The Weight-Gain RPG

Harriet brought her axe down on the last soda-slime, finally reducing its health bar to zero. It flickered into nothingness, leaving only a couple of low-level loot items behind, and Harriet braced herself for the influx of experience as the random encounter came to a close.
The menu appeared before her eyes, congratulating her party on their victory before distributing the exp. A round 2000 each; this was going to leave a mark.
She was mostly resigned to the notion at this point, but she still couldn’t help but feel a twinge of dismay as she felt her body begin to soften, swelling to match her filling exp bar. Her belly, already plump and soft, bulged forwards another couple of inches like dough rising in the oven, pale flab spilling through the gaps in her rough leather armour as the pounds poured on. Her arms tingled as they thickened, becoming plumper than ever before her eyes, even beginning to crease a little around her elbows as the fat began to pile up. She even felt her face rounden, her jaw wobbling slightly as the double chin already accumulating there became more pronounced. However – and to her increasing regret – she’d picked Warrior at character creation, and so inevitably most of the weight went straight to her backside. She peered morosely over her shoulder, watching as her butt swelled thicker and rounder with the exp gain, the hefty shelf already bulging out behind her growing even more pronounced as another dozen pounds accumulated on her rear. Her tunic had already been struggling to cover her expansive backside before this latest exp gain but now it was completely failing, the hem struggling to conceal even the top half of her flabby buttocks, leaving only the uncomfortably tight ‘leather underwear’ she’d bought at the town shop to preserve her modesty. The gain wasn’t quite done yet, however; she almost lost her balance as a few pounds bundled themselves onto her thighs, forcing each other a little further apart as they thickened and bulged against each other.

Level up! HARRIET is now level 12!

The popup was little consolation. Sighing, Harriet planted herself down on a convenient nearby felled tree to check over her stats, feeling her widened backside drooping off either side of the stump as she set herself heavily down. Level 12 was progress, but to have a fighting chance at the boss she needed to be Level 18 at least, and that was still some way away. Grimacing, she ran a hand over the new curve of her hips, feeling the thick cushion of fat there beneath her straining tunic. She dreaded to think how fat she was going to be after another six level-ups. Sure, higher levels brought with them boosted attack and defence stats, but that didn’t mean much if her butt was too big to let her walk to the boss arena…

“Hey hey, we’re making progress,” the voice of Mina, the party Mage, broke in on Harriet’s reverie, “At this rate, we’ll have beaten the boss and escaped this weirdo RPG thing in no time… though we should probably head back to town and grab some more clothes first. I’m, like, 500 exp away from bursting out of these robes.”
Reluctantly, Harriet looked up at Mina, taking in the belly-heavy blonde’s new form. Indeed, her spectacularly round stomach was pressed tight against the light material of her sleek robe, every bulge and fold of its flabby bulk clearly visible through the thin fabric. Her belly button was a noticeable crease in the centre of her swollen midsection, a little mouth that seemed to grin at Harriet as Mina shifted her balance to deal with her newly bloated body.
“I don’t get how you can be so casual about this,” Harriet complained, scowling at the cheery Mage with irritation, “Don’t you think this is gross? We’re getting so… y’know. So fat.” She gave her new love-handles a resentful squeeze, feeling the thick fold of flab between her pudgy fingers.
“I dunno, it’s kinda fun,” Mina shrugged. Her robe slipping reluctantly up her body with the rise of her shoulders, only to stick stubbornly in its new arrangement even once she lowered them again, “It’s not real life after all, is it? I think it’s cool to see how it feels to be so fat. Every time I get exp it’s kinda exciting seeing where it all goes.” Mina hefted her fat belly up a little and let it drop, giggling as it wobbled and bounced. “See? I couldn’t do that in real life.”
Harriet shook her head, amazed by her friend’s attitude. Before they’d entered the RPG, Mina had been the sort of popular girl that would have turned her nose up in disgust at the slightest hint of excess flab, but now she was giggling as she played with her own belly. This weird RPG with all its food-based enemies, weight-gain best levelling system and various overfed NPCs really had gotten to her it seemed.
“Well, maybe you’ll be less keen when that belly’s slapping against your knees,” Harriet pointed out, “Each level-up costs more exp than the last, but as far as I can tell, the weight gain from any one portion of exp is the same. That means we’re going to be easily twice as big as we are now by the time we’re level 18. We’ll be lucky if we can even walk, never mind actually fight the stupid boss!”

For a moment Mina looked anxious, but then she just shrugged again.
“Ah well. I’m a Mage, so really I just need to be able to speak and wave my fingers around a little. My belly can get as big as it likes, it can’t stop me from doing that,” she smiled, “Anyway, it won’t be for long; once we’ve killed the boss, we can get out of this game and we’ll be back in our old bodies, thin as ever.”
Harriet sighed.
“Yeah, probably,” she agreed reluctantly, “There’s no way things that happen in game could affect our bodies on the outside after all. I just don’t think I’m ever going to get used to all this weird fattening weight-gain stuff. What sort of RPG even is this?” She gestured irritably, feeling the flab clinging to her upper arm wobbling and swaying to and fro in the process. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but one that she suspected she was going to have to get used to before they were going to get out of this stupid game. Still, there was no use dwelling on it for the moment. “Let’s just get ourselves back to town to reequip before we hit another random encounter,” she growled “I’m not sure my armour can take another level up- oh, damn it all!”
As if on cue, half a dozen jelly-wyrms burst from the floor, and Harriet hefted her axe once again. At least the NPCs wouldn’t judge them if they ended up heaving themselves back into town clad only in the scraps of their clothes. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all.