Series: The 100 Girlfriends
Characters: Shizuka, Hakari, Karane, Nano, Kusuri, Hahari, Kurumi, Mei, Iku, Mimimi, Meme
Contains: Weight gain
Reward
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The discovery had shocked the entire group. Except for Rentarou, as it was his discovered possession, his girlfriend had huddled around.
Still, shocked the group was.
They hadn’t found something that changed their opinion of their boyfriend. Instead, the tall stack of plus-sized women made them wonder if they were enough.
“Is this why Rentarou darling hasn’t been swayed by my chest? Would he be satisfied if I had a belly to match?” Hakari wondered aloud as she pored over one of the magazines. There were some women who had chests just as large as hers, but those bountiful busts were supported by rounded or rolling bellies.
“It’s not like I’m curious how Rentarou would react if I were heavy!” Karane blurted out in her typical tsundere fashion. Something she was too flustered to mention was curiosity. Curiosity of whether her boobs would grow if she were overweight…
Shizuka managed to look at the photos for a second. She would then blush and look away. The color would slowly clear from her cheeks before she looked back and became flustered again. “Oh my, some of these women have stomachs larger than my entire body!” Her text-to-speech sounded from her phone. Still, she was curious about how she’d manage extra weight. Her short stature already made her incredibly dainty. Strong gusts of wind could even blow her away!
Nano looked over each page. She observed the curves and details before she turned to the next, remaining stoic the entire time. “It makes sense. Larger bodies can be a sign of abundance or nobility. Basal instincts can cause someone to be attracted to a larger partner.” Her cheeks gradually turned pink as she recalled something. Rentarou had once said she would love Nano even if she were chubby. ‘With an adjusted diet, I could efficiently gain weight and Rentarou’s affections.”
Kusuri looked over the magazines with visible interest. “Wooow! These girls are super huge! Ehehe, Kusuri could probably make a makes you super fat and flabby drug! Kusuri will get big enough to totally smother Rentarou!”
“Would you look at these cuties!” Hahari, Hakari’s mother, another of Rentarou’s girlfriends, the OLDEST of the group, somehow acted more like a hormone-filled youth than the age-appropriate girls. She drooled, she gaped, she gasped, and she grinned lecherously. “I already love super cutie wooties, but I never thought about plus-sized options! There’s so much more to snuggle and play with! Ehehe, I’ve gotta triple the cafeteria’s calorie limits! I won’t stop until every girl in the school is bursting out of their uniform-GKK!”
Hahari was cut off as Hakari caught her in a headlock, scolding her for acting so untoward.
Meanwhile, Mei, Hahari’s head maid, was making all the mental calculations to bring about Hahari’s dream. “If it would please Lady Hahari, I would stuff myself to her idea size. I would be happy if Rentarou enjoyed that, too.” Her expression remained composed, yet her cheeks had turned a soft pink.
Kurumi didn’t stare much at the women. What she focused on was the food features in some of the pictures. It might have been just for show or scale. It might even be fake food designed to look appealing on camera. It didn’t matter to Kurumi. Her stomach was more ravenous than the fattest woman in these magazines. “I already eat a ton, but stay skinny. The amount of food I’d need to eat to get this fat.” She gripped the magazines so tightly she almost tore it. “I could totally manage that. It might help if Rentarou feeds me.”
That was the first mention. The prospect of Rentarou feeding his girlfriends. That was sprinkled across all of their minds and made the idea of being fat all the more enticing.
Iku seemed especially excited at that. “Gaining this amount of weight so fast has to hurt! My stomach trying to fit all the food Rentarou feeds me, all my years of baseball training being buried under so much fat, and everyday being a challenge to move with my increasing weight! Sign me up! I wanna be huge!” She gradually seemed more excited, wiggling about like a giddy schoolgirl.
Accurate because she was exactly that.
Mimimi was the only one who remained completely stoic. She looked over the magazines like she would the latest fashion magazine. She hummed thoughtfully as she paid extra detail to the plus-sized clothing and how it hugged the woman’s curves. “Most of these women are fully clothed. I’m not one to pursue magazines suited to the…adolescent, but this is surprisingly tasteful.” She gradually started to smile. It was the usual haughty expression she had when praising her own beauty. “I believe I could grow beautifully! I can modify my beauty regimen to avoid stretch marks or other blemishes! I can continue my jogs and simply increase calorie counts. One doesn’t need to stuff themselves on ultra-processed foods that will only cause inflammation and ruin their complexion! I could become quite the beautiful plus-sized lady, naturally!~”
The last girl present, Meme, was unsure of this. “I like the idea of being fed and doted on by Rentarou…b-but I would draw so much attention!” Meme was cripplingly shy. It caused her to wear clothes that already compressed her chest and covered most of her body. “Eeek, no, no, I couldn’t stand that!”
