WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: BBW Karane (100 Girlfriends)
WORDS: 4000
Despite having surpassed 600 pounds, Karane's own stubbornness to accept the reality of her flabby figure wreaks havoc on Rentarou and his other girlfriends.
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Over the course of multiple years of witnessing the shenanigans of Rentarou and his many girlfriends, the students had learned well to avoid roof of Ohananomitsu High School. It wasn’t out of fear for the growing collection of women. Most of them were friendly to anyone they passed. However, it was hard to deny that the group typically got into a variety of different shenanigans. This held true, even if it was a much smaller group than usual.
Prior engagements and schedule conflicts had left the roof with a small collection of Rentarou’s lovers. They were some of the first women who had joined with the group, who were busy doing their own after school activities. For Hakari, that meant taking a moment to fix up her chin-length, pink hair to ensure she was at her most irresistible. The lavender-haired Nano was completely focused on her notes all for the sake of acing yet another test. As for the short Shizuka, she let her locks of dark blue hair rustle in the wind as she let her mind get lost in the newest edition of her favorite book series.
As for Rentarou himself, he was currently preoccupied hauling up yet another armful of snacks to the collection in the center area. The young man clad in his usual, blue suit fought against his own exertion to keep up a smiling face for the girls he loved. His efforts were greatly appreciated by the young lady in the black hoodie known as Kurumi, whose small figure hid an incredible appetite.
Clenching her fingers together, Kurumi patiently waited for the snacks to be fully spread out for her. All day long, she had spent her time sending a long list of different food cravings to Rentarou’s phone. As expected, he had gone above and beyond to deliver on each request as specifically as possible. Her way of showing appreciation was to hold back her usual instincts to stuff her face until she was able to fully enjoy it with him. Upon seeing the last sandwich enter the feasting area, her eyes gleamed as she reached out to dig into the food.
Kurumi’s sandwich was snatched away by a set of plump fingers moments before her teeth could sink in. Blinking to try and figure out what was going on, her second attempt at grabbing food was foiled once more by the fatty digits. Seeing the blubbery arm responsible for the theft, she realized that she had to act fast. Especially since her eating rival had fully given into her own ravenous appetite to keep up with her current figure.
Sitting at over 600 pounds, the woman worked against the flab encasing her body to take what she could from the pile. Munching on whatever food managed to reach her face first, she paid little mind to how her short, black skirt barely hid the girth of her pair of meaty butt cheeks. A brown cardigan hung loosely over her broad shoulders; the best it could accomplish thanks to her wide expanse of back fat and thick arms. The white dress shirt underneath wasn’t much help in keeping her flabby belly obscured. At this point, the only part of her attire actually doing its job was the bra showing through the top that was able to obscure the proportionally small breasts attached to the hefty woman.
“Hey, that’s mine!” Kurumi shouted out. “You had your food earlier.”
“So?”
“So, when are you going to accept that you’ve become a complete fat ass?”
The insult brought a halt to the feast. Heaving herself up into a standing position, the obese woman waddled her way over to Kurumi. The former ferocity held by the hooded student vanished as she looked up past the twin tails of reddish, blonde hair that were held together by green bows. In spite of the rows of chins and pudgy cheeks, Karane still managed to create a terrifying glare that allowed her to say with full confidence, “I’m not fat!”
Even with her stomach growling in protest, Kurumi stayed in place from the lingering shivers going through her much smaller form. With her own body shaking from the constant jiggling of her fat, Karane picked up an armful of snacks and waddled off. Irritated at what she considered to be a complete lie, she thought of a sure-fire way to better her mood.
“Here,” Karane said, dropping her load of snacks nearby Rentarou. “I brought these over we could share them. But only if you want to,” she quickly added, turning away to avoid showing off the red blush on her pudgy cheeks.
“I would love to,” Rentarou replied, making her turn her thick neck towards him. “Come sit down. I’m sure you’re hungry.”
