Hifumi Part 3

No it was more than just the belts, it was a whole set. It lay over her thong. The front of it was invisible, covered by her flabby overhang much like her panties were becoming. It really emphasized how truly fat she was getting. It clung to her hips like a second skin and the way her thighs bulged out from underneath it made them look like the wobbly paint cans they were. Even the garterbelts themselves pressed firmly against the front of her legs, indenting them. She cocked her hip to the side in a flirty manner and stopped when she heard a slight tearing. Hifumi had to stop herself from tearing it all the way. As tight as it was, she was sure Akira would like her plan A more. She giggled. "Oops, guess I'm a bit too FAT for that." Before her boyfriend could respond, she plopped herself down right onto his lap, this time face to face. She leaned forward to press her breasts on to his chest but stopped when she realized her fat tummy met his abs first. Hifumi blushed a bit and looked to the side but Akira cupped her chin in his hand. She could feel him stiffen inside of the fat fold between her belly and crotch. His hands hungrily sunk into her gooey sides and he squeezed as hard as he could. "Can you tell how much I want you? How crazy you make me."

She squirmed a little in her seat while trying to hold back a moan. Her eyes quickly returned to the sultry half lidded look they had before instead of the meek self conscious one of moments ago. She pushed Akira on to his back and arched herself up. Right now she didn't care about anyone outside of this room. She was fat, she was lazy and probably had no hope of ever slimming down but when she was with Akira, she couldn't care less. Right now, Hifumi felt gorgeous. "How could I not notice?" She leaned forward so that her belly oozed on to his muscled form while he lay back, she wasn't fat enough to give him a belly blanket yet but she hoped this would do for now. He reached for the straps when she stopped him.

They'd never tried dry humping before, but Hifumi didn't think she wanted to honestly. She far preferred the sensation of having the leader of the Phantom Thieves inside of her. "Just taking it off seems a little mundane don't you think?" Already the straps were creaking and groaning from her kneeling position atop Joker. She leaned forward a little more and a little more until...

*Snap*

"Ohohoho looks like my body was too much for the poor thing." For the first time in their entire dating experience she saw Joker gripping the fabric of the couch beneath him. Looks like he needed a bit of a cool down. She yanked him up and kissed him deeply. He was still rock hard but less so since he didn't have to look at her body. To think she'd become so erotic to him that a deep tongue filled kiss was the best method to cool him down. She gave off another purr absolutely dripping with arousal. It was hard to tease when you yourself desired nothing more than for your lover to squeeze every inch of your body and plunge himself into you. She started to hastily take off each of Akira's buttons. "M-my panties." Her garter set was almost completely in tatters with it only hanging on to her expansive hips by a few almost torn threads. Her belts hung broken uselessly on to her pillowy thighs. Akira had to fumble around a bit since her panties were hidden by her belly hang in the front and her love handles to the side but he eventually managed to slide them off her body. They were sopping wet already which he made sure to tease her about.

Hifumi responded by removing her bra and placing her hands atop her breasts. Akira gulped and quickly made his way back to his supine position before being held up by Hifumi once again. "*Hah* Akira I want to feel you pressed against my softness. You can lie down when I'm -oooh- larger." Her legs wrapped around his back in this seated position and she squashed her belly even further into his torso.

He barely had time to slip on a condom before she was on him. The fabric around her lower waist made her belly pushing against him even better. It forced her singular mass of pot belly into pseudo rolls that rubbed up against him. Her thighs were spread wide but he was still surrounded by softness as he drove in to her. Akira had his hands full in the area between her side rolls and butt. He used to just grab her ass to steady her, but now her body had provided this much better position. Luckily they were up against the arm of the couch so his arms could probe every new roll of back fat. He brought his hands down to the parts of her butt that overflowed from his lap and began to squeeze them like he usually did. He could slap the hanging lard from underneath now and did so making her let out a gasp. "We'll have to get you a corset for your legs," Akira joked. Hifumi grabbed his head and pressed one of her breasts into it. "Do something useful with that mouth of yours hmm?" Her boyfriend locking and suckling on her breasts while he could barely hold her on his lap without falling off the side of the couch made her feel that much more plush, that much more fertile. Her breathing became that much more hitched and she realized how much her lungs were aching.

Akira noticed too. Even though he was doing most of the work, she was beginning to pant hard and not solely from arousal. She put a hand on his chest and puffed out a request. "A-akira *phew* I need *hah* *hah* a little break." He was secretly thankful for it since he was at the point where he needed to think about Shadow Madarame just so he didn't finish. His situation was not helped when Hifumi began to munch on the remainder of her buffet. "I -mmph- mweed my emurgy," she explained through a mouthful of chocolate croissant. She was tearing through the desserts like a woman starved. A small collection of frosting and crumbs was pooling into her cleavage. Akira began to sweat. No, this did not help.

He supposed it made sense. This really was the most exercise she received all week. Akira had no idea how she expected to get her breath back when she was shoving in so much without pause. She was certainly making up for lost time eating if nothing else. But food could only fill the hole for so long, she was still huffing and puffing like she had just ran a marathon but she was starting to grind her thighs together. Thinking quickly, Akira laid her down flat in a supine position of her own. He even grabbed a pillow from his bed and propped her up on it. "Just lay back and let me do all the work." Hifumi laughed happily, she even laughed as he entered inside again and kept laughing while she ate. This was truly heaven, in this position his toned torso still rubbed up against her flabby paunch. He truly had thought of everything. She swallowed the last mouthful and began to speak.

"Akira, tell me I don't have to do anything ever again!"

"You'll never need to lift another finger while I'm around."

The speed continued to increase while her joyous giggling morphed into passionate moaning. She noticed the pile of frosting and crumb that lay in between her breasts and scooped it up with a finger. Even while she was in the throes of passion, a small part of her still wanted to eat. Akira was almost pushed over the edge right there. He had to finish this now. He leaned forward to whisper right in Hifumi's ear making sure how much he wanted to release came through in his voice. "Joker is yours to do with as you please."

Later, Hifumi returned to her normal position of curling up on his chest. "I'll need to find a better position so you can eat while I pleasure you." Hifumi looked up at him with bright eyes. "I'd really like that." The haughty arrogance had been replaced with a gentle warmth and then a bright excitement "So...tell me how you saved Japan! What was Shido's palace like? Did he transform? How did you triumph in the end? What was his treasure..."

She ended her long string of excited questions by sheepishly asking Akira if he could maybe possibly show her the costume at some point. He immediately agreed before his brain caught up with his mouth. He hoped maybe Yusuke could whip something up for him in the future. Hifumi had to ask him for assistance in getting the corset back on, she had eaten far too much and her arms were far too flabby to properly cram herself back in on her own. "This is getting harder and harder to close, even for me," he said it jokingly but the boy turned serious when he saw how bothered she was by it.

"I know. I can't believe I let it get this bad. How many girls outgrow corsets?" She let out a belch when her tummy was properly sealed and whimpered. "Akira...I don't want to stop."

"Then don't."

Hifumi shook her head and almost shouted. Not so much at Akira but at herself. "But I have to." He pulled her into a hug and rested his head on her shoulder. "Why?" She was taken aback. He had never outright asked her why before. "B...because if I get too fat which WILL happen if I can't stop, everything I've worked for will evaporate." Her boyfriend turned her around and looked sadly into her eyes. "You really think that huh?" She nodded sadly and he sighed. "Look, you don't have any matches for the Christmas holiday. Don't worry about the media, don't worry about what your opponents think, you deserve to enjoy the holiday." She was trying her best to hold back a smile. "I promise we'll talk about it after Christmas but for now just enjoy yourself. Think you can do that for me?" Hifumi gave her hip a pat. "I think I can handle that," she said while giggling. Her expression softened and she fully returned the hug. "Thanks Akira. I um I love you." She gave him a peck on the lips and was out the door. Her awkward walk from the corset meant she didn't get very far before she heard a shout of "I love you too" from the front porch of Leblanc.

In the time between then and Christmas, an additional five pounds crept on to Hifumi's frame. Already severely strained, the poor girl now had to constantly suck in her flabby paunch or else she would be met with worrying creaking sounds from the shape wear. One of the most troubling things though was that she was having a extreme difficulty in closing the clasps; it would leave her a panting gasping wreck who barely had the energy to hold back her gut. That's why she found herself needing to stop for breath every few minutes as she walked through the crowded streets of Tokyo with her boyfriend on Christmas Eve. "You should really take that off. You'd have a much better time if you did." Hifumi straightened herself up from her slouched position against a nearby building. "For *huff* for the last time, absolutely not. I can't *hah* b-be seen like this, it'll be all over the news!" Her brief little shout made her forget to suck in for a moment as the sound of straining straps filled the air. Akira smirked. "Sounds like you won't have a choice." He playfully waved his hands as she scowled at him. "Sorry, sorry. I'll give you a nice massage as soon as we get back."

