Hamuko's Gaining

	The doorbell to the Iwatodai Dorms rang throughout its halls.
	“I got it!” yelled Hamuko as she skipped across the living room. The energetic girl seemed to barely touch the floor as she made a beeline for the door.
	“Expecting a friend?” asked Yukari from the sofa, not even looking up from her fashion magazine.
	“Yup! Rio said she would be coming over so we can work on our assignments together. I haven’t had a friend over to my room in forever, so I’m really excited!” She reached for the door and threw it open with a little too much energy, slamming it against the wall with excessive force. “Come on in,” Hamuko said.
	However, the delivery boy on the other side was quite startled by the sudden explosion of enthusiasm. “Uh, sorry, I have a delivery for… Hamuko?”
	“Huh?” Her enthusiasm quickly turned into confusion. She stared at the pile of thin boxes he was carrying and recognized the logo as a local pizza place.
	“It says I have here… five boxes of teriyaki pizza, three boxes of sushi pizza and a box of pepperoni. Also a couple bottles of cola and a basket of bread. All paid for in advance, so you’re all set.”
	The boxes were thrust into Hamuko’s empty hands without giving her a second to react. The door was shut and she was left confused and carrying an armful of food so tall she could barely see over it.
	“But I didn’t order anything?” she said dumbfounded, wondering if she had a sudden bout of amnesia that made her forget ordering more food than she would eat in a week. “But then, these are my favorite types of pizza...”
	Yukari put down her magazine, opened a box and stole a single slice from the top. “Well, does it matter?” She gulped down a bite. “He said it was paid for, right? Who can complain about free food? Hey, maybe Rio ordered it before coming over?” She wiped off her hands, finishing the slice and returned to the sofa.
	Tipping her head to the side, Hamuko let out a sigh. “I suppose a few snacks for tonight couldn’t hurt, right?”

	“It hurts… It hurts a lot...” whined Hamuko from the sofa. It was a full day later and she was still full as she had ever been. She placed her hands upon the small mound that was filling up the middle of her pink sweater. She felt like several small children had decided to sit on her gut and refused to move.
	“Well you look like crap,” said Yukari, taking a seat beside her.
	“Gee, thanks,” said Hamuko sarcastically.
	“Sorry, that came out wrong. Are you okay?”
	Hamuko forced herself to sit up, which was quite uncomfortable. “Rio never showed up. She got too busy with her club. And there was too much food to throw it away or store, so I just finished it all by myself. I’m just glad it’s Sunday because I’d never be able to go to school feeling like this. I never want to see food again.”
	Yukari put a hand on the poor stuffed girl’s head and patted her gently. “You’ll be fine. Just get some rest. But that does remind me. Did you ever find out who sent it?
	Hamuko shook her head gently. “No clue. It was all my favorite stuff, but I know I didn’t order it.”
	“Well then, who did?” asked Yukari.
	Ding dong went the doorbell.
	“Wait here, I’ll get it,” said Yukari.
	Hamuko stuck her tongue out teasingly. “Yeah, because I was going to jump up and answer the door in this state.”
	A few minutes later, Yukari returned. “So, hey, you sure you don’t know who ordered all that food yesterday?” she asked.
	Hamuko slowly turned towards Yukari, suspicion in her eyes. “Why are you asking?”
	A large box was dropped onto the coffee table. “Because whoever it is sent a new batch. This is the first box.”
	The SEES leader’s face became extremely pale. “Oh gods, out of how many?”
	“You probably don’t want to know,” answered Yukari, refusing to make eye contact. “But hey, isn’t this your favorite?” She pulled out a small cookie covered in nuts and various spices.
	“I don’t care what it is, I’m way too full to—Is that a macadamia cookie with caramel and chocolate?” Drool began to pool in her mouth.
	“Looks like it. But the only way to be sure...” With one finger, Yukari forced the tiny morsel into her waiting lips, savoring the taste on her tongue. “Yup, that’s what it is.” She gently licked her finger, making sure not to miss a crumb. “And they’re good, too.”
	An aura of pure devastation radiated off of Hamuko as she watched the cookie be devoured. She looked like she had just witnessed the untimely demise of a beloved childhood pet.
	Yukari picked up another cookie and held it near her mouth, her lips wide open. But before it touched her tongue, she let her gaze fall back on the dismayed Hamuko.
	“What’s wrong?” she asked. “I thought you said you were too full to eat anything ever again,” her voice teasing and smarmy.
