Mitsuru Part 2

After Mitsuru's recounting Yukari just laughed.
"I never expected someone as quiet as Makoto to lay his feeling all out on the table like that! I thought for sure I was just going to have to take matters into my own hands for your sake."

Mitsuru got flustered. "I could have made a move all by myself thank you very much!" They both knew she was lying.

That is when Junpei walked through the front door, seemingly unaware of the massive Mitsuru sitting in the lobby. Walking up to the vending machine, and after looking at his choices he slapped the side in frustration. "Hey, who drank all the Moonkist!" The only response he got was a massive belch.

Walking back to the lobby he expected to see someone like Ken or Akihiko, but froze when he he realized the burp's source. "Sorry Iori I-UUURP was a feeling a bit parched when I returned to the dorm today." Junpei wasn't really sure how to respond. Looking at all the cans around her, "a bit," didn't really cut it. Yukari throw a book at him. "Didn't your mother teach you not to stare Stupei!" Hearing Yukari's agitated tone, Junpei knew it was time to leave. "I think I'll just have a Mad Bull instead," he said as he walked away.

Once he was out of earshot both the girls started laughing again. Yukari told Misuru she better expect the same type of reaction when everyone else once they start trickling back into the dorm, Mitsuru didn't look like she was moving anytime soon.

"So, my intuition was right! I knew Makoto had a thing for Fa-I mean bigger girls." Yukari hastily corrected herself. "So what do you think his reaction will be when you start slimming back down."

Mitsuru pinched her love handles. She wasn't sure. At the start of her ordeal she couldn't wait for this all to be over. With every new layer of fat that clung to her body she would constantly think of her road to recovery, diets and exercise plans. But since this afternoon she hadn't had those any of thoughts even for a second. As she grew, she found herself becoming more and more worried about how Makoto thought of her appearance. Now knowing his preferences, it was like a great "weight" was lifted from her shoulders. She didn't know what this all meant, but she did know one thing. She was hungry.

Makoto out of commission, she gave her soda bloated, yet still pillowy soft potbelly a pat and asked, "have you eaten yet Yukari?"

"Nope. It's still pretty early in the day. Want to go out?" Truthfully, Mitsuru did not want to go out. She was bloated and very comfy on the couch. With Makoto in dream land, she was worried about any potential wardrobe malfunctions as well. Her belly fat had been oozing out of the buttons of her shirt all week, so it wasn't too big of a deal if her dorm mates saw a bit of skin.

A small voice peeped from the kitchen. "I could make something, if you'd like. I need to practice anyway." Sitting at the table was Fuuka. Who was looking very embarrassed. Startled, Mitsuru asked how much she had seen. "I've been here the whole time, I was just too nervous to speak up." Uh oh. Mitsuru would have to remember to keep her impulses under control. She was just...so excited today.

Her stomach let out a grumble. Yukari watched in shock as the surface of her stomach wobbled ever so slightly from the vibration. The SEES leader told Fuuka that she didn't want to impose although it was clear from the look in her eyes that she really did want something to eat. "It's really no problem! I'd love to have more opinions on my cooking." With that Fuuka got to work.

Mitsuru felt a poke in her fleshy side as Yukari stood there grinning. "You didn't answer my question." Mitsuru put her hand to her chin in thought and realized that the beginnings of a double were beginning to form. "My engagement situation requires me to become quite corpulent. But after that..." she trailed off.

"You don't have to think of an answer right now. You may be a genius, but looks like I get to be the smart one for once." Yukari was enjoying the role reversal a little too much, happy to finally find an area she excelled in by comparison. This advantage was quickly lost as Mitsuru began to grill her about her recent drop in test scores. "Maybe I could get Makoto to tutor me?" Mitsuru pouted at the teasing before letting out a chuckle as she pointed to Yukari's flat stomach. "I don't think your his type"

On such short notice, Fuuka wasn't able to make an extravagant meal but it was nice all the same. None of them have had a home cooked meal ever since what had happened to Shinji. Mitsuru couldn't help but imagine the voice Makoto in her head spurring her to eat faster, but she was able to ignore these thoughts. She didn't want to seem like a pig in front of her friends, well at least when Makoto wasn't there. Next time she was going to make his jaw drop! Even though Mitsuru was able to slow herself down, she still finished her meal first. Fuuka and Yukari offered to give her some of theirs if she was still hungry but she turned them down to be polite. She may go to bed a little emptier than usual but that just meant she would be able to eat more for Makoto tomorrow. After it started getting late, the girls decided to retire to their rooms. Fuuka told Mitsuru how it was so romantic that her and Makoto were an item now and said she will gladly cook her something whenever she wanted. Fuuka excitedly exclaimed how she better go shopping tomorrow and trotted up the stairs.

Mitsuru let out a yelp as someone gave her wobbling rear a hard smack. "Be sure to call me if this gets stuck again," Yukari joked. "Although, I'm feeling a little tired so if it does happen I might have to get Makoto to do it!"

"Yu-Yukari!" Mitsuru stammered in embarrassment. Yukari just laugh as she pushed past her up the stairs. Mitsuru delicately rubbed her behind as she ascended the stairs, feeling its motion, its enormity, its heft. She had gotten stuck in her bathtub when it was even smaller than this, and it was sure to expand even bigger still. Thinking of Yukari's teasing, she couldn't help but wonder what Makoto's reaction would be to her being stuck in some piece of furniture needing his help to get free , his strong hands grabbing hold of her doughy flesh...

She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. Was it from her physical excursion of carrying herself upstairs? Or from the scenario she was playing out in her head? She couldn't say. Climbing into her bed, its frame's creaking louder than ever, she drifted to sleep trying to imagine her hands on her heavy midsection were his.

Mitsuru was almost tempted to bust into Makoto's room right then and there but was able to reign herself in. The poor girl had never been aware of her desires, and now they were all washing over he like a tidal wave. Not to say Makoto was any better.

He awoke the next morning wrapped firmly around his pillow. He thought it was weird that in his dream, he was able to fully reach around Mitsuru's loaf of dough she called a belly. Her fat packed hips would be a lot bigger too, he realized looking at the relative flatness of his headrest. This made a big grin appear on his face. She had said yes! Now there was nothing stopping him from showering his beloved with affection and helping himself to some of her generous body of course.

He showered as fast as he could and almost tripped over Koromaru on his way down the stairs. It was Sunday so that meant she'd probably be there. He found a few SEES members sitting down eating a delicious looking breakfast buffet as a tired looking Fuuka watched on with a beaming smile.

Junpei and Yukari seemed stuffed to bursting, but Mitsuru was happily munching away, clearly holding herself back a bit. "Did you have a good rest?" Fuuka's question brought all the eyes on Makoto as he nodded. He sat down next to Mitsuru as Yukari motioned for the others to leave the room, giving a stern look to Junpei when he protested.

When he was sure they were gone, Makoto gave Mitsuru a quick peck on the cheek. He pulled back smiling. "Even your cheeks are getting fatter." They gave the slightest shake as she turned her head in surprise. "Does that bother you?" She asked, closing her eyes with confidence, knowing what the answer would be. She was surprised yet again with a gentle kiss on the lips. "Nope."

Makoto proceeded to smoothly run his hand over the topmost belly roll. Her fat only split when she sat down, but eventually it would be permanent. "Does this bother you?"

Mitsuru surprised him by moving his hand down to the lower flabbier belly roll that could no longer be tucked into her skirt comfortably. "Whoever has long been deprived of what they have most desired, I won't pity him if he doesn't help himself to it. No Makoto I do not mind your touch one bit." The blue haired chubby chaser had no idea where that was from but he agreed with the sentiment as he sunk into her pillowy arm fat and allowed his other hand to grip the lardy love handle on her other side.

"I hope my lovely lady behaved herself while I was indisposed." Mitsuru closed her eyes expected another kiss from her man, but instead got a big buttery piece of syrup soaked waffle shoved between her plump lips. She had had five waffles already, but this piece seemed especially delicious.

With her mouth full she moaned, "Makobfo twhis ish-" before she could finish he shoved another fork of waffle into her mouth, this one covered in whipped cream. Makoto whispered in her ear "I'm sorry, were you trying to say something? I thought you just wanted more." Mitsuru again, opened her mouth to reply only to have Makoto quickly force a strip of bacon into her packed cheeks. "Someone is being a greedy girl." Mitsuru got the hint. Looking out on all the food left behind from the other members of SEES, she realized for that one moment she didn't care about the consequences, she wanted Makoto to feed her it all.

The next hour was a blur of waffles, pancakes, bacon, sausage, and cream for Mitsuru. She would barely have time to swallow before another morsel was pushed into her maw. All the while Makoto whispering things to her while nibbling on her ear, commending her on her progress, pushing her consume more, but what he mostly talked about was how much he loved her. Still taken aback on how a man could find her attractive at her size, she laughed when he started commenting on her beauty. This was a big mistake as it allowed him to force an even bigger piece pancake into her mouth. That's when he stuck his finger into her bellybutton. The feeling caused her to moan even louder and he found that by moving his finger around in there it made Mitsuru chew faster. His teasing of her navel got more and more aggressive. Mitsuru, with her cheeks bloated and caked in butter and syrup, couldn't take it. She helplessly began flapping her hands and bouncing up and down in her chair, as her chomping grew more and more fast pace. She must look like a grazing cow!


With one last big gulp, Makoto removed his finger. Reclining back in her seat, Mitsuru couldn't believe it. She had actually eaten every last bite without even a protest. Breathing heavily Mitsuru said softly, "I really went whole hog didn't I? Are you not amazed?"