“Alright, but only because you asked,” the large young woman replied, practically crashing down onto the spread-out blanket.
Waiting just long enough for her fat to settle, Karane resumed her ravenous eating. She occasionally glanced over to confirm that Rentarou was still contently watching her. His content expression aided in her self-imposed ignorance of her figure as she continued to stuff her face. It was moments like this where her mind could only focus on her loving boyfriend and the delicious food he brought that created her surplus of fat. It was also why it didn’t take long for her to finish off the meal in record time.
“Wait,” Karane said as she searched through the empty wrappers. “What happened to the food? I’m still hungry.”
“It’s okay,” Rentarou assured as he gathered up the empty packages. “I’ll get rid of these and see if I can find something more filling for you.”
“I-I’ll come with you to help,” Kurumi spoke up, looking forward to a chance to get her own food and put some distance between herself and her eating rival.
“We’ll be back in just a little while,” Rentarou called out as he and Kurumi made a mad dash back towards the dining hall.
“It’s not the food that’s the problem,” spoke one of the few people willing to challenge Karane.
Furrowing her brow, Karane turned to the side to see the pink-haired Hakari standing nearby. Seeing the smug grin on her rival’s face helped her through the strain of picking herself back up. “What was that?”
“I’m saying that no amount of food will ever be able to fill this thing,” Hakari said as she pushed a finger into the exposed belly fat peeking out from beneath Karane’s top.
“Hey! Cut it out!” Karane shouted out as she recoiled from the pink-haired girl’s touch.
“I’m doing this for your own good,” Hakari said, finding her main strategy foiled as Karane blocked her belly fat with her arms. “It’s about time that you face reality and realize that you’ve got a weight problem.”
“I told you, I’m not fat,” Karane insisted, in spite of the bits of her gut’s flab peeking between her fingers. “I’m just… a little overstuffed from the meal that’s all.”
Seizing her chance, Hakari made her way around Karane’s body. Before the obese woman could turn herself around, she let out a small EEP as her skirt was hoisted up. The other girls watching on the sidelines, save for the still distracted Shizuka, took notice of the tight pair of panties that were tightly stretched across the wide rear. As the skirt came back down, the edge fluttered against her excess butt fat and wide hips.
“You can’t keep denying reality,” Hakari said, her attempts to repeat the display foiled by the wobbling of the large rear. “If you continued to ignore the problem, you’ll be left as an immobile blob.”
“Grrrr, you’re just jealous that I’m finally filling out my figure,” Karane insisted, clinging onto one of her many excuses.
With a tilt of her head, Hakari made her way back towards her rival’s front. Surveying up and down the blonde’s figure, she had to admit that the fat had added some heft to her curves. However, there was still one area that was severely lacking. It was a weak point she hoped would be just what she needed to fix Karane’s eating problem.
“If what you say is true,” Hakari began as she got within inches of Karane, “why is your chest still so small?”
The comment momentarily took away the rage that had been keeping Karane together. Eyes shaking as she looked down at her still lacking bosom, her mind momentarily grasped the truth. However, the smug grin on Hakari’s voice prevented any such revelation. Coming back angrier than before, Karane decided to resort to one of her usual coping methods. In this case, using the bulk of her belly fat to knock her rival onto the ground.
“If you want to keep insisting that I’m fat,” Karane said as she hovered over her fallen foe, “then I’ll give you a closer look to prove that you’re wrong.”
“Karane, wait! You don’t have to-“
Hakari’s words became a muffled mess as Karane brought her chunky rear slamming down on the pink-haired woman’s face. Feeling the entire force of the hundreds of pounds the obese woman denied the existence of, Hakari squirmed in wriggled as hard as she could. From up above, the struggles only served to increase the blonde’s efforts as she wobbled herself around.
While the intention was to punish Hakari for the rude remarks, the constant jiggling of the fat against the pink-haired woman’s face began to bring out something. Something that made her fingers momentarily reach out to grope at her tormentor’s love handles. Though the other women saw this as just another means of escaping the flabby prison, Hakari’s sole motivation was trying to grasp at this new sensation that had overridden her thoughts.