	Hamuko’s tongue circled around her lips. “W-well, I always have room for dessert, so maybe just a few wouldn’t hurt...”

	“It’s not going to be just a few,” said Mitsuru, staring with intent at the team leader.
	“No, no, I swear. Just a few more,” said Hamuko. “There’s only a couple left.”
	Mitsuru sighed, putting her palm directly over her forehead, brushing her bangs aside. “When you say ‘a couple left,’ do you mean there are a couple more doughnuts left, or are you saying there are a couple more boxes of doughnuts left?”
	After another treat dropped into Hamuko’s growing stomach, she smiled sheepishly. “Umm… the second one. But these ones are only half-covered in frosting.”
	With a groan, Mitsuru looked at the perky girl sitting in front of her at the dorm’s dining room table. A week of stuffing her face was starting to have visible effects on her. Her school uniform was getting tighter around the midsection and her chest seemed to have gone up a size or two. All around, she had become a bit fuller, in multiple senses of the word. For someone who was the team’s greatest asset in battle, this wasn’t yet a problem, but it was concerning.
	However, Mitsuru struggled to find the words. She didn’t want to be too harsh and to call a good friend fat to their face was a bit much. “Look, this needs to stop. But we can talk about this another time,” she said.
	Leaving Hamuko to her food, Mitsuru climbed the stairs back to her room, only to find Yukari standing beside the door.
	“Oh hey, Mitsuru, I wanted to talk to you,” said Yukari. “You had a delivery earlier today. I put it on your table.”
	Furrowing her brows, Mitsuru probed her memory. Was there something she was waiting for?
	“Wait,” she said. “It must be those new components to fix the console upstairs. I thought they wouldn’t be arriving for another week. Thank you, Yukari.”
	With a smile, Yukari gave her a wave. “It’s no problem, I was heading up here anyway. Good-night.”
	Mitsuru said her good-byes as well and went to inspect her package. However, opening the plain looking box, it was not computer components, but something she had definitely not ordered.
	“B-burgers? Fries?” she exclaimed.
	A greasy smell wafted through the air. She would know it anywhere. It was the fragrant aroma of Wild Duck Burger. After Hamuko had introduced her to the fast food chain, she had developed a taste for the cheap, addicting meals. She had come to enjoy them too much. As such, she had forbidden herself from ordering anything herself.
	“W-well, I didn’t order it, so it doesn’t count, right?” she said unconvincingly. “I’ve abstained for so long, and such efforts do deserve a small reward.”
	Her words were nothing more than flimsy excuses, but excuses were what she wanted. She lifted a greasy burger to her lips and dug in. The salty goodness raced from her tongue to her brain, instantly sending her into a familiar high. Moments later, the rest of the burger joined that first bite, followed by a carton of fries and a bottle of cola.
	She let out a gasp of air, as if coming up from a deep dive, and panted. She had indulged, but she was still not sated. And the box contained so much more. And there were so many boxes.
	She took out another burger and stared at it hungrily. All her life she had been fed a diet of rich cuisine from the top chefs of the world. The finest foods from around the world were always at her lips. And it became dull. But this was different. It was cheap, it was crude but it was real and it was addicting. It wasn’t nutritious, it wasn’t part of a balanced meal, but it was what she wanted.
	So with drool dripping from her lips and all of her manners melting away, she tore into each and every piece of greasy goodness until there was nothing left.
	“It’s okay,” she said to herself between bites. “I won’t let this get out of hand.”

	“This may have gotten out of hand,” Mitsuru said as she wiped the last of the grease from her lips.
	Across from her, Hamuko pulled her seat back from the dining room table, lifted her sweater high so as to give her swollen gut some air before reaching underneath it to undo her belt. As soon as the belt was loosened, the entirety of the jiggling ball of fat that had taken over her midsection came pouring out, landing in her lap and forcing her jeans down lower and lower. She pulled a hand back and gave her pink food basket a hearty slap.
	“Urp!” She let loose a little burp before grabbing one of the few remaining cookies in front of her. “Sorry, were you saying something, Mitsuru?”
	“No, it was nothing,” said Mitsuru.
	She looked over the remains of their dinner. Empty boxes of food were everywhere. Empty fast food wrappers and bakery bags were everywhere. Of course, they had become a common sight in the dorm ever since they started showing up on a daily basis.