Makoto truly was, getting her to eat all that took almost no effort. Was it because she knew how much he liked her growth so far? Makoto gave her a warm smile causing her to smile back.

"Makoto-URP!" The fun over, Mitsuru started to feel just how full she was, she began frantically patting and rubbing the sides of her gut. Both were in awe that even though her belly was so packed, the split it had was as pronounced as ever. She really was getting fat.

Getting on his knees Makoto said "here, let me help you feel better." She could barely see over her fattened breast let alone her breakfast loaded middle, but she felt it. Like parent would do to a kid who scraped their knee, he gave her throbbing stomach a big smooch. Mitsuru bit her lower lip. Her belly really did seem to feel better...

Now that Makoto was given free reign to do as he pleased, he was going to enjoy every second of it. He gave her belly a nice caress. He was thankful that she unbuttoned her shirt before her expanding dome could pop the buttons, but at the same time was wishing for it no matter how much sewing he'd have to do later.

"That was enough breakfast for four people and you. You ate. Every. Last. Bite." Each pause was punctuated by a kiss to the area where her belly creased. She was squirming in her seat as her thickened backside rubbed against the arms of the chair, the wood pressing in adding to her arousal. "I ate...hah...more before you came down." The rubbing had increased and was relegated to her food packed top roll. Even though she was stuffed like a turkey, the bottom of her belly still stayed soft. Just loose excess that would have dipped between her porky thighs if they weren't in a constant state of touching.

"You did. I think a good fatty like you deserves a reward." With this, he reached to undo the button on the side of her skirt. As soon as he slid the button through the hole, it shot open and the two ends of the clasp parted. The fat on her sides greedily flowed out to take up any available space it could as it bounced out from it's prison.

The sudden release caused Mitsuru to belch and give out a groan of gratitude as she rubbed the underside of her gut, which her skirt had pinched into so tenderly. "You're skin is just so pretty. Please keep doing what you're doing to get it this way." As Makoto gently rubbed her exposed love handle in awe, Mitsuru gently pressed her fingers together and blushed. He really thought she was pretty!

"W-what about my chest? Is it to your liking?" Makoto's grin got even wider. He'd make sure to praise and pamper every part of her body. He stood up from his kneeled position and hooked his finger in one of the buttons of the overtaxed top she had on.

"It's a bit too covered up. I'd like to see them in all their bouncing glory, but I don't want to cheat." Mitsuru looked up confused. Cheat? Makoto made sure to clarify as he walked his fingers along her shelf, teasing the sensitive blubber at the top. "I mean I'd only feel right if I could see them after these buttons pop off one by one." He tweaked each button as he said this. Her boyfriend told her how he'd have trouble resisting all this at school. "That'll make these little sessions all the sweeter," he said as he pinched the delicious tire of fat that had taken residence underneath her breasts.

Mitsuru was starting to rub her paint can sized thighs together and was filling with a warmth she didn't know existed. It made her want to take what was hers. She grabbed him by the tie and passionately kissed him right then and there. Her breasts made a nice rest for his body so it didn't upset her tummy too much. He was able to grab two big soft handfuls of back fat to keep his position. Each of those handfuls was probably as big as a breast on its own.

They broke apart each panting heavily. "ORP. Oh Makoto, I must seem such a cow," she got out breathily. He slowly moved his way down her stomach until he was faced with her navel once again. "Yes, but you're a very beautiful cow."

Mitsuru laughed again. "You're supposed to say I'm not a co-Oh oh my!" She was interrupted when he spread apart her belly rolls and forced his tongue right into the center of her torso. Mitsuru began to clap her thighs together, the meaty slaps echoing through the room as she bounced rapidly in her seat. She was almost hoping someone would walk in. Then they'd see her in all of her corpulence, being lavished with affection. She felt truly beautiful and pressed Makoto's head closer into her soft warm full belly as he continued his work.


They both heard a sudden bump from across the lobby, making Makoto shoot back up to his feet. Looks like Mitsuru got her wish. Trying to hide herself against the wall was Aigis. Realizing she had been seen, Aigis stepped out in front of the two lovers. "Forgive me for the intrusion, my sensors picked up an increase in temperature and strange noises coming from this area. Is everything alright?"

Makoto hung his head and sighed, "Everything is fine Aigis." Having thoroughly ruined the mood Aigis went back upstairs. Makoto couldn't be mad at her. She meant well. Mitsuru wasn't the only person to have gone through some changes. Lately Aigis's tone of voice, speech, facial expressions, even the fact she apologized just now made her seem less robotic, more human.

Mitsuru cleared her voice, turning Makoto's attention back to her. He hoped they could continue where they left off but Mitsuru had a stern look on her face. "Makoto I have something important to tell you, and there is something I must apologize for." It was hard to take her seriously. Her face was still red, she was still sweating, he face still wore the remnants of her breakfast on her plump cheeks. Most off all though, she still had her stomach laid bare, her skirt undone, and the top of her blouse stretched over her oversized breasts was still trying desperately to hold it together.

"I had some of my people do some digging about that banquet I am to attend. And after pulling a few strings I was able to have your name put on the list of wait staff." Mitsuru let out a nervous cough before going back to her serious demeanor. "I'm sorry I did it without asking you first."

Mitsuru explained that she felt so at ease with him lately, she thought just knowing he was around would help her do what had to be done. Besides, after working so hard with her why should he get to miss out on her grand performance?

Makoto told her their was no need to apologize and that he was happy to help anyway he can. Plus, he wanted to see just how big a jerk this guy was for himself.


"You know that means you will have to do a bit of training yourself?" Mitsuru crossed her arms and said smugly. Makoto would have to learn learn things like proper etiquette, how to hold a serving tray correctly without spilling, the entire list made his head spin. "And..." Mitsurus voice shook a little when she added the last part "...this will come in handy when I attend these types of functions and bring you along as my...date..." Mitsuru covered her mouth in embarrassment "Not that I think you need improvement or anything like that!"

Makoto kissed her on her forehead, he understood. Both found it humorous Makoto would be learning to act more refined from a woman currently learning to act more like some unsophisticated farm animal. Mitsuru asked if Makoto thought she would be ready in time, only for him to wipe a dollop of whipped cream clinging to her burgeoning second chin and giving it a taste to illustrate his point. The banquet was still a little ways off and if this morning was anything to go by, he would have to increase his estimates on how big Mitsuru was going to get by then. He vowed next time he was going to make her clothes completely come apart with no input from himself. She was going to blow up.

Mitsuru was glad that Aigis stopped her from doing anything shameful on their first day of dating, but she wouldn't have been to upset if things went a little further. Maybe it would be a nice reward for after their plan succeed, though even she didn't think she could hold off that long.

Mitsuru suddenly grew embarrassed again. "Umm...you don't think Aigis has some sort of recording of us now does she?" Makoto froze and looked to the corner of the room where he knew there was a camera recording. He would have to delete that recording in the meeting room later.

After their little session on the couch, the two of them were able to control their impulses a little bit better. It was like they had gotten all the tension and building desire out of their systems. At school, their was a strict no PDA policy. Although both of them broke it at least once. Her growing chipmunk cheeks were just so cute and his lifesaving sewing was just too helpful.

Now that the awkward stuttering start was over, they could interact with each other normally again. At school, Mitsuru was back to her in control professional demeanor despite her swelling jelly belly. It made the evenings all the sweeter, when she could plop her overfed body down onto the sofa of her room and have Makoto tell her how ravishing he found her.

It was as though she shed her outer shell as soon as they entered her bedroom and what was underneath was a softer sensitive layer only Makoto had access to. He loved it. She'd readjust to a reclining position and display her bulging belly apron with a blush on her cheeks. "I've been following my diet plan quite well. P-pleas enjoy the results." A single touch was enough to send a ripple across her expansive adipose that made her giggle cutely.

Laying on her side, Mitsuru took up every inch of the space the couch offered. Makoto pinched an inch of side fat that was just beginning it's descent over the edge. "You're getting too fat for your couch, Ms. President." He was teasing her, but his tone made it clear that he couldn't be more pleased. Mitsuru smiled. "Perhaps we'll have to relocate to my bed. It's quite spacious." She didn't quite realize the implications of this until she saw Makoto's ruby red face and quickly stammered out clarification.

Makoto had begun his training as a "garcon" as Mitsuru called it as soon as he could. The heiress had him trained under the head of her household staff himself. His methods were effective but harsh. "How many times must I tell you, no slouching!"

He received a sharp rap on the back with a ruler. Makoto kept his chin up though. It would be hypocritical of him to complain after the incident at Wild Duck. Besides, whenever he came back from training clearly exhausted, Mitsuru would always spread her flabby arms and welcome her weary friend back. "You look exhausted Makoto. Let me help you refresh yourself," and she'd offer her corpulent midriff as the head rest it was meant to be.

This was the position Makoto found himself in after another day of arduous training. He was almost glad Mamoru had moved away, the blue haired youth didn't know if he could handle both at once. Besides, he thought as he nuzzled into Mitsuru's belly fat while she helped herself to some of Fuuka's baking, the reward for this is much better.

He thought she was eating anyway. He couldn't quite tell with her massive mammaries blocking his view of her face. She was gently running her fingers through Makoto's hair as she chewed. "Mmph you mo, *gulp* my stomach will soon cover my lap completely omph." Makoto made a noise of affirmation as he began to rub slow circles around her center mass.

"I sink in so much now. You're so good at being a porker, Mitsuru." She squirmed a little at this; if you had told her a year ago she'd be getting a rush over being called a porker, she would have executed you right there. They hadn't gone past the level they did on the first night, but belly worshiping sessions had become a regular occurance. They even got to finish nowadays.

