Haru wasn’t stupid. Absolutely not, at least in the traditional sense of the word. Haru had put herself through university, opened her dream business, and navigated a complex web of situations associated with her inheritance. Doing this all off the back of her own merits, nobody would honestly say Haru was stupid. No, that’s not the right word to describe her. Let’s say… Passionate. Blissfully, indubitably, overenthusiastically passionate. Whenever she put her mind to something, she’d do it with this bubbly sense of certainty. Haru followed her heart, and in this case, it had a pretty big consequence.
Haru stood in front of her mirror, toying with her softening figure. She’d run her fingers delicately along the curves of her stomach, feeling the subtle contours it made. Even like this, her finger hardly touching the skin, she could feel the tender softness of her belly, like running your hand along a velvet pillow… before grabbing it. The pale flesh protruded from her grasp, fingers now full of lower belly fat as Haru gave her belly a gentle squeeze.
It wasn’t that much weight, in all honesty. With Haru leading the Okumura foods Cafe venture, she was bound to gain a little weight with all the baking she’d be doing. She was especially insistent on coming up with the offerings herself, as this had become her passionate focus for a while. However, this came with a bit of extra padding on our diligent heiress.
She’d pinch her arms a bit, squeeze her sides a bit, wobble a developing lovehandle slightly… and then she turned to the side. She did a small hop for the mirror, and saw her backside have about as much bounce as her puffy hair did. Oh my goodness, that made her so embarrassed! She ran to her bed, grabbing her pillow and putting it to her face- blushing intensely and letting out something like a squeak. Haru had just now realized she was… no longer skinny!
Eventually, Haru had collected her nerves and recovered from her little moment. She got up, glanced at the mirror again shortly, and let out a long sigh. She was a chubby woman, without ever intending it. It concerned her, she was worried she’d be looked at differently, that people may say things about her- oh it was so unpleasant to think about all of that!
With a slight frown, Haru had continued her routine before it was interrupted by that troublesome mirror. She had gotten dressed for the day in her favorite outfit, wearing her puffy pink cardigan with a plaid skirt and floral leggings. Not letting her new weight situation ruin her day, she left her place with a pop in her step and a smile on her face. However, deep in her mind, she was still a bit worried about this. Too worried.
It… really wasn’t that much weight. Especially in her outfit, the weight gain was invisible under the cardigan. If Haru was a bit less… Passionate… she’d probably have realized this, too.
It was a great day. Haru had met up with her friends, the former Phantom Thieves of Hearts, and they had all enjoyed each other's company very well. They had made hot pot together, like they had many times before. Haru, being overly anxious about the small pooch sitting in her lap, chose to eat very sparringly, but it was such an unnoticeable detail. After a while, things wound down, and it was time for Haru to get going along with the others. Catching a glimpse at Ren’s own mirror and tricking herself into seeing something, she gave a small smile and said her goodbyes.
Haru left mildly, still upbeat and pleased about the evening, but a bit passively nervous about whether or not her friends had noticed her weight gain. Ann had caught up to her as Haru approached the train station, enthusiastically re-greeting Haru and wearing a look of bursting gossip. Haru, curious and excited, asked Ann what the look was for. It didn’t take much convincing for Ann to share:
“When you left, Ren said you looked so cute and fluffy! Hehe!”
Haru had stood there for a moment, mind racing over the implications of his words. Fluffy? Fluffy how, like her weight? Surely he noticed, surely he saw her not eating, surely her anxious examinations of herself weren’t so subtle. She looked HUGE now, and he thought she looked SO cute… and fluffy?!
Haru’s temperature rapidly increased. What was going on? Did Ren like her weight gain? Did Ren like Haru being fluffy? Was this weight a good thing?
Should she get fluffier?
Haru couldn’t even stammer out a coherent response. The poor girl was so flushed with emotion and elatement, she must have looked like a fool. Ann couldn’t have known how deeply Haru was fooling herself right now, truly, but she could see her friend's response was a positive one to Ren’s comment. This was seemingly enough for Ann, and she laughed along with Haru until they eventually had to go their separate ways for the second time that night.
