Miyuki's perspective - Ayano's weight gain diary

Ayano! You whale. This is all your fault. If you hadn’t starting fattening yourself up I wouldn’t be in this mess. To think I used to worry about you. When you were getting chubby, I used to think something was wrong. Troubles at home. Stress eating. But really it wasn’t anything that bad. You were just being your true self. And it turns out your true self was a greedy fat hog. I realise now, when I knew you before, when you were skinny and petite, that wasn’t really you. That was just an act. A mask. The real Ayano was utterly obese. You were always destined to be big fat glutton. Always gorging. Always growing. I had no idea back then, but you were living your dream and living your truth. Not many people have the confidence to do that. It’s kind of wholesome in a strange kind of Ayano way.
How big are you now? 352kg? I think that’s what you said. (Not that I’m keeping track or anything haha.) That’s well over EIGHT TIMES your starting weight. You’re totally unstoppable. I don’t even recognise you sometimes. It’s like every time I see you there’s a new roll or bulge. You can barely even get around anymore and yet you keep gorging. Well, I don’t worry about you now. In fact I’m rooting for you. We’re gonna get you to 400kgs. I’ll bring some takeout over later. 8000 calories at least. Hopefully you’ll hit total immobility before the end of the year. I know you’re happiest when you’re growing and growing no matter what.
You know, I never could understand how you could be fat and happy. I used to watch you when you were eating and you were so content. I used to think about that (a lot.) As you got fatter you only seemed more and more confident. It made no sense. I found gaining weight so embarrassing. Wouldn’t people judge me. Think I was a slob. But you made it seem liberating. Empowering. Fun even. That’s when I started to slip. I used to lie awake at night obsessing over your confidence (and maybe also your figure) and after a while I must have accepted on some level that it’s ok to be fat. And it was all downhill from there.
You were the worst kind of enabler because you didn’t even do it on purpose. But I still blame you for the jiggly blimp I’ve become. I could rationalise anything because of you. Why not have another mochii? Ayano’s having one. Up 4 kilos? Oh well. Ayano’s up 6. Belly starting to hang? Ayano’s is almost at her knees. Slowly the kilos just crept on. I panicked at 120kilos. None of my clothes fit. People were making comments. I felt like a true fat girl and tried to diet. Well it was about as successful as any of your diets. I would eat my second salad of the day and just start to feel strange. Did I really want to lose weight? I missed all the fast food and buffets we went to. And I started to think about my body. My face did look kind of cute with a double chin. That little roll under my boobs sure was fun to play with. And it did feel kind of good when I ripped that shirt. So as I lay awake at 2am stroking my soft belly everything suddenly clicked. It all made sense. You made sense. I’d been in denial. Gaining weight, it’s the ultimate freedom. So wrong but so right. Fattening up actually felt…good.
So the last 80kilos weren’t entirely an accident. I might have been helping them along a bit. An extra burger here. A lazy day there. A sneaky midnight stuffing session. It adds up. That’s how I became the 250kg butterball you see before you. 256 kg to be exact. Yeah, I really let myself go. If you saw the lean thing I used to be you’d never even recognise me. I’m 4 times the girl I once was. My face is so round. Look at my cheeks. So chubby. It surprises me sometimes when I look in the mirror. I’m like ‘who’s this blimp?’ But it’s just me. My boobs are always spilling out of my bras. I used to have such a small chest. Now I have these 2 huge swaying melons. I love it. My arms are huge. They’re so big they spill over my elbows. My gut hangs in a huge blubbery apron. It’s so fun to play with it. The roll under my boobs is so cute don’t you think? And look at how my thighs drape over my knees. It’s adorable. All of me jiggles now. Even my fingers are chubby. I’m always sweating and I eat so much. Being fat is hard work. But so worth it. There’s just so much of me to love. Do I miss being skinny? Sometimes. I miss being able to sit on one chair at a time and see my toes. But compared to what I’ve gained? Freedom, comfy rolls and an insatiable appetite. I’d take obesity any day. So yes I blame you for making me fat but I also owe a debt of gratitude. Thank you for converting me. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Being fat is amazing. You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything.
And this isn’t the end. I actually feel kind of small sometimes. No. I think I could handle another 100 kilos at least, don’t you? Maybe I’ll be catching up with you soon enough.