Imagining him tending to her poor compressed tummy was enough to make her mew a bit and momentarily let her stomach push out to its full size. She put a hand on her midriff as her eyes became half lidded, "Mmmm that sounds nice." A little bulge was visible right in the center of her dress and she quickly sucked it in the moment before her gut tore through both it and the corset. Her dress was barely decent enough as it was, any more fluff would cause it to become scandalous as it would ride up and fully expose her stocking clad rear. She got flustered again at Akira's laughing, but quickly smiled. He had done something today, something amazing. She knew it but couldn't quite remember what. Whatever it was, it made her want to embrace him warmly even in spite of his teasing.

She wrapped herself around his arm completely covering it with her breasts and nuzzled her head against his chest as they walked. Honestly she couldn't even be mad at him. He just wanted her to be comfortable. It was the masses who were to blame for her predicament really. "This might get in the papers too you know," Joker quipped at her. "I hope it does." She said it with such genuineness that he held back his next remark and decided to just enjoy the moment. She moved to embrace him closer, it was like she was huddling for warmth but it really wasn't all that cold out. Akira quickly surmised the real reason. She was using his body as a way to compress her stomach without having to suck in as much. But that was fine with him, the corset couldn't hide how soft she was completely. Or the wonderful strawberry scent of her hair.

The cafe was empty when the two finally made their way back. Even if it was full, it probably wouldn't have changed anything. The fat pampered kitten was unused to having her physical desires go ungratified. As soon as they walked in she began to pull her dress over her head, grunting in annoyance as the sleeves refused to budge over her bulging arm fat. Her belly was pushing it out a bit on the bottom with a tiny peek of pudge being visible even with all of her efforts to hide it and yet her upper tummy was still proving to be more than enough for the strained garment. Her new backfat was bulging out in the space between the straps.

Her fat wanted nothing more than to bulge out and spread comfortably but she wasn't letting it due to some misplaced sense of shame. Her body couldn't stand one more second of it, her brain was begging her to just stop holding back her luscious curves and to let it all hang out. "To hell with it! I'll just by another one!" She wanted release and she wanted now, that small justification was all she needed for her subconscious to take over and push her belly forward.

"Ooooooohhh that feels soooo goood. Ahhhhnnnmmmm" The way in which she said it coupled with the sensual rubbing she gave to her formerly compressed blubber made the release seem almost sexual. She let out periodic mutterings of "oh yes" and "mmmm" which only added to that interpretation. She stood in only her bra and pantyhose and Akira could see the little pink nubs of her breasts stiffening against the fabric; whether it was from the cold or her rubbing, he did not know. She sucked in air like a fish on land, utterly desperate for relief after being crammed into her undersized outfit. Her pale white belly protruded forward as a testament to her increasing obesity as she arched her back and rested a hand on the surface like a pregnant woman. The ashen pearl seemed even fatter and doughier bulging over her jet black leggings like it was.

Of course, they weren't jet black anymore considering how tightly they compressed her meaty bottom half. They had become practically see through with periodic rips along the thighs which pockets of waxen fat quickly filled. Now that her dress was removed, the tops of her cheeks were left out in the open, too generous to be covered completely. Yet still she refused to get a size up, her painfully tight clothes were the only real reminder of her promise to cut back that she could give herself. She kicked her shoes off and turned to Akira, the motion of turning around sent her plump belly jostiling. Hifumi began to dig around her navel with a slender finger while she looked at her man with hunger. "It's getting pretty deep you know. Didn't you say you would show me a good time when that happened?" She was right, you could easily stick your finger up to the first knuckle in that belly button. Her grin only made her double chin more obvious, she took a step forward making the spot where her thighs had rubbed the fabric out between her leggings visible. Looks like she'd be needing a new pair of those as well.

Her smug grin was replaced by confusion when she noticed Akira's hesitation. Usually he'd be all over her by now. "What's wrong darling? Am I too much for you? Ufufu." Despite her laugh, her face was still marred by a bit of concern.

Joker was torn. He wanted nothing more than to embrace Hifumi and enjoy everything she had to offer. A small selfish part of him was urging him to use that navel as god intended but he knew he couldn't just leave things as they were. If what Sae had told him earlier was true, he might never see this girl again. He needed to make this meeting count. A small nudge on his arm brought him out of his thoughts and back into reality. "Akira, is everything alright?" The boy quickly regained his usual confident demeanor. "Before we begin, I think we should exchange gifts. Don't want to get too distracted and forget about it." He gave her love handle a little pinch at this which made her coo in delight. He gestured his head towards the stairs and began to make his way up. It was a bit of a dirty trick but he felt it needed to happen. Before following, Hifumi shuffled over to her bag next to her discarded dress and pulled out a small box. She followed him up to his attic before clearing her throat. Handing it to him she explained.

"I wanted to give you mine first. I want to feel as though I've 'earned' my gift so to speak." Akira felt his lips curl into a big grin. She was such a nice girl, he really hoped she took the lecture he was about to give her well. Not to mention what would happen tomorrow. "It's because I love her that I have to do this," he told himself. But that could wait, for now he settled on opening his present. Inside were a pair of black hand knitted gloves. "It's not much," she stammered out, "but I wanted you to have it." Akira tried them on and was amazed at how perfectly they fit. He had often complained of the poor fit of his Phantom Thief gloves, constantly needing to adjust them after every battle.

"It's a wonderful gift, Hifumi. Thank you." He was impressed she remembered such an off handed thing from weeks ago. He gave her belly a tickle and smiled as she giggled. "Looks like you'll enjoy them too my doughy little dove." As much as he loved the bright smile on her face, he knew he was just stalling. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face Hifumi. "I have your gift as well." He reached behind the arm of the sofa and pulled out a larger box than the one Hifumi had given to him. Inside was a much larger corset compared to the one Hifumi's body had wrecked just moments ago.

"Oh thank you so much Akira! This was just what I needed." She'd have plenty of room to grow into this one before it would begin to strain. The ability to cut loose while hiding her weight was far more attractive to her at this point for someone claiming they would cut back eventually. Akira laughed awkwardly, here came the tricky part. "Hahaha yeah, I'm glad you like it, but I think it would be best if you didn't wear it." Hifumi looked at him as if he had just sprouted a second head as he quickly elaborated. "I hate that you feel like you can't live how you want to. You told me last time that you don't want to stop, so then don't." She didn't understand. If he didn't want her to wear it, why would he buy her one. She voiced her query to him and he sighed.

"If, after tonight, I'm unable to convince you to live how you want to live, I don't want you to leave empty handed." He took the corset back and set it onto the couch next to them. "If you truly feel like you can't live without it, you can use it all you like, just know that you'll never be truly happy living like that." Hifumi bit down on her lip. She knew he was right. She was absolutely miserable for the majority of her day, limiting herself, hiding her body since she felt so unsightly, but she truly believed she didn't have a choice in the matter.

She said as much to Akira. "If...if people catch sight of me like this, I'll be a disgrace to the game. No one would ever take me seriously as a player." Akira readied himself. "You really have that little faith in your own abilities, huh?" Hifumi reacted as though he had struck her. "W-what!?" Well too late to back down now.

"You really think people will abandon just because of some extra inches? What happened when your mother was caught fixing matches?" The former queen of shogi winced as she remembered. She had been humiliated, all the rumors about her had been given real weight in the public eye and on top of that, she had easily been defeated in her first real match. But at the same time, she was still allowed to compete. As she crawled her way up the ranks on her own merits, all the harsh jeers and taunts of outsiders had died down. Some of her seniors still avoided her but most were perfectly fine with a quick practice game, impressed by this young woman's desire to improve. The truth coming out was probably the best thing to ever happen to her. Hifumi's eyes widened as she understood Joker's point. She had continued on despite the naysaying of people who hardly even cared about the game. What had one of Japan's top professionals done in response? Did he avoid her? No he happily accepted her challenge.

Granted he had beat her mercilessly but he could have easily condemned her as not worth his time. "Which audience do you care about Hifumi? The people who want to look at you as a gravure model or the people who want to look at you as a shogi player?" Hifumi hesitated still. She knew he was right, truly she did and yet a fear still remained. That people would still be shallow enough to discount her due to her physical appearance. Akira grabbed her shoulders and looked her dead in the eye. The intensity of his gaze stopped her from looking away. "Hifumi I know you're thinking people won't be able to look past your weight."