With a comical puff of smoke, Meme appeared to vanish. In her place was a crocheted stuffed animal. The rest of the group was used to this, and they glanced to a nearby corner. Meme peeked from behind it. She would eventually regain composure and rejoin the group.
Meme raised a point, though. The group didn’t know for sure if this was a good idea. This could all be a mistake. What would happen if they all gained weight and Rentarou didn’t actually have an attraction to plus-sized women?
The natural conclusion was to draw lots.
“Huh?!” Karane exclaimed. “Why the heck are we picking who has to pork up by drawing straws?!” She managed to shout even louder despite being the first to pull a straw from a cup placed between them.
It mattered little because her straw was unmarked. No amount of tsundere force could hide that Karane seemed a little disheartened.
“Aw, it seems our poor Karane won’t discover the secret to developing a larger chest~” Hakari teased and leaned against Karane, flaunting her naturally bodacious chest.
Only to be caught in a gorilla-strength headlock by Karane.
“Gak! K-Karane, it was a joke! Not so tight!” Hakari tried to free herself with one hand while the other grabbed a straw. It was also unmarked, meaning she wouldn’t be gaining weight either. “Oh…so, I won’t discover if the weight would have gone to my chest…” She murmured, equally disheartened as Karane.
The rest of the girls began to draw from the cup. Those who drew the blank straws were gathered into four different moods.
Visibly upset was exclusive to Hahari and Karane.
“It’s not like I wanted to smother Rentarou in hugs or something.” Karane pouted.
“My chest is big enough as is…I don’t need to be fat to make them better.” Hakari murmured, idly fondling her chest as if no one were watching.
There were those upset, but to a lesser extent.
“Hmph, Kusuri wanted to see how her drugs worked on a higher body weight!” Kusuri crossed her arms before a thought occurred. “Kusuri can just use the winner as her guinea pig! Yep yep, that works!”
Kurumi tugged at her hoodie and idly kicked one foot out. “Dang, I was looking forward to the amount of food it’d take to get me chunky. Oh well, I snack a lot already. Not like I have to cut back or anything.” She quickly managed to shrug it off.
Hahari cupped her cheek in one hand. “I suppose I’ll settle for snuggling and kissing whichever of you girls do end up super chunky. I’d say that’s just as good.” She sighed and rubbed her stomach. “Oh well, I don’t mind buying all the food, though! Whoever wins, just let mommy play with your cute belly~”
Some seemed neutral to the matter.
“Whether it was Lady Hahari, myself, or any of you girls, I would still provide excellent maid service.” Mei offered a small bow. If the straws ordained another to be the fatty, then she was fine with that.
“And even if I don’t feel the crushing weight of my own body, I can still just have whoever wins crush me!” Iku grinned. She would win in a sense either way.
Mimimi tucked a lock of gorgeous, blonde hair behind her shoulder. “I will lend my services to the winner to ensure their body grows beautifully, naturally~” She already had the idea of what lotions to use for skin, as well as calorie-heavy foods that wouldn’t ruin someone’s complexion.
Nano was impossible to read, but she seemed to fall into this category, as well.
There was one girl who was excited to lose, one who finally removed herself from a hidden corner to draw a straw.
Meme sighed in relief as she clutched her blank straw. “Thank goodness, I don’t know how I would have handled the extra attention if I gained weight. I still think whoever wins will be adorable, though!”
The out-group of this was the winner. The one who drew the marked straw.
Shizuka.
Shizuka blinked with adorable, bright eyes. The end of her straw was marked with red. Of all the girls, she was the one to succeed. Her cheeks quickly turned bright pink, then deep red. She fumbled for her phone and quickly typed her message. “The winner is me?” She looked around as the other girls smiled for her. “Then I am ready. Supersize me, as they say!”
Hahari had her phone at the ready. “I’ll order all the food we need. Express delivery right here!”
Kusuri pulled a test tube from her lab coat pocket. “And Kusuri will spike it all with the Makes You Gain Weight Way Faster drug!”
“Why do you have that on hand?” Kurumi asked.
“Kusuri has all sorts of drugs on her at all times, yep yep!”
The entire rooftop started to buzz with activity. Some helped get the food in order, and those who congregated around Shizuka.