Suddenly, Makoto shot up. "Could you stand up for a minute. It's Saturday night after all." Mitsuru nodded in agreement. Saturday's were the days when Makoto would take stock of all the changes that happened to her body over the week. Usually these were the days when they'd both get a bit frisky. She tried to stand up, but was quickly brought back down with an abundance of jiggling. She tried again with the same result. Makoto wiped his forehead. Good start

Walking over to the struggling woman, Makoto said he wasn't sure if the sofa legs could take anymore of Mitsuru's failed attempts at getting upright. Offering his hand to her, he asked "Would the lady like some assistance?" In addition to learning the ways of a server he had begun lessons on being a "respectable gentleman." As Mituru's household staff put it, If he was to be Mitsuru's companion he couldn't go around being an uncouth embarrassment. They would have a heart attack if they saw how Mitsuru was going to need to act at the banquet.

If their was one thing that got Mitsuru as excited recently as Makoto's observations about her gain, it was when he would start acting so sophisticated to tease her, although he had come so far along in his studies it wasn't really an act anymore. Face red, she place one hand against her bloated cheek and gave the other to Makoto, him taking hold and kissing it like one of those cheesy romance films.

Helping her out of her seat, he grew a mischievous grin, he couldn't help himself. He purposely released his grip with a frivolous "Oops!" Again Mitsuru came crashing atop her sofa, sending her entire body into a wild, jiggling frenzy. He had been joking, but hearing the strain of the sofa made Makoto really think it could give way at any moment. Placing his hands on her quaking middle to calm it's erratic motion, he leaned in and said "I'm sorry, you were just a lot heavier than I was expecting."

Mitsuru let out a sensual moan. It was true, since they had official started dating she had become an absolute blimp. She was three maybe even four times the woman she was at the start of the school year, and Makoto made sure to show his appreciation of every single ounce she gained.


This time he helped her to her feet for real and began his inspection. He started with her thick thighs, tracing his finger up the back of one. This drew out uncontrollable laughter from that well fed red head. Makoto had found out through these weekly updates on her status that Mitsuru was quiet ticklish. "These have definitely gotten bigger my dear. Even if you were to open you legs as wide as you could I'd bet they would still touch wouldn't they?" Before she could put forth a rebuttal to his assessment he moved onto her fattened hips. grabbing a firm hold on each side. With no resistance from her, he began slowly rocking her hips back and forth. "You know I see the day fast approaching where we may have to start greasing you up to squeeze you through the student council room at school. Even two of me standing side by side wouldn't be able to match their width." Mitsuru licked her lips, the thought of two Makotos poking and prodding every inch of her obese body had her salivating. Even after removing his hands to appreciate her overgrown behind, Mitsuru continued to gyrate her hips without his guidance, every roll sending a ripple throughout he but blubber. He knocked her out of her trance by giving her rear a hard double handed smack. "How do you manage dragging this wide ride around? I notice your discomfort at school," he teased grabbing as much ass flesh as his hands could manage "It must be so hard dealing with this panty eater all day." Mitsuru moaned again. It was true, unable to go around digging in the her butt to retrieve then at school, she usually had to walk around all day with the biggest wedgie. He butt had absorbed so much poundage, her cheeks would sometimes overflow the top of her skirt, what Makoto says gave her what people called a "plumber's crack."


Finally Makoto grabbed her flabby gut. He began to lift the heavy butter bag up and down, causing her to moan and place her hands atop his. "Is their anything I really need to say about this? You notice it pushing out farther every day don't you?" The speed of his belly play icreased. "You stopped being able to see your toes a while ago. Every one of your steps is punctuated by it slapping against your thighs." That was true also, her belly drooped down far enough to completely cover her crotch and sometimes its wobbling and rubbing would stimulate her loins just enough to...

Her train of thought was interrupted by Makoto inserting his finger into her spacious navel, causing her to start reflexively chewing. Teasing her navel always got Makoto a reaction. His jiggling of her belly reached a fever pitch. She was drooling in pleasure now and she was well aware it was entirely possible the other SEES members could hear her moans of pleasure from every corner of the dorm.

*SNAP*
Unable to take Makoto's jostling of her midsection anymore, her bra snapped letting her breasts flop freely onto her belly shelf. Mitsuru chest was still one part of her that was off limits during his weekly assessments. He thought it best top stop here, but Mitsuru stopped him.

Makoto thought the breast restriction was for him, but in reality it was for Mitsuru. She knew he'd never go too far, especially after his training, having complete faith in the boy. No, she realized that if he started playing with her breasts she'd submit to him utterly. She had to maintain at least a veneer of control! But now the tips of her breasts pressed firmly against her shirt as the buttons spaced apart even more. Her belly flab was visible through the gaps as it rose between her cleavage.

Her bra snapping must have been divine intervention. She could barely resist smothering him on a normal day but now, with her nipples rubbing against the fabric, such things were impossible. "You've been working so *pant* hard lately...I believe a *huff* reward is in order," the redhead said while groping her chest.

Makoto chuckled lightly. "Let's not pretend you're doing this solely for my benefit. So greedy." Each of her massive mammaries was bigger than a person's head and sat heavily on her upper belly fold. Makoto put his hands close to her chest but didn't actually touch them. Mitsuru instinctively leaned forward herself to get those firm hands around her udders. She let out a little whine that surprised them both. It actually pushed Makoto further away. She could no longer arch her back without her belly coming along for the ride.

Instead of fondling them through her shirt, he began to slowly unbutton her blouse. "It would be uncouth of a gentleman to move too quickly. Unless that's what the lady wants." She sat there with a chest thrust out in agonizing anticipation while her fingered each button incredibly slowly. At last, she could not take it another moment. Mitsuru raised her Christmas ham arms and swung them behind her back. The loose flesh shook and wobbled like sacks filled with pudding, but it had the intended effect of making her hefty melons burst through the buttons of her shirt.

They bounced out large and proud remaining nice and perky despite their heft. Milky white with petite little nubs that stuck out in the cool air of her room. "Now enough of your teasing! We need to make sure my body has properly expanded for the upcoming banquet. If that must included parts such as these so be it!" She hefted a large teet in her hand as she said this and released it with a hefty *plop* as it undulated like a water balloon. They both knew that the banquet was a mere pretense at this point but Makoto quickly stepped behind her and got to work

"Oh yes and who could forget these. A cow like you must be so proud of her udders." His hands began as small little tweaks but he began to roughly kneed and fondle her milkbags the more into it they both got. Mitsuru's tongue was hanging out of her mouth in a most improper way as Makoto leaned in. "These have gotten so fat, and so heavy, they must be torture on your poor back. I should give you a nice massage, to rub out any soreness." Mitsuru liked the sound of that very much. Enough to let out a moan. Although that could have been from Makoto heaving her two breasts with his arms and releasing them to a plethora of jiggling throughout her whole body.

"Far too heavy for hands. Koromaru weights less than these you know. Pig." Mitsuru nodded her head desperately, she was rubbing her thighs together as she stood. Her situation was not helped by a certain firmness that was digging into the small of her back. She tried to ignore it, but knowing he found her body so stimulating made her thoughts turn to a quite steamy area. She began to unconsciously move her hands toward her skirt before realizing her massive middle was far too big to reach past. Mitsuru let out a desperate whine as she settled for fondling her belly button.

Makoto gave her elongated teat another tug as she fingered her navel with one hand while groping her upper belly fold with the other. Suddenly, Makoto stopped.

She was left a sweaty disheveled mess. He'd have been able to see her bra strap through her sweat coated shirt. If it hadn't burst off earlier that is. He made his way around to her front and stopped before her curtain of a belly. "Have you realized Mitsuru?" She stared at him with confusion. "When you were skinny," he poked a finger right into her soft breast as she bit her lip, "these were all anyone could talk about." Makoto slowly traced his finger down landing firmly on top of her gut. "This fat feed sack has finally outgrown them though." Mitsuru knew it was true. As her stomach split into rolls, it began to hang lower and lower forming a hefty apron for her lap even when standing. However, it had not stopped its outward expansion greedily sucking up more and more of the grease, cream, and salt she consumed on a daily basis. "You're not even fondling your navel you realize? No this overfed gut of yours is far too fat for you to reach their anymore." Mitsuru gaped in shock! Of course she had been touching her navel! That's when she felt a sharp poke in the center of her belly from Makoto. Her face started to heat up as she moved her hand around her fold. She'd actually gotten so fat, so ridiculously obese that her finger sunk deep enough into her fat folds to confuse it for a belly button.

"You used to rest your hands below your breasts you know. Space has gotten a little too tight for that I suppose." He pinched her belly between his fingers to illustrate his point. He was right, she'd taken to resting her porky digits on her tummy now, soothing it or just out of convenience. "With the way you waddle around, with your hands on your belly. People think you might be pregnant." Mitsuru gasped in shock but began to moan with arousal as Makoto took the flabbiest lowest belly fold and began to shake it. "We both know that's not true though, right fatty?"