When Haru arrived home… her whole perspective had changed from this morning. She cast away her cardigan, pulled up her shirt, and put her hands on her tummy once again. What felt so immense this morning was now feeling… small? Was she actually fluffy?
She went over to her mirror, stripped to her undergarments, and examined her body in the same manner she had done just this morning. She was soft, squishy, pudgy… maybe a bit fluffy…? She puffed out her stomach, finding it still soft and tender with fat underneath her navel. She rocked back and forth, finding angles that accentuated her stomach, highlighting her minor weight gain in ways that made it look more considerable. Her hands cradled her tummy, and then rubbed up and down, before grasping at the flab she’d earned. Haru’s face was entirely red, the poor girl’s heart racing a mile a minute… She WAS fluffy. So cute, and fluffy. So cute and fluffy. Oh my gosh.
Once again diving onto her bed, she rolled around with a new sense of overwhelming emotion. She bit down on her pillow and pressed her tummy against it, jiggling it slightly. She forcefully expressed her double chin and pinched it with her fingers. She yelped and moaned slightly as she jiggled her sensitive, chubby thighs. She started to feel very cute and fluffy as tingles and sensations ran through her whole body.
To be truthful, Ren had not noticed Haru’s weight gain. He had not noticed Haru’s slight signs of discomfort, or anxiousness about her figure. Nobody had, they were totally lost under Haru’s delightful and jovial demeanor. If Haru wasn’t so…. passionate… she’d probably had realized Ren used the word fluffy to describe any other part of her. Her hair, her cardigan, her cadence, her soft heart. She was fluffy in so many senses of the word. However, the conclusion she reached flipped a switch in her brain. What was occupying her mind at the time perfectly fit the gap, and she didn’t choose to question or investigate the leaps in logic it might entail.
No, instead what she noticed is how absolutely hungry she was, both due to not having dinner earlier, and an intense desire to fill her belly fuller. Make it softer, cuter, fluffier. She took careful, shaky steps towards her kitchen. She always put on pajamas at night, she’d never go to her kitchen in just her underwear. Not tonight. No, this was more important to her now. With a nervous, breathy desperation, she opened her refrigerator. Haru was very familiar with calorie counting, having to figure out calorie totals for all of her baked items at the Cafe not long ago. That same skill was now rushing through her head in an onslaught of numbers as her eyes scanned the fridge.
She grabbed the milk, moved it out of the way, and grabbed the buttercream. Then she fished out a stick of butter from the pack of 4. Then another. Then another. Then the last. Then she grabbed the milk again, for safe measure. And then the sweetened chocolate chips.
Clutching her items in her arms, she closed the refrigerator with her butt, feeling the cold door with her already provoked senses made her squeak a little. She blushed, then laid out her spread on the countertop in front of her.
She looked at everything she grabbed. Was she really about to do this? Her lips quivered, and then her stomach growled. She opened the lid to the buttercream, sprinkled a handful of chocolate chips into it, grabbed a stick of butter, and rolled it around in it. She brought it to her parted lips, panting for a moment. She had over 1,000 calories right in her hands. She had over 5,000 calories sitting on the countertop right in front of her. She could be so cute and fluffy. She was going to do this. Her nipples hardened. She took a bite.
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“Hmm hmmm!”It was a quiet afternoon in the Cafe. Warm rays of sunlight cast through draped windows, painting the petite shop in the peaceful golden glow of sunset. Haru hummed to herself, swaying gently from side to side. Standing behind the bar, she was waiting for the clock to tick over, and to be able to go home.“Hmmm hmm, hmmm!”The chubby heiress had been snacking all day, being the one putting out the baked goods every morning let her easily prepare too much and pluck the nicest, fluffiest pastries from the lot. Haru also had the bad habit of nabbing a treat or two from the case during quieter hours. She was still the Beauty Thief, after all! Cookies, cakes, pies, and other such confections inevitably wound up around pursed, panting, greedy lips.
