Fuuka/Minato

It was a peaceful evening for Fuuka Yamagishi; she had no bigger plans that night than to make a little progress on her college portfolio and maybe do some light reading, or in other words a perfect way to cap off her day. Her fingers delicately reached for another chip in an almost empty bag and she bit into it with a satisfying crunch. Sour cream and onion was so much better than plain!

A knock on the door interrupted her idle snacking. “Who is it?” she asked curiously, usually people didn’t come to her room this late unless it was something or unless it was…

“It’s me,” came a somewhat bland sounding voice from the other side. Immediately, Fuuka made sure she looked at least somewhat presentable, wiping away some crumbs that landed on her lap and stomach bulge. “Come in,” she called out, a bit too comfortable in her seat to want to get up right now. In stepped a handsome blue haired youth known to most as Minato Arisato, but known to her as her boyfriend, the custom headphones she had built now hanging around his neck a testament to that fact. “I went to Wild Duck today, thought you might want some.” A bag of greasy fast food was dropped right onto her desk which made the green haired girl purse her lips. “Thank you, Minato. But…”

“But what?”

“Well it’s just that…this is the fourth time you’ve stopped by Wild Duck this week.” She didn’t mention the fact that two of those times were with her, a fact that was made quite evident by the outline her plump stomach made in her dress. “Don’t you think that maybe there are other things you should be eating?”

Fuuka knew it was quite hypocritical for her of all people to lecture someone about healthy eating and never was one for confrontation, but her boyfriend was probably in need of such a lecture. One thing the girl had learned in their time dating was that Minato liked to eat. A lot. So much in fact that the engineering student in her always wondered where he put it all. Always up to go grab a bite to eat, lunch and dinner dates happened multiple times a week but still being high school students, their only options were cheap, calorie heavy fast food places and diners. Even when she’d exit places, stuffed to the gills and leaning back just to make her stomach comfortable, he’d be walking right beside her like the meal he just demolished was a light snack and he could go for another one! It wouldn’t have even really registered as a problem if a few months of somewhat copying his habits hadn’t made her start packing on weight at a worryingly fast pace.

There was no way around it, Fuuka Yamagishi was officially plump, still not having had the courage to put a number to it but she doubted she was anywhere under 150. A flabby potbelly had attached itself right on her middle giving her the figure of a woman in her final trimester of pregnancy. She found herself putting her arms in front of it at school and in public to try to minimize its size, thankful her sleeves covered up her fatty arms that had a new layer of excess jiggling about whenever she moved. Her stomach would bounce bounce bounce up and down like a plate of jelly, making her thankful she had a skirt to tuck it into, even if it was starting to dig in when she sat down. Even her thighs had thickened, her stockings clinging to them like two plump sausages.
Most of it was due to her sedentary lifestyle to be sure, if she exercised as much as Minato and the rest of SEES, she’d probably be twenty pounds lighter. And it’s not like he ever forced her to eat that much, but it was just so easy to lose track of how much you’re eating with someone like Minato as your eating partner, so easy to pick and nibble until you were cradling your full belly and cursing at yourself for not watching what you were eating. She could easily so no to his invites but…she really didn’t want to. Minato was her first boyfriend and going out with him was worth a few love pounds in her opinion. In fact, he didn’t seem to mind them at all and had certainly brushed his fingers against her belly while they cuddled before; she never could quite muster up the courage to ask though.

Sensing her apprehension, the bluenette just shrugged. “Do you not want it?” he asked, referring to the bag on her desk. To her great chagrin, Fuuka’s flabby tummy picked that moment to growl for food, unsatisfied with the chips she’d been idly shoving into it for the past half hour. “N-no, I still want it,” she mumbled while not meeting his eyes. She’d been taken out to eat enough times to start developing favorites and she could smell the caramelized onions calling out to her, begging to be eaten. Sighing, she reached into the bag and pulled out a juicy burger with her name on it. Realizing she was seeming ungrateful, the shy girl smiled and thanked her boyfriend for “dinner.” He said nothing and pecked her on the cheek before heading out, leaving his girlfriend a blushing mess. When she regained her composure a bit, Fuuka began to dig into her big burger, figuring one night of indulgence wouldn’t really change anything. It was no wonder Minato couldn’t seem to go a day without fast food, it really was quite good, and it wasn’t long before she was back into her work, alternating between burger and fries.

Fast food was quite insidious in that the more you ate, the more you craved, and the bag of chips ended up emptied as well; Fuuka figured that her diet was already ruined, and if she went to bed full, she’d get a fresh start in the morning. During a study break, the girl realized that her hand was unconsciously resting on her gut again, it had been doing that a lot more as she got fatter, like it was becoming a natural resting place. And she should have been sitting up straight but lounging just was so much more comfortable when you were chubby like she was, even her posture was reminding her of how much she’d let herself go.


