Honestly, didn't know where to take this story. I had the intro in mind, so maybe comment below and this might get continued.
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Series: Dress Up Darling
Characters: Marin Kitagawa
Contains: Weight gain, sweat
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A cocoon of blankets surrounded by pillows and stuffed animals began to stir. The bulk beneath it began to wriggle and shake from side to side, and the bed frame beneath croaked loudly. The figure moved as if it were stuck in the nest of its own making, but a hand eventually emerged.
Soft fingers with finely manicured nails tapped and probed the plush landscape before finding a cellphone. Like an eel with its prey, it quickly vanished back under the covers.
“Ssss!” Marin hissed in the digital light of her phone. She looked at the time and saw it was nearly noon. That mattered not, though! For it was Saturday, a glorious Saturday!. There was no issue with sleeping in, a wonderful boon considering she had been up most of the night watching anime.
Her stomach was not as appreciative and growled audibly. Sleep wouldn’t be as enjoyable with hunger cloying at her subconscious. So, she threw her blankets off and sat up in bed. This quickly revealed the plushness of her form. While the blanket cocoon was thick, her body accounted for half its volume.
Marin yawned and stretched her arms above her head. Both limbs trembled and jiggled like jello, and the sleeves of a formerly oversized t-shirt dug gently into them. Marin’s hands gradually thickened from her wrist to her elbow. They were chunky at most, but hardly twice as thick as they were a year ago. Her upper arms were remarkably thicker. Each had developed a pillowy mass of fat. Not as sagging as bingo wings, but easily thicker than the average thigh. These accumulations of adipose wobbled and swayed whenever Marin moved them, revealing their texture was incredibly supple.
Marin lowered her arms and set about scratching herself and adjusting her pajamas. She failed to pull her shirt down further than a few inches, so her hands fully devoted themselves to itching her belly. Her fingertips sank into the softness of her stomach, tracing temporary lines in her fat. More than half of her stomach was exposed, but a lot of that was the plushness wrapping around from her sides. In entirety, Marin’s stomach was much larger than the formerly slender, (mostly) flat surface. It was neatly rolled beneath her chest, smoothing out as it flowed to her upper thigh. Her love handles stretched out from her sides, nearly eclipsing her hips before they sloped down with the front of her belly. It was a smooth dollop of fat, supple and doughy.
Another benefit was that it helped prop up Marin’s chest. Perhaps they didn’t seem as impressive compared to the fullness of her belly, but Marin’s breasts were nearly as large as her head (including the extra roundness of her cheeks and extra chin). They retained an enviable perk, though. Even when she was without her bra, her breasts had ample support from her belly and her tight shirt. Though all in all, the size wasn’t too different from when she was skinnier.
Marin’s width was greatest at her hips. Their curves stretched a few inches more than her belly, eventually tucking into broad thighs. Each of her legs was twice as wide as her former waistline. They were as squishy as they were thick, stuffed with especially plush adipose.
Normally, Marin’s thighs were so thick they remained squished together. However, this morning there was something similarly plush between them.
Marin looked down, past the curve of her belly, and saw the flattened visage of her beloved Shizuku-tan. It was her favorite body pillow, and she slept with it every night. More often than not, she rolled atop it. That left it almost permanently flattened.
“Ehehe, I’m on top of Shizuku-tan, how naughty.” Marin giggled and squeezed the pillow between her thighs. She wriggled around in bed, bouncing and causing the springs to groan in anguish.
It might have been hard to notice, but Marin was indeed wearing shorts. They were incredibly small for her, short even in terms of short-shorts, and seemed one stretch from obliteration. Still, they were comfy to Marin. While they covered little to none of her thighs, the shorts managed to cover her rump well enough. Marin’s rear matched her hips and thighs well. The cheeks were broad, thick, and rounded. They wobbled when she walked, made every seat comfortable, and currently threatened to knock the stuffing out of Shizuku-tan.
Grrrwlll!
Marin paused and looked down. “Almost forgot.” She patted her belly once more. Faint wobbles carried through it before more chaotic ripples began as she shimmied out of bed.
Marin had put on weight. More than enough to demand an entire wardrobe upgrade. All of her old cosplays had to be remade from the ground up. Even her dining room chairs needed to be used with caution. None had collapsed beneath Marin yet, but she knew the day was coming.
“It’s the price I pay for my appetite.” Marin smacked her gut as she exited her living room. She passed a mirror on the way and had to stop. She saw her side profile, turned to show her front, and finished the twirl with a beaming smile. “But I make it work! I’m totally the cutest, and my cosplays are adorable and chunky, too!”
She finished obsessing and then entered the kitchen. The fridge revealed a world of delights ripe for the taking. “That leftover fried rice is calling to me! Ooh, but maybe I can heat up some of this chicken, and this rice ball is a good snack for now~” She hummed as she foraged. The rice ball vanished in two bites, and was followed by some nibbles of cold chicken and a swig of orange juice.
Marin often knew exactly what she wanted from the fridge or pantry. There just happened to be other goodies that caught her eye. “It’ll all go to the same place eventually.” She murmured and wiggled about during her search.
This movement caused her thighs to wobble. She had widened her stance to bend forward, but her upper thighs still squished together. Meanwhile, her belly smacked against the broad pillars while cool air cascaded over the curves.
“That should hold me over until lu-“ Marin looked at the microwave clock.
12:03
“Whatever meal fits between lunch and dinner. Technically, this is my first meal of the day, so it’s breakfast!” Marin grinned as she nudged the fridge closed with one hip. “So, I get two more meals to look forward to. Not to mention snacks! I’ll fill my stomach and then my soul with lots of anime and manga!”
Marin twirled in her kitchenette. Her hips came inches from knocking over chairs or colliding with the counters, but she couldn’t contain her joy. Any day she could indulge her desire for food and anime was a day to celebrate.
Even if that mindset had turned her into an obese shut-in.