The leader of the Phantom Thieves allowed himself a small smile as he reminisced. "But if there's one thing I learned today, it's that the masses are better than people give them credit for." She smiled a little bit at that. Honestly, she was taking this much better than he thought she would, willing to hear him out completely, not jumping to any conclusions, seriously considering his words instead of just dismissing them out of indignation. He supposed that's one of the reasons he had fallen in love in the first place. "I want you to live how you want, but you won't know what that is unless you try." He gestured to the corset which she had almost forgotten about. "Can you promise you won't wear that to your next shogi match? If not for yourself, then could you at least do it for me?" His speech was interrupted by her sobbing. No she was laughing. Hifumi continued to chuckle while Akira stood there in bewilderment. She calmed herself down before speaking clearly. "I'm sorry darling, it's just that you've made me feel so foolish."

He was absolutely right. She couldn't cower in fear over what people might think. "I'll accept your conditions Akira. Even if you're wrong, I'm willing to chance everything on my playing ability." She moved over to the couch and threw the corset into the garbage bin. "One last bet Akira, and if you're right, you win. But if you're wrong you have to help me lose the weight. I mean it this time!" Joker gained a wide grin. "Aren't you scared?"

She merely laughed. "I'm absolutely terrified! But I know it's better than never trying at all. And besides," she embraced Joker from behind and nuzzled her face into his back. "You'll be with me every step of the way." She felt him tense up at this but before she could say something, he moved her over to the couch. "Let's talk for a bit. We haven't had a chance to catch up on the way here since that corset makes talking so hard."

She blushed a little at his teasing and sat down beside him. It was true that quite a lot of skin was on display but that didn't really matter at this point in their relationship. Besides, Akira wanted to make sure everything else was in order. They talked of her family, of her future prospects, but strangely they discussion would always steer away from their future prospects together. Hifumi would look up to find her boyfriend starting at her strangely. It was a gaze filled with longing even though she was right in front of him. He looked like he was trying to drink in every last detail of her. "You've been staring at me this entire time. Is there something you would like to say?" She couldn't hide the slight worry that crept into her voice. Akira smiled the most convincing smile he could muster. "I'm just happy that you're here." Hifumi giggled a bit. "O-oh thanks." But she still looked unconvinced.

He went in for a quick kiss to assuage any doubts. Hifumi wanted to just lay back and accept his love but there was a more rational part of her that knew something was amiss. She broke off and pushed him back a little. "I...I wanted to talk to you about something." The one flaw of being so portly was that it was hard for her chubby face to look serious, but Akira seemed to be intently waiting at least. She put a hand on his thigh not just for assurance that she was there for him, but also to feel for any tensing of his muscles "You were supposed to be captured, and yet I'm here with you right now. I'm worried that something might happen to you." He really was tricky, he didn't move a muscle, but she clearly heard his breathing hitch there for a second and the comforting smile he gave off afterwards was ever so slightly strained. A look of sadness appeared over Hifumi's pretty features. "I can perceive you're acting differently. So please answer me honestly, what's wrong Akira?"

Akira wanted nothing more than to tell her the truth, to unload all his worries on to her but he couldn't. Telling her would only make her worry and it wouldn't change anything anyway. She should get to enjoy one last night with him and he couldn't chance putting her at risk. The words wouldn't come out because he cared far too much to allow them. "It's nothing." He finally managed to force out. She looked at him with her shimmering emerald eyes. "How can you ask me to trust you when you won't trust me?" He could hear her voice break in the middle of the sentence and felt like the biggest scum in Japan. It seems like she had picked up his habit of piercing through justifications. "This information...could put you in danger. I just don't want you to get h-" his response was cut off by her moving to flick between his eyes like she had back in October, but this time she didn't complete the motion. He still winced in memory while she chuckled sadly. "You remember that part of the conversation, yet you can't remember the rest? Fool." She was smiling but it didn't reach her eyes. Her expression softened and she placed a hand on his thigh "Akira, let me help you." Those simple words and the genuine kindess with which she looked at him eliminated the remaining hangups Akira had. He told her everything.

After hearing his story, Hifumi wanted to burst into tears. No she wanted to punch a hole through the nearest wall; preferably with a police officer's face and then burst into tears. "Akira, I'm so so sorry," was all she said. It would be selfish of her to give in to her emotions, especially when he was remaining so calm.There was one thing that only she could do right now. Akira was in the middle of apologizing for putting her through this when she shoved his face down into her bulging bosom. It was not out of any lust but instead a desire to comfort him. She could feel his breathing settle. "I'm so glad I got to meet you Akira."

He snaked his arms between her side rolls and held her close to return the hug. "Are you sure you'll be okay without me?" Hifumi hugged him tightly and laughed, she hoped the shaking in her voice wasn't too noticeable. "The world doesn't revolve around you, you know. I think I'll do okay." He chuckled a bit at this, appreciative of her efforts to lighten up the mood at least a bit. She softly stroked the back of his head. "It's okay to be sad you know." Akira laughed but there was bit of hesitation to it. "Of course I know, but this is the right thing to do."

"It shouldn't have to be."

Akira sighed deeply. "No it shouldn't but-" Hifumi cut him off. "It's not fair. You're so young you haven't even finished high school" She could hear him grit his teeth and his voice came out with a waver as if he was barely holding back tears. "I have to do it."

"But you shouldn't have to." She rested Akira's head on her bountiful belly. "It's okay. Just let it out," and that's what he did. For the first time in his life, Akira's body was wracked by shuddering sobs as Hifumi held back her own. She could at least do this for him. "There's nothing wrong with letting go every once in a while, Joker." Little by little she felt him slowly stop his sobbing and eventually rise to face her. Their faces were only a couple of inches from each other. She looked him dead in the eyes and assured him that even though she couldn't do much, she would do everything in her power to get him out. He wiped his face and smiled. "You'll make someone really happy someday, Hifumi. Even if it's not me." She kissed him gently and moved his hands down to her lower back. "Someday, but not tonight. Tonight...I'll do everything I can for you." The night passed far too quickly for either of their likings. The only thing that remained of him in her arms at the end of the morning was his recipe list. She wanted at least something to remember him by so why not the thing that had made them both so happy?

Hifumi nervously gulped at the entrance to the match room. She had managed to come this far with her belly out in the open. It certainly helped that she had finally, finally upsized her dress. It was still quite snug of course but it was no longer on the verge of tearing off of her body. The girth of her fat stomach and weighty hips had combined to turn the dress into a somewhat long t-shirt with it barely reaching down enough to cover her cheeks. At least her panties weren't blatantly visible like they would have been in her old dress. This new one fit her as well with her fat hanging out as the old one did with her fat compressed. The other reasons was because even as the onlookers whispered and gossiped she let Akira's voice echo in her mind. "Are you a gravure idol or a shogi player?" Yes she had far more important things to worry about than what random people on a subway thought of her. Unfortunately her confidence had evaporated when she got to the entrance. She played with her belly chub nervously kneading a handful like squishy dough as she hemmed and hawwed about stepping in. The announcement of her name to the floor forced her hand, nothing would be more humiliating than a loss due to premature forfeit after all.

Hifumi was made aware of just how much her thighs swished together and how much her butt swayed from side to side. She didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse that the dress was so tight around her belly it didn't bounce at all. She shrunk into herself which made her double chin pop out. The room was mostly silent as those allowed in were shocked at her sudden transformation. Suddenly her almost impossible genetics made sense, she was just a plump girl who had been hiding her pot belly not some Amazonian goddess. That relative silence made the strained creak of her chair stand out all the more. Her face was redder than her hair peace as a smattering of giggles and snickers broke out throughout the room.

A voice echoed in her head as she remembered a lesson from long ago. "When you're in a match, you're at war with your opponent. Not the audience, not anyone else, just you and your opponent." Her father's voice rang firmly between her ears. Slowly, she let all the whispering and all the irrelevant noise fall away from her. A much younger voice entered her head now. "You're a fantastic shogi player. I'm not going to let you leave until you say it." Hifumi squeezed her chubby stomach again, this time not out of a self conscious gesture but one of assurance, like clenching a fist in determination. Yes, the perfect curtain call on this arc of her life. The power of the bonds she had built up would fuel her burning spirit as she blasted away those who doubted her in one final burst! She opened her eyes to gaze at her opponent. The opponent in question was expecting the timid stare of a self conscious chubster but instead what she got was a gaze filled with burning passion. Not even her fattened cheeks took away from the intensity. "The flames of rebirth shall pave the way for my victory today. And from the ashes a new Togo kingdom will rise." Her opponent began to sweet. Somehow, she felt she had already lost before the opening move.