The attention had Shizuka flustered more than usual. Her fingers trembled over her phone’s keypad, but no words leapt to mind.
“Perhaps we should make a place for Shizuka to sit down?” Hakari suggested.
“Ooh, ooh! Sit on my back!” Iku had already gotten onto her hands and knees. “You don’t weigh anything now, but I imagine you’ll get super heavy! So, come on, get comfy!”
Iku was promptly ignored.
“We should use this!” Meme dragged out what appeared to be a giant crochet pillow. “I had extra yarn and wanted to see how large a plushie I could make. All I completed was the core body. So, it’s like a pillow!” She said all this while hidden behind it. She was the one to speak up, but she couldn’t handle all the eyes on her.
“Rest here, Shizuka.” Nano lifted Shizuka and placed her in the center of the cushion. For her small stature, it was like she rested on a jumbo-sized beanbag chair. It was so plush that she gently sank in. It was like she was a prized jewel placed upon a satin pillow. “Adorable…”
The rest of the setup was completed shortly. Tables had been set up with food loaded from end to end. Once it was prepared, Kusuri rushed by and sprinkled the questionable medicine over every morsel.
Everyone waited for a moment. The silliness of this all was apparent, but no one knew who would start.
Nano was the first to move. She moved a tray next to where Shizuka sat before kneeling before her. “Shizuka, I will feed you at a pace most efficient for you. Inform me if it is too much.” She grabbed a fluffy loaf of melon bread and he’d it in front of Shizuka’s mouth.
Shizuka started to nibble on the melon bread. Her tiny, adorable mouth, took gentle bites. She chewed thoroughly and swallowed daintily. Everyone practically melted watching this. The level of adorableness was equal to a bunny nibbling on hay.
Everyone’s attention suddenly shifted. As adorable as Shizuka’s wobbly cheeks were, there was a new softness to her stomach. She had only swallowed a few bites, but her belly was already curving outward. It was as large and round as a basketball by the time the loaf was finished.
Shizuka blushed and poked her stomach. The fat was incredibly soft, and her finger sank in with little effort. She looked at Nano only for the stoic girl to place a hand on her belly. Shizuka turned a brighter shade of pink, and her mouth fell agape.
“Kusuri’s drugs are more efficient than I expected. Let us continue.” Nano’s voice was steady, and her gaze was intense. However, the faintest blush painted her cheeks. She grabbed a plate of rice balls and offered one to Shizuka.
Shizuka had to nibble away once more. Shizuka needed to take nearly ten bites whereas most could finish a rice ball in two or three. Each tiny swallow brought surprising growth. Her sweater began to ride up, and the buttons of her blouse strained. More and more of her pale, soft skin was being exposed.
Hahari was busy snapping photos of the entire scene, while Mei dabbed at the drool pouring past her mistress’s lips. “Wooooah! I never knew I would be into this but I’m sooooo into it! Yes, Nano, keep rubbing Shizuka’s adorable little tummy!”
Hakari tried to ignore her mother’s chanting. “Nano, I believe we can leave the feeding to you. Allow me bring food closer.” She said and sat daintily beside Shizuka. She couldn’t resist patting the adorable girl on the head. ‘If Rentarou falls in love with her fluffy body, then I’ll be the next to bulk up!’ She also couldn’t resist grinning from ear to ear. The thought of her natural curves being expanded to ludicrously excessive degrees set her ablaze.
Karane also started moving food closer. “I’m also moving stuff closer, but it’s not like I planned on helping.” She was a natural tsundere and couldn’t be genuine to save her life. Deep down, she was melting at how cute Shizuka looked.
The rice balls soon vanished, and Shizuka’s body had generously increased in size. Her hips were wide enough that her skirt rose to show the waistband of her panties. Thankfully her belly rolled to the middle of her thighs, hiding most of her underwear. Her rump was thicker, but the plush cushion concealed that for now. The unseen cheeks had a combined width greater than Shizuka’s shoulders, and there was enough fat to overflow any perverted hands that would try to cop a feel. Her chest remained dainty, and her arms only thickened slightly. Any fat that might have gone to them instead filled her cheeks and formed a second chin.
Shizuka squirmed slightly, but she settled when Nano offered a sizable karaage. The deep fried chicken thigh was juicy and tender, and the breading had a satisfying crunch. Shizuka felt like a glutton for eating so much, but she wanted more. The food tasted so good, and Nano put in the effort to feed her. This inspired Shizuka to take a larger bite. It was tiny compared to the average person’s bite, but still…
Mimimi tossed her golden hair over one shoulder. “Even when Shizuka takes (proportionally) large bites, she does so with an adorable grace! Truly a beautiful gift to the world!”