“He shouldn’t be eating fast food every day,” she declared confidently. “But it’s not like he really has a choice.” That’s when an idea struck her, and she shuffled around in her seat to sit up properly. “If he had someone to cook for him, then maybe we both would ended up eating better.” She’d claimed that she was giving up on cooking but perhaps she shouldn’t have been so hasty. Sure, Fuuka had been trying to do it for the wrong reason of wanting to seem more feminine, but if she was cooking for someone else’s sake, then was there really a problem? And if, hypothetically, in the far future, if they ever got married, he’d probably appreciate a wife who could cook. Her own thoughts turned her beat red, but after clearing her head with a vigorous shake, she found the idea of taking up cooking again sticking.

“Maybe doing it for a good reason will make things turn out differently. And if I’m successful…we’ll get to spend more time together.” That settled it and Fuuka promised herself she’d start…tomorrow. Right now, her stomach was a bit too bloated and full to do much more than fall asleep.
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“Thank you for helping me Aigis, I don’t know if I’d be able to carry all these bags on my own.” Just seeing all of them was enough to cause her arms to strain with a phantom pain and having to carry them all the way to school would probably be pure torture.

“It is no problem Yamagishi-san, after all it is for his benefit.” Fuuka blushed a little but nodded her head to the robot’s statement. She was the only one she had told so far as the navigator wanted to keep it under wraps for a while, at least until she had some level of skill. The last time she’d cooked, she’d made some rather bland tasting rice balls for everyone and that was the furthest she got, Fuuka was hoping to see a lot more progress from this endeavor and the amount of food she’d brought to put in the fridge reflected that. The girl took a seat and let out a puff of air, not exhausted, but a little out of breath from the trek down here, light perspiration coming in under her arms and near the small of her back. More worryingly though was the creak the chair she sat on let out. “I-it’s just an old chair,” she made sure to tell herself.

“If that will be all, I must return to my monitoring duties,” Aigis said after she had finished putting the groceries away. Fuuka nodded and was left alone in the room, just her and a large amount of food. “Well…I should get started.”

Even standing up took a slighter more noticeable amount of effort now that she was chubby, no longer could she simply sit up and step off the chair, she had to rock herself forward a bit and it wouldn’t be long before she needed to use the chair’s arms as support. Fingers drumming on her gut, the amateur cook wracked her brain for what she could make before settling on a simple tray of sugar cookies. Something nice and easy to get her back on her feet with low risk of screwing up. Reaching up into the fridge, she tried not to let her new stomach brushing against the door bother her, or the way the tops of her thighs brushed on the way back to the stove, or how fat her butt probably looked when she’d bend over to get something from the lower cabinets.

To her immense surprise, things seemingly went off without a hitch and it wasn’t long before she had a piping hot tray of cookies in front of her. They smelled good, really good, so good that her mouth started to water. “I shouldn’t,” she mumbled to herself. One of the largest reasons for her weight gain had been trying to limit herself in the morning and afternoon only to crack and start snacking on junk in the evening so to mitigate that, Fuuka had started having filling meals, perhaps too filling; an appetite that was indulged only got bigger and bigger no matter how spaced apart the meals were and even then, it wasn’t like she’d gone cold turkey on snacking. Even now, she knew what the consequences would be, but her mind was working extra hard to think of an excuse to do it anyway.

“If I don’t taste it…I won’t know if it came out well.” She eventually settled on and shoved a cookie in her mouth with surprising speed.

“*Oomph* mmmm.” It was buttery and creamy just like the sweets shop by Iwatodai Station. Not high-class cuisine by any means, but quite satisfying to let melt on your tongue. Licking her lips, Fuuka allowed herself a smile. “He’s going to love these, I knew that extra stick of butter was a good idea.

“I should probably throw the rest of these out,” she said regretfully, placing a finger to her lip as she did so. “But…that would just be so wasteful.” She took a zip lock bag for the rest and greedily scraped them in, taking one out immediately to munch on. “I-it’s just some cookies, it can’t be that bad compared to burgers or chips. If I go easy on dinner, then I’m sure it will be fine.”

But as tonight was another date night with her beloved Minato, she didn’t end up going easy on dinner, or the cookies for that matter. Eight hours later, the bag sat on her desk, emptied except for a few crumbs that were also on Fuuka’s cheeks and protruding stomach, her diet for the day had already been ruined so what was the harm in indulging her sweet tooth a little? “I-I’ll just have to do better tomorrow,” she told herself. “And not eat so much when out with Minato *urp*.”
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“*Er* Fuuka, isn’t that food supposed to be for Minato?”

“*Mmph* The green haired girl popped her sauce coated finger out of her mouth and swallowed her mouthful of food, turning to face her friend. “Y-yes but I need to taste test, to make sure it turns out okay.” If it was anyone else, Yukari probably would have drilled into them more, but since it was Fuuka, she just shrugged and sighed trying her best not to look at the pillow the girl had for a stomach. The slender little engineer of days past having fed herself up into a proper fatty. The heat of the kitchen seemed to be getting to her and she brought a fleshier arm up to her forehead, flab jiggling as she did so. She proceeded to pop half of a sausage into her mouth, smacking her lips as she did so, Yukari realizing that nowadays it was hard to tell when her mouth was full due to the excess fat in her face.