Hifumi stood by the stove and spooned some chocolate into her mouth. She made a disappointed face as she eagerly lapped the rest of the chocolate off. It was delicious and that was it, merely delicious. Nowhere near the mouth watering delicacies that were made for her in the past. Akira's recipe list sat on the countertop beside her, a memento he had left at Hifumi's request. These past few days had given her a newfound appreciation for him, keeping up with her greedy gut was hard work. But she enjoyed every second of it. It was the perfect ritual to unwind after a long day. It reminded her that no matter how far someone was, they were never really truly gone.

Hifumi would have preferred to have him here but she hadn't cried since she had heard the official announcement of his arrest on the evening news. He wouldn't want her to do so after all. Besides, hope wasn't gone quite just yet. Her father sat at a nearby table reading over the write up from the match chuckling to himself. "A bishop set up early into the match proved to be her opponent's undoing as Hifumi Togo..." she tuned him out a bit having already read the article earlier. She got back to stirring her chocolate, it would be a shame to let it go to waste even if it wasn't quite up to par. The tabloids were filled with insult after insult. "Wracking Up Wins and Pounds" "The Sumo of Shogi" and "Gravure to Gravy: One Woman's Shocking Rise in Weight." But they were just that, tabloids. The actual evaluation of the match by her peers took a brief jab at her new heft before immediately moving into discussing the game. After the members of the league adjusted, it was like nothing changed at all. Though the other women were a lot more touchy feely constantly rubbing and patting her big tummy.

She was brought out of her musing by a call from her father. Hifumi knelt down next to him as he beckoned her closer. She was met by a kiss on the cheek and a firm pat on the back. "I am so so proud of you princess." She thanked him happily and returned to her baking as she hummed a happy little tune. Her father's grin lit up the room as he watched his little, well big, girl mew with delight. He'd really like to meet this mysterious boyfriend of hers someday, he never thought he'd give someone his blessing without ever having met them.

Later, Hifumi found herself munching on a plate of cookies from her mother. She had been surprised and had asked her mom if the tabloids bothered her. "They're only paparazzi dear. Go ahead and enjoy yourself."

Hifumi stood in the middle of the Kanda Church surrounded by a film crew. Explaining the story of how Joker had helped her made her fall in love with him all over again. "However such a young man with an honest heart is currently in juvenile hall serving an undeserved sentence." Her cute face scrunched up in determination and she expressed her desire to be the one to help him out this time. And now, it was time for her trump card, some of that gravure training would pay off after all. She looked sheepishly into the camera, "A-and if possible, I wanted to confess my love to him. I couldn't work up the courage until he was gone." She pretended to look utterly dejected as even the interviewer tried to hold back her utterly sympathetic expression to maintain her neutral facade. The star crossed lovers angle would drum up quite a number of supporters indeed, especially if people thought she had fattened herself up out of grief. Hifumi drummed her fingers on her belly in thought as she moved back to her house.

Even that much might not have been necessary, she could feel the changing attitudes of the populace, even a former diet member had spoken out in favor of Joker's freedom. It was like an intense tidal wave slowly bubbling beneath the surface of Tokyo. She could feel it and knew with complete confidence that, once again, victory was assured. The girl shook her big jelly belly up and down; she was barely up 15 pounds in a month. This simply would not do! It turned out that feeding, not to mention fattening, a gluttonous little fatty like herself was far harder than she realized but it was for the greater good. The hero of Japan was surrounded by cold hard walls for the past month and the real crime would be not giving him something warm and soft to grab on to. She could sense his upcoming release and knew it would be soon. Valentine's Day was coming soon and if her hunch was correct, she had a lot of work to do, she thought while walking into a pastry shop

"Oh right, today's Valentine's Day. No wonder there were so many guys bringing girls in here." Sojiro turned to Akira with a smug smirk on his face. "Don't you have anything exciting happening? Y'know, when I was young, hoo boy...heh"

*dingaling*

*thunk*

That second sound was new. The two men turned their heads to see the fattest woman either of them had ever seen and she was firmly wedged in the door. Her arms flapped about frantically as she made cute little peeps of exertion. She tuckered herself out before looking up embarrassed. "Um excuse me *huff* A little h-*hah* help." Akira stepped around the counter slowly like he couldn't believe what was really in front of him. They both broke out into enormous grins while Sojiro recovered from his shock. He wore a smirk of his own and spoke up again. "Ohhh... you should've just told-" before he could finish his sentence, Akira quickly stepped forward and squashed his lips into Hifumi's and hugged her plump belly. It was so fat, it was like wrapping his arms around a thin woman. She eagerly returned the kiss completely forgetting about her current predicament.

Sojiro was floored. "Er well I um I'll leave the store to you then." Moving to make his way out the front, he realized that wouldn't be possible so settled for sneaking out the back. As shocking as it was, Sojiro had to admit though, even he didn't think he'd be able to talk a pretty young vixen into putting on over one hundred pounds for him. For the first time, he considered that maybe his title as the master of love didn't belong to him anymore. Not that he'd ever admit that to Akira of course.

Back in Leblanc, the two teenagers were quite busy giving each other kiss after kiss, a mixture of Hifumi's portly body and the window blinds stopping anyone on the outside from seeing such an intimate act. They only paused to come up for air, both of them were gasping for breath until Akira finally spoke up. "Hello," he said with a big goofy grin

Hifumi smiled back up at him happily. "Welcome back, Akira." She made sure to draw out his name; she hadn't had a chance to say it in so long. Unfortunately, the moment was interrupted by a painful sting on her hip. She winced a bit and looked to the side, the firmness of the wooden door frame was pinching firmly into the soft doughiness of her bottom half. "Akira, darling, this door frame is pinching into me most cruelly. Would you do something about that?" He nodded in understanding and with a resounding *pop* she was freed from her prison. She crashed into him like a wave of blubber with a little squeak of a belch when her belly squished into his abdomen. His arms comfortably nestled in between her side rolls to hold her up. Good thing he hadn't neglected his workouts in solitary confinement. Hifumi rubbed her sore flanks with an "oof" of relief. "Sorry for the wait. Both waits I mean" Akira looked serious for a moment until Hifumi leaned up to kiss him. "You're here now and that's all that matters." They took a moment to just drink each other in deeply before Hifumi spoke again. She wore a light smirk on her face and shook her blubber a bit. "Besides, you can make it up to me. I've missed your desserts almost as much as you."

Her boyfriend's smile only grew but he quickly frowned and stepped back. He poked a finger into her fat belly and balked as it was swallowed up to the second knuckle in luscious fat. For a split second, Hifumi was terrified she had indeed gotten too big for him before he voiced his real concern. "All this...it wasn't from stress eating was it?" She couldn't help but laugh, a big belly laugh that sent her blubber wobbling. "No no no of course not." Her heart was filled with warmth, even after getting out of prison, he still immediately asked after her well being. "It's just that, well, I'm a helpless lazy spoiled little glutton you see. I just love to spoil myself with treats and hate even the slightest amount of exertion."

Akira took a step back, eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "W-what?" Hifumi chuckled a bit and removed an empty box of chocolates from her bag. "You see this? This was supposed to be for you but I just couldn't help myself." He noticed for the first time she had neglected to wipe the chocolate stains from off of her plump cheeks and fingers. The box was enormous too, easily taking up as much room in her bag as her shogi board. He was about to tell her about the stains when her belly let out a grumble of hunger; Akira could swear he saw the surface of her tummy ripple from the vibration. She set both of her large hands on its fattened surface and attempted to soothe the beast as best she could. "Do you hear that Akira? Even after all that chocolate still my body is begging, pleading for sweets." She stuck out her lip in a fake pout and whined jokingly. "It's been so hard feeding myself. Since Christmas I've realized just how helpful it is to have someone do all the busy work for you. All that moving around doesn't suit me."

Her belly let out another cry of hunger making Hifumi wince exaggeratedly. She wanted to shake her hips and really emphasize just how lardy her body was getting with a nice firm slap, but the girl wanted to at least get a chance to catch up before they were all over each other. Akira's glasses looked like they were fogging up and this was only some light teasing. Who knew what he would do when her hunger was sated and her other appetites flared up? "I've grown far too used to constant indulgence and pampering to ever stop. A queen must accept defeat with grace." She slowly moved towards the stunned silent Akira and leaned up on her tippy toes. Right into his ear she whispered the words he had wanted to hear since October.

"You. Win."

She leaned back. "I'm done denying myself, no I'm done denying both of us what we deserve." She moved his hand down to her squishy love handle and smiled. "Claim your prize."

