ripping it apart with her bare hands, didn’t have quite the same impact. Either way, Tatsuki was smiling a lot more, her grades were still good, and she was kicking ass at the sumo club.
Tatsuki had always thought that the phrase about time going faster when you’re having fun to be true. It seemed only a few days had gone by since they began their relationship, when really it had been almost a month. Since then, they’d moved from kissing and hugging, to light squeezing, mostly on Chizuru’s part. Shirts had come off, and occasionally a skirt, but never more than that. Tatsuki knew Chizuru was being remarkably patient, but she was as well, because Chizuru had quite a nice bust underneath her shirt that Tatsuki wouldn’t mind feeling up. She just didn’t want to move too quickly. But, she figured a one-month anniversary was the perfect time to take it to the next step, and the timing lined up perfectly, as that day Chizuru had to stay behind to clean the classrooms, giving Tatsuki time to get to her house and prepare. She chuckled to herself as she came home and saw lots of Chizuru’s belongings everywhere. It seemed the redhead was rarely at her own place anymore. She put a bag down on the counter and took all the items out, wanting to be quick, knowing Chizuru would be cleaning hastily in order to get back to her chubby lover.
“Tatsukiiiiii~” Chizuru said with a smile as she came into the house, throwing her bookbag carelessly on the floor. “Where do you want to go for our one-month anniversary darling? I made a few reservations at different places just to be safe, but we can-Tatsuki?” she asked, upon realizing Tatsuki wasn’t there. She held a box of cookies in her hand and looked around, noticing a small trail of rose petals that led up the stairs. Blinking, she slowly followed them as they led to Tatsuki’s bedroom, still holding the box. “Tatsuki? Tatsuki are you in…...whoa.”
Inside Tatsuki’s room was a glamorous sight. The raven-haired sumo must have custom-ordered something from a lingerie store, and it must have been a few days ago, because even then it was still a tight fit. Her breasts were immaculate. The soft mounds, the boobs that had been just a tiny bit smaller than her own two months ago, had ballooned out into the size of pumpkins. Each milky white sphere was several times bigger than her head, perfectly round orbs that just begged to be squeezed, licked, and poked. They were barely contained in what amounted to a single strap of fabric, red and silken in nature. It squeezed in her boobs, squishing them in some. Her nipples were covered up, but she could still see the bulging teacup shapes underneath. Chizuru began to salivate.
The rest of her upper body was just as pillowy soft and wonderful. Several folds of fat made up her stomach, a giant mass of chubbiness that was even bigger than both breasts put together. Her love handles billowed down her sides, completely uncovered. Chizuru just knew that if she pushed in with her arms she could have her arm covered up almost halfway to her elbow. Even Tatsuki’s upper arms had gained padding, which helped add to her adorable appearance. Everything was perfectly smooth as well. Chizuru had helped take good care of Tatsuki’s body, and it showed.
Then there was the bottom. Tatsuki’s immense, tree-trunk thighs had been squeezed into some sexy leggings, filling up the tiny holes in the garments and stretching them out to the extreme. Each thigh was wider than her torso used to be, which helped support the massive shelf of a rump she now carried. The globular backside was constantly getting stuck in doors, including her own, but considering how often Chizuru took a good handful of it, it seemed like a good trade-off. Tatsuki seemed to be wearing a sexy red piece of underwear to match the one on top, but her belly pooched over so far, Chizuru could only see the tiniest portion of it still uncovered. Tatsuki stood there, blushing and beautiful, and Chizuru was struck dumb for so long that Tatsuki had to repeat what she said.
“I uh, hope you like it, I thought it would-” Tatsuki was suddenly silenced by a cookie being shoved into her face. She just laughed and started to swallow it while Chizuru placed the remainder of the box into the middle of Tatsuki’s cleavage. Chizuru had tapped into that seemingly supernatural ability of hers, that devilish speed that she gained when she was more turned on than one could imagine. Now the redhead was hugging her, squeezing into her gut so hard that the redhead’s arms were hidden from sight. Heart shapes replaced her eyes, so overcome with love and lust that she was blind to anything besides Tatsuki. Thankfully the obese woman was strong enough to support all of Chizuru’s weight and more, so the cute, thin girl stayed on top of Tatsuki as she fed her lover.
“Oh you’re just the best girlfriend in the world Tatsuki! You’re just beautiful and big, and oh I can’t believe I never thought you could be so romantic. How long have you been planning this? No no don’t tell me, I want it to be a secret, oh it’s wonderful, you look gorgeous babe. I mean you’ve always looked sexy but this is just, nngh, I can’t believe how lovely you look!” Chizuru continued to ramble on for a while as she fed Tatsuki her box of cookies. Crumbs covered her breasts now, but Tatsuki didn’t mind, she had a feeling Chizuru would be cleaning up soon enough. She wanted to reply to some of Chizuru’s comments, but she was getting fed too quickly to respond. Soon, the cookies ran out, and Chizuru looked horrified. “Oh no, why’d I only get one box today, I should have gotten far more in order to better celebrate!” she said, jumping off of Tatsuki’s body. “Let me run down to the store, I’ll be right back!” Tatsuki stopped her from leaving, grabbing Chizuru’s arm and bringing her to the bed.