“Hmmm- Urp! Ah, s’cuse me~”
Haru chuckled to herself, her refined manners apologizing to nobody but herself for her dainty little burp. She drew her attention to the case of baked goods- smiling. Today, she was especially sneaky… and had helped herself to many treats. One by one, they left the case, and entered Haru’s growing tummy. Now, moments to closing, the case was completely empty. Haru’s face flushed, thinking about what she’s doing to herself. She contented to sway and hum some more, as a sort of way of groveling any other physical urges.
“Hmmm hmm~! Oh! Closing time, hehe!”With a small hop, Haru eagerly waddles out of the Cafe, her bloated belly exiting before the rest of her. She turned around to look at the door behind her, pulling out the keys and looking down at her belly. She was already so full… but she still knew she could have more. In fact, she’s made a little stuffing routine for herself. She knows full well that her tummy isn’t even close to done for today. She pressed her rounded belly against the door as she locked it up, suppressing a moan and wincing slightly from the electricity her sensitive tummy sent through her body.
Ever since the night she committed to getting fluffier, Haru hadn’t relented. It became something of an obsession, one she was becoming very passionate and intimate with. Every single day became a challenge to eat a little more, indulge a little deeper, to keep growing. Running the Cafe certainly helped, with all the treats she baked, it was all too easy to fill up on the tender fattening calories she so deeply craved… but Haru was committed to get more. Eventually, Haru folded something into her day-to-day that had an even more dramatic effect on her waistline. First though, she’d have to get there.
Haru tugged slightly at the hem of her cardigan as she waddled her chubby legs down the busy streets of Shibuya. Every step was a bounce, a jiggle, a squish… and another inch her cardigan rode up. She had to tug down constantly to even be remotely decent. Her fat, bloated potbelly constantly demanded to be released from her undersized garments. While Haru had once been almost invisibly chubby, there was no denying that she was full on fat now. Still, she had kept her favorite outfit, no matter how undersized it had now gotten. It was embarrassing to be put on such a display in public, but Haru’s whole life was underscored by a font of guilty pleasure nowadays.
“Hehehe… Surely they notice what’s been happening to me… Hehehe~”The server behind the desk certainly did notice. As Haru stepped into the Big Bang Burger, there was no way NOT to notice the absurd weight gain that now presented itself on the short plump girl. Her weight gain had been so quick, only over the course of a couple months, that none of the excess weight had been able to pack on as anything but purely supple fat. Softness unmissably oozed from every little bit of her engorged form. Haru’s rapid growth, alongside her demeanor when ordering insane amounts of food, gave all the workers at Big Bang Burger the exact right idea about this burgeoning fatty.
“H-hello again~ Um, I’d like a… I’d like 4 triple cheeseburger meals! Um, and can you substitute the drinks on each of those with c-chocolate shakes? Hehe! Oh, and could I try the new chicken sandwich, too? E-extra mayo, please!”
“Of… course, Ms. Okumura. Uhh… would you like it for here, or to go?”“To go, so that I can properly enjoy it! Hehehe!”Haru wasn’t stupid. Absolutely not, at least in the traditional sense of the word. But! She wasn’t subtle at all. Her face was tomato red as she ordered. She huffed and shivered slightly while ordering… and always with that last line: “Properly enjoy it”... Perhaps Haru was a bit more comfortable in the family establishment than was appropriate.Either way, before long, Haru jovially skipped out of the restaurant with her order, giving yet another round of kindling that fueled the gossip in the kitchen. In Haru’s mind, any embarrassing behavior was all but a necessity to cope with such an exciting time in her life.
Back home, Haru immediately head towards the bedroom with her food. This was her favorite time of night, getting to be all cozy and truly indulge in her growing hedonistic tendencies. She wouldn’t be relaxing, however. This was the most active time of her day, and her heart was already racing in anticipation.
As she lounged back, she decided not to wait on her cardigan to roll itself up. She quickly grabbed the hem and pulled it all the way up, her fat belly spilling outwards and landing with a slight bounce on her crotch. Her breath hitched with a slight jolt, before she grabbed her tummy and eagerly jiggled it around.