Putting her belly down, Makoto reached behind him and produced a small dish of bonbons. He leisurely took the wrappings off the first one, making Mitsuru quiver in anticipation. Pushing the first one between her plump lips, he said "You grown so large already, and yet you still keep eating." Mitsuru stopped chewing. What did he say? He knew why she had grown so large in the first place, why she had too! Makoto gave her belly a pat to spur her on again. Grabbing another bonbon he continued "Don't you think you've taken this a little far? Surely you were big enough seventy, eighty, ninety pounds ago?" He slide another bonbon between her plump lips, giving her right teat a flick. Playing with her breasts seemed to be an even stronger trigger to make her eat faster than her bellybutton, the stimulation causing her to almost swallow the second bonbon whole. While Mitsuru gulped for breath, Makoto reached for a third bonbon. Instead of shoving this one into her gaping maw he held it right in front of her face."I've come to believe that maybe you have gotten so obese, because you've grown to love being such a pampered, gluttonous, fatty. Mitsuru's breathing got even deeper. Did she really enjoy being such an out of shape whale of a woman? Letting out a soft whine, Mitsuru lurched forward as hard as she could and gobbled that bonbon up along with one of his fingers. "Okay." She thought, he had his fun. It was her turn now.

She began sucking on his finger, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. Grabbing his hand she pushed his finger out of her mouth with a "pop." Leaning back in her chair she cupped her enormous breasts. While shaking her overflowing tit flesh and in a sultry voice she said, "It's not my fault I've gained ssooOOOoo much weight." She started to pout. "You see I've met this naughty boy. And somehow he tricked me into loving him." Now Makoto's face was getting red. She continued "and my naughty boyfriend began fattening me up to fulfill his own perverse desires! He would make me eat and eat all day long without rest!" She began bucking her hips causing her lap filling paunch to shake like a sea of jello. "Now look at what he has done to me! I used to be so slim and beautiful. He has made me a lazy butterball!" Makoto tried to keep it together but now he was on the losing end.

"He said he was doing this to help me, but I know his true intentions now." Running her hands down her wide hips she said in a breathy voice, "He just going to keep feeding and plumping me up until I become his own personal sow to feed and and play with as he pleases. Too helplessly fat to do anything about it "

Mitsuru had been swelling with confidence lately. When at school, the taunts and jeers of her classmates would bounce of her mounds of blubber as she remembered the sweet words Makoto would whisper to her every night. Yes, a hardworking president by day and obese coddled bovine by night. Makoto's taunting had inadvertently flipped a switch in her mind that made her desires come to the forefront.

Makoto was awkwardly stammering about how that was never his intent. She chuckled. He would never intentionally do something like that, but the bulge in his pants betrayed his feelings on the matter. In his distraction, she grabbed the box of chocolate from his hands. "Hmmm well, you can't expect me to remain the blushing date forever now can you?" She began stepping towards Makoto with a confidence on her face he hadn't seen in a while. It was enough to start making him step back a bit.

"Yes, I believe I've fully adjusted to all your little tricks, as well as all this heft." She tried to do a little spin to show off her form but it ended up being a slow lumber, belly and hips shaking as she slowly circled around. She upturned the box into her open mouth and let the sweets fall in, some missing and nestling comfortably between her breasts. She smacked her lips as she chewed the mass of candy in her mouth and then licked her plump face when she was done. Letting out a deep guttural belch she took another step forward making her thick thigh wobble.

"I'll be your spoiled sow, Makoto but don't think that means you can do whatever you please." She lunged forward with a speed that seemed impossible for her side and knocked Makoto onto the bed with her massive beanbag belly. She sucked in her belly as much as she could. For a pampered butterball like herself, she could only manage a few seconds before she had to breath out heavily. It had the desired effect of making it surge forth like a tidal wave of fat. Good thing her shirt was off.

She undid the clasp of her skirt causing her to let out a low moan that slowly transformed into another large belch that she knew someone heard. "I intend to be spoiled in every sense of the word. That means no slacking off. Understood?" Makoto nodded nervously as Mitsuru stood in front of him, her fleshy lower roll a scant few inches from his face. She tried to remove her skirt, but it was stuck firmly on her hips even unbuttoned. She tugged and tugged as she started to suck in hair. "Ah to hell with it." Mitsuru turned around and bent over as her couch of a rear tore through the back of her skirt exposing her panties to Makoto for the first time, although her adipose filled buttocks were doing a good job in devouring them from sight.

"I expect you to take full responsibility for warping my desires so you troublemaker. I've already become so close to an utterly helpless hog, so finish the job!" She smothered Makoto beneath a mattress of flesh. His head was buried firmly between her breasts and his everything else was pinned firmly by her torso. She began to shake and jiggle herself like a jello mold. "You've been winding me up since we first began our dates. I can hardly think straight! I expect you to take full responsibility for that as well." Her toes curled in delight as she felt his hands grope her abundance of ass. "G-good -ahh- good boy," she managed to get out.

Now this was like a game. Mitsuru had turned the tables on him but now he had to think of a way to get control back. Better said then done when his 275 pound plus girlfriend on top of him made it hard to breath. Using what little arm movement he could muster he started rubbing and grabbing at as many of Mitsuru's numerous blubber rolls as he could. Feeling around he was able to get his hands on her double wide behind and began to caress it. He heard what he thought to be words of praise from her, but being pinned under her mountain of fat made it hard to hear. Continuing to feel around he found the thin strip of her panties pinched deeply into her doughy side. Using his thumb, he yanked as hard as he could, sending Mitsuru's overtaxed undergarment snapping off her bloated backside. This only caused her shaking to get more severe, he felt like he was going to explode! He had to think of something fast! That's when he remembered the sofa from earlier and thought of a plan. Moving his head to the side he somehow found the nipple of one one of Mitsuru's engorged tits, and opening his mouth he latched on.

"Ah!" Mitsuru let out a yelp as she felt her panties explode off her. With here panties gone she was completely and utterly naked now. In addition to the embarrassment of Makoto now being trapped under her totally exposed body, she also got a rush of excitement. Feeling him squirm just proved how much of a heavy pudding packed blimp she really was. This made her bounce even more. Their wasn't a single inch of her not in constant motion. She softly apologized to her father for her behavior. She just could not help herself anymore. She really was just like some farm animal in heat now. One of Makoto's random spanks on her ass as he tried to free himself made her snort in suprise! Feeling Makoto's head move between her suffocating cleavage, she let out a loud shriek.

"MakotOOOOOOOO!" She could feel him sucking, tonguing her nipple. It was the most pleasurable feeling she had felt so far. "Makoto...no....stop......I can't!" she fruitlessly whined. She swore she was going to start leaking. It didn't help she could feel Makoto's crotch poking dangerously close to her navel either. Her bucking got harder and harder. She heard Makoto speak, but again her enormity muffled what he was saying.

Her increased jouncing was what Makoto wanted, in no time he heard the cracking and splintering of Mitsuru's bed frame giving way.
Mitsuru hit the floor with a deafening loud fleshy smack. Looking up, Mitsuru saw Makoto resting on her mountain of a belly. He was back on top, literally. Makoto was red, panting, and his clothes were drenched in sweat, mostly from her. She grunted and groaned as she tried to wiggle herself free but it was no use. Leaning in, Makoto repeated what he said while trapped with a smile. His final trump card. "Mitsuru Kirijo, I love you."

The confidence she had before crumbled away. The sincere, unflinching way he said it made her heart melt. Makoto knew he won, she was like putty in his hands now. He decided to give her the option and thrust his waist toward her. Still panting in heavenly bliss from Makoto's declaration of love for her, Mitsuru began to think the belt he was wearing looked awfully tight on him.

"Makoto, you're such a kind man." She slowly moved her hands towards his belt and began to undo it. "I've been gorging on sweets all day, but I think it's time you had a treat of your own." Her porky digits had a bit of trouble with his button but she managed eventually. She didn't realize how aroused he was already, however.

Mitsuru wanted it badly, maybe more than anything in her life.She was ready to love and be loved by the man who had done so much for her. Fortunately, some small part of her reason remained. "M-makoto *hah* pleeease tell me you brought protection," she begged with a great need in her voice.

Makoto quickly walked over to his bookbag he had left on the floor and pulled out a box of condoms. "I had to start carrying these around after the second time a girl invited me up to their room," he explained. Some girls might be a little annoyed that their boyfriend had done a lot of sleeping around in the past, but not Mitsuru. No, this desirable hunk who so many women lusted after was all hers now. Truly the cream of the crop. The thought sent her hands moving in a downward direction, her arms jostled from the strain she was putting on them while she waited for her boyfriend to wrap himself. Eventually, Makoto gently touched her arm cushion and tutted. "You've become far too fat for that my dear, just let me handle everything." He made his way over to the end of her belly hang. He smiled with delight at the fact that her feed bag covered her crotch even when sitting down. She was so swollen so overladen with blubber that he couldn't see even a hint of her face from this angle. He was... a little disappointed honestly. He began to spread her lardy legs like she was some kind of helpless farm animal when all of a sudden he heard a plea to stop.

"Just this first time... I'd really like it if I could see your face." Seems she'd been thinking the same thing Makoto had. He chuckled sadly. "I'd like that too."

He began to gently drum his fingers along the surface of her obesity, each light touch sending a ripple across her immense form. "Unfortunately, our pig of a president has had too many burgers, too much cake, and has been far too lazy for that to be possible." His prodding was arousing his beloved but he could still see disappointment, he almost felt bad for his teasing. That's when it hit him. "Mitsuru, could you sit up." She tried her best, grunting and straining until she was a sweaty belching mess. She even let out another hoggish snort in her struggles. Her body was just not meant for things like situps anymore, they both reflected as she rubbed her sore midriff. Makoto smiled though. "I must apologize, I've neglected my duties once again." And with that he put both of his arms under one of hers. God even her armpits are covered in fat, he thought to himself as he hoisted her up into a seating position.

They were both panting from the effort, Mitsuru letting out long low wheezes, but they were both smiling as Makoto lifted up her smaller belly fold and placed himself inside. He began to caress Mitsuru's fattened face as she laughed happily. "If we're going this route, feel free to remove your protection. It seems it won't be needed tonight," Makoto didn't need to be told twice.