“Karane, if you sit on her like that for any longer, she is going to pass out,” Nano calmly stated.
“So what?” the obese woman said; wobbling her ass cheeks back and forth in ignorance of the euphoric moans they were muffling. “It’s what she deserves for lying to my face and calling me fat.”
On reaction, Nano opened her mouth to dispute the claim. However, she paused as her mind came to the logical conclusion of what would happen when she tried to force the truth. Rather than join Hakari in being squashed by the hundreds of pounds, she took the calmer approach of appealing to one of the few things that still reigned in Karane’s tsundere tendencies.
“Rentarou is going to return soon,” Nano pointed out to cease Hakari’s “torment.” “He’s already doing so much for us. It wouldn’t be wise to add resuscitating Hakari to that list. Who knows how long he would have to kiss her to get her conscious again?”
“W-what?” the flustered Karane asked, receiving only a nod in response. Spurred by the thought of her rival hogging the kiss for herself, she relented in heaving herself up. As she waddled off, Nano ran over to check on Hakari.
“Are you alright?” Nano asked as she confirmed that the pink-haired girl still had a pulse.
“Just… fine…” Hakari said between slow breaths. “I… need a moment. That was a lot of heavy… soft… luscious…blubbery-”
“Do you want to get crushed again?” Karane threatened as she glared towards the shuddering, pink-haired woman.
“Stop right there.”
The commanding presence turned most of the girls’ attention towards the new arrival. For a moment, they were blinded by the blinding sheen of platinum blonde along the woman’s locks. Further awestruck by her bright blue eyes, the group only had to take notice of her pristinely fashioned outfit to recognize her as Mimimi, another one of Rentarou’s girlfriends. The only one who seemed to ignore the woman obsessed with beauty was Shizuka thanks to an enticing battle scene she was currently reading through.
“What is going on here?” Mimimi asked, striking a pose that left her dainty fingers pressing against her chin.
“Everyone keeps insisting that I put on weight,” Karane said with a huff.
“And what seems to be he problem with that?” Mimimi replied, leaving the onlookers on edge to see what would happen.
“Say that again,” Karane threatened behind gritted teeth. “I dare you.”
“I think you misunderstand me,” the blonde said as she bravely stepped towards the blubber-laden tsundere. “I’m not here to infer that any extra padding around your body is a bad thing. If anything, I think it has gifted you with a unique sense of beauty rarely appreciated by the public.”
“W-what?” Karane asked, left awestruck by the one comment.
“You really shouldn’t automatically dismiss different body types,” Mimimi attempted to clarify. “It’s clear to anyone with even a semblance of beauty appreciation skills that your figure has been enhanced by your larger size.”
“H-hey, cut it out,” Karane stammer out as the beauty-obsessed woman got closer to her.
“Take this for example,” Mimimi began as she grabbed a handful of Karane’s belly fat. “This extra cushioning creates superb softness that most would yearn to rest their head against.”
“R-really?” Karane asked as her anger began to fade.
“And chubby arms,” Mimimi continued as she grasped Karane’s limbs, “are perfect for embracing each other in throes of passion.”
“Y-yeah, that would make sense,” Karane had to admit as she unclenched her fist.
“Not to mention,” Mimimi explained as she gently slid a hand across the obese woman’s backside, “this seems absolutely perfect for creating comfortable seating wherever you go. There’s also the added benefit of using it for the sake of showing your enemies your combat prowess,” she added upon seeing Nano using the opportunity to help Hakari to her feet.
A sensation of much needed relaxation went down Karane’s back flab. “And… what else would these… hypothetical benefits of being fat be?”
“Obviously there would be an enormous boost to one’s cup-size. Why, you would surely out match even the bustiest women in the-“
Mimimi paused as she actually got a proper look at Karane’s chest.