Haru’s stomach truly was a potbelly, hanging from her torso in a massive crockpot-sized ball of fat. It was completely devoid of any muscle definition, being nothing but a fat bloated ball of lard. Haru’s hands quickly found their way to her thighs, rapidly giving them appreciative smacks before grasping and jiggling them too. Her thighs were like two Christmas hams stuffed into her flowery tights. Taking notes from her belly, they were both becoming very swollen with fat.
Already panting, Haru removed one of her hands from her body and reached into the bag of fast food. She ripped open the wrapper with her teeth, exposing the large burger for the greedy girl. Her other hand traveled up, choking herself briefly, flicking her double chin even more briefly, then squeezing her cheeks together.“If you want to be a good girl from me, you’ll eat whatever I put in front of you.”“Y-yes sir…”Haru often whispered fantasies to herself while she ate. With her cheeks still being squished, she shakily brought the burger to her lips. She kissed the burger, licking it gently once, before taking a large bite. Her excitement flared, and her hand came crashing down from her cheeks to her belly. With a loud smack, Haru grasped her belly again and vigorously shaked it around.Her mouth still entirely full, she took another bite, then another, completely filling every last bit of her mouth with cheeseburger. In her mind, her imagination ran wild with fantasies. Being forced to eat, being handled so roughly, being so cute and fluffy… Every one of her poor neurons was firing with desperate depravities.
She greedily licked her fingers as she finished the first burger, burping loudly. Thoughtlessly, but still with great intention- she grabbed another burger. Scarfing it down almost immediately, she failed to notice the small mess she was making. What she did notice however, was that she was getting very full. In a cacophony of hedonism, her body was still able to reach out with the signal that she has had way too much food today.
However, this couldn’t temper Haru at this moment. If anything, it only amplified the eager indulgence of our fluffy girl. “Eat it, pig~” She whispered to herself, as she choked herself a little more intently now. With lips against the burger, she responded breathlessly “Yes, sir”
Haru continued to gorge into the night, finishing off all the sandwiches she ordered, as well as over a hundred fries… by the end of it, she was really beginning to slow down. Her poor heart was still racing, and she couldn’t even contain her pleasure anymore. Each bite was scored with a moan, a squeak, or some whispered fantasy that eeked out of her mind. Her hands were desperate to quell every sensation her body felt, squeeze every little tingle she desired. She smacked, jiggled, poked, pinched, pushed, and utterly fondled every last part of her fattening body.She was getting really fluffy.
Now, for the finale, she had 4 chocolate milkshakes to get through. This was something new. In her goal to fatten up, she was constantly making optimizations and pushing herself to new territories. Typically, she had just gotten soda along with her meals, something she had grown quite fond of. She even found the highest calorie offering, and she loved how it made her burp so uncontrollably… However, if she can get through these milkshakes, that would be a huge increase to her daily calorie intake.
She had already pushed herself more than usual tonight, and she was truly full. Her belly had bloated out to the size of a beach ball, being so tightly packed with food from all throughout the day. Her hands rubbed up and down her massive tummy, eliciting some gentle burps and perpetuating the fire she presently felt even further. At this point, drinking the milkshakes ordinarily would be impossible. Fortunately, Haru came prepared. You see, at this point, Haru can hardly even form a straight thought. There would be nothing ordinary about her approach.
Virtually smacking the lids off of the milkshakes, Haru tilted her head back and opened her mouth. One hand had 3 fingers into her deep belly button, the other hand grabbed a milkshake and shotgunned it. The sensation from her exploring fingers pressing deep into her sensitive tummy was enough to ignore any pleas her overfilled stomach may be making towards the milkshake. Milkshakes, because she had already finished the first and moved to the second. Then third. Then fourth.By the end of it, Haru had made a small mess of herself, and had managed to eat more calories than she’s ever had in her life. It was at this point that it became actually too much for the poor girl to handle, and with a final thrust of her fingers she hit a finale herself. Shaking desperately with eyes flickering, rolling towards the back of her head, Haru had an absolutely fabulous night.