	And her eyes constantly ended up fixated on the wobbling belly jutting out from Hamuko. The combat team leader had completely let herself go. Her appetite had grown in tandem with her stomach and seemed to get worse everyday. Over the past few weeks her stomach had suffered the vast majority of her new vastness, but the rest of her had not fared much better. Her chest had been nice though nothing to write home about, but her cup sizes had jumped up a letter or two. Even her arms and legs had beefed up a bit. When she wore the SEES armband, it became snug as it clung to her chubby arms. But it was hard to look away from the nearly spherical blob that bounced and filled up her lap.
	Mitsuru wanted to say something, but felt she was not one to talk. The preceding week had not been any kinder to her. She lacked Hamuko’s belly, but every inch of her had softened. Her chest had seen the most growth, but her ass was wide, her thighs were thick and even her face was becoming fuller. She had always been blessed with a sizable chest, but now her black riding jacket struggled to stay closed as the milky flesh underneath it expanded at an alarming rate. The new mammary flesh rested upon a growing gut which poked out from under the hem. Together, the threatened the pearly white buttons on the front of her outfit. It was a well-tailored top, but good stitching could only do so much. Between this and the way her burgeoning thighs pressed into her skirt, it gave her no right to complain about anyone else’s appearance.
	This was not helped by the looks that the boys gave them. Junpei, Akihiko and Ken chose that moment to return together, chatting and laughing about the day’s events. That is, until the they came across the culinary massacre of the dining room table.
	“O-oh, uh, hey,” said Jumpei to Hamuko, seemingly finding something very interesting on the ceiling to focus on.
	“Oh hey, Junpei. Did you want to go out and get some dinner at the mall?” asked Hamuko cheerfully.
	“Uh, n-no thanks. I’ve got… stuff… that needs to be… uh… done. M-maybe next time,” he said before running to the stairs.
	“Alright, catch you later then,” said Hamuko before returning to see if there were any boxes she may have overlooked.
	Mitsuru’s eyes met with Akihiko’s. Both of them clearly had something they wanted to say, but neither of them needed to say anything. So quietly, he and Ken went back up stairs.
	Mitsuru rubbed her temples. “At least it can’t get much worse.”
	“Oh, there you guys are,” said Fuuka, coming down the stairs. “I don’t mean to intrude, but did you order anything? Aigis has been delivering these boxes into my room for the last hour.” The teal-haired girl lifted a cookie to her lips. “I don’t mind so much as they seem pretty good, but I know I didn’t order them and all Aigis will say is that they’re all addressed to the dorm.”

	“Has anyone seen my laptop?” asked Fuuka.
	“Did you perhaps leave it upstairs?” asked Aigis.
	Fuuka looked at the vast staircase going up several floors and instantly felt tired just looking at it. That would have to be a last resort. The last month of binge eating had been very hard on her until she had become very soft. Stairs had become her mortal enemy and a part of her thought maybe about asking Mitsuru if they could swap out the girls’ rooms on the third floor with the boys’ rooms on the second. Moving the girls’ rooms to the first floor was probably a bit much, though.
	Still, she had to find her laptop. So she made her way around the entrance hall, albeit slowly.
	“Do you require any assistance?” asked Aigis.
	Fuuka shook her head. “I-I’ll be fine, but thank you.” Right, it’s not like she couldn’t move around on her own. She just had trouble with stairs. And her desk at school. And occasionally a doorway. But she was still capable of moving on her own. Even if she had given up on wearing her school uniform and now permanently wore her gym sweatpants and sweatshirt. Yes, the band of her sweatpants were stretched to the absolute limit. Yes, it squeezed her meaty hip flesh until a muffin top poured over the band. Yes, when she walked she often felt her tree trunk thighs rubbing against each other. Yes, the sweatshirt only covered her growing stomach up to the topmost roll of fat, leaving the entire bottom roll exposed and dangling over her groin. But… but… there was a but in there somewhere, besides the obvious one which enveloped her chair at school.
	Tired and demotivated, Fuuka waddled over to the recliner. She didn’t even bother to clear off the many junk food wrappers she had left there earlier that day. She just sat down her twin cheeks wedging themselves between the arm rests.
	“Ah!” She suddenly shrieked as something poked into her ass. Well, a lot of things did that, but this was something wide, cold and flat. She stood up as fast as she could, which was admittedly not particularly fast, brushed off the debris, and there was her laptop.
	“Oh, thank goodness,” she said. And thank goodness her weight was so distributed that she hadn’t crushed the expensive device.
	She sat back down, grabbed the nearest unopened box of sweets, placed the laptop on her expanding stomach as a makeshift table and opened it up.
