Naoto's Married Life

	“I know I had it just a few minutes ago. How could it just disappear?” asked Naoto, frantically shoving aside the contents of her desk. Stacks of paperwork, dogeared books, and several empty take out boxes were casually brushed aside in a desperate but her phone was nowhere to be found.
	But she couldn’t give up. She pulled open the drawers one by one, rummaging through their contents. But all she found were more papers and a half-eaten box of doughnuts from a week ago.
	“They still taste pretty good,” she mumbled to herself with a mouthful of pastries. At least her search hadn’t been completely fruitless. Raspberry filling counted as a fruit, right?
	Huffing and puffing, she moved on to the bookcase. It was in desperate need of some organization, as binders and folders were strewn all about, mixed with used coffee mugs and a handful of empty bags from the bakery down the street. Or at least she thought they were empty, but some strategic shuffling revealed a few uneaten croissants and a pair of bagels she had planned to have with breakfast a few days ago.
	“I really need to clean up my office,” she said as the last of the croissants finished the slide into her belly.
	Well, she said that, but she knew she wasn’t going to. Cleaning wasn’t her job. Actually, she didn’t really do any sort of household chores. She was much too busy with her career. Her husband was largely the one who dealt with the more day to day matters. So she mentally added “ask Yu to clean office” to her to-do list as she polished off her bagels. When they were gone, she added “order more coffee and bagels” to the list.
	Still, she hadn’t come in here to fill out her schedule, or her stomach. Her phone was nowhere to be found, and the only thing she’d accomplished was to disorganize her paperwork even more and to tire herself out.
	“I give up,” she said as she fell back into her worn-out office chair, which groaned and wheezed almost as much as she did. The constant creaking was starting to get annoying. But hadn’t she only just bought this a few months ago? Maybe she needed to upgrade to something a bit sturdier.
	It had been a long day at the precinct, and she hadn’t planned on spending her time after work rummaging around her office, tiring herself out and frustrating herself even further. But here she was, irritated, hot, out of breath and--
	GRRRRRRGL
	--And now she was hungry, too.
	All she wanted to do was take off her sweat stained slacks and dress shirt, take a nice, long bath and have dinner with her husband. But as she stopped and took a good look at herself, she knew none of that was going to happen. Yu was going to be late with his own business to attend to. And she couldn’t very well do everything else without her dear husband.
	This wasn’t due to sentimentality, mind you. It’s not as if she was entirely dependent on her husband. Or rather, it’s not like she was emotionally dependent on him. It was not as if she saw no purpose in having a relaxing bath or a nice dinner by herself. The former Detective Prince had matured quite a bit and let herself open up to others, but she was still quite the introvert, taking solace in the times she can work alone.
	No, the problem was a bit more physical in nature. Now, she truly valued her friendships. The time she had spent as a member of the Investigation Team was transformative. They had made her the woman she was today. She would always treasure Chie, Yosuke, Yukiko, Kanji,  and Teddie. Rise had even grown to be something like a sister to her. And the ring on her finger was all you needed to see to realize how much Yu meant to her. They had all worked to help her become a more well-rounded person.
	But maybe their influence, especially Rise and Yu’s, had been a little too transformative. Maybe she had taken a little too much input from them. Maybe she had gone out to too many cafes with Rise for too many heart-to-hearts and maybe she’d gone on a few too many dinner dates with Yu. Maybe they had made her a little too… well-rounded.
	She was fat. She had to admit it to herself. She didn’t really have a choice. When your distended figure made it frustratingly difficult bordering on impossible to dress and undress yourself, you couldn’t exactly turn away from the truth.
	Granted, calling herself fat was a bit of an understatement. She didn’t know exactly how heavy she was, but the fact that her midsection blocked her view that to such an extent that it made it nearly impossible to even find her bathroom scale was probably a sign that she should add a few adjectives to the word fat, like tremendously or impossibly. And she tried not to think of the fact that Rise had specially ordered her the scale currently gathering dust in her bathroom a few months back, noting that her old one “only went up to 400lbs.”
	The way Rise emphasized the word “only” and the little wink she gave haunted Naoto to this day. I mean, she was big, but she wasn’t… that is to say, that would be… Rise had to be just teasing, right? I mean, she was fat, but 400lbs? And that was months ago. After that there had been the… incident at Aiya’s with the booth… and the doorway.