“So hot,” Fuuka complained, tugging down at her loose green tee in a desperate attempt to cover her stomach all the way. It failed. Doing some last-minute touch ups around the kitchen used to have her flitting about and movie quickly from place to place, but now it was a more plodding affair, especially with that overfed stomach of hers adding weight to every movement. A rotund butterball, even her white sweatpants were clinging to her tight having to contend with both her lower gut and her heavier hips.

“That…that should be everything I think, *hwoh*” Having been on her feet for the past few hours, Fuuka thought sitting down sounded pretty good right now. Fuuka sitting down used to be dainty and lady like, but nowadays she just sort of plopped down and sprawled into it, hand resting on her belly button. Attempting to sit up straight, Fuuka’s flabby belly sat fatly in her thickened lap clearly outlined in her pants like a sack of flour. Her top also outlined her still rather inadequate breasts. Or at least inadequate compared to the rest of her. Never a busty girl, they’d taken on enough weight to bounce in tune with her gut when she was braless.

“You’ve *uh* you’ve been putting on a lot of weight Fuuka,” Yukari finally came out and said. The other girl sighted in response. “I know, it’s all these fast food dates Minato and I have been going on. But that’s all about to change today and we can both get back to healthy eating.”

Yukari highly doubted something she only did a few times a week had that big of an effect on her waistline, not when she saw her wolfing down sample after sample anyway. But the front door of the dorm opening cut off her remark and she decided to let Fuuka have her little moment. The girl was so sweet that even Yukari would rather avoid hurting her feelings if she could help it.

“Well alright, just…maybe start going for a walk in the evening okay?” Fuuka nodded but Yukari could tell she wasn’t really listening and decided to give the two love birds some privacy.

“Hey,” the blue haired boy said. “Did you want to go to Wild Duck today? They’re having a special.” Fuuka took a deep breath and rocked back and forth to get back on her feet; this was the moment she had been waiting for. “*Whew* a-actually Minato, I made us dinner. I’d really like it if you gave it a try.” Minato looked to his girlfriend and then to her spread. It wasn’t anything too impressive, just a plate piled high with sausage dogs, but they sure did smell pretty good. “Whatever,” he said with a shrug and sat down at the table. His interest was piqued though, when she shuffled into the kitchen and brought out a second plate for herself, meaning that all of these were for him and he didn’t have to share.

“I hope you- “but before the words were even out of her mouth, Minato had already begun to dig in. “Oh w-well never mind.” It was hard for her to be upset since he was making such favorable sounds to her cooking. Sitting down, she began to dig into her own food; cooking up a storm was hungry work! Eventually, he gave his stomach a pat, not completely full but proof that he was satisfied. Fuuka on the other hand was completely stuffed, leaning back in her chair and puffing a bit, happy that all her clothing was so loose. “This will help wean us both off junk food,” she thought confidently to herself but aloud she asked if Minato would like for her to cook for him more.

“Sure, I guess. Thanks, Fuuka.” He walked over and gave his plump girlfriend a nice hug which after a moment of shocked hesitation, she gladly returned. For a girl like Fuuka, that simple act was enough to motivate her for the next few months at least and as she watched him retreat up the stairs she began to think to herself, “a proper dinner is nice but what he really needs is a proper breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I should get to practicing and *mmm* taste testing."

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Two weeks later, Fuuka was in the middle of whisking up some eggs using her soft belly as a kind of bowl rest for her stirring. Pausing to help herself to a cinnamon bun, she couldn’t help but be pleased with her progress. From simple bacon and eggs to an entire spread all in just two short weeks, her cooking had improved immensely. Having Aigis download several tutorial programs certainly helped but if she was to give credit to one thing, it was probably how much she’d come to appreciate food. No longer treating eating as something you had to do three times a day, it was like a mental block had been lifted. What Fuuka didn’t realize is that one’s cooking is morphed by their taste buds and her food was exactly the kind of thing you’d find in some greasy diner.