Calming down a bit, Haru was feeling quite sleepy. After having cleaned herself up a bit, she turned out the lights and went to sleep. Lying in her bed, she cradled her immensely overstuffed belly, still gently exploring her squishy side rolls and patting her growing rump. She knew what she was doing, and she knew she’d do it all again tomorrow. Maybe strawberry milkshakes tomorrow? Her brain was still a little fried, but she was alright heading to sleep in this sort of dizziful bliss. With a final squeeze of her butt, she giggled a word to herself, and then fell into a delightfully full night's rest.“Hehehe… F-fluffy…”——
Haru had gotten very used to the growth that comes with weight gain. Her whole body had filled out in an ever expanding spill of soft, pale flab. The poor girl even had to retire her favorite cardigan when the overtested garment started splitting open from her sheer girth! The growth was one of her favorite things about all of this, she loved getting softer, fluffier, and feeling heavier.
However, today… Well, it was an extremely inconvenient example of the familiar sensation.
Jumping up and down, Haru huffed and puffed. Her hands were squarely placed on the waistband of her tights, meeting halfway up her massively inflated ass cheeks. No matter how much she pulled, jumped, wiggled, she couldn’t get the tights up any more than they already were. She was completely stuck.
Haru furrowed her brow, hopelessly determined to get the tights on. Normally, outgrowing an old garment of clothes would be accompanied by a wave of masochistic and hedonistic pleasure… However, this was quickly becoming frustrating! This was the only thing that could hope to cover her bottom now, and she couldn’t just simply elect to wear nothing but undergarments like she did during the weekends. No, she is expecting company today! Soon!
And not just any company, it’s HIM!Giving herself a small break, she released her grip from her tights and relaxed her shoulders. Catching her breath, she felt a tender warmth as she thought about the events of the past week. Along with her ever expanding routine of self indulgence, she had recently exchanged feelings with Ren over text. Today was the first time in months they’d be seeing each other, he was coming over!
The texts didn’t mention anything about Haru’s recent habit. Haru initiated the texts, with a hope of showing Ren how cute and fluffy she had gotten for him! However, they got to talking about more normal things, reminiscing about old times, and sharing some good genuine laughs. On one hand, Haru was disappointed that Ren didn’t seem clued into Haru’s current hyperfixation. Surely he knew what he was saying that day, calling her cute and fluffy, right?
On the other hand, Ren made Haru’s beat for more than just this singular, obsessive reason. From the moment she met him, she’d feel nothing but butterflies inside. Quiet, cool, reserved, with the protective toughness of a leader, he was just about everything she’d ever dreamed of.
In a moment of lucidity, Haru wondered this morning if her enthusiastic gaining has been an overcorrection, trying to give that same sort of feeling to Ren about herself. Ren had just asked to be her boyfriend, and now he was coming over… all with no mention of her being cute or fluffy…
Haru anxiously wondered if her fantasy perhaps got carried away. She looked at the mirror, at her ill-fitting tights, and sighed. Blushing, she grabbed her belly and shook it pensively. She couldn’t deny that she loved it, but the reality of the initial situation has suddenly hit her. The sobering reality that maybe she had taken things to an extreme. That maybe Ren hadn’t wanted this at all…
She dropped her belly, and watched as it smacked against her body. It still sent shivers down her spine, that much was true… but was this all really necessary? Her belly hung with a soft droop, resting on her immense and chunky thighs. Her breasts had swollen several cup sizes and wobbled with the same jiggly rhythm the rest of her body did. Her love handles and hips flared outward, giving her an incredibly robust pear shape that is twice as wide as she used to be.
Looking over her shoulder back at her massive ass, she saw the two massive boulders that were currently giving her so much trouble. For as wide and seat-flowing her butt had become, it was a small miracle her tights had been decently acceptable up until now. However, in this moment, it was something that may keep her from seeing Ren. Haru frowned, softly prodding and grasping at the overhang made by her upper asscheek.
“Did I get too f-fluffy…?”
With one final, determined tug, Haru pulled on the tights uselessly. After a short struggle, her backside claimed victory over this long fought battle. Haru whined a little, a swirl of mixed emotions and vulnerabilities taking up her whole mind. Her gaze wandered around her room, wondering if there were any alternatives.