Akira moved his hand up and down her side fully appreciating that his hand sunk in the tiniest bit just from running the palm across. She was so plump that he could comfortably rest his hands on her fluffy sides not having to strain his arms even the slightest bit. He gave her marshmellow soft side fat a proper squeeze only to have a hand placed on his chest. Her face was flushed and her speech came in short bursts. Hifumi bit her lip one final time deciding between her two greatest pleasures before coming to a choice. "Ufufufu how selfish of you. You need to properly feed me first, Joker. Honestly, is this how you treat a princess?" She shook her head jokingly. Akira looked a bit nervous as he explained that he hadn't had time to whip up anything. She chuckled huskily and rubbed her belly with his hand in slow methodical circles. "Better hurry then loverrr." She made sure to purr that last bit to really get him going. Love making felt so much better on a full fat belly filled with affection after all. Akira's smug grin was back in full force now that he was over the initial shock. He rushed into the kitchen before quickly stopping himself and staring at Hifumi for a second a strange look on his face.

She raised an eyebrow and maintained her smirk. "Hurry along now, you shouldn't keep a princess waiting you know." He moved forward and reached toward her fat down pillow of a belly. Hifumi was about to scold him when instead she felt his hand tug down on the fabric at the front of her dress. "It must have ridden up when you were struggling with the door. Wouldn't want you to get a cold hahaha." He suggested she have a seat before giving her a quick peck on the cheek with a just as quick "I'm happy to see you again" thrown in for good measure. Hifumi's smug expression faded away and a small embarrassed smile that tugged at the edges of her lips took its place. "Me too." She mumbled in at her shoes but from his beaming smile, she knew he had heard.

Even while Akira was supposed to be doing the prep work, he just couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her. It wasn't just that she was so much fatter and more delectable looking it was something else. He didn't know if it was the month in prison but she looked more beautiful than ever, more radiant. Her face was devoid of stress or worry as she happily smiled at Akira. Her hands had taken to resting on her plump orb of a gut as a matter of course. She used to rest them underneath her chest when she was idle but such a big tummy demanded constant attention. Her chest hadn't stopped its growth either. Two big plump orbs each as big as her head, they made it impossible for her to see past them although if she could she'd only be met with an even bigger wall of flesh. They sat comfortably on her fat belly; nice and perky and supported, they looked like a pair of melons on display and sat snugly in her dress along with her bread loaf of a belly.

The fat on her upper half had converted said dress into an ill fitting t-shirt. What had once fallen to her knees could now barely stretch over her squishy sack, constantly needing to be tugged down lest it expose the pale dough of her overhang. It clung to her so tightly that the deep cavern of her navel was visible through the fabric of the dress as well as the side rolls that lay on her hips as if a tire of fat was wrapped around her lower waist, though her belly itself remained a singular mass of softness. Even her arms strained the sleeves. With their white color, they looked like pastry bags strained to their limit by pound after pound of fluffy rich frosting.

Nothing compared to her hips however. Even though her belly spilled over the front of her skirt, her hips still stuck out visibly to the sides of it, almost like additional guts. They provided a perfect explanation for why she let her tummy flop over the rim of her skirt. They were simply too filled with pudding for a fat gut to fit in a skirt with them

The globes of her ass now stuck out like a shelf behind her, a separate entity from her back fat entirely. One could easily rest a cup on them that would stay on even as they sashayed back and forth. She had to wear her long skirt permanently now or risk exposing her pantyhose clad butt to the entire city. Even still, it clung to her bottom tightly and pulled up against it even exposing a few extra inches of stocking covered calf to compensate. Her cheeks had become puffy enough to sink a finger into and her double chin had become permanent, her face constantly dimpling and plump ruby red lips becoming more pronounced as a result. She looked matronly, womanly. She really looked the part of a well fed duchess who had fattened up on a life of leisure and Akira couldn't tear his eyes away. Hifumi smiled at him gently while blushing. "It's rude to stare so much you know," but truthfully she had missed that warm stare of his so much.

"Sorry Hifumi it's just that...the way you feel about my sweets is how I feel about your body." This made Hifumi purr quite deeply and giggle. He loved her body that much, huh? "Well then, I better go sit down. Wouldn't want you to burn yourself," she teased. Watching her wide rump sway back and forth as she made her way to the booth almost did make him spill milk all over the countertop and Hifumi smirked wider as she heard him curse and scramble to clean up his mess. Her smile quickly faded when she realized she was faced with the truly herculean task of cramming her overfed body into one of the narrow booths of Leblanc. Taking a deep breath, she sucked in her flabby jelly belly as much as possible and slowly scooched her way in. Even sucked in, her tummy flab still tickled the edge of the table and her arms were far too squishy and weak to move it. If only she could find some way to suck in that troublesome bottom of hers, she could cram it in with her hands but they were busy gripping the table and dragging her further in.

Finally, her ordeal was over and she released all the constrained blubber in one big surge of breath. It greedily devoured the table almost as eagerly as she devoured cake. Hifumi leaned back as much as she could rubbing her poor underused abdominal muscles from the strain. She couldn't quite lean back all the way as her butt had swelled fat enough to prevent that and her belly still flopped onto the table regardless. She didn't quite realize it yet, but she was quite stuck, her arms too weak and flabby and impeded by fat to move the table forward and her body still sore from her earlier exercise. "Everything okay in there?" Hifumi caught her breath as best she could. "I *huff* was just trying to do s-something physical without your *hah* help is all. My mistake." Her belly grumbled once again and she whimpered a bit only half jokingly. Akira quickly rushed over and plopped a stack of Valentine's boxes in front of her. Each one was the size of the box she had torn through earlier. "Hope that's enough. Bought them just in case." The girl happily licked her lips and rubbed the part of her belly under the table. "Oooh my hero!" She dug in with gusto.

Eventually, they reached a point where Akira's baking was safe to leave alone for a while. He took a seat across from her and happily watched her pop chocolate after chocolate into her mouth. As much as he loved her newfound sexual confidence, he loved this adorable happy butterball Hifumi just as much. With her eyes shut in joy, mewling and cooing as she eagerly fed herself with her boyfriend's Valentine's chocolate she was the embodiment of a fat pampered tabby cat. He found himself resting his head on his hand and just staring at her face with half lidded eyes and a big smile on his face, while she caught him up on what he had missed. "I'm still quite the villain in the shogi community, people are waiting for my rise to stop any moment now!" Akira scoffed. They'd have to keep on waiting then.

She smiled happily and stopped eating for a moment. Good thing to since she was on her last box and the rest was nowhere near done. "But I like it so much better than being treated like an idol, it's really freeing." She chuckled a bit. "Besides, I have you for that," they both laughed together at her little quip before a serious look came across her face. "I know now that I can go anywhere I want with shogi as long as I have a board and pieces to play with." She reached across the table and clasped Akira's hands. "And I can do anything as long as you're by my side. Um what I'm trying to say is..." she gripped his hands tightly and looked deeply into his eyes, "thank you Akira. For everything."

Suddenly she looked a bit sad. "You're going back home next month correct. I'd...like to sit next to you." She made to move but found herself tightly wedged in by her own body and huffed in mild annoyance. Hifumi glanced over to see him already next to her. He slid one arm on her back and the other on the table covering portion of her tummy. "That's okay. I'll come to you." The tears were coming back into Hifumi's eyes again, this time a mixture of sadness and joy. She tried to suppress her emotions under a layer of formality. "I apologize for discussing such a heavy topic. I've waited so long for you to return, living apart won't be difficult." She could hear her own voice break at the end and started to sniffle a bit. "Sorry, I can't hold back my emotions when I'm around you, I'm sorry." She felt herself being squeezed firmly. "Don't be. I'll visit as often as I can." They sat silently for a bit with Akira burying himself firmly in her bountiful softness.

"Hifumi, darling."

"What is it, dear?"

"Once we finish high school...Iet's travel the world. We'll find the perfect place to settle down and just...do it! No matter where it is!" Hifumi turned to look at him and nodded firmly, shaking all the tears out from her eyes until only bright happiness was left.

"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes! Oh Akira! I love you, I love you, I love you!" The boy in question found himself wrapped in the squishiest hug of his life, utterly surrounded by softness and warmth on all sides. He had never seen her so animated before but he had a feeling such an offer would be appealing to her. Journeying across the land, searching for hidden places and shogi techniques long forgotten by those in Tokyo all the while her thief is by her side every step of the way. She parted the hug to stare at Akira. How foolish she was being, he was always by her side! Hifumi had finally come to that realization and wiped her eyes one last time. No more tears of sadness would be shed by her for quite a while. He loved her and she loved him and that would never change no matter the distance, no matter what else might happen. Time to make the most of it.