When Minato came down the stairs, she was pleased as punch to see him sit right down at the kitchen table for breakfast instead of heading out the door to grab something to eat on the way. “I’ve finally gotten him off that fast food, and with how much I move around the kitchen now, these pounds will melt off in no time!” She leaned over her boyfriend to put his food in front of him, ignoring the way her pudgy gut pressed against his arm and the way she could feel gravity trying to make everything dangle. “I hope you enjoy,” she said like she always said. Makoto as usual, said nothing in response but she swore she could see him smile a bit when he started to dig in. She had eaten her own breakfast already, so there wasn’t much to do except plate him when he was empty and keep an eye on the clock. That last part was hard though since it was mesmerizing to watch him eat. Minato ate at the same speed from the moment his fork first hit the plate to the moment Fuuka’s watch beeped and it was time to head off for school. He’d stuff his cheeks full of as much food as possible before swallowing, like he didn’t really care what he was eating, just that there was a lot of it. But honestly, Fuuka didn’t care about such things, just if he was enjoying himself, that was enough for her. To his mild surprise or amusement, it was hard to tell with Minato, she gave him a little peck on the cheek and asked him if the usual spot for lunch would be alright. “Sure,” was her reply, it might not have seemed like much to an outside observer, but “sure” in Fuuka’s eyes, was ten times better than “whatever.”

The tram ride to school had been awkward for the past month or so. No matter which way the tubby girl moved, she always felt like she was brushing into someone. Whether it be her gut or her fattened hips, she always had to be on hand with “excuse me” and “I’m sorry” for the entire trip. That feeling didn’t improve much at school as unfortunately, the amount of times she’d accidentally hip checked someone or knocked someone over with her mass while thinking of Minato were a bit too high for her liking. And the gossip certainly didn’t help things…

“Man look at that gut, you think she’s pregnant?” The gut in question was Fuuka’s now undeniably plump orb of a stomach, no longer the modest little potbelly of day’s past. Now it was like a big flabby dough loaf that could no longer be tucked into the waistband of her skirt. Oh, she tried and tried, but even with a larger size, she still couldn’t quite pull it over the bag of fat on her waist having to leave it bulging out to the fullest extent. It wasn’t all bad though, it made a nice stress relief pillow when she had to overhear gossip.

Huffing and puffing down the hall, she tried her best to ignore the giggling and mutterings of “fat” and “wide load.” But she didn’t let it bother her too much, she’d put on some love pounds, and now through sheer effort she had put herself and her boyfriend on a new diet plan. Besides, she was far too hungry right now to care about much else than filling her tummy.

Minato walked into the cooking club room to the sight of a wide Fuuka rear staring him right in the face, she swayed and shimmied it back and forth while she rummaged around in the fridge, too engrossed in her cooking to notice his arrival. He had to wonder how she put on those white stockings of hers in the morning with how they hugged her forming leg rolls, not to mention the fact she’d have to reach over that belly. Maybe she had Aigis help her.

Feeling a bit like a voyeur, he cleared his throat to grab her attention. Slowly, she heaved her upper body up, fat stomach shifting and moving up and down with gravity. Turning took a couple seconds longer than it used to as she had to shuffle her bulk around, but eventually he was met with her smiling pudgy face. “I have your lunch right here. Just give me one minute to heat it up okay?”

The convenience of having Fuuka whip up some lunch after school to save for tomorrow prevented him from having to go pick some up in the half hour the school gave them and meant he didn’t have to pack one himself either. Her little “health kick” was providing him with both delicious food while saving him time and effort. And…making his girlfriend cuter too if he had to say so. Even more cuddly than before.

“I made your favorite, a big steaming egg bowl.” Two hefty bowls of meat were nearly slammed on to the table as Fuuka’s weak little arms gave out. Putting two stools together so she could sit down, her butt easily spread across them like the egg on top of the beef in their bowl. Minato debated pointing out that her gut was eating the table a little before shrugging and deciding it was no big deal. Besides, his mouth was full.

“How was your day?” Fuuka asked him when he came through the door that evening. The bluenette gave a noncommittal shrug as usual and sat down for his third homecooked meal of the day without batting an eye. Like breakfast, it was ready for him before he arrived so there was nothing stopping him from digging in to some mouthwatering “healthy” hamburgers. He was distracted from his eating momentarily by a bashful looking fat girl with her gut inches from the side of his head. It wasn’t really her fault, she just wasn’t quite used to just how much space her pumpkin gut took up these days and still hadn’t properly adjusted to things. He decided it wasn’t that big of a deal anyway and continued stuffing his face while she looked on happily, her breath coming in heavier and her cheeks a very healthy shade of apple red to match their new shape. She’d become a fat girl and fast, he honestly felt a little bad, not everybody was born with his metabolism.

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“You have forged a bond that cannot be broken.”

“Later!” Mamoru said before jogging off. Minato let out a sigh he didn’t even know he’d been holding in. Finally, he could quit the jogging team and have a bit more time to himself; he didn’t hate it or anything, he was just a busy guy between sports, student council, studying, SEES, and everything else he had to do, he’d take some lenience where he could. Maybe now he could take Fuuka to that new movie she’d been wanting to see. Right on cue, his stomach began to growl, and he realized he and Mamoru had spent a while out with each other. His girlfriend would be a little upset if she learned they’d had a little bite to eat at Iwatodai, but it’s not like she would know if he cleaned his plate.

