Rinny gotta fatty face

“What’s the verdict?”

“I’m not making a verdict, I’m just….a little curious that’s all.”

“Seems like a waste if you’re not doing it. You’re getting your grubby hands all over me for nothing.”

“Who are you calling grubby?!?”

For a long while now, the contrast had been startling, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that the contrast was even more notable the closer you got. Even for skinny girl standards, Emi was skinny with a capital S, her weight still stuck in double digits. As a result, this meant she had some exceedingly slender fingers on her tiny hands to go with her soft palms.

Why did this matter so much? Well, there was no sugarcoating it. Rin Tezuka was fat. Not just fat, morbidly obese. Then again sugarcoating wasn’t the issue, as Rin was extremely aware of her weight gain. Just like how her former diet was her naturally forgetting to eat meals and general apathy towards food, the slow and steady shift in the opposite direction occurred, where Rin found herself subconsciously snacking and finding a new appreciation for flavour, at the cost of her physique.

“That’s the benefit I have over you. I can’t get grubby hands. I don’t get grubby feet either, so I have full advantage over you.”

“Ngh…stop flapping your gums for one sec…”

Picture if you will, a 91 pound girl not taking into account the extra weight that comes with metal prosthetics, standing before a 308 pound girl not taking into account the half a pound’s worth of food currently digesting in her stomach. Now picture the smaller girl reaching her bony lithe arms out, and letting her small hands grab out at the excessively pudgy cheeks that the larger girl is sporting on her rounded fatty face.

Emi was rather adamant about how much she despised the state of Rin’s room. Just seeing so many pizza boxes scattered around made her queasy, as she had never been fond of cheese at any point, yet she was surrounded by it as her armless friend seemingly loved the greasy treat, it was no wonder the moment Rin got the hang of making calls for delivery her weight began to really pile on.

“What have you been eating Rin? Your breath is nothing but oranges.”

“You wanted me to eat more fruit, so I started eating chocolate fruit.”

“….chocolate fruit.”

“Yes. Chocolate fruit. It’s a chocolate but it’s shaped like an orange and it tastes like orange.”

“What the f-oooohhh….so you’re the “rotund girl” that Lilly was going on about?”

“I paint a portrait for her dad’s office and she gets me chocolate fruit from England. Much easier than sorting out plane tickets.”

“Yeah you’d need to buy two seats with your fatass…”

Being casual with your friends makes conversations a lot more colourful. By this point Emi was making it clear her feelings on Rin’s scale tipping, which didn’t bother the girthy gal much at all. The bottom line was pretty obvious, as long as Rin was still able to paint and eat, then she didn’t care about piling on the pounds.

Emi scrunched her face as she began to crudely play with Rin’s face flab, squishing her fingers together to grope at her left cheek, fondling the doughy lard that caked her facial features, whilst using the other face to poke at the divot that was Rin’s double chin. Seeing how rounded and thick the definition of her pork was, melding with her chunky neck to a worrying degree, Emi tried her best to quell the thoughts of Rin potentially gaining a triple chin if she got any fatter…

“If you’re gonna be a lardo, you could at least make an effort with your look.”

“I’m in my room. It doesn’t matter how I look. Unless there’s ghosts here. They probably look worse than I do.”

“At least zip your pants up!”

“Can’t. Too fat.”

“Those are XXL! How the hell don’t they zip!?”

Smooshing Rin’s pudgy cheeks together, Emi hissed in annoyance. It seemed like something only Rin could do, in that despite her face fat being crushed together in a way that made her lips pucker in a silly manner, she could somehow keep a clearly stoic expression, mainly thanks to her neutral stare in those eyes of hers.

Watching the rest of Rin’s body didn’t help the annoyance. It was after school, so a clothing change meant Rin was currently clad in a vest and a pair of shorts, free and easy for manoeuvring which was more difficult now that her plump thighs meant Rin was forced to learn the art of waddling. As far as looks were concerned, Rin didn’t even attempt to hide the fact she was well and truly obese.

Her vest didn’t fit anymore, letting a strip of pale belly blubber ooze out, flopping softly over the waistband of her shorts and giving the world a look at her deep navel. Emi winced. On top of that, the vest worked in tandem with her bra to attempt to handle the boosted bust size that Rin had gotten since her gains, abit rather poorly as the straps ate into her chub. Emi blushed. Worst of all, despite being sized up accordingly, Rin’s shorts didn’t even zip, unbuttoned too to let more fat roll across her front, hugging her thickened legs to really squeeze her lard. Emi huffed.

“Rin, be honest with me.”

“Yes it’s me who keeps eating all the lemon cake stock at The Shanghai.”

“Aaahhh….look, just tell me straight….do you LIKE being fat?”

“…kinda.”

In an attempt to amuse herself, Emi’s slender fingers pushed up against the cheek flab, forcing Rin’s mouth to curl up into a smile, though once again her eyes made sure to show that the false expression of happiness was truly fake, which quickly led to Emi letting go to allow the fat to wobble softly across Rin’s head.

“Eating is fun. It’s nice to be all soft and cuddly too. I feel like I’m missing out on so many tastes. Wanna make up for lost time.”
“And you don’t mind how slow you are? Or how nothing fits and how your room is a garbage heap?”

“Emi hates cheeeeeeese.”

For the first time Rin showed an expression, a light smile on her tubby face to softly deepen her double chin more, to which Emi responded by intentionally nudging a stack of pizza boxes over, making them collapse.

“Aauuughhh…..can you just promise me you won’t get TOO fat? If you like being so big…that’s fine by me, but please don’t fatten up so much you can’t do something like painting anymore…”

“It’s a deal. Speaking of, we have another.”

“We do?”

“Your mom said if you won the track and field invitational she’d cook us her “World Famous Pasta-Til-You-Pop” dish.”

Looking over at Rin’s expectant face, her usually dull eyes having a soft shimmer at the idea of some delicious homecooking, Emi looked over at the wobbling turgid middle her friend possessed, no doubt already filled with plenty of delicious delicacies and somehow still hungry for more…

“….it’s no wonder you got so fat if mom keeps on cooking for you.”