He began his thrusting, amazed that her belly fat moved with his thrusting like a mattress. Mitsuru began to bounce up and down on her hefty bottom as she got more and more into it. In this position, Makoto could easily play with her breasts and she could trace his muscled torso and squeeze his biceps while he slapped and jiggled her love handles. She gave a shriek of surprise as Makoto entered her down below with his fingers. "Don't worry about anything else when you're with me. Let me take care of you." They both went in for a passionate kiss as Mitsuru curled her pudgy feet in ecstasy. The two arched their backs as they neared climax.

Makoto spend himself inside her navel as he hooked his fingers for her. She let out a bellowing moan as she too, was spent. Makoto collapsed on to her as his juices slowly leaking down Mitsuru's gut. She resumed stroking his hair like she had at the beginning of the evening. "I love you too Makoto." The meek yet tender way she said it, completely lacking her usual composure, almost made his heart burst with joy.

The next mourning during breakfast was an awkward one to say the least. Although they couldn't say for sure, the other SEES members had a pretty good idea what went on in Mitsuru's room that night. Junpei spent the entire meal with his cap pulled down over his face, and Akihiko eyes darted around the room in every direction except theirs. "I-I hope you enjoy the meal," Fuuka stammered while looking down into her lap. Makoto was a little better than Mitsuru at dealing with the situation, except he did feel a bit uneasy with Aigis staring at him like she was doing some sort of full body scan. Even Koromaru acted like he knew something was up. The only one that seemed unaware was the younger Ken. Noticing the eerie silence of today's breakfast Ken asked if something was the matter only to be brushed off by Yukari. Ken liked to act mature but his obliviousness to what was going on just proved how much he was still a kid in some aspects. Meanwhile, her elbows on the table and chin resting on her fist, Yukari didn't take her eyes off her red headed friend. Every once in a while she would ask a probing question, "Mitsuru, you look tired. Did you have trouble sleeping?" Her knowingly sly smile growing wider and wider after every inquest. She hoped both were smart enough to use protection, if only she knew the details onto why that wasn't necessary

After breakfast Mitsuru had to leave to go for her final dress fitting. She had pushed off getting her dress until the last minute, knowing she would have outgrown any dress if she didn't. Makoto joked that with her appetite now her dress may still be too small come banquet time. Instead of being horrified by such a comment, Mitsuru felt a wave of exhilaration. She had come a long way. Makoto would have liked to accompany her but she said she wanted her dress to be a surprise. In her words "Seeing me in all my grandeur will positively take your breath away!"

Makoto had recently gotten his uniform as well. It was what you would expect, black shoes, black dress pants and jacket, white undershirt with white gloves and a black tie. Nothing too amazing but he was sure Mitsuru would get a kick out of seeing him wear it. She would probably want him to keep it for a little fun afterwards. He didn't know what Mitsuru planned to do at the event, but he was going to make sure he was within arms length if she needed help.

"You're quite handy to have around, kid. Wish you were out of high school so we could have you on permanently." Makoto nodded not really listening. He was watching the entrance like a hawk. It was hard to tell which one of the businessmen checking their watches impatiently at the entrance was Mitsuru's fiance. Although if he had to hazard a guess, it would be the really angry looking one with a tan. He looked like he was ready to punch someone out already, and Mitsuru hadn't even arrived yet. All of a sudden, a belch pierced the air and made everyone turn to the entrance. In lumbered probably the fattest woman any of them had ever seen. She wore a black dress to contrast her beautiful pale skin and flowing red hair. It had a deep plunging neckline that would normally draw attention upward but with her breadbox bubbling out of the opening, that took center stage. Speaking of her chest, it was clear she was going braless as the straps of her dress just barely managed to cover her modest. A copious amount of side boob was visible. It was clear the dress was suppose to extend to her ankles but her vast acres of indulgence made that impossible with the dress clinging tightly to every fold. Her chunky thighs were visible and they jiggled with every heavy step. The dress had a slit in the side but instead of exposing a long sleek leg it instead showed the dimpled flesh of her thigh. Makoto couldn't see the back from this angle but he noticed he could see her bovine like hips even from the front. Even her fat feet were crammed into her intricate white shoes. She wore beautiful white gloves that made her arm fat mushroom over the top. He felt a tap on his shoulder as he was handed a tray. "Keep her topped off. She might not look like it, but that's Mitsuru Kirijo." Makoto was glad he'd proven his worth earlier because now he got a front row view of her billowing body.

During the car ride over Mitsuru had the feeling of butterflies in her massive stomach. With Makoto it was different but to act like some lumbering uncultured beast in front of a room full of strangers, very high class ones at that, would she really be able to do this? Wrapping herself tightly in the fur coat she was wearing over her dress she almost wanted to turn around and go home. This changed when she saw a couple enter the banquet hall from her car, and for one moment before the door closed she saw the image of a certain blue haired boy talking to another one of the staff. Seeing him looking so handsome in his outfit it was like all her fears melted away. As long as he thought she was beautiful to hell what everyone else says! Licking her lips, she got rid off her fur coat and stepped out of her limousine. She smirked when she heard the shocked gasps of the other guests and valets as she stepped out of her vehicle. She grunted as she reached behind her to pull out the part of her dress that had already crammed between her fat inflated ass. She figured she would be doing that a lot this evening. After re-adjusting the top of her dress, the jostling of her breasts making audible smacks and sloshes for her audience, she slowly made her way to the entrance, preparing a big belch to unleash as she opened the door.

She smiled when she saw the only person to not have turned to look at her was the blue haired boy. It seems her grand entrance may have excited him too much and he had to try to regain his composure. Turning to everyone and feigning a look of embarrassment, she put her hand against her blubbery cheeks and said "Oh dear, Excuse meEEEEEEUUUURRRRPPP!" Another loud burp emanating from the engorged empress.
That's when she saw him, her soon to be ex. She put on her best stepford smile, raised her hand over her head and shouted.

"YOO-HOO, There you are darling! I've missed you so!" Her waving not only caused her copious amounts of arm fat to flop and wave in the wind, it also threatened to have her heaving breasts pop out of her dress, her having to use her other arm to keep them in place. She made her way over to her dumbstruck fiance and what she assumed to be his friends, they too having a certain air about them that made her sick. Her dress constrained her movement, making her usual waddle becoming more of a clumsy shuffle.

By the time she made her way to the group of men she was huffing and puffing already and sweating profusely. She played up her out of breath breathing, but only a little bit. Tongue out, panting like a dog, she reached into her deep cleavage and pulled out a cloth to wipe the sweat from her forehead. She could feel the disgust the group of men directed at her as one of asked who she was. She let out a deep belly laugh, also letting out a snort as she did which surprised her because she didn't plan to. "I'm this lucky man's beautiful fiance. Surely he has told you about me!"

She heard his friends snickering to themselves. "This is the girl he was talking about?" Her fiance was absolutely seething. His teeth looked about ready to crack he was clenching his jaw so hard. Mitsuru was unfazed and whispered "Don't do anything you might regret, look at all these important people here. Wouldn't want to make a scene now would you?"

Speaking again to the group Mituru said "Well, me and handsome here are going to go find our seats." Mitsuru purposely started to drool, "My feet are killing me and I haven't eaten in at least an hour."

She heard the men snicker louder as she shuffled away, making sure they saw her again dig into her butt to liberate her dress. Usually at these types of events they only set out enough chairs for the number of people attending. Rubbing her wide wobbling rear she hoped they had a few extra chairs lying around.

Mitsuru intentionally rubbed and pat her pudgy hands all across her belly to better draw attention to its enormity making sure to let out grumbles and the occasional "soooo hungry." They eventually arrived at a table with a few people sitting at it, although they quickly moved once they saw the waddling behemoth coming towards them. Now for one of the many aces up her sleeve she chuckled to herself. She reached into her belly folds and pulled out an entire candy bar. She shoved it in in two bites despite the fact it was king sized, making sure to smear it a little on her lips. "Oomph mmph sho good. Sweetie, could you get all the chairs to one side? I'd get them myself, but it's so much wOOOOUUURP."

Makoto was getting a clear view of her bountiful piles of backfat now. She'd chosen to wear a dress with an opening in the back and he marveled at the fact he could observe the upper part of her belly apron and the very edges of her breasts from the back whenever she would move her fat filled arms to feed herself. His supervisor pat him on the back. "I know, it's disgusting right? Look, sorry to make you do this but could you be their waiter? You've got a good poker face going on." Makoto nodded as he proceeded over trying to keep his grin on the inside.

Mitsuru's fiance was less than pleased, however. "What is this?" He hissed as he punctuated every word with a poke to her belly. It jostled like a pudding mold and his finger sunk into the third knuckle. "Hey *snort* you can get handsy later," she chortled huskily although she wanted to throw up afterwards. Her legs were wobbling like rickety bamboo stalks as she moved back and forth to try and get comfortable on her feet. Before her fiance could lay into her, she shushed him much to his anger. "*huff* I'm going to sit down in the next minute. I don't care if it's on the floor, I just can't *whew* keep standing." Grumbling, her soon to be ex, dragged the three abandoned chairs to one side of the table.

Relieved, Mitsuru lowered herself onto her hefty haunches. They shook from the impact even though she had gone down as slowly as she could. She was just far too fat to be graceful. One could see her seeping assflesh overflowing the backs of the chairs. They also pushed her forward enough so that her belly flopped over the table, looking as if it were eating that too. She rubbed her hips with her hands making sure to moan in relief. "Oh I don't know how much longer I could have kept standing. But trophy wives shouldn't have to stand right?"