Kurumi gripped her stomach and fidgeted. “Every bite she takes makes everything seem so tasty. I’m crazy jealous but I can’t help but want to see her keep going!”
The feeding continued. Nano’s hand was gentle and steady, and Shizuka’s desire to eat more was constant. The two were in perfect sync, which allowed Shizuka to grow rapidly despite her tiny bites.
Shizuka’s tummy swelled and remained round, stretching forward further and out to her sides. It was like a perfect dome, but the faintest touch revealed how soft it was. Nano occasionally caressed the stretched curves. Her fingertips sank in as if she were touching a giant marshmallow, and the fat sprang back like memory foam when her hand was removed.
Her hips rolled out until she was almost too large for her seat. The extra mass caused her skirt to ride up further until it was more of a snug, fabric belt. Most tried not to ogle Shizuka’s thighs (except Hahari), but they were part of her adorable roundness. The fat billowed out in a smooth curve that tucked beneath her new love handles and at her upper thighs.
Each of Shizuka’s thighs now seemed twice as wide as her body had been earlier. They were smooth and without rolls, even as they smoothly transitioned to her broad knees and thick lower legs. These chunky legs were practically wrapped around Nano’s waist. Shizuka’s diligent feeder paid no mind, simply muttering that she had to be close for efficiency.
And Nano got very close. She leaned over Shizuka’s belly, and there was still very little chest to get in the way. Her naturally large bust buried Shizuka’s recently developed bosom. The close contact made Shizuka nervous, which make her chew faster. Nano assumed this was Shizuka adjusting her pace and acted on it.
Plates were emptied faster, and Shizuka’s body became even rounder. Her hips crept over the edge of her seat, her belly squished against Nano, her pudgy arms nervously squeezed her sides, and her rounded face was as red as a tomato.
And then the food was done.
Nothing prepared had gone to waste. Shizuka’s tiny tummy had somehow made room for it, and Kusuri’s drug had ensured the calories were magnified tenfold.
Shizuka continued to blush uncontrollably. Cheeks as large as dinner plates were as red as tomatoes. Her chin melded almost seamlessly with her cheeks. The one exception was the crease beneath her true chin. The extra chin melded with the neck fat, making it look like Shizuka’s head was resting on a round, flesh-colored pillow. Her lips quivered nervously. She had been opening and closing her mouth, chewing for so long that it felt strange to stop.
Her shoulders were so heavy that they alone prevented her from lifting her arms. They had become broader and thicker. From beneath her neck to where they curved down to her arms was as long as her torso had been. From front to back, they were just under half that length. Her back housed mounds of fat, and she felt their weight pull backward. The only reason they weren’t unbearably heavy is that each fold and lump rested on an even larger mound of blubber, descending and thickening until the shelf of her butt began.
Shizuka couldn’t turn her head to see it, but her rump extended nearly eight feet behind her. The tops of the cheeks were nearly flat, subtly curved surfaces. From bottom to top, each cheek was waist height with Hahari at the tallest point. The lowest height, just before a sheer drop in the curve, rested level with Kusuri’s knees. It was like she had two jumbo-sized mattresses for butt cheeks. There was enough space that most of the girlfriends could lie there, albeit squished together.
Though perhaps there would be room even if they spread out. Shizuka’s hips had reached a grand size. Even with her short height, being five times as wide as she was tall was a feat in itself. Her hips had a similar curve to her butt cheeks, too. They were tallest and thickest closer to her core, but their slope was gradual and expansive.
Her sides were lined with fluffy rolls like giant pillows. The thickest were slabs of blubber, the smaller ones were rounded and taut like lumps of dough. These rolls were the perfect perch for her arms.
Shizuka’s arms were so thick and heavy that she couldn’t lift them. She could hardly shift them back and forth. Her upper arms were broad, extending out forward and back. It hardly seemed like bingo wings with how spread out they were. It was like three sandbags had been seamlessly conjoined. Her forearm emerged from them, but barely at that. They were still overburdened with fat, but they were petite compared to the rest of her.
Shizuka’s front had garnered large breasts, but their size had inhibited their perk. Each sloped off to the side, piling upon itself like a lopsided downy pillow. Her sweater stretched around them and only them, highlighting their shape. An upside was that they didn’t seem so heavy on her chest. They also didn’t get in the way of her view. Shizuka had secretly wondered how Hakari, Hahari, and Nano could stand having so much of their view consumed by their breasts.