	But as she stared at the vast quantity of Naoto before her, she couldn’t deny the possibility. It was nights like this, when she was alone and unable to do anything that she began to re-examine herself. There wasn’t a mirror in her office, but she didn’t need one to see so much of herself. She was everywhere. So much of her was pouring out of her chair. A soft, malleable and roll covered wall of pure Naoto didn’t so much as cover her lap as it did smothered it. Her navel, once a tiny dot in the middle of a flat stomach, had become an abyssal trench from which no light ever returned.
	The only reason her titanic tummy didn’t take up her entire line of sight was The Twins, Sherlock and Watson as her husband had so irritatingly come to name them, which obscured much of everything beneath her. She had always been… gifted in the chest region, but her weight gain had taken it to a whole other level and presented new problems. They were so hefty that without support, they naturally fell to both sides, so much so that they even restricted her arm movement, which was already a problem with the heavy wings dangling from her upper arms. Going without a bra also tended to show certain… details through her already strained white business shirts. But putting on a bra was something she definitely needed a second set of hands for, and anytime she bent over, which was already a task in and of itself, she just about smothered herself.
	It was hard to believe that she was once someone who had been mistaken for a slender young boy. And now only a few years later here she was, overflowing over her chair, barely wearing a shirt that had more X’s than there was space to print them on the tag, tucked into a pair of pants built like a circus tent that she hadn’t seen since her husband helped her put them on.
	How had she let it get to this point? How had she let herself go so badly?
	The answer was staring her in the round, soft face.
	Sitting on the wall just above her desk was a series of framed pictures. Each was a treasured memory, but put together they also told an illuminating story.
	They started with a simple portrait, a young and slender boyish girl, a frown almost a permanent fixture on her face. But then, she found a group of friends that accepted her, and she could smile and laugh with her friends. The joy on her face was apparent as she shared a snack with her friends on the roof of Junes. Then came her first official date with Yu. She had never felt so full of joy. Or pasta, given  the portions at that restaurant. Then was her first day working for the Tokyo police, complete with a complimentary box of doughnuts. Then a reunion with her friends, hosted at a Korean barbecue. Then there was another date with Yu. It was the first time she had worn a gown in public. And after a few rounds of dessert, it was also the last time she would ever fit in it.
	And then, of course, was the wedding. It had been magical for sure. She had never been so happy. But she couldn’t help but feel that a picture of Yu feeding and oversized slice of cake to his oversized bride wearing an undersized dress that hadn’t been that revealing when she ordered it, but a month of sampling the catering had lead to some… alterations in the chest region.
	It didn’t take a detective to see what had happened. As she had opened her heart to others, so had her stomach to plenty of foods. She had been so full of self-control in her youth, but when she was around Yu, that all melted away like the cheese she poured over her morning omelets.
	But at the same time, could she really say she was unhappy with how things had become? She was a bit… self-conscious about her size, she got tried a little too easily, and she wasn’t a fan of how difficult some daily tasks had become, but then she had a good job, good friends, and she had Yu.
	“Yu...” She whispered to herself, staring at his handsome face on the wall.
	Even thinking about him made her weak in the knees. Even moreso than usual.
	She became aware of his absence. It was rare that he worked later than she did, but it did happen. She had seen him that morning. It had only been hours since she had spoken to him on the phone. But it felt like an eternity.
	“I want… to see him...”
	The more she stared at his face in the portrait, the stronger the feeling became.
Her already labored breath worsened as her soft cheeks began to flush.
	“Yu...”
	Slowly, without thought, Naoto’s right hand began to make its way down to her lap, while its sister reached out to the buttons on her shirt. This was unfortunately a much harder task than it should have been. Her goal was currently being blocked by a significant amount of, well, herself. Trying to get a hand down into her pants was like trying to slide a piece of paper between the stones of the Great Pyramids.
	“Grrr…. Ugh.”
	Naoto attempted to stand up, to give herself some room, but all she managed to do was tire herself out even more. And she was beginning to suspect her thighs and backside were now firmly wedged between the arm rests of her chair like a sackful of ham lodged in a doorway.
	Her frustration grew as she fumbled about blindly, trying to undo a belt she couldn’t see. Her lack of progress only made her more frustrated, which only made her desire stronger. Anger and passion fed into each other until she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed release.
	She took a deep, deep breath and did something she almost never did. She pushed out her gut. Her already tight clothes became like boa constrictor wrapped around her. But at least she could say she now knew what it felt like to be a sausage getting squeezed into its tubing.