Haru wasn’t stupid. Absolutely not, at least in the traditional sense of the word. But in her desperation to find something decent, she did consider wrapping her sheet around her waist and calling it a skirt. She was about to try this too, until suddenly-
Knock-knock-knock!Her heart skipped a beat. He was here! She moved as quickly as her body allowed to her phone, seeing a couple missed texts talking about arriving slightly early. She deftly responded that she will come get the door in just a moment.Just a moment? Just a moment for what?!
Quickly discarding the very stupid bedsheet idea, Haru jumped on her bed and began the struggle against her tights once again. With her legs in the air, her belly all the way sucked in- gravity seemed to assist her just enough to inch the tights up her cheeks!With an elated gasp, Haru popped up! She had done it! Her tights weren’t exactly fitting perfectly, but they would work! Excitedly, she grabbed her cardigan, pulled it on tight, and hopped to the door.Right before opening the door, the previous feelings of anxiety and embarrassment hit her with one final unpleasant shiver. Truthfully though, Haru just really wanted to see Ren. No matter what happened next, Haru needed to see him right now. With a trembling hand, she grabbed the door handle, and after a moment she opened the door.
Ren stood in the doorframe, tall, and handsome. It took only a moment for him to notice the door had opened, looking up from the ground and meeting Haru’s eyes. Her heart raced, she had forgotten just how short she was compared to him. With her focus recently being on how big she was getting… she forgot how small he made her feel.“Haru! It’s so great to see you! How are you?”“Hello Re-”Haru was interrupted by her newfound boyfriend stepping into her home and giving her a hug. Like a deer in the headlights, Haru was completely paralyzed. Her heart started racing, as her lips quivered. Ren squeezed her tightly, pulling her in close.
Haru’s face met Ren’s chest, and the warmth that overtook the poor girl was more of a rush than anything fisting a burger into her mouth could give her. Ahh! Why was she thinking about that right now? Hug him back!Haru hugged back tighter than was maybe appropriate, holding onto Ren almost like a koala. Ren responded however with an even deeper embrace of Haru. She could feel her plush body get compressed under his arms. Her body being held, cherished. Was she… right?
After a moment, the new couple eased out of their hug, and they lingered in each other's presence for a second. Haru could feel Ren’s eyes trace her up and down, each movement felt parallel in the hairs on her back. Her anxiety was at an all time high, every millisecond felt like an eternity. He was looking at her. All of her. This was it. Without even meaning to speak, she quietly asked:
“How… Do I look?”
Surprised with herself, she stood there more embarrassed and exposed than she’s ever felt in her life. For all of her jaunt and indulgence when she was alone, she never really put much thought into a situation like this. She didn’t know what to do if he said something bad, if every signal she felt was a miscalculation. If her obsessive, passionate mind was led astray by a convenient excuse to let go of herself. If he didn’t say…“You look so cute, Haru”
Letting out air she didn’t know she was holding in, she gasped. Did he just say-The exhale was too much for her cardigan, one that was already prone to bursting open down the middle. Having packed her tummy in while she was sucking in, she had failed to fully anticipate what would happen next. Her belly spilled right out, forcing the flaps of the cardigan out and up. Her whole belly was on display, the huge multitiered bean bag of lard was laid bare for Ren.
In a panicked shock, Haru jumped and recoiled slightly. This motion was seemingly enough for her tights to follow suit, splitting in the back with a large tear as the cool air of her home hit the hot meat that she had tightly packed into her leggings. Haru squeaked and adjusted herself subconsciously, only working to further open up the tear in her backside as seams popped off of her with a sharp snap.Now fully on display, Haru couldn’t have been more embarrassed. She cradled her stomach and pushed her double chin to her neck, looking down, then up. Her mouth hung open, stammering as she nervously looked at Ren. He was looking. His expression was just about as embarrassed as Haru’s. But it was also… not… bad? He didn’t look disgusted, or off put. Could this really mean-
Haru looked at his lips, searching for the answer she knew was right the whole time.
“...and fluffy.”
9 YEAR ARTIVERSARYYYY! You know I had to make a Haru thing for this... so here is my Haru Sequence + Story :D
Had a ton of fun making this, so enjoy!
All characters always 18+