	She then remembered the missing ‘but’ she was looking for before. At least she wasn’t as big as Mitsuru.

	“Are you sure this is all that will fit?” asked Mitsuru.
	“Quite sure, Madam,” said a young, dark haired maid. “We had several other outfits prepared but by the time they arrived, the… proportions were no longer adequate.”
	Mitsuru was sure they were trying to put one over on her, but then being unable to get anything over herself was the entire problem. So if the only thing she had to wear was an extremely tight black leather catsuit, she only had herself to blame. Still, who had ordered this suit be made? It certainly wasn’t her. But it would have to be someone who knew her measurements, which narrowed it down to…
	She glanced at her maids, who remained as tight lipped as ever. Though she swears she could see a bead of sweat dripping from their foreheads. Still, it made no difference. Regardless, she needed to be able to wear something, anything. Even if it was utterly humiliating. Even if the maids seem to enjoy pressing and stuffing her into it like a Christmas ham into a sandwich bag. She was even seriously considering taking up Yukari’s offer to go shopping for a new outfit, though she knew it would be in vain. No store was going to carry her size.
	She looked herself in the mirror. Her suit looked more like a giant tarp, but it needed to to cover her up. Her belly hung so low it almost reached her knees, which themselves had become buried a cross-section of fat rolls meeting together. Her ever widening ass had reached the point that at school she was forced to use two chairs to sit down, at least until she used her student council powers to order some new desk and extra wide chairs. Her double chin was now extremely prominent and her neck seemed to merge with her shoulders.
	But all of that was easy to overlook compared to the dangling pair of udders stuck to her chest. Each breast had eclipsed her head several times over.  There wasn’t a bra on Earth that would contain them, so they had to make one. If not for that bra and her belly, they would have nearly reached her waist. Instead, they were merely an encumbering pair of melons on steroids that made for an amazing makeshift pillow, but also made it impossible to read anything on a desk or to see anything below her midsection. She had long since given up using a table or desk like normal and instead used them to support her massive mammaries and then used them as a table instead. At least the cleavage made for a decent place to hold a book open as she read.
	But the more she dwelled on her appearance, the sadder she became, and the sadder she became, the hungrier she got. Even now, looking at her ridiculous form, hundreds of pounds crammed into an uncomfortably tight and sprawling layer of leather, she could still hear her stomach rumbling. This was unacceptable for someone in her position. And if this continued, the only position she’d be suited for was lying prone on a reinforced bed.
	“Shall I get dinner prepared, madam?” asked one maid.
	“Ah, uh, I really shouldn’t. I should try to...”
	GURGLE.
	A rumbling from her stomach protested her protest. “M-maybe starting tomorrow I can fix this. So, please, get started.”
	Mitsuru took one last look at her self in the mirror and sighed. There was so much work to do. “And maybe once I get in shape, I can help Hamuko. I don’t know how that girl managed to get even bigger than me.”

	“Need any help, Hamuko?” asked Yukari.
	“N-No, I’ve got… I’ve got… this...”
	RIIIIIIIIIIP.
	The school skirt that Hamuko had been desperately trying to put on was now torn in half and lying in a pile on the floor. The team leader was left bottomless save for a pair of dark black panties that were more like a circus tent and even they disappeared into the folds of her hips and thighs, with the remainder disappearing in her crack. From Yukari’s point of view, it was like she really had nothing on below the belt.
	“Oh shoot. That was the only skirt that fit me. And I just got it altered, too,” she said.
	“I told you it wasn’t going to fit,” said Yukari. “But hey, I got something that’ll fit.”
	Yukari exited Hamuko’s room and returned a minute later, carrying an armful of fabric. It was a Gekkoukan uniform even larger than the one Hamuko had been trying to put on. Yukari pulled out a skirt that was so wide at least five or six of her could stand side to side inside of it with room to spare.
	“Hey, where’d you get that?” asked Hamuko.
	“Got it specially made. I know some excellent tailors. Need help putting it on?”
	Hamuko blushed and scratched her cheek. “A heh heh heh… yeah, that’d be nice.”
	“Sure, no problem.” Yukari walked behind Hamuko and got to work.
	It was hard to believe that a few months ago that this girl was once thin as could be. Now, she was like an overstuffed elephant that had eaten another overstuffed elephant. Trying to help her get dressed was like trying to wrap a bed sheet around a sequoia.
	“Okay, you hold it at the front, and I’ll go around, okay?” said Yukari.