Tonight’s dinner was a heaping helping of spaghetti that almost made Minato smile from the irony. This would have been the perfect thing to eat before a jogging practice, but just because he didn’t need to carb up didn’t mean he was going to stop himself from enjoying some delicious homecooked pasta. He held up his plate for seconds and one very happy girl topped him off.

“J-just one…*hff*…one moment.” Minato could easily have done it himself, but for some reason Fuuka just loved doing it for him, so he let her handle it even if she wasn’t really the best candidate for the job. For one thing, the couch cushion she called a stomach was doing its best to ooze onto the table as much as possible and making further forward movement arduous at best and impossible at worst. Fuuka wasn’t particularly tall so it took a moment for her pudgy sausage fingers to grasp at the bowl, leaning in as much as her fat would let her. Never mind feeding someone else, even stuffing her own chipmunk cheeks had become a little difficult. When Minato had suggested she use her stomach as a table, she had been so embarrassed that her face remained red for the remainder of that evening. Well redder than it usually was being so fat and all. Far too addicted to her own cooking, Fuuka used the few times her boyfriend would take her out to eat as a convenient scapegoat for her continued weight gain, unable to quite muster up the resolve to say no to those either. But recent cuddlings and ticklings and at one point, Makoto using her stomach as a pillow made her reevaluate her contempt for her growth, maybe it wasn’t all bad after all. It would be a long while before it started to come off, so she might as well take it in stride until then. All this led to a happy fatty fluffy Fuuka that Makoto quite liked being around and a Fuuka he liked being “round.”

Her lower stomach roll hung down between her meaty thighs that the usually modest girl had to spread far to accommodate, though it was only moderately affected by gravity. Unlike her poor metabolism, she seemed to have been blessed with good genetics that allowed her to remain reasonably perky even after hundreds of pounds had piled on. The roll only further sagged in her attempts to reach forward and he swore he could hear fabric straining. Luckily, she managed to finish serving him before anything too embarrassing occurred. Flopping back in her seat, she let out a huff and smiled warmly at him, urging him to eat up.

Makoto alternated between slurping up individual noodles, twisting a bunch of them on a fork, dapping at his sauce spackled face with a napkin, munching on garlic bread, or watching his cute girlfriend stuff her own face.

“Oh *slurp* they’ll probably be sorry to hear that,” she said when he told her about his resignation. “But that will give you more time to study. *Um* exams are coming up so maybe we c-could *huff*…” he gave her a pat on her pudgy hand which brought a smile to her face. He didn’t interrupt her out of impatience, he just didn’t want her to tire herself out from talking too quickly and with too much excitement.

Makoto had to undo his belt at the end of dinner that night, Fuuka had been increasing her portion sizes lately and with three square meals a day with fast food runs and other snacks in between, well, even his stomach got a little stuffed around dinner time. A hand pressed down onto the table and the green haired girl huffed out an apology. Slowly but surely, she managed to hoist herself to her feet, taking a moment to rebalance herself, cute flabby arms forming a “t” before settling right back on her double gut.

Her porky thighs now rubbed together all the way down to her sunken in knees. Her lower half still couldn’t compete with that stomach that entered rooms before she did; it was certainly trying its best though, considering her fleshy butt took two full dining room chairs just to sit comfortably.

Awkwardly tottering back and forth like an obese mockery of a metronome, she collapsed on to the couch as soon as she was able, her feet briefly leaving the ground from the force of the impact. Thank goodness Koromaru or Ken wasn’t there.

Makoto had meant to go to the mall to maybe hang out with Mutatsu, but Fuuka kept having to stifle belches and she kept rubbing her gut and honestly, he felt kind of bad. “Belly rub?”

“Oh n-no I couldn’t poss-*hiccup*-poss-*buuurp*…yes please.” They went through a similar song and dance every time, and every time it ended with them side by side on the couch with Minato gently rubbing away.

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Today was Sunday, which meant a relatively uneventful afternoon and evening of playing an MMO and staying in. That wasn’t entirely true though, the withdrawn youth HAD been planning on training at Game Panic or maybe swinging by the shrine, but Fuuka had breakfast ready by the time he woke up. By the time he finished, he was feeling nice and settled already and decided gaming was how he’d spend to today. Usually he’d game fully clothed, but lately he had come to realize that since he was alone in his room anyway, it was more comfortable to just sit in his boxers. If he wore his skinny jeans, he’d just end up shifting around to get comfortable the whole time.

A knock sounded at his door and Aigis let herself in. “Lunch has arrived,” she announced to the one person in the room. His personal cyborg had come by earlier to clear off the dishes from breakfast and she even did the same for his dirty clothes. He didn’t want to take advantage of her or anything, but Aigis was not one to take “no” for an answer.