She tried to snap her fingers to summon a waiter, only to find that her plump sausages had grown far to cumbersome to do that. She instead clapped her hands. That's when she felt a firm grip around her shoulder. It hurt a little bit and she said as much to her fiance. "I. Don't. Care. You're going to explain what the hell happened, and then we're going to get you liposuctioned." He made sure to keep his voice down but from the redness of his face, that probably wouldn't last long.

"Hmmm. I think not dear." She began to lick the chocolate off of her fingers with a loud pop following each one she sucked off. He squeezed her arm harder as she let out a gasp of pain. "I am your husband. You are mine to do with as I please. Don't toy with me." His face was very close to hers now. She belched right into it. He recoiled in shock as she laughed. "Oh lighten up darling." Just as he had regained his composure and raised his finger to start his rant, a strange blue haired waiter arrived with a tray full of food.

"You called madam? I have here a generous selection for you to choose from. Spiced salmon, stuffed mushrooms." He would have continued but he saw the way Mitsuru was unconsciously drooling. Makoto smiled. As much as he wanted to give her a big kiss right there, that would ruin everything. "I'll just leave the tray here for the Miss to sample as she likes." Despite her fiance's stuttering protests, he did so

Mitsuru put her the back of her pudgy hand to her forehead and swooned. "My hero! I'm absolutely famished!" The tray had barely hit the table before Mitsuru started grabbing the samples by the handful. Her bloated cheeks bulged out as she shoved more and more food into her greedy maw. It was more "inhaling" than it was "sampling." She was doing everything she was told not to do as a little girl, chewing loudly, smacking her lips, licking her fingers. Her breasts and and upper belly roll were littered with scraps of food. The upper portion of her table devouring gut pushed up into her boobs, causing them to slope a bit to the sides. Mitsuru started rocking back and forth in her chairs, each forward motion pushing the table further and further away from her. Her mouth still full of food she slapped the side of her ballooning gut and let out a huskey moan. "OooOooH Dearsh ooouu gotsh to try dish. Itsh heabenly!"

Her fiance was nervously looking around the room covering his face and trying to get as low as possible. Trying to whisper he said "Knock it OFF. DO you realize what your DOING! Your acting like a PIG!" Mitsuru snorted, this time on purpose, to strengthen her fiance's argument, "What was that dear? I guess I have been acting a bit hoggish." "A bit" was too weak of a description. Toward the end there it looked like she thought chewing was taking too long and had resorted to swallowing her samples whole.


Letting out another belch, Mitsuru's face lit up. Looking at her fiance who had begun biting his sleeve she put forth a proposition. "I know darling, if your worried about me acting like such a SOW, how about you feed me yourself? Wouldn't that be romantic?"

"I think you have had ENOUGH!" He whispered back, painfully aware of all the stares being directed their way. Mitsuru pouted, "My fiance won't even feed his stunningly gorgeous future bride?" Mitsuru shot Makoto a playful glance. "Well if you won't do it I'm sure I can find someone else who will. Giving Makoto a seductive look, she began rubbing circles with her index fingers on tops of massive milk machines. "Waiter, I assume you know how to treat a lady?" She opened her mouth as wide as she could.

Makoto gulped. She was getting a kick out of torturing her fiance, now she wanted to tease him as well!

Makoto looked towards Mitsuru's chest that was one excited movement away from popping out and then looked at her fuming fiance as if asking him for permission to treat his bride to be correctly. The man glared at Makoto. Maybe he couldn't take his anger out on this fat cow, but here was a perfectly fine servant boy ripe for abuse. "What are you staring at you little brat? Don't you think you've done enough damage already!?" People were beginning to murmur that it wasn't only the woman who was ill behaved. He threw a crumbled 100,000 yen bill at Makoto's chest and gestured at him to pick it up. "Here, I'll pay you to NOT feed this...thing anything else for the rest of the night." The rich man smirked, he knew how these poor types were. As long as he could bribe them, he could keep food out of Mitsuru's reach and she'd beg to be taken home to feed herself where he could punish her without anyone seeing.

Makoto simply handed the scrap of paper back to the man. "I'm afraid that's up to the lady, sir. Would you like something else? From the buffet table perhaps?" Mitsuru looked and knew exactly what she wanted. "Could you bring that fountain over here, the chocolate one?" Her fiance was gaping. No way she could truly be so hoggish so utterly devoid of any kind of class.

Makoto and another waiter were forced to bring over the three foot tall monument to decadence as Mitsuru shook her lower belly fold which made the table shake almost as much as the rest of her body. "I'm simply ravenous, I can't wait to truly FEAST." She noticed Makoto had placed another tray of finger foods next to her. Unthinkingly, she stroked his arm but when she saw the anger on her fiance's face, she rolled with it. "Maybe I should make him my looover. Like that one you have in Tokyo, dear." Her fiance blanched. How did she know about that, he shouted in surprise. "Oh I know most everything you get up to my darling. The Kirijo group is quite powerful."

He watched as she scraped a finger through the chocolate and stuck it in her mouth. He almost vomited as she popped it right out and flickered her eyelashes at him. She began to dunk the tartlets Makoto had brought right into the fountain and pushed each one into her mouth with a single plump digit. Eventually, this degraded further until she was grabbing the pastries by the handful and dunking them in the chocolate. She then would cram her sugar coated fist into her maw and chew loudly, taking turns looking at Makoto and at her fiance, savoring each of their reactions in a different way.

She'd wipe the excess chocolate on the pudding filled sides of her excess form and eventually started double fisting the decadent concoction. "Mew mo, *oomp* I mwont mwind," she quickly swallowed and belched yet again. "Excuse me, as I was saying, I don't mind if you keep a mistress, but eventually we'll need to produce an heir." Her fiance's jaw would have hit the floor if it was able. She slowly rubbed her hands down her belly as she remarked it would probably be a lot of work on his part. She tried to cross her legs, only for her pillar of flab to knock against her exercise ball sized belly and slam back onto the floor from the effort. "I've put on a bit of weight you see." She took a nearby wine glass and dunked it in the fountain and gulped the pure sugar down as fast as she could. She was getting such a rush from this! Completely and utterly in control no one dared to stop her despite how much of a pig she was. "You'll find a way dear I'm quite sure. Although, I broke my bed the other night so we might have to get creative." She brought another glass to her lips, making sure to snort into her glass as she did so.

Mitsuru's fiance was livid. His headache was getting worse by the second. He thought he was going to have an aneurysm. This is not at all what he had expected when he was given the chance to marry the head of the Kirijo group. He envisioned himself gaining control of the Kirijo group and it's vast resources along with making it's young naive heiress his pretty little arm candy to do with as he pleased. He didn't know what was worse, the fact his future spouse had transformed herself into a revolting pile of lard, or that she wasn't listening to a word he said!

Makoto just watched in amazement as Mitsuru wolfed down everything in front of her. He expected her to be a little bashful with so many people attending the banquet, but this was the most rapacious he had ever seen her. Finding herself not getting enough of the sweet chocolaty goop using her glass, she had elected to turn the fountain off and just chug it straight from it's bottom basin.

"Wew!" she said slamming the fountain down, chocolate dribbling down her prominent double chin. "I wonder how much a full sized one would cost?" Makoto chuckled at the thought of Mitsuru wallowing around in a full sized fountain of chocolate, and had to stop himself from jokingly suggesting to her she might as well get a trough as well.

Mitsuru looked at the too men, her fiance wearing a face full of rage, and her true love trying desperately to hide his wanting for her. She got another wicked idea. Lifting herself out of her chairs, she reached across her table for another delectable tart, but sitting back down she slammed downward with all her might. What she wanted to occur did, and the three chairs gave way, sending her crashing to the floor.

Makoto rushed to her side of the table while her fiance peered over it. Instead of seeing a distressed Mitsuru however, they were met with an eyeful of her furniture destroying rump pointed directly at them. Glancing back at them, Mitsuru began suggestively swinging her doorway hugging hips from side to side, the cheeks of her gelatinous ass rippling and slapping together vulgarly.

"Oh dear, it seems I've fallen and can't get up. I would ask one of you to help me..." she gave her butt a hearty slap, "...but I think it is going to take two strong men to get me upright." Winking at them both she added "But do hurry please, I don't want to miss the main course."

Mitsuru had been lucky to remain so firm and perky from her youth but even that wouldn't hold out forever. Makoto was able to make out a smattering of cellulite. On an ass so huge, it was bound to happen. Seems like her fiance noticed it too as he somehow managed to make another vein pop out. "You've made your bed. Now lie in it you hog," he snarled out. Mitsuru guffawed much to his anger. "Oh no, I wasn't talking about you, I was talking to the men in the room."

Makoto quickly gestured to another one of the staff to help him pick her up. Maybe he should get Akihiko to help him strength train? Then again, she probably got a kick out of being such a heavy pile of oozing blubber that no one man could lift her up. Even with two people, it was still a struggle. Makoto wrapped his arm around her torso, which was pancaking across the floor. He gave her an encouraging squeeze between her fat rolls since her could no longer reach across to her love handle.

Once she was in a seated position, she rested on her haunches with her dress concealing her modesty once again. Her belly blanket spread forward further and further as she leaned her flabby arms back to rest on them. Mitsuru soon discovered that her arms couldn't reach all the way to the ground around her rear anymore. She dipped a finger in the chocolate around her chest and stuck it in her mouth. "I believe I shall take the rest of my meal here." She turned to her future ex. "Could you be a dear and go get me something to eat? You haven't fed me all night and if we're to be married, this is something you must get used to it." She laughed and made sure to pepper it with snorts and punctuate that with her loudest belch yet. It hadn't been hard, rolling around on the floor had upset her stomach so.