	“Come… on...” The blood raced to her face as she strained and pushed.
	POP. CRACK. ZZZZIP. JINGLE. CRASH.
	A cacophony of destruction echoed across the room as everything went a little too well. Her clothes burst open like a popped balloon, sending several buttons careening through the air, knocking several of the photos crashing to the floor. At the same time, her belt buckle gave way, throwing the chunk of jangling metal to the floor while an avalanche of belly poured out, freed from its fabric prison. The weight of her midsection was so much that it opened her fly and pushed the zipper down until no amount of force would ever pull it up again.
	Despite the damage to her office and her wardrobe, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. That weight had then immediately been placed in her lap, but still. She wasn’t concerned with that.
	She peeled back her shirt as much as she could, revealing a no-frills black bra. It was neither the style nor color she preferred, but at her size you took what you could get and hoped it would last at least a month. It was digging into her a little bit, but she adjusted it with one hand and--
	SNAP.
	And it quickly came to an early retirement as the elastic band snapped down the middle. Her breasts leaped out of their constraints, bouncing up into her double chin before falling to either side. But this was fine. She could order a new one and this made things easier. She squeezed her chest tightly with one free arm, picturing her husband’s toned arms wrapping around her. She gently teased the tip of her breast with a stubby, sausage-like finger, visualizing the times Yu had teased her so with his teeth.
	The image was all it took for the last threads of her reason to evaporate. The only thing that she could think about was finding the release she needed. Her free arm slid down into her loosened slacks and headed for the source of her desire.
	“Come on…!”
	But no matter how much her desire compelled her, she couldn’t satisfy herself. The massive weight sitting on her lap was in the way. She squirmed, pushed, twisted, turned, growled, squeezed and struggled, but she just couldn’t reach. The sweaty skin of her all-encompassing stomach stuck to her hand and refused to budge.
	She arched her back with an unladylike grunt, which her chair reciprocated. She had a bit more maneuverability now but it still wasn’t enough. She put her hands on her mammoth hips, her fingers sinking into her sides like they were made of warm pudding, and tried to remove her slacks. Despite her best efforts she didn’t get very far. Her pants bunched up around the wobbly folds of her thighs, but at least it was something. Her goal was quite literally within reach.
	She quickly grabbed hold of the sides of the panties she could finally reach. Their pink, lacy material was at odds with her fashion sense and did not match the plain black bra at all, but finding clothes that actually fit was hard enough, so beggars couldn’t be choosers. She quickly yanked them down to her thighs and braced herself.
	Her clothes were in tatters, her breasts were hanging out and flopping around madly, her stomach had not stopped jiggling and she couldn’t stop panting like a shaggy dog in August, but she didn’t care. She had needs. And even if she knew would be back in ten minutes, she couldn’t wait.
	So with her brain overloaded with lust, she leaned back in her chair as far as she could, and moaned deeply as a jolt ran up her spine.
	And then she realized, far too late, that neither the moan or the jolt had actually been her. But the source was quite easy to identify as her chair finally gave up, fell to pieces, and dropped her unceremoniously on the carpet.

	Naoto laid there for quite some time without moving, save for her gut, which continued shaking for quite some time, and her chest, which jumped with her every breath. On the one hand, she wasn’t stuck in her chair anymore, but on the other being thrown to the ground was something of a mood killer.
	Maybe if she just laid there forever she’d forget about how she destroyed a chair trying to pleasure herself.
	But as she contemplated the pros and cons of never moving again, her stomach began to shake of its own accord, and for once it wasn’t out of hunger. Or rather it wasn’t only because of hunger. She raised a hand to her side and realized something was vibrating in her gut. She stuck a hand into one of the many folds that adorned her side and made an astounding discovery.
	“So that’s where it went.”
	Her phone was still vibrating in her hand, alerting her to an incoming call. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to say how absurd it was to find something so large in one of the blubbery pockets that adorned her body, but it was getting to be a common occurrence. Still, it wasn’t as bad as that time she lost a file at work only for someone to point out that it was stuck in her cleavage.
	“Hello?” she answered.
	“Hey honey. I’ve been trying to reach you for a while,” came the voice of her husband. “Have you been keeping yourself busy?”
	“Oh, just catching up on a little… work. But I may have… stumbled, a little.”
	“Anything I can help with?”
	Naoto paused for a moment. What did she really want? No, that was obvious.
	“I just want you.” Then she added in almost a whisper. “And maybe some takeout. Lots of both, preferably.”