However…Shizuka felt she related to them, only with her belly instead. Her belly stretched further than her butt did, and she could see all of it! The sides of her belly spilled over her lap and extended as far as her hips did. The tummy’s circumference stretched in a smooth, broad arc. Using her head as the start, the radius from her chin to the furthest belly curve was ten feet. It also seemed shin height at that curve, so slightly shorter than her rump’s apex. All of this flab was smooth, too. No defined rolls, only a slight wave as it got further away.
Shizuka couldn’t move her legs. Like her arms, her thighs had become gargantuan. That didn’t save them from being overtaken by her belly. Beneath the heavy blubber blanket were chunky legs squished together. Unbeknownst to Shizuka, her thighs were the cause of the wave in her belly. They supported and propped up the inner mass, while the further curves lacked it. That caused the wave and subtle drop.
This drastic change in size was a lot to take in. Shizuka was flustered beyond reason by it. Nano lying on top of her pushed that embarrassment further.
“Shizuka, are you ok? Your face has remained flushed for ten minutes now. Do you have a fever? Let me check.” Nano started to lean in, ready to put her forehead to Shizuka’s.
“Eeeeeeeeeee!” Shizuka could only squeak. She couldn’t use her phone with her sausage fingers. She wasn’t sure if she was holding it anyway.
“WOOOOOOOAH! Look at that big frickin’ cutieeeeeee! Let mama give you a hug!” Hahari exclaimed and threw herself onto Shizuka’s side. She fondled as much flab as her hands could fit, all while smooching each roll.
Mei dabbed each slobbered-on roll with a handkerchief as Hahari rolled around.
Karane crossed her arms and turned her nose up at Shizuka. It was as tsundere as tsundere could get. “I-it’s not like she’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!” She humphed despite inching closer, tucking her feet under Shizuka’s tummy. The weight, softness, and warmth nearly melted her.
Iku kneeled on Shizuka’s side. She tenderly squeezed the girl’s arm fat with unobscured interest. “These arms are sooooo heavy. I wonder what it would feel like to get squished under one~!”
“Cannonball!” Kusuri exclaimed before she leaped onto Shizuka’s right butt cheek. The fat was so supple that Kusuri was launched straight into the air. Thankfully, she crashed on the opposite cheek. She was bounced a few more times with diminishing results before she decided to lounge in the soft expanse.
Kurumi had watched from afar but slowly inched closer. “This is so hard. She’s my senior, so I can’t just dote on her…but she’s too cute to resist!” She groaned before lying on the side of Shizuka’s belly. ‘It’s like a giant mound of mochi…’ She thought, resisting the urge to nibble.
Meme had managed to get closer despite her crippling timidness. “I-I could probably use my misdirection technique and hide behind her. Maybe under her if she doesn’t mind.”
Mimimi threw her head back and laughed. “I knew it, I knew dear Shizuka would fill out beautifully. Now all we need is to ensure each inch of her gets regular lotioning. We have to keep her supple and smooth from head to toe!”
Hakari grinned lecherously. “Shizuka is super adorable like this, and she filled out pretty amazingly. Ehehe, if I got that big, then I bet I’d have breasts large enough to sandwich Rentarou, darling. Eheheheh I can roll him between them and then we’ll-”
The door to the stairwell opened. Rentarou stepped through, his uniform in tatters and his hair muddled. “Phew, sorry about the delay, girls. I was helping a teacher when a tornado somehow formed in the halls. I must have been knocked out, and I had this crazy dream of a lion, a witch, and a GIANT SHIZUKA!”
“What a coincidence!” Kusuri said, having climbed up Shizuka’s left shoulder.
Nano slightly rolled to the side, giving Shizuka a sightline of Rentarou. Shizuka opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She squeezed her eyes shut and nearly drowned in embarrassment.
That was until Rentarou closed the distance and landed atop Shizuka. He wrapped her soft face in a hug, kissing her forehead. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you’re adorable, Shizuka! I hope you didn’t think I wouldn’t like you like this. I’d love any of you if you were skinny, fat, or taken over by an alien!”
“Again, being taken over by an alien would mean a different identity,” Nano murmured.
“I call next! You hear me?! Dibs!” Hakari exclaimed.
Karane groaned. “Hold on a second. I haven’t forgotten how this started. We chose to fatten Shizuka because we found all your pervy magazines!”
“Oh, those aren’t mine!” Rentarou said, staring blankly. “A little birdy gave them to me. Just to hold onto them for a while.”
The group was silent.
“No, seriously. A little bird.” Rentarou repeated. “With a hat and everything.”