Day in and day out with this? Sure he could cheat on her with some floozie but eventually he'd have to consummate the marriage. And the honeymoon! An entire week trapped somewhere with this pig!

No fortune was worth this. He'd find some other bimbo somewhere and cut his losses. For the first time all evening, Mitsuru's fiance smirked. "I believe that won't be happening. I'm calling this marriage off right now. Think on that as you stuff your fat face!" He tried to appear in control but it was clear he was inwardly fuming from the loss of such a fortune. Every other family was pennies to the Kirijo Group's dimes and he knew it. He was going to break something as soon as he got home, that was for sure.

Mitsuru began to lick the chocolate off her hand surprisingly calmly. "Oh that already happened dear. I finalized the cancellation this morning." There was a loud gasp throughout the room and even Makoto looked surprised.

"Wh-Wh-What?" he stuttered out.

With some difficulty Mitsuru rose to her feet. After fixing her hair, she grabbed a nearby napkin and wiped the remaining chocolate from her face. Her piercing gaze made her ex-fiance's blood run cold. This wasn't the face of the slobbering sow from moments ago, this was the face of someone with confidence and poise. Everyone in the room sensed the change. Crossing her arm's Mitsuru spat "You heard me, their is nothing for you to call off because I have already done so. Did you really think I would allow myself to be shackled to an immature lout such as yourself? I only came here to tell you in person. The thought of marrying you is sickening."

Makoto didn't understand. If that was the case then what was with the theatrics? If the wedding was already called off, the her little performance was unnecessary.

Mitsuru continued, "I only agreed to do this because I thought it was what was best for the company my father worked so hard to improve, but I've come to realize this is false. I am strong enough to carry on my fathers legacy and lead the Kirijo Group without your help. In fact, you would have just been a hindrance. The Kirijo group does not need some womanizing halfwit mucking about it's upper echelons!"

Her ex-fiance grip tightened. He was disgusting, immature, a halfwit? No woman in their right mind would end things with him! He took a step toward Mitsuru, blood boiling. Mitsuru stood her ground, completely undaunted. He was within arms length of Mitsuru before the whispers of the other guests stopped him in his tracks.

"Even that pig broke up with him? He must be bad news"
"He looks scary."
"Was her behavior a ruse?"
"I've heard rumors about him."
"I never liked the guy."
"Was he going to hit her?"
"She's right, what a scumbag."

Her ex could feel the eyes of everyone in the room punching holes through him. Even he knew he was finished if he did anything else, if he wasn't finished already. Turning to the crowd Mitsuru apologized, "I'm sorry that my littlle charade ruined your evening. I understand this is a charity event and I promise the Kirijo group will match the amount of money you raised tonight in full." She then gave the crowded as elegant a bow as she could muster.


.Mitsuru was unaware her bow had caused a massive tear in the back of her dress, but not wanting ruin her moment after winning the crowd over he chose not to tell her about it. He moved to stand behind her to cover it up, hopefully she won't notice and he can convince her the rip happened as she was climbing back into her limo.

Mitsuru handed a wad of cash to Makoto's temporary boss. "Would it be possible to hire that blue haired boy here and now? I was truly impressed by his attentiveness." The man was drooling more than Mitsuru would around food, or Makoto would around Mitsuru. "S-sure, he's all yours." Makoto was chosen to help the lady into her carriage. Still standing in front of the tear he was able to pretend as if he was hoisting the cow into her car but made sure to pinch a tire of thigh fat. "Up you go," he whispered to her cheekily. Her ass spread across the seat as she let out a groan. Makoto had to push her belly butter in a bit to squeeze in and after he sat, it still brushed against his thighs a bit. He made sure to push in as close to her navel as possible and to dip a finger in of course making her mewl in delight.

She whined and told him to stop his teasing. "Oh and what do you call the last half hour? I can't believe you drank out of the fountain! Do you have any idea how hard it was for me not to kiss you right there!" He sounded angry, but he had a big smile on his face. He quickly frowned looking genuinely perplexed. "Why-"

"Why did I do it? Makoto, I thought you'd know! Do you remember that conversation we had way back when this began." Makoto did remember actually. He had told her about persona and the concept of disassociation. Mitsuru chuckled a little. "You're lecture helped me quite a bit but I realized something else. Every mask you take on is a part of you no matter how much you separate it."

Mitsuru explained to him how being so corpulent was just a part of who she was now. "I'm the esteemed heir to the Kirijo family, the highest ranked student in the school both in terms of grades and position." Even after everything that had happened tonight, she stared to blush. "And I am also a woman who loves Makoto Yuki with all her heart." She placed her hands on the only part of her stomach she could reach and began to rub in slow contemplative circles.

She told him she had no intention of losing the weight much to his surprise. "I...want to make you the happiest man on Earth as long as we're together. Because that's what makes me happy."

"I needed to test myself tonight. I needed to prove to myself that I'm capable of pursuing my own happiness no matter what outsiders may think." She was ready to say more but was interrupted by a passionate kiss to her lips that made her cheeks wobble. It was devoid of any lustful intentions, just a simple kiss for Makoto to share his feelings.

They broke apart only because of the demands of their lungs. Panting, Mitsuru asked him if he enjoyed the show tonight. Her intentions weren't entirely pure. She wanted to drive her boyfriend wild without even having to touch him! She wanted her body to be so attractive to him, that she could get him going from across a room! They were interrupted by the limo arriving back at the dorm. Makoto traced his finger down the opening across her chest. "How about... I show you."

That was all Mitsuru needed. Though she was still a tad embarrassed at her conduct tonight, it also got her fired up. Grabbing Makoto by his tie she yanked him out of the vehicle. With a speed he thought impossible for a woman of her size, she pulled him up the dorm front steps and practically kicked the door open.

"Your back already? How did thi-" Yukari froze in place. Just seeing the look on Mitsuru's face as she waddled past, sucking on her bottom lip as she dragged her lover by the tie like a leash, she knew what was about to go down. "Ke-Ken! You've been cooped up in the dorm all day, you should go outside!" She screamed at the young boy.

The force by which Mitsuru was stringing him along started to make Makoto's neck sore. The way Mitsuru bounded up the stairs made her blubber enriched body shake wildly. Every fat filled roll rhythmically slapped together to make a symphony of flab. The tear on the back of her dress grew wider and wider with each stride, completely exposing the two over-inflated beach balls she called her ass. It took up the whole stairwell with no chance for even someone as small as Ken or Fuuka to squeeze past. It was memorizing watching it rise and fall, slapping against the fat of her back and her chunky thighs.

Makoto realized they were heading for his room. In Mitsuru's mind it made sense, his room was closer and he still had a functional bed. Sure, his room wasn't as spacious as hers, but that just gave the illusion she was even fatter. His smaller bed just meant they would have to huddle closer together.

Makoto, trying to be a gentleman and let his woman in, opened the door for her only to be pushed in himself by Mitsuru's enormous stomach. Rebounding off her jello gut he fell to the floor. The force was also the final straw for Mituru's food stained evening gown. The tear extending all the way down the back of the black garment, it fell off her sweating body into a pile in front of her. Her heavy udders plopping on top of her flowing apron of butter and lard, nipples erect. She really hadn't been wearing a bra. The trip up the stairs had Mitsuru gasping for air, or was it because of her arousal?

Makoto started undoing his tie, only for Mitsuru to quickly shout "NO!" In a sensual voice she begged, "Keep...it on...it suits you...you look DASHING!"

Mitsuru began waddling over to him, squeezing her breasts. Either her panties had exploded off her in the hall, or she wasn't wearing those all evening either, Makoto thought.

Makoto couldn’t have asked for a better invitation. He immediately grasped her fattened tits in his hands. They had the consistency of pudding and even still, she would bite her lip and gasp at having them fondled. “Mmmnnn I hope I wasn’t too –ooh- piggish for you tonight.” She let out an instinctual grunt once Makoto entered her navel. She could feel him become even stiffer at that. He didn’t know if she made those sounds on purpose or not but all he knew was the he loved it. Her voice had become slightly deeper from the ring of fat encircling her neck which made it even better. As he drove himself into her draping mound of meat, she couldn’t help but burp. She’d been such a greedy girl that all this exercise was upsetting her stomach. Plus as passionate as she was, even she couldn’t ignore the cries coming from her pampered fat feet and toneless flabby legs.
Seeing her discomfort, Makoto immediately led her over to his bed. “It’s a little small if that’s alright with you.” Mitsuru traced her finger down his suit. “Not small. Intimate.” She threw herself onto the bed as hard as she could. Her mounds of butt blubber slapped together as the hit the ground and her breasts almost struck her in the face. “Just to get it out of the way earlier,” she explained with a laugh. Mitsuru lifted up the upper fold of her belly, displaying her cavernous navel where Makoto was meant to be and Makoto obliged. Unfortunately, it seemed she had gorged herself on a little too much chocolate. She was still riding a wave of pleasure but it was marred by a look of discomfort. The SEES field leader shook his head and stroked Mitsuru’s face. “I have an idea.” His girlfriend wasn’t quite sure as to what exactly he was doing. He adjusted the mirror on his dresser so that Mitsuru could see behind her even after her little stunt with the bed. Makoto slipped on a condom and whispered in Mitsuru’s ear. “Could you get on all fours?”