Strangely, the emotionless weapon seemed pleased by what she saw after giving him a once over, but he ignored it. He had long since stopped trying to figure out what exactly was going through her circuits. Instead, he turned back to his game while stuffing a handful of greasy, salty, homemade baked potato wedges into his mouth, indulging in a little finger licking since it was just him and his robot. Aigis eventually went out to go help Fuuka prepare dinner leaving Minato to enjoy himself. And enjoy himself he did, an entire homemade pizza to absentmindedly snack on throughout the day with the wedges and even a few breadsticks.

Before he knew it, three hours had gone by and his plates were cleared. It would still be a little while before dinner, so he decided to sneak a quick bag of chips from under his desk. Life was pretty good he thought to himself as he stifled a belch.

The only odd thing was that the waistband on his boxers were a little weird fitting and he had to adjust the fit around a bit. It was probably just the elastic on the band running out or something. He didn’t see it, but the truth was obvious to Aigis when she came in with his next meal. That fat pad on his waist, hidden by his baggy shirt but starting to push out against it more and more each day, wasn’t just for decoration.


“*Hff* t-thanks for…*hff*…th-thanks for *hff* taking me *huff* out today.”

Fuuka had been cooking almost non-stop for the past few weeks, at this point it was less about losing weight and more about doing something nice that she and her boyfriend both enjoyed. Regardless though, Minato felt like she could use a bit of a break and decided to treat her today. He had forgotten though, just how out of shape she had gotten.

“*Pant* *pant* I was…*hoo*…I was thinking…” the girl took a big swig out of her water bottle and took a moment to catch her breath. Her panting hadn’t been so bad until the last few blocks where it had gone into overdrive. For someone as fat as her, she could handle short distances reasonably well, it was only when she had to walk distance that it became a problem. She was a short thing, so even keeping up with her boyfriend took a lot out of her. It wasn’t the only problem she was facing though, hose fat glutes of hers were just barely wrapped up in the largest size skirt the school offered meaning her stockings had to leave a fat roll of thigh butter on display. They muffin topped over the rim of the white socks and they weren’t even close to the biggest part of her. That honor went to her still jaw dropping belly that made her green undershirt hug every bulge and floss between every roll. She was so big and fat, that people didn’t even notice the pudgy boy holding her hand.

Actually, chubby was being generous, as of last week he was really starting to border on fat. The former Gekkoukan track star now had a flabby stomach of his own, months of good eating and a more sedentary lifestyle having rounded him out nicely. Spending so much time with Fuuka certainly did him no favors and it was almost like people didn’t quite see his significant weight gain if fat Fuuka was near, including Fuuka herself.

“*Whoo*…anyway, I was thinking…*hff* we could do ramen today.” Minato nodded his head, hoping she’d be able to make the trip up the stairs. It was an arduous affair with at least two stops and every heavy step sent a worrying creak through the wood, but they eventually made it up. Her out of shape huffing and puffing was fortunate in that it helped mask his own heavier breathing just from the last flight alone. Muscles atrophied fast when you let them. The smell from Hagakure had both licking their lips and they put aside their fatigue to go in.

Her boyfriend pulled out two chairs for the green haired sweetheart like the gentleman he was, making her blush happily. Though her prince charming didn’t look quite as dashing as he used to, slumped posture making him look even fatter and heavier than the 200 or so he actually was. The boy didn’t even attempt to suck in letting everything droop and sag, pressing against his white undershirt and cramming his pants full of bread dough.

And yet despite all this, Minato ate on. He sat himself right down across from his girlfriend and dove headlong into the first ramen bowl of many, chatting briefly in the few breaths he could get between stuffing his face. He didn’t even seem to react when after he leaned back in his seat after a filling meal, his pants button snapped off and went clattering across the floor. Those pants used to be baggy enough to need a belt tightened all the way to the furthest notch, but now they clung to him like a second skin, giving him generous love handles and biting into his skin something fierce.

“Huh, guess it’s time to get new pants.”

Fuuka was far too busy dealing with the aftermath of her own meal to notice, gently rubbing her own stack of fat rolls and breathing in and out. Though she was fat, Minato had to admit she’d remained relatively the same size for quite a while now. All that moving around the kitchen must have done more than help her cardio.

“Excuse me,” a kid called to the young couple. They both turned and the boy who called looked a little embarrassed. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone I knew.” He was looking at Minato when he said it and as he walked off, the dark-haired boy swore he heard him say “could have sworn that was the Gourmet King…”
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“Hey big boy, where are you off to?”

The boy in question received a friendly pat on his wide back, turning to see a chipper looking Yuko. At first, she’d been pestering him to rejoin the track team, but as the pounds had piled on, her requests became less and less frequent until they just didn’t happen at all. That suited Minato just fine though, since he wasn’t planning on joining back up anyway, and it didn’t really matter. His Persona did most of the work in Tartarus anyway, all he needed to do was be able to get to get to the end of the floor before the Reaper came.

“Lunch,” he answered, not even bothering to turn around, not that it mattered since the athletic girl could easily keep up. His constant slouching gave him the appearance of having meaty rolls although his stomach actually took the route of being one fat stuffed mass instead of the stack his girlfriend had. Too bad for him though that the genetics that went into his amazing metabolism didn’t apply to the way calories piled on to his body.