“Hmm, strange. They still appear to be as small as ever. But the other benefits surely make up for-“
“GYAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
Karane’s attempt to give Mimimi the same session of face crushing as Hakari was foiled by a last-minute dodge. While the beauty-obsessed woman was able to avoid being squashed, her attacker couldn’t control the momentum of her blubbery mass. Crashing down to the ground, her clothes’ limits were tested as the fat she continuously tried to deny attempt to escape their fabric prison. Waiting until she stopped jiggling, the others approached to see if she was alright. What they discovered was a lack of injuries and the presence of a very annoyed face.
“What the hell is your problem!?” Karane shouted out. “Is this how you get your kicks? Keep telling a girl she’s overweight when she’s clearly not?”
“Karane, we’re just trying to help,” Nano tried to explain.
“Well, you have a weird way of showing it!” Karane insisted. “Get it through your thick skulls that I’m not-“
Karane stopped mid-sentence as she felt a soft thud against her body. Turning her thick neck to the side, she spotted the diminutive Shizuka resting her head of blue hair against her flab. Completely absorbed in the book, the small woman didn’t realize what she was leaning against. She could only let out a soft, quiet sigh that transitioned into a barely audible, “Such a soft pillow.”
The utterance would have spelled doom for anyone else. However, the sight of the tiny lady so comfortably nuzzling up against the belly rolls did something to Karane. Unable to support her denial with her usual rage, she was forced to face reality. Face turning beet red as she came to the realization, she turned away from Shizuka to stare down at her blobby form with regret.
“How… did I let myself go like this?” Karane asked as she pressed her palms into her pudgy cheeks. “I know I was going a little overboard with snacks and meals, but I didn’t realize that it had gotten this bad.” Forcing herself to press her fingers past her chest and down her torso, she grabbed a handful of her belly fat and gave it a shake. “I look absolutely hideous.”
“How dare you say that,” Mimimi refuted as she struck a pose. “Didn’t you hear me before? You are merely blessed with an alternative form of beauty.”
“That’s easy for you to say!” Karane shouted back. “You’re not the one weighed down by over 600 pounds of lard. While you prance around everywhere, I have to waddle around like a freaking land whale.”
“Your speed has been slowed down,” Nano spoke up. “However, you still seem more than capable of throwing around your weight with great efficiency.”
“Like that’s any better,” Karane complained as she crossed her blubbery arms. “I used to get by just fine with my old physique. Now all I can do is crush people by tripping over them.”
“D-don’t sell yourself so short,” Hakari stammered out; her body still shaking from getting an up-close look at Karane’s girth. “You’re really underestimating the benefits of your body. All of its soft folds, imposing strength, irresistible flesh…”
Hakari’s desire-filled speech faltered once she realized the way that everyone was looking at her. Taking a moment to calm herself, she wiped the drool from her lips and approached Karane. “In any case, I think you look… good.”
“You’re all insane,” Karane said, her angry glare was made less effective by the tears that were beginning to form around her eyes. “I’ve completely let myself go. No one would want to be seen with a lard ass like me.”
“But your unique beauty points,” Mimimi spoke up.
“Don’t mean a damn thing,” Karane insisted, unable to hold back a sob. “Rentarou’s probably been putting up with me because he’s trying to be a good boyfriend. I’m sure any day now he’ll realize just how repulsive I’ve become and break up with me. Better yet, I should just leave before he has to force himself to do it. It’s the least I could do for all he’s done for me.”
Before Karane could break into tears, there was a loud rustling of packages rolling across the rooftop. Shifting her thick neck to the side, she spotted a mound of different snacks blocking off the staircase. Charging through the makeshift blockade, Rentarou ran at full speed towards the obese woman. Before she could fully realize what was happening, in the blink of an eye, the much smaller young man tightly embraced her mid-section.
“W-what are you doing?” Karane asked as her entire body shook.
“Don’t ever say that again,” Rentarou said, slowly dragging his face up against her belly. “Just because you put on weight, doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving you.”