"Akira, there's still one more box left. Could you...feed it to me?" She felt a peck on the cheek. "Anything you want my love."

Their evening continued in this quite pleasant way for a bit. One hand alternated between pushing rich creamy bonbons into her mouth and gently rubbing her tummy and the other firmly gripped her soft shoulder gently caressing it in a slow rhythmic fashion. Hifumi for her part was enjoying the doting attention having had it snatched away from her for so long. Even though these chocolates were mere between snack snacks at this point, the slow methodical nature of the feeding combined with his loving touch filled her up all the same. Akira noticed she seemed to be a little taller but quickly realized her bottom lifted her up an extra inch or two. It worked out for him though since it meant he could rest his head on hers much easier and plant kisses on the top. But of course, all good things come to an end. "Oh I'm sorry knew I should have bought more boxes, my bad. The store is close by, I could get some more, what kind..." He was interrupted by a pair of lips pressing into his.

It turned out she had one more piece of chocolate hidden away inside her plump chipmunk cheeks. The two lovers swapped it between them until that also disappeared. They sat there gasping for breath until Hifumi finally got out what she wanted to say. "I think I'd rather have you."

It was impossible to tell who lunged at the other faster but either way their caressing was interrupted by her table predicament. Akira shoved the table to the side with a resounding crash. He knew their would be hell to pay later but the aroused purr from Hifumi let him know he made the right choice. The only thing that stopped him from tearing her dress off of her then and there was the fact that she had clearly outgrown the couch horizontally. They would wind up on the floor if they tried anything here. Hifumi let out a low pitch chuckle when she saw where he was looking. She clapped her thighs together several times and moaned. Utterly pampered, spoiled, and doted on until she spilled over the side of a couch and then praised and pleasured even more by the man she loved? She was dripping just thinking about it. So fat, so plush, and so beautiful, she knew her climax would be even greater if it was on a soft bed and Akira had to wait to get his release just to make sure she was comfortable.

"These conditions aren't quite up to my station don't you agree? Take me upstairs." She brushed her porky fingers over his crotch. "If you think you can wait that long." He grit his teeth and led her by the hand, or he would have if she had decided to put the slightest bit of effort into moving herself off the couch. "Oh you don't expect me to put in effort now do you?" Akira grinned. No, no he did not. He made sure to slowly trace his fingers down her fleshy sides while searching for a good area to grab before settling on her hands after all. He pressed his foot against the couch and hoisted her up. As she pressed against him, she could feel his length slot right into her navel.

She had to speak through her own panting arousal to scold him, knowing that the wait would drive him that much crazier. "N-now my looord *oooh* that seems an improper place to finish in. Later, after you've done your sacred duty." Akira nodded dumbly. Truthfully he'd be fine with using any part of her beautiful luscious body, hell he could probably use just her back fat and still be happy. "After you, princess," he gestured to the stairwell. Climbing the stairs took an eternity and he wasn't sure if it was her teasing him, her lack of fitness or a mixture of both. She gave a little "eep" when she felt a small insertion between her cheeks. Was he actually hotdogging her? He gave a big grin, "Oops." She squeezed the cheeks together and watched him bite his lip and tense up. "Oops."

Eventually they made their way to the bed even with all the teasing and prodding from both parties. Akira raised her dress shirt over her head and watched as her big gut flopped and bounced, grateful for the freedom. They dropped their bottom coverings at the same time and Hifumi slid down her panties while strutting her way over to the bed. She flung her bra over a nearby lamp and plopped herself down, licking her lips at the creak of the springs. She attempted to spread her thighs but it was immediately filled by soft belly fat and they still touched near her crotch. "My bedroom thighs have gotten too plush for even lovemaking my lord. You'll have to spread them." Akira closed the distance in the blink of an eye. "Gladly," was the last word he said before giving himself over completely. Watching his muscles tense as he spread her thick thighs apart and tipped her over on her back to properly pleasure her sent a tingle up Hifumi's spine before he even entered. They could feel his toned midriff slap against her belly blubber with every thrust even in his kneeling position. But as fun as lazing back and being serviced was, she wanted to be a tad bit more involved.

Hifumi stopped Akira and bade him to help her into a seated position. She gently lowered him down into a laying position and slid herself on top of him. Her ass not only covered his lap but it was starting to creep towards the edges of the bed. "You'll need to upsize soon, you should get on that. Who knows how fast I'll grow with your help? Ohohohoh!" He could feel the fat of her cheeks spread across his legs like warm bread dough but what he appreciated far more was the beginning of a beautiful belly blanket she had provided for him. It was starting to reach his pectorals and as they started again in earnest, it slid up and down letting him close his eyes and imagine it growing out across him. Her fat ass kept her planted on to the bed preventing her from doing any real bouncing of her own. "Is my offering pleasing to you? I worked quite hard to get it this-" she sucked in air as he began to shake it up and down like the fat blanket that it was. "I'm the luckiest guy on the damn planet *hah* Hifumi."

"It's not luck, you won. Claim. Your. Prize."

Akira's speed increased with every word and Hifumi made sure to arch her back to get him deep deep in there. Her bouncing breasts gave her an idea. She grabbed one in her hand and stuck it right into her mouth. Instantly she was overcome with another wave of arousal. It was almost too much to take. Akira was in the exact same boat. "Aaah Hifumi I'm going to feed you until you can't get through double wide doors without my help!"

"Mmmhmm mmhmm"

"You're g-gut will be a big han-hanging sack of butter. I'll make it so smooth."

She frantically gestured to her belly and he moved his hands from her hips to her navel, fingering it properly now that it was big enough for two. Being pleasured from four areas at once was too much before the poor girl and the constant rubbing from her pudding bag belly and grinding thighs was too much for Akira. She popped her breast out of her mouth as she hit climax.

And they both shouted the same phrase. "You're mine!" They cuddled for a bit before Hifumi gasped. "Akira, you forgot to put on a condom!" He began to sweat but she assured him she had remembered her birth control. "Sorry Hifumi, you're just so arousing." He ran his hands down to her fattened hip and gave it a firm slap. "Ohohoh am I? Please do go on," she purred. Before they could get started, the oven timer went off and Akira quickly shot up. "Man I am out of it today! Would you like me to bring it up here." She nodded and when Akira was out of sight, she brought a finger to her lip lustfully. The girl had an idea.

When Akira returned upstairs the first thing he saw was his girlfriend's swaying plump backside staring right at him. "Set the food in front of me and get to work, Joker. A lady needs to be properly serviced when she's being fed." Akira stood at attention even though they had finished not five minutes ago. This was going to be a great month.

There wasn’t a day where Hifumi and Akira weren’t together, whether it was hanging out at the café or attending one of Hifumi’s shogi matches. People still couldn’t help but comment about Hifumi’s weight, especially since every match she appeared even fatter than she did for for her previous match. She was just glad the people who doubted her shogi skills were becoming quieter and quieter. She felt that her shogi skills had even improved since she stopped hiding her weight! In addition to not having to deal with the uncomfortable feeling of having her belly restrained by that corset, whenever she was unsure of what move to make next, she would start caressing her softness or would give it a squeeze and suddenly the right move would become clear. Her growing gut acted as an excellent stress reliever and it didn’t hurt to have Akira cheering her on either. Maybe it made her a little TOO relaxed. Sometimes she would forget where she was and who she was playing and would start doing her embarrassing habit of calling out her “secret ultimate moves.”

One night, Akira was invited to dinner at Hifumi’s place. Meeting her folks was as nerve-racking as anything he had done with the Phantom Thieves, maybe even more so. Even if he wasn’t partially to blame for their daughter blimping up like a parade float, he wasn’t sure what her father would be like, and if her mother was still anything like the mother he met in mementos, he would be in for a rough time if he didn’t have his act together.

Despite his feelings, dinner went surprisingly well. They would ask him questions, like what his grades were like, what his parents did, his talents, anything to get a handle on just what type of person had stolen their daughter’s heart. After their barrage of questions, Akira could feel the air in the room grow less tense and by the end of the night they were all conversing and joking like Akira had known the family for years.

Even Hifumi’s mother was impressed with the way Akira presented himself, and they could both tell the two lovers were crazy about each other. Akira had also brought a dessert he made himself, cremepuffs like the ones he gave Hifumi when he first told her about his desire to see her grow. They were still good back then, but with all the practice he had gotten since, they were now otherworldly. He saw Hifumi’s parent's faces light up with the first bite, and although Hifumi’s mother tried to be quiet about it, she looked at her heavier daughter and whispered, “It makes a lot more sense now…”

After dinner, Hifumi’s father approached him. “Come with me to my study, we have to do something.”