“No, don’t worry, I came prepared,” Tatsuki said, pulling out a can of whipped cream. She shook it up a few times and sprayed a bit on Chizuru’s cheek, before leaning down to lick it off. Chizuru blushed, letting out a sigh of absolute bliss. “Know anywhere else that could use some cream?” she asked coyly. In seconds, Chizuru had stripped down to her underwear, laying back down and waiting with an ear-to-ear grin. Tatsuki smiled and drew a small heart on Chizuru’s trim, exposed belly. She leaned down, getting on the bed with Chizuru, and began to clean her off, using small kisses to suck up the delicious cream. She leaned back up and put on a fake pout. “Mm, that’s good, but, I think there are some better spots as well…”
“You, you mean?” Chizuru’s eyes widened, gulping in anticipation.
“Chizuru, would you take off your underwear, please?”
“Oh of course, my beloved Titsuki! Anything!” Tatsuki blushed. What had been a slip of the tongue a few weeks ago had become an embarrassing nickname Chizuru liked to call her during their makeouts. She blushed even harder when the girl undid her bra and slid her panties off, both of which she noticed were black. Chizuru was about to take off her glasses as well, but Tatsuki stopped her. Now Tatsuki saw her in her full beauty, Chizuru’s cute breasts capped with little cherry nipples. Which were quickly covered up by more cream. Chizuru gasped as Tatsuki’s moist tongue met her nipple, and then didn’t leave for quite a while. Tatsuki kept up this treatment for quite a while, layering the redhead’s body in whipped dairy and licking it off. Her hands weren’t idle during this time either. Just because she was the bigger target between the two didn’t mean it was just Chizuru that did the groping.
Soon, Chizuru was left panting on the sheets, red in the face and damp all over. Even the one place Tatsuki hadn’t licked was moist as well. She looked up at Tatsuki, wondering what heavenly pleasure the woman would give her next. Chizuru got her answer as Tatsuki slowly crawled over Chizuru, dragging her mammoth breasts and lurid gut over the redhead’s thin frame. She was very careful not to push down too hard, she didn’t want Chizuru to get hurt during this. Tatsuki put down just enough pressure to let Chizuru feel her with every inch of her body. The smaller girl didn’t even need to move her hands for them to get filled with something soft and sensitive.
“Oooh, Titsuki,” Chizuru moaned, as Tatsuki began to kiss her, holding her head and lovingly making out with her for a few moments. Combined with the warm embrace that was better than a dozen silk comforters, Chizuru couldn’t imagine how this could get any better. It seemed Tatsuki was deadset on defying her expectations though, as she reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a box, one that Chizuru recognized as being from Orihime’s bakery.
“I got Orihime to make these especially just for us,” Tatsuki said with a chuckle. “She said she was ‘more than happy to make a special treat for two lovebirds’. They look delicious.” She unwrapped the first one and placed it right in her cleavage, and then started to repeat the process with the rest of the half-dozen. Soon, Chizuru saw six delicious cupcakes, all of different flavors and colors, lining her girlfriend’s valley of cleavage.
“Mm, they really do. Are you going to taunt me by eating them right in front of me?” Chizuru asked, chuckling to herself.
“Nope, you are. I thought this would be the best way to give them to you.”
“I, buh… huh?” Chizuru said, confused. Tatsuki just leaned in closer, until Chizuru’s face was about a foot away from one of the cupcakes.
“I love you just the way you are Chizuru, but, you are pretty small compared to me. I don’t want to be worried about hurting you when we inevitably start sleeping in the same bed, as much as I’m sure you’d want to be smothered by my breasts, I wouldn’t want you to, you know, pass out because of it.”
“So, you want me to get fat too?”
“Just a bit… for now,” Tatsuki said, smirking. “I know how much you love breasts. I think it’s wearing off on me, because I have to say, the idea of your pretty black bra getting too tight for you…” she trailed off, pushing down into Chizuru’s pelvis more and leaving Chizuru to imagine what Tatsuki was fantasizing about. “I can understand if you don’t want to, but then we’ll probably have to stop feeding me so much.” Chizuru’s eyes went wide, and she pulled Tatsuki closer. Then with a wink, Chizuru licked her lips and leaned forward. Her tongue brushed against the decadent strawberry frosting on the first cupcake, and then, Chizuru began to feast.