“S-shut up,” Karane said, her tsundere mannerisms coming to the top to help her deal with the strange situation. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“It’s the truth,” Rentarou insisted. “If anything, your larger body makes it that much easier to show you how much I love you.”
Stretching his arms as wide as they would go, the young man attempted to squeeze as much of Karane’s body as possible. As he buried his face in her belly button, she had to relent in her attempts to dissuade him in favor of letting heavy breaths escape her lips. As he continued to hug and squeeze every inch possible of her flab, she had to relent in allowing him to fully show off his adoration for her body.
“I-idiot,” Karane muttered as she accepted the display of affection.
From nearby, Nano and Mimimi looked on with envy as Karane got to be the center of Rentarou’s attention. Hakari herself was more looking for any opportunity she could get to swap places with her boyfriend in order to get a chance to touch the fatty body again. Despite the commotion going on around her, Shizuka kept her gaze centered on her book even as her living cushion continued to shake. To her, it was nothing more than a gentle massage that helped to immerse her in the romance scene she was currently absorbed in.
“What the hell is going on with them,” Kurumi muttered to herself as she stood in the staircase. Using the moment to her advantage, she stuffed her face with a cake. Though her usual instincts commanded her to eat as fast as possible, her appetite was dulled by the sight in front of her. Too busy fighting against the mental image of herself becoming as big as Karane, she failed to hear the heavy footsteps coming up from behind her.
Kurumi nearly choked on her cake as something soft and heavy bumped against her back. Turning herself around, she was left stunned by the sight of a pair of watermelon-sized breasts contained by a lacy, pink dress. The garment came along with a skirt that was held up from the ground by its owner’s wide hips and rounded, elephantine backside. Forced to look upon the exposed, flabby belly sticking out from the middle of the woman’s dress, she came to the dire realization that the mass of blubber was somehow larger than Karane. Overcome by the fear of getting crushed, she sped off towards the rest of the group with an armful of snacks tightly held in her hands.
“Oh my,” Hahari said as she dragged her sausage-like fingers through her long, pink hair. “I guess my appearance was a little too shocking for her.”
Left pondering if maybe spending a full month gorging herself was a bad idea, Hahari mindlessly swayed her hips back and forth. Still not used to the girth of her beanbag chair-sized ass cheeks, she couldn’t stop herself from smacking them against a wall. The impact sent trembles through both her flabby form as well as the rest of the building. She finally came to realization that something was off as she felt her skirt sink between the imposing ass cheeks. Though she attempted to fix the clothing malfunction, she had to pause upon the risk of her pillow-like breasts nearly slipping free of her dress once more.
“Please, allow me, mistress,” Mei commented as she went about fixing up Hahari’s outfit.
As devoted as the maid was to her work, the task was all the more difficult thanks to her having a similarly obese figure. During Hahari’s makeover, she too had partaken in the overly fattening food for the sake of ensuring the cuisine was suitable. The heft had ended up giving her rounded, flabby belly that peeked out a few inches further than her mistress’s. While her breasts were still two cup sizes smaller, her frilled skirt was perpetually picked up by the set of enormous ass cheeks that gave her a definitive, bottom-heavy figure. Regardless, the woman with perpetually closed eyes remained focused on taking care of her master.
“There we are,” Mei said, as she dragged the hem of Hahari’s skirt as far down as it would go. “And please do not worry yourself about how Kurumi acted.” Tilting her head, she reached into the deep crevassed between her bosom to retrieve a crumb from the pair’s previous meal. “See it as a sigh of how far your body has been cultivated,” she added as she popped the morsel past her lips.
“I would certainly hope so,” Hahari replied as she took up Kurumi’s post. “Especially after you and I spent so much time and money stuffing ourselves.” Looking out towards the gathering area and watching Rentarou grope Karane’s girth, she couldn’t help letting out an excited, husky chuckle. “After all, this seems to be just the thing to get Rentarou’s undivided attention.”