“I’m guessing that’s not going to be a salad, is it?” She emphasized her point by pinching his feed bag of a stomach and smiling. “Hey, listen…if you ever want help losing all this weight…”

“I’ll think about it.” He left Yuko sighing behind him, the only sound besides whispering girls the “swish swish swish” of his pants fabric rubbing together. The lectures didn’t stop with Yuko unfortunately; Chihiro meekly suggested an herbal tea recipe that was supposed to help with weight loss, Yukari poked his moobs and mockingly suggested they were bigger than hers, and Mitsuru just shook her head in disgust. Every single one of them was met with a “maybe” or a simple shrug from the blubbery blue haired boy.

There were two girls, however, that did not join in on the lecturing and that was his lovely green haired sweet heart and her robotic “assistant.” Seeing him come in, Fuuka waddled heavily over to a nearby pot, puffing out a little as she reached into it. “Here Minato, t-try some of this.” Her boyfriend’s belly growled in hunger and he obediently trotted over to her outstretched spoon where she proceeded to slip it past his lips. He made a neutral yet somewhat favorable noise and nodded his head, emphasizing his growing double chin. The two fatties waddled around the kitchen at their own pace, Fuuka a great big and lumbering bovine and Minato an increasingly slow and awkward fat boy who hadn’t quite gotten used to the inner tube wrapped around his waist.

He collapsed into his chair and let his legs spread out across the floor. As quick as she could, Fuuka handed his lunch to Aigis to carry over. “Goodness, you look exhausted. Did you have a long day?”

Scooping a piping hot spoonful of homecooked ravioli into his waiting mouth, Minato answered with his patented shrug. “Just hungry.”

That hunger didn’t last for long though, she had stuffed it full of the peppered beef he loved, and he ended up stuffing himself even more than usual.

“Oh no, Minato! This is…*huff*…this is why I tell you not to eat so fast…” Not like he had much of a choice if he wanted to get everything down in the time frame he was given, but Fuuka was right, his gut was aching. “I didn’t bring any stomach medicine,” his girlfriend lamented. The chef let out a sigh and to Minato’s surprise, flicked the buttons on his uniform open and sunk her hands straight into his belly meat. It certainly took a few tries since her hands weren’t quite as dexterous as they used to be, and she had a hot blush on her face the entire time, but nevertheless she eventually got it done.

“You’ve done this for me so many times…” was her explanation. Minato just groaned aloud and Aigis obediently stood in front of the entrance while Fuuka rubbed the soreness out. “It’s only right I return the favor.” Her boyfriend just stifled a burp in his throat and let her do her thing. As the minutes passed, Fuuka found herself feeling less and less embarrassed. “You’ve been *huff* putting on a lot of weight lately honey. I wish you’d cut back on the fast food…” He could only breathe heavily in response with the pretty girl’s hands knuckle deep into his flabby belly. To his mild bemusement, the formerly shy girl leaned into him as far as she could, her fat belly wave smothering his own smaller yet still sizable gut. She then proceeded to plant a kiss right on his lips while he tried not to ogle the meaty cleavage pressing onto his upper belly. Breathlessly, she broke off and looked brightly into his eyes.

“*Huff* *haff*…I know how much you like to eat though. But that’s okay, because I like to eat too.”

The bell chose that moment to ring, and the two lovers had to awkwardly hoist Fuuka’s baby elephant body off her boyfriend with a little help from Aigis. “S-save some *huff* room for dinner, okay?”

Minato nodded in response, and that seemed to be all Fuuka needed to hear from him and she indicated Aigis should help him up as well. He could feel his belly shift in his lap and move forward and down as he was helped up but paid it no mind. It just wasn’t really a big deal.
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It was inevitable really for someone who ate as much as Minato did, but it wasn’t long until he attained a comparable size to Fuuka, although his greater height meant he probably weighed twice as much as she did and of course it came in quite differently. Nevertheless, the two fat filled boulders swayed and rocked on the journey to their next meal.

“*Hff* *hff* r-ramen?” Fuuka asked when they had finally arrived to Iwatodai Station. Craning their heads, their chubby cheeks seemed to fuse with their double chins, replacing what was once slender jaw lines with a pair of puffed out indulged faces, though like the rest of Makoto’s body, his was a bit flabbier and droopier while Fuuka’s was a bit rounder. They were both thinking ramen, but the store was allll the way up there…

One shared look and a nod and they decided Wild Duck would be better suited for their figures. Fuuka hadn’t wanted to eat here at all first, but seeing as they were already out and about, she figured maybe she could use a little break.

Why were they out and about? To get Minato the next size up of course. Expanding at a rapid rate, anything that wasn’t a school uniform got thrown by the wayside these days. Unlike his dress clad girlfriend, he had to settle for stretchy sweats and plain white tank tops, though even those were reaching their limits and if he grew anymore he’d probably end up having to go custom or import.