Akira was surprised at the sudden demand and wondered what this "something," was. Was he about to get the "dad" talk where he would be threatened bodily harm if he did anything to upset Hifumi?

Upon arrival, Akira found a shogi board already set up. “You can tell a lot about a man by the way he plays shogi, play a match with me please?” Hifumi, who had followed the two, couldn’t help but crack a smile. Akira may not have understood the importance of this, but Hifumi did. The fact that her father had asked Akira to play shogi with him, and on their first meeting too, meant that he liked him a lot.

Akira wasn’t really sure how much Hifumi’s father was able to learn about him considering how fast their match ended. Hifumi was great, but her father was on another level. Akira could count the number of moves he made on one hand before he knew he was in serious trouble.

Hifumi let out a whine, “Daaaaad, You liar! This wasn't some test for Akira. You just wanted to show off!”

Hifumi’s father chuckled, “Hahaha, I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist. I don’t get to play with many people besides Hifumi often. You say you didn’t know a thing about shogi until you met my Hifumi? I’m impressed.”

Akira tried assert his play was was nothing special considering how easy he lost.

“Don’t be modest, for someone who hadn’t touched the game until recently you did pretty well. You have a lot of potential. Keep it up for the next time we play. I can already tell I’ll be seeing a lot of you."

Hifumi’s father turned to his daughter and gave her a teasing grin, “Who knows, if what you tell me about your relationship is true Hifumi, he might have to start calling me dad one day as well.”

Both of the young lovers’ faces grew a deep red. If that wasn’t a seal of approval on the two being together, Akira didn’t know what was.

Being Akira’s girlfriend, Hifumi found herself hanging out with the other members of the Phantom Thieves as well and they had all become fast friends. She had even started to call Akira, Joker, as well from their influence. It just made her boyfriend sound so cool!

“Aww no way, you went to Hawaii too! I wish we could have hung out!” Ann exclaimed before taking another bite of some of the pie Joker had laid out. Ann was grateful their group now had another person in it that appreciated dessert as much as she did. And having Hifumi around made her not as self-conscious about pigging out.

Ryuji leaned in with a smirk from the next booth over to talk to Joker. “So hey, that one day you disappeared and left me and Mishima hanging, were you uhhh…” Ryuji gestured to the large lady sitting next to the Phantom Thieves leader.

It was true, Joker fondly remembered the day he had spent in Hawaii with Hifumi. It was very early in their relationship and they had come a long way since then. He couldn’t help but dream about being back there with the size Hifumi was at now. Her heaving breast would overflow the cups of her black and white striped bikini top, maybe even with a bit of areola peeking out the sides. If that swim skirt of hers didn’t disappear inbetween her vast rolls and under her hanging gut, giving the illusion she was bottomless, it would surely be stretched thin over her double wide behind. Her ample ass flesh would surge both under and over the overtaxed garment. And of course, he would have to help her apply her sunscreen. Her pale skin needed all the protection it could get, and with so much to cover he would need the whole bottle. As he rubbed the lotion into every inch of her luscious flab, it might turn into a full body massage and…

Akira was jolted from his thoughts by Hifumi bumping into him with her fleshy hip. Joker could tell from her sly expression as she chewed a mouthful of pie that she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“You know Joker there is plenty of room where we’re sitting,” Yusuke said as he notice how scrunched up Joker looked, his wide girlfriend took up the majority of the booth seat. “Are you kidding? He is probably in heaven right now.” Futaba sneered from her stool. Everyone laughed. Hifumi didn’t mind the Phantom Thieves making references to how massive she was, because it was obvious she was one fat woman, and she enjoyed teasing Joker for his tastes as much as the others. “He should have thought about things like this before he turned me into such a fatty,” Hifumi joked as she scooted over more, giving the increasingly red faced Joker even less room.

Ann sighed, “I’m so jealous of you Hifumi, you get to eat Joker’s cooking all the time, you don’t have modeling agencies breathing down your neck about your weight, you can just cut loose and indulge in as much chocolate and sweets as you want.” Ann glanced at Joker. If he had been dating her and told her about his taste in women, she knew she would have probably ended up just like Hifumi if not bigger, and she couldn’t help but shake the feeling she would have enjoyed it as much as Hifumi seemed to.

Ann turned to the concentrating, short haired brunette seated next to her. “Doesn’t that type of life sound amazing?”

“Wha…What?” Makoto wasn’t really sure how to respond. While nowhere near the size of Hifumi’s doorway plugging rear, Makoto felt her own butt was already a little heftier than she would like, and she couldn’t even begin to think about how big it would grow if she was in Hifumi’s shoes.

Makoto was too busy with what she was currently doing to give Ann’s question much thought. Her heart sank when after she tentatively set down a shogi piece, the gorging glutton across from her answered with a move of her own, like she didn’t even have to think about it.

“Cheshmate!” Hifumi said with another mouthful of pie.

“Wow Makoto, she was more focused on her food than the board and she still beat you,” Haru said with a cheery smile as she set down her coffee cup. The way Haru said it made Makoto's loss hurt even more.

Makoto let out a groan. “Jooooker, you said you have never beaten her either right?”

Joker shook his head, “No I haven’t…” Hifumi had to bite her tongue as to not let any indecent noise escape her lips when Joker suddenly and discreetly reached under the table and firmly grabbed her belly bulge, sticking his index finger into her navel and giving it a small shake. “…not at shogi at least.”

Makoto’s became more and more disheartened as her losses piled up. Every match she played wasn’t even close, even with Hifumi’s constant snacking and unbeknownst to everyone else, the constant distraction of Joker poking, prodding, and patting Hifumi’s billowing stomach just under the table. When it got late, and everyone headed for home, Joker could hear Makoto mutter something about checking the library for books on shogi strategies. It wouldn’t help, he had tried the same thing.

Finally Futaba, the last one to stick around, left to catch one of her shows on TV, leaving the two lovebirds alone at last. With everyone else gone, Joker could whip out the feast he had prepared for his “little” spoiled kitten.

Joker got up to lock the front door. “I hope you didn’t fill up too much on snacks, I have a spread that wil-“ Joker was cut off by the sound of heavy footsteps followed by a collision that sent him careening to the floor. He barely had time to flip himself over onto his back before he felt all the air being squeezed out of his lungs as he was engulfed under an avalanche of softness. Hifumi had him pinned under her tremendous weight, leaving him barely able to wiggle his fingers let alone push her off him. The bottom half of his face covered, he could just barely peek over his girlfriend’s hanging udders to see her staring back at him. She was breathing heavily, face red, with little beads of sweat pouring down her face. It wasn’t from physical exertion though, it was from pure unbridled lust.

Hifumi could barely speak, “You bastard…teasing me like that…for hours…” Hifumi began to moan and rock back and forth on top of him, sending ripples throughout her blubbery body, from her bloated cheeks to her toes. “Food will…have to wait…I need you now!”

Hifumi let out another sultry moan as her rhythmic quaking got faster. “You know darling…when I get a little bit fatter…we can start doing things like this at my place.” She licked her lips, “Mother could walk…right into my room…but if I were to…lay on top of you like this…and she wouldn’t even realize you were there.”

Joker took a big gulp, there was no “if,” in that last statement, she said “when.” Hifumi not only knew she wasn’t done growing, she accepted it, she relished it. In fact, to Joker, that sounded more like a command to continue feeding her, to make her fatter, wider, sexier, the biggest girl he could.

Hifumi laughed and began to shake her hips when she felt Joker harden even more against her sensitive flesh. She leaned forward, completely consuming Joker’s face in massive mammaries. After a minute though, she felt him start to struggle and heard his muffled speech as he tried to say something. Curious, she lifted herself off of him into a seated position, but continued to slowly grind against his lower half, her fat ass spilling over the sides of his waist and sticking out almost three fourths to his knees.

“Give me a minute. I have a surprise for you, I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Hifumi pouted. She hadn't felt this hot and bothered since her chunky arms had torn through one of Joker’s school shirts, now having to drape them over herself rather than actually wear them as PJs. She bit her lip. “Fiinnnee! But hurry up!”

Hifumi had tried to nibble on some of the food Joker had left out as she waited only to set it down. She couldn’t enjoy it when she was about to explode! She only had one thing on her mind. She whined “Joooookkkkerrrrr, pleaaaaaaseeee, what is taking so long. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting!”


Hifumi couldn’t believe her eyes when Joker descended back down the stairs. There, in all his glory, was her man in that dashing costume she saw on the video screen when The Phantom Thieves went after Shido. It was ravishing then, but in person it was something else. Being a result of the cognitive world, Joker never really had the chance to show her the real thing, but with Yusuke’s artistic abilities, he was able to sketch up what it looked like, and then they had a replica custom made. The shop they ordered it from was a small one out in the country, but whoever made it had a keen eye for detail. It was almost perfect. It even felt like the real thing.