She complied with a giddiness that wasn’t often seen, especially after Makoto gave her a little nip on her neck. She bent over and held herself up on arms that, despite their doughy coating, were like toothpicks compared to the rest of her corpulence. Her teats tickled the bed slightly which made her bite her lip. “P..please hurry.” She wiggled her fleshy hips at him in anticipation which sent him into a similar state. Only after he plunged in did she realize what he’d done with the mirror. She could see her dashing boyfriend as he took her from behind. She could see his face contort in concentration as he tried not to finish right then and there. She saw him smile whenever she’d let out a gasp or a grunt. The thing that sent her over the edge though was when he tried to play with her breasts from behind, only to come up short. He settled for fondling her jelly belly instead. Her ass had gotten so full, so fattened with lard and grease that he couldn’t even reach them from behind! She let out a cry as she reached climax. Her billowing body shuddered as her arms gave out. Her throws of pleasure made her tighten around Makoto who was barely holding on as it was and he too could take no more.

Mitsuru realized she was still at relatively the same height as before. Her gut mound was holding her up, she didn’t even need to use her arms anymore. No wonder they hadn’t been aching.
She turned herself on to her back and she felt Makoto plop down next to her. She held him close to her chest as her placed his arms between her rolls.

"Such a fool I was, If I would have just realized sooner what was best for the Kirijo Group I could have saved us both the headache," Mitsuru lamented. Makoto gave her another peck on her chubby cheek. Makoto explained what's done is done there isn't any point in dwelling on the past. "Besides, I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy how it all turned out," he said while squeezing one of her luscious love handles. Mitsuru nodded in agreement. Who was she kidding? She had gotten rid of her fiance, renewed her resolve to lead her father's company, and obtained the man of her dreams. Sure she had also gotten a body that put the Gourmet King's to shame, but that wasn't without its benefits too.

"Your right Makoto, now is the time to think to the future." Mitsuru's voice got a little more demure, "You know it's a shame, some things like the wedding venue had already been booked. If you were a third year like me, maybe that wouldn't have had to go to waste..." Feeling Makoto tense up a bit, she let out a deep belly laugh and said she was kidding. That was only half true, and if Makoto had agreed to marry her right then and there she didn't think she would be able to refuse.

Makoto held his ample girlfriend tighter, sinking further into her flab. All this talk of the future, he thought about the approaching date of the prophesied Fall. Ryoji had warned that Nyx was unbeatable, and although he and the other members of SEES had been working hard to try and prove him wrong, he still wondered if it would be enough. He tried to brush those thoughts aside for tonight. Mitsuru was officially out of her marriage commitment and they were together. It was a time to be celebrating.

Makoto's little introspection was interrupted by his bovine girlfriend rolling back on top of him. With some struggle, he was able to free his face from the fleshy confines of Mitsuru's fat laden udders, only to see her grinning face looking down on him. "You know Makoto, you promised to satisfy me. And I don't think I've had my fill quiet yet." He could feel the shifting of Mitsuru's immense weight on top of him as she moved into position. Her eyes now full of lust, she whispered to him, "This is partly your fault, you've made me into such a greedy girl." She was aware she didn't give him time to put on a new condom right?

The next morning, things were quiet at the table again although everyone seemed a little happier this time. If two of their good friends made each other so happy, did it really matter if they got a little loud sometimes? Yukari started in with her teasing. "Did you have a good evening Mitsuru?" She had a cat like grin on her face as Mitsuru blushed only to have it wiped off her face as her friend looked up with a smile of her own.

"Makoto and I had a very good evening together. Sorry if we were a little loud." Yukari recoiled in shock but relaxed shorty afterwards. Looks like Mitsuru had finally surpassed her yet again, oh well it was fun while it lasted. The SEES leader decided that she was just too happy not to share her joy with the others. They had a nice party just a few days before the Fall. It was nice for everyone just to take their minds off of things and for once, Mitsuru wasn't pressuring them to study.

Junpei found himself amazed at how much softer Mitsuru seemed. Not just looks wise but in terms of personality too. Maybe Makoto was onto something with this whole fattening thing? He thought of a Chidori happily munching on cake and massively fattened and shuddered. Okay maybe not. After mingling, Makoto found himself in a much more natural position. With one hand on Mitsuru's flabby tummy and the other on a forkful of Fuuka's delicious cake as he fed his fluffy girlfriend. The rest of SEES watched as they nuzzled into each other and every one was happy in their own way.

The Fall was stopped mostly thanks to Makoto. He was like a whirlwind and even managed to wipe out the Nyx Avatar with a single blast of white energy. Seeing him fly up to confront Nyx was the most scared Mitsuru had ever been in her life but a part of her knew that he would pull through.

Their relationship was founded outside of their work as SEES so they were able to enjoy a peaceful few months before graduation.

On the last day, she remembered the promise they made and ran up to the roof as fast as her fat legs would carry her. There she found Makoto resting peacefully in Aigis' lap.

Mitsuru smiled. As she waddled over she joked "Hey sleepyhead, if you should be resting in someones lap it should be mine." As Mitsuru got closer she saw Aigis's expression turn to one of distraught. Putting her hand on his face she called out to him. When that didn't work she started to shake him, but again he did not awaken from his slumber. That is when Aigis shouted he wasn't breathing.

Mitsuru's legs went weak. With a great thud she fell to the ground, the other members of SEES running past her. She started to tremble. She wanted to cry, but she was in too much shock. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Makoto awakened in the familiar setting of the Velvet Room, the difference being almost all the light from the room was gone, the only source being a single candle sitting on the table in front of him. Across the table was the long nosed man with the unblinking gaze and wide grin along with his trusty attendant standing next to him. The lighting conditions made him look even more sinister than usual but despite his appearance he had been nothing but helpful the past year. The man spoke up. "Well now, this is not something I had thought possible." The eerie man chuckled. "I told you before your fight with Nyx that nothing was outside the realm of possibility for you but you took it even farther. You have done the impossible and not only stopped The Fall from happening but you have survived the attempt!"

The yellow eyed woman spoke up, "But even so, you had to pay some price." "Indeed." The old man raised his hand, the wildcard appearing in his palm. The card then burst into flames and Makoto could feel some sort of force leaving him.

The old man spoke again "You were able to achieve a second miracle. Instead of your soul you were able to give up your sizable powers as a persona user to seal Nyx away. It seems out of all the bonds you have made, one in particular is very strong and very special, and has caused you to cling especially hard to life." Memories of Mitsuru played in Makoto's mind.

Elizabeth chimed in again, giggling. "It seems through this person two more bonds have been created. They are very weak at the moment but they are there, and growing stronger by the day." Makoto didn't really understand what the strange woman meant.

That is when the walls and floor of the Velvet Room began to crumble away, leaving the three floating in a dark void. Igor spoke for the last time. "I would say this is it, but you have surprised me so many times now, to say this is our last meeting would be unwise. Let me amend what I said to you before. You were not a remarkable guest. You were truly my MOST remarkable guest." And with that, his attendant reached over the table and using her fingers, extinguished the candle.

Makoto awoke on the school roof gasping for breath, Igor's laugh slowly fading from his mind. The tiredness he had felt the past few days was gone too. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around and saw the concerned gazes of SEES looking back at him. Before he could get a word out Aigis wrapped her arms around him, followed by Fuuka, until the entirety of SEES had him covered in a suffocating group hug. Wiggling free he turned to see his beautiful girlfriend, tears streaming down her face. Makoto said the only thing he could think of.

"Sorry for making you worry. But it's going to take a lot more than that to get rid of me."

Shaking her head Mitsuru crashed into him, both falling to the ground and embracing for a deep heartfelt kiss.

"Miss President, you have a visitor." Mitsuru asked her secretary to send him in to her office knowing perfectly well who it might be. She adjusted her wide pillowy rear on the couch she was seated on. Too fat for desk chairs, she needed it to properly contain her 350 pounds. It was quite ideal for her as it provided an open space for her big fertile belly to pop forward and her milk filled tits could rest comfortably on the surface. They had doubted this sweating hog of a woman who had come huffing and puffing into the building one day, but quickly changed their minds once she got to work. Although, her employees were still stunned at her still continuing growth. They couldn't help but admire a woman who still worked while pregnant with twins though.

She reached for another bucket of fried chicken she had on her desk. For some reason, she'd been really craving the stuff lately. She was thankful for the sewing talents of her fiance. Even her maternity sweatpants were tearing a little on the hips and her flowing white dress still exposed the flabbiest part of her fecundity.

Her belly was nice and firm on the top but her overwhelming gluttony had given rise to a healthy roll of flab to squeeze on her lower gut. So big and heavy, she had a secretary who's sole job it was to help lift her up at the end of everyday. But today, she'd give that job to someone else.

Makoto came in and helped his big bulging wife up by moving her automated couch back and hoisting. Her arms was bigger than his torso at this point. Her gut still extended past her breasts much to his delight. "Ready to go?" He asked. It had been sixth months since he had impregnated his lover and it was time for her checkup.

Makoto had been receiving grooming to become a corporate executive. With the babies on the way, he was clearly no longer a boy. Anyone who could make Mitsuru Kirijo birth his children obviously no longer needed high school.

Makoto noticed a protuberance pressing against her shirt and he tickled it with his fingers. "I see your belly button has popped out. Just one more reason to love this pregnancy." The other reason soon became clear as Mitsuru's udders shot out spurts of milk from having her navel fondled. "M...Makoto please not at work," she whined but smiled quickly. She had been worried that her pregnancy fueled growth would be too much for even Makoto. He quickly put her worries to bed again and again. Later she whispered to him.

Through the smacking of their company president's lips, the last thing the employees heard before the happy couple left the building was two different voices saying: "I hope they have your eyes," said at the same time.