Series: Umamusume
Characters: Tazuna, Mihono Bourbon, Trainer
Contains: Female weight gain
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“I still think we bought too much.” You murmured and glanced at the whicker basket overflowing with pastries.
Mihono Bourbon shook her head. “Negative. The ongoing rumor is that giving Tazuna treats results in high placements in races. Therefore, giving Tazuna more treats increases the effect.”
You faced forward. Arguing with Bourbon was like convincing rain not to fall. ‘I’ve got no idea how this rumor started. Maybe one of the umamusume had too many snacks and…no, that’s already impossible. They probably shared some snacks with Tazuna out of kindness, then they won a race. After that, it’s off to the races. Heh.’ You chuckled to yourself.
“Anyways, I haven’t seen Tazuna around lately. She must be super busy.” You said as you approached Tazuna’s office door. “Let’s give her the snacks, thank her for her hard work and ge-OH MY GOSH!” You had opened the door expecting to see the ever diligent Tazuna.
Only you saw much, MUCH more of her than expected.
Tazuna lifted her face from not from paperwork, but from a basket overflowing with snacks and goodies. Her head moved so quickly that newly developed extra chins and thick cheeks wobbled. Those cheeks quickly turned bright pink, and Tazuna quickly wiped away crumbs and bits of chocolate.
“O-oh! Good afternoon, Trainer, Bourbon. It’s…nice to see you!” Tazuna stood from her desk, a professional courtesy, which brought more of her bulk into view.
The last time you saw Tazuna was perhaps a month and a half ago. Back then she was slender, yet surprisingly athletic. You had seen her match pace with umamusume, and she always commanded respect from them.
The Tazuna currently before you looked like someone who seldom left their couch and never exercised a day in their life.
Her belly hung past her knees and wasn’t fully covered by her jacket. The upper halve of her belly took the form of a tightly bunched up roll right beneath her breasts. This roll managed to stretch more than twice the distance her chest did and sat upon a roll that reached even further than that. This second roll was flabbier, developing into a pair of belly wings that stretched around to Tazuna’s sides. This was where her jacket began to fail. Above the buttons stretched and revealed pockets of soft fat beneath, but there wasn’t enough of the green fabric to cover the lowest portion of her stomach. So, everything below her waist hung fully exposed. The smooth skin flowed in a curving slab of blubber, which was slightly more narrow than her thighs.
Because of that, you could see that each thigh was more broad than your shoulders. Her skirt wrapped round her hips, but her leggings were dotted with holes through which more fat emerged. Fat rolled and bunched above her knees, almost encasing the joints in fat. Her calves and shins below were similarly thick and sagging down to cankles wider than your thighs.
Tazuna’s breasts were heavy enough that their natural perkiness had waned. They relied entirely on her upper belly for support. This almost created an illusion that they were yet another roll to her stomach. Thankfully (perhaps) their curves were distinct and anyone bold enough to stare would notice they were truly her breasts.
Tazuna’s arms were bulky, round, and puffy. Her shoulders sloped into thick upper arms that were more cylindrical than anything. They weren’t lopsided or necessarily flabby. Simply thick through and through, visibly soft, and packed tightly into her jacket sleeves. Her forearms were noticeably more slender, ending with thick wrists. Her hands looked slightly puffier, and some crumbs stuck to her fingers.
Her face was round and fully. Her cheeks, chin, and neck all seemed to meld together in a smooth curve. This almost made you think this was some sort of imposter, but a closer look revealed it truly was Tazuna.
“Uh…” You murmured, unable to think of what to say.
Bourbon stepped forward like nothing was out of the ordinary. She held her basket of offerings out in front of her. “I am here to act upon ongoing rumors. Please accept this offering in exchange for good fortune in my next race.”
Tazuna seemed flustered. Despite that, she slowly accepted the basket. “Thank you for the gift, Bourbon. However, this is just a rumor that blew out of proportion. I don’t have a lucky effect to me.”
“I refute this. Special Week placed first in a race despite a late start. Before that race, she gave you the extra curry bun she received from a vending machine. Afterward, Mejiro McQueen gave you the sweets she couldn’t eat because of her diet. She went on to place first in her next three races. This started a lasting trend of success, and numerous Umamusume have seen success and good fortune after giving you snacks. Hence it can be seen on your figu-“
“Ahah! Please, let’s not say anything rude to Miss Tazuna!” You laughed nervously and gently covered Bourbon’s mouth. “We’re sorry for the intrusion, have a nice day!” You began to guide Bourbon out of the room.
Tazuna laughed just as nervously back. “It’s no trouble. Thank you again.” She smiled and waved before her office door closed. She slumped back into her chair and sighed. “If this urban legend goes on much longer my waistline will seem mythological…”
Tazuna glanced at the basket Bourbon delivered. “I’d feel bad letting this go to waste, though.” She slowly reached for her new pile of snacks and began eating.
THE END