	“Got it,” replied Hamuko, holding the hem up.
	Yukari circled around, taking in Hamuko’s massive cheeks. Each one felt like it would be an armful, with a crack so deep it felt like you could lose a small child in it. It took several seconds for Yukari to walk all around, finally coming across another problem, Hamuko’s belly.
	If her ass was massive, her stomach was absolutely colossal. Yukari was certain she couldn’t lift that gargantuan gut with both hands. It jutted out several feet off her torso and hung well below her knees. Somehow it remained incredibly smooth and round, like a globe of fat, compared to Fuuka and Mitsuru’s roll covered bodies, but gravity still paid a hefty toll. Yukari got lost for a second in the endless belly button in front of her before returning to the question of how to hook the skirt around. They could go over the belly and leave that in the skirt or try and go under it. Lifting it was out of the question unless several more people were to get involved, but Yukari got on her knees and lifted the hem under her gut. Fortunately, the weight of the belly held the skirt in place, allowing her to finally hook the ends together.
	“Wow, thanks, Yukari. It was getting impossible to—huh?”
	Hamuko was startled as she felt something grab her from behind. Yukari was behind her, trying to wrap her arms around her and sinking her hands into her massive belly flesh.
	“Mmmm...” Yukari sighed contentedly as she pushed her face into the wall of back fat in front of her. “It’s even better than I imagined...”
	“Y-Yukari, what are you doing?” asked Hamuko nervously.
	“Exactly what I’ve been waiting to do. Now come on. Let’s do the rest of your outfit.”
	Yukari grabbed Hamuko’s school top and simply tore it off. It didn’t take much effort to turn the garment into tatters. It was a slightly better fit than the skirt, but it was still at its limits. She was now left in a very distraught button up dress shirt that wasn’t long for this world. The buttons were straining to hold back walls of flesh and pockets of flab were aching to push through the cracks. Even the seams on the sleeves were coming undone, revealing plenty of lower arm fat.
	“Wait, I don’t understand!” cried Hamuko.
	“Just go with it,” said Yukari, giving her team leader a push.
	With such poor balance and being taken by surprise, all Hamuko could do was fall backwards onto her floor with a massive slam that woke people in houses down the street. The slam also sent waves through the girl’s rounded form, which was the final straw. Her dress shirt exploded open as the buttons gave out and launched themselves across the room. Yukari tore off the scraps that remained, leaving Hamuko topless but for a bra that too was about at its limits, barely holding back a pair of head-sized breasts.
	Hamuko covered her chest, seemingly in shock. But Yukari was calm, if a little frustrated.
	“Damn, the shirt will fit, but we’ll need a new bra. The one I got is too small. Well, that’s easy enough to fix.”
	Then an idea came to Hamuko.
	“Yukari, how did you know my sizes? How did you prepare all this stuff in advance?”
	Yukari smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. “Oh, I’ve been teaming up with Mitsuru’s maids. We’re the ones sending you all the food. They’re also excellent tailors, so I’ve been having them do some work. Though I still can’t believe they actually got Mitsuru to wear that catsuit. It was amazing!”
	Hamuko blinked. “Wait, you? But...” Her mind seemed to blank out. “Why?”
	“Because, just look at yourself!”
	Yukari gestured at Hamuko. The girl was sitting on her floor in a skirt and a strained black bra. Her gigantic gut was so massive that it literally pushed out past her feet. There was undoubtedly over a quarter ton of girl all packed into there, and every last inch of it, from her stubby ankles that threatened to envelop her feet to her chubby, triple chinned face were soft and pink.
	Yukari seemed almost ready to start drooling. “What more could you ask for?”
	Hamuko looked at herself. She prodded her gut, which she couldn’t even begin to wrap her arms around. Her arms themselves were stubby and fat. Even her fingers were like sausages, the thought of which only made her hungry.
	She scowled. “Actually, I can think of a few things I’m not satisfied with.”
	Yukari tilted her head. “Oh? And what is that?”
	With a smile, Hamuko pointed to her stomach. “Well, for one thing, my stomach doesn’t quite reach the floor when I stand. And Fuuka hasn’t even broken a chair yet. And I want to see how far Mitsuru’s catsuit can be stretched.” A rumble echoed throughout the room, originating from her stomach. “And most of all, I’d like some dinner. And fast!”
	Yukari laughed long and hard. “I think we can arrange for all of that.” And then she knelt down, pressing her face into the largest belly she’d ever seen. “So, how about we get started?”