Not in any kind of shape anymore, he was breathing and sweating just as much as Fuuka. His body shape seemed to take influence from his lackadaisical personality and sagged forward like a particularly meaty waterfall of fat, easily surging over his school pants and bouncing against his lap when he walked. On the plus side, it meant he never had to button his pants again and just let them cling to his fattened hips, but on the negative it did chafe something fierce. His chest was just as droopy, eagerly pooling on the surface his stomach provided and definitely bigger than Yukari’s and perhaps even Mitsuru’s at this point. For all his neutrality, Fuuka knew he was a bit sensitive about them and stayed away from there during belly rubs.

“D-dear your *huff* stomach is…” Minato was thankful she had such keen eyes because he would have completely missed the fact his creased lower belly fat was fully visible. “*Hah* t-thanks…” He could only stuff so much meat inside of his straining uniform buttons and the rest had to futilely be contained inside a too small shirt. Minato chose to slide into the booth instead of fixing it for now, almost collapsing into it with a relieved grunt and trying his best to maneuver with the wet cement sack on his lap. Fuuka had a lot more trouble with booths with the way her stomach rolls would eat the table, but his own belly was starting to get a little hungry in that regard.

Partway through the meal, a rip sounded throughout the restaurant and Minato realized it was from his pant leg. A bubble of fat immediately appeared to fill the space and he went right back to eating. He was practically bursting at the seams and perhaps it was just his imagination but while Fuuka was packed snugly into her own uniform, it didn’t look quite as tight as his own. Even after finishing the meal and absolutely gorging on burgers, he would be lying if he said he still didn’t feel a little peckish. His girlfriend noticed the look in his eye and smiled. “I’ll *urp* get dinner started then. But first…please help me out of this booth.”

Minato slid out, although at his size it was more like shuffling. He used the table to stand himself up and hoisted his girlfriend out of the booth as best he could, fat arms burning a bit from the effort. Suddenly, she let out a cry of pain and the next thing Minato knew, she was holding her forehead. He realized what the culprit was when he noticed his uniform wasn’t quite as uncomfortable as it was a few seconds ago. The button resting on Fuuka’s belly told the rest of the story and although Makoto couldn’t see it, there was a big gaping hole right on the front of his uniform which his gal gave a little poke. “*Whoo* looks like you need a trip to the *huff* to the tailors.”

“*huff* *huff* y-yeah haha.” Eventually, they just ended up calling a member of the staff to help her out and made their way back to the dorm for another feast.
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“Thanks for letting me pick the movie tonight, I know you’ll really like it.” Minato said nothing, still catching his breath from climbing to the girl’s floor. He filled the doorway to her room and even though he didn’t bulge out as much as Fuuka, his stomach still entered in before he did. There were all sorts of snack foods laid out for the two of them: popcorn, cookies, pretzels, and even a few pizzas and brownie trays his girlfriend had spent all day making. But the truth of it was, most of them were going to end up in his stomach these days.

“Please come in.” He gladly did what he was told as he was eager to get off his feet. Each labored step sent his belly apron jostling as it was knocked into by his fat coated knees. Not even bothering to cover it up, it flowed out from between the gap in his grey sweatpants and shirt. It stuck out just as much as Fuuka’s but was of course much droopier in its shape, gut button dangling and swinging out in the open. It briefly brushed the sides of the doorway along with his pork filled hips, seeing as he was entirely made of soft lard though, his body slid through like butter.

Being fed had a way of packing on the pounds and before he knew it, he had become the fat one, outweighing even Fuuka by a good two hundred pounds. It was abundantly clear that weight loss and exercise were out of the question. He sat himself down on her bed and it let out an agonized creak just from his weight alone. His ham stuffed buttocks looked so soft and squeezable that Fuuka actually found herself holding back from doing something inappropriate, instead distracting herself by putting all the snacks on a nearby nightstand for easy access.

Another smaller creak soon followed, and Minato felt a soft green haired girl press herself against him. “If you lounge like that, you won’t be able to see the movie.” She was right, it would be impossible to see over all that belly even if they both pressed down on it. With a sigh, Minato hoisted himself up into a sitting position, naturally resting both his palms on his stomach, filling up his lap completely even when sitting.

“Hungry?” A nod from her boyfriend and a pizza box was opened in the narrow space between the two. “What am I saying, you’re always hungry!” He certainly couldn’t argue with that and opened his mouth for her to place a pizza slice with all the trimmings. Minato gently rubbed his immense belly while Fuuka fed him with one hand and also placed her other on his stomach to cuddle up. Beyond morbidly obese already, he was most likely only going to get fatter, but…if it was as comfortable as this he couldn’t say he minded.

And as Aigis listened in from outside, knowing he was comfortable but more importantly safe, she couldn’t say she minded either.