Joker gave a little twirl before striking a pose. “What do you think?

Hifumi began mindlessly chewing on her fingernail, completely mesmerized. She stuck one hand under her bra and began massaging her erect nipple as she rubbed her pillowy thighs together. She finally choked out, “I think…I’m a bit underdressed…”

Joker extended his gloved hand, “let’s take this upstairs.”

Again, a bump from Hifumi’s belly sent him reeling, this time crashing into the bar stools and hitting his head against the counter. Before he had time to recover, Hifumi was on him again and went in for a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together for what seemed like an eternity before they broke contact. He could feel from Hifumi pressing against him that her panties were absolutely drenched.

Huffing and puffing, she whispered, “No… can’t wait…here…now…”

Hopefully they could clean up the mess they made so Sojiro wouldn’t notice.

After a carefree month with his girlfriend and the Phantom Thieves it was time for Joker to leave. He said goodbye to Sojiro and asked if he might need some help around the Café, on holidays and things like that. Sojiro smiled. He knew what Joker was getting at. “Sure, I could always use some help, though I can’t take up all your time having you work, what with that girl and all.” Sojiro placed his hand on Joker’s shoulder. “The attic is always open for you.” As Joker left the café Sojiro shook his head and put his hand on the back of his neck, “Besides, leaving you two alone all the time, I don’t think there is anything I can do with that mattress upstairs…”

To Joker’s surprise, the other Phantom Thieves had obtained a van, and planned to take him home themselves after some fun first. One person not coming alone however, was his girlfriend. Joker understood, she had an important shogi match to attend, and with her father’s illness she needed to be here. Joker threw his arms around as much of her as he could and gave her a kiss, this last month adding another 20 pounds to her jiggly frame. “I’ll call you when I get home, you can tell me all about how you ground the poor sap who had to play you into dust.” Hifumi nuzzled against Joker’s chest “I will.”

Despite what the other Phantom Thieves thought would happen, no tears were shed between the two. Why should there be? This wasn’t a goodbye, just a temporary parting. Unlike when he was arrested, Joker could call her anytime and he would come to visit whenever he could. Golden Week was just around the corner too! And once they both graduated…they would never have to be apart again.

“You sure you don’t want to tag along?” Haru asked, but Hifumi turned them down again. “Sorry, but I can’t, besides…” Hifumi turned around and after looking over her shoulder and giving Joker a smirk, gave her rear a smack “…thanks to a certain perverted master thief, I don’t think I’d fit.”

The other thieves couldn’t help but laugh at Joker, who had to look away and was very clearly using a suitcase to cover himself down below. As the van drove away, Joker poked his head out of the van’s sunroof and blew Hifumi a kiss which she returned. Hifumi watched as the van disappeared from view, and then began the slow waddle home.

"I still can't believe you managed to rent out this whole section of the beach by yourself. Couldn't you have just asked the fluffy haired girl..." Hifumi tried to snap her porky fingers to remember but made an annoyed grunt when they merely rubbed together instead. Looks like snapping was another thing to give up. She reached over to the cooler beside her and popped a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. Oh well. As long as the food stayed worth it. She gratefully accepted the fruity drink off of the tray that Akira had brought back with a coo. "Haru." He reminded her. "But what kind of husband would I be if I can't even rent out a beach for the two of us?"

Even despite everything, she still couldn't help but blush. Her boyfriend...no fiance, she corrected herself still knew how to butter her up even all these years later. She sighed. "I have to admit, out of all the beaches, I still like Hawaii the best." Akira nodded in agreement as he looked over her. She was the picture of contentment with her chubby toes wiggling in delight. Even those had grown fat enough to spill and bulge out of her sandles. He had remembered when she tried to cross one leg over the other and giggled naughtily when she realized they just knocked together like the two slabs of adipose they were. She hadn't deigned to even approach the water not seeing the point when she had her makeup perfectly applied. Besides, salt and sugar didn't mix. The sun was setting but still she wore her luxurious white sunhat. As much as Akira loved rubbing sunscreen on to her luscious body, his arms were quite sore from the vast surface area he had to cover every hour on the hour. It was his own fault though, if he could keep his hands behaved and not slipped them between places where the sun couldn't reach, he wouldn't have had to do so much extra. In her hand, she held a fan and even though evening was approaching she still fluttered it rapidly, her marbled meat covered in sweat.

If one were to look at Hifumi, it would become abundantly clear as to why they had to rent out the beach. Seated as she was, it appeared she was wearing nothing at all on the bottom. And that's because she was. Even leaned back, her waterfall of rolled stomach cascaded down to her knees and would have blocked her striped bottoms from sight, her dimpled ass flesh would have wobbled fatly out in the open and even her stacks of side blubber would have obscured the bottoms from view. Akira had been so looking forward to seeing that but she couldn't even get the largest swimsuit in the shop above her wobbling cankles before tearing noises began to sound. Well Akira couldn't get the swimsuit over since her pudding sack of a belly made bending down quite an impossibility. Her pitifully plumped up arms didn't help either and even now her upper arm fat acted as its own cushion against the back of the seat.

Her enormous breasts were still a tad behind the rest of her growth and she was able to attach her zebra stripped top but only barely. It could barely cover her protruding nipples and creaked and groaned almost as much as the chair beneath her did. Her breast flesh spilled not just over and under the cup, but all around it and it even sunk in a little bit like it was being prepared to be shot off into the ocean. It was almost as scandalous as the way her bovine hips hung over the chair, almost touching the sand.

Unfortunately, the drink Akira had brought was a little on the fizzy side and she let loose and enormous belch that sent ripples throughout her obese form. That was the last straw as the chair collapsed beneath her and her bra shot off right into her fiance's face. She landed right on a comfortable towel that was underneath. Her man was always good at planning ahead. He rushed over to her side only to be pulled on to the surface of her plushness.

"How long until they bring the king cake?"

Akira checked his phone. "Twenty minutes. They'll call."

Hifumi chuckled huskily as she pulled herself and Joker over to the side. Their was a line of towels across this part of the beach, they could have all the fun they wanted. A single shimmy of her overfed form sent a glorious jiggle that reached every part of her and Akira's body. Even though he stood several inches taller, he was still completely smothered by her waterbed belly rolls, not even able to squeeze his arms out from under her anymore. Her dangling milk bags hung plumply and temptingly right in front of his face. "You know Joker, weddings only take three months these days. Nobody would even notice if I was pregnant." Akira realized the box of condoms sitting next to her discarded bowel of ice cream on the sand. "I'm going to drain you of every...last...drop, and you can't stop me." His only reply was clamping down on one of her udders.

Later, they lay side by side with Akira resting on her belly facing forward feeding her the second sundae of the day. "You know, Hifumi. We haven't roleplayed in a while. You lose your taste for it?" Hifumi considered this while she slurped up the spoonful. She leaned back and rubbed the sides of her immensity. The girl glanced around at the empty beach, all for her and her lover, her fan fluttered up and down in her hand as she glanced around. A breeze picked up almost blowing her sunhat away but Joker caught it instantly and returned it to her head. He smiled and popped another mouthful in. Hifumi laughed deeply when she realized the answer. "I don't really need to."

Their talk was interrupted by a notification from Akira's phone. He placed the sundae on the top belly roll and replaced the spoon for a straw. "Be right back," he said with a peck on the lips. When he came back, he brought with him an enormous Hawaiian king cake. Hidden inside was usually a golden baby, a party game to see who would win. This one was a bit different. Indeed if one could tear their eyes away from Hifumi's beautiful body they would notice a lack of a ring on her plump hand.

Joker set up the shogi board and Hifumi sat up. Her butt made quite the natural support so it was no problem. Even in a relationship like this one, disputes would still arise, and what better way to settle them than with a game? "Alright so whenever a piece is promoted we cut a slice. Does that sound alright Hifumi Kurusu?" The girl in questioned chuckled. "Don't be so cocky Akira Togo, you may not have to beat me officially, but I won't let you by so easily." Akira had wanted to make the cake himself since most of it would be going into that wonderfully fat tummy anyway but they needed a neutral party to make it and place the engagement ring inside. He was her phantom thief after all and who knows what he might try.

"I believe I'll go first, Mr. Togo." She naturally placed a hand over her belly as she leaned forward. The maternal motion made Akira lose focus for a second as he imagined her nice and fat with child. He quickly shook his head, after all, if he wanted her to be Mrs. Kurusu, he needed to bring his best.