Hifumi Part 2

He was caught off guard when Hifumi slammed into him. She almost took him completely off balance. She had buried her face firmly into his chest and...was she crying? The girl had placed her small little hands onto his chest and was gripping as hard as she could while she softly sobbed. Joker didn't know what to do with his hands so he settled with one around her back and the other gently stroking the back of her head. They stood there for awhile until Hifumi broke the silence.

"I thought I'd lost you."

"I'm sorry."

She looked up at him with sadness filled eyes. To think he'd been laughing it up with his friends just moments before. "Why didn't you tell me?" He carefully explained how he didn't know if he would have even survived. "I didn't want to give you false hope. If I d-... If the plan didn't work, one of my associates would have contacted you as soon as possible." Hifumi nodded slowly. Her crying had stopped at least, reduced to small sniffles. There was also the issue of security risks. "This is pushing it as is. My associates didn't want me telling anyone at all."

The words hung in the air a bit as Hifumi considered the implication. She wrapped her arms around him in a deep hug. Akira couldn't hide his surprise. He had expected her to yell at him, to slap him across the face but instead she was just savoring his presence. Sensing his thoughts she spoke up. "I'm just so happy you're alright." Her eyes were starting to water again. He let her stay there for a while as she thanked him for choosing her of all people. He honestly didn't feel like he deserved to be thanked for doing the bare minimum but he wasn't about to stop her.

Eventually though, Akira was the one who broke the hug. "It's only going to get more dangerous from here on out." He turned his back to Hifumi. "I have to go into hiding. I won't even be able to attend your matches anymore." He slowly turned around to face her, eyes closed in anticipation.

"It'll be best...if you move on. I don't want to hurt you agai-ow!" Akira felt a sharp flick right between his eyes. He held his face in pain and slowly looked up to find a stern looking Hifumi glaring at him. "Do you really want that?" Joker awkwardly stammered with a wide eyed expression. "N-no but-"

"It's okay to be a little selfish sometimes, Akira. Besides, that didn't stop you from asking me out to begin with. Honestly, you're the dumbest genius I've ever met."

A small smile had made its way onto Hifumi's face. It was her turn to give him a little pep talk just like he did when she was considering quitting shogi or when he cheered her up after her first loss or when she was feeling guilty about indulging a bit on sweets. God she loved him. Akira was at a loss for words. "B-but the last two days must have been awful. I don't want you to have to go through that again."

Hifumi assumed a more somber look. "They were. But I'd go through them again if it means I get to spend more time with you." She took the lead for once and kissed him right on the lips, biting his lower one a bit when they parted. "I love you Akira and I want to spend as much time with you as I can, no matter what happens later." Akira was reeling from this. "So, you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive. You're a hero Akira and that's what I love about you." She wraps her arms over his shoulders and gives him a truly genuine smile. "But just remember after a long day of making Tokyo a better place, you deserve to have a warm little place of your own." Akira turned his head to the side.

"That's the nicest thing *sniff* anyone has ever said to me." Hifumi was in shock. Was he crying now? He quickly regained his composure and resumed his usual smug grin. He felt Hifumi rubbing her finger into his chest as she gained a smug grin of her own. "You know, since I'm staying no matter what, you might as well tell me everything."

They were both grinning freakishly at each other. If there were any people in the room, they'd probably be pretty freaked out. Luckily their was only a black cat. "If I told you that, it would mean you could never leave even if you tried. I don't know..." Their faces got a little closer and they begin to kiss intermittently. "You won't -mmm- get rid of me -mmph- that easily. I demand you make me your hostage right now!" Akira pulled out a seat and placed her fattened bottom into it, trying to pay as little attention to how it took up more of the chair as possible. Now where did he put his white board?

Hifumi found it all a bit hard to take in. Honestly, if it wasn't for that app on his phone or the huge year long chatlog from multiple other people confirming its existence, she might have had trouble believing it even now. Honestly though it sounded really cool and she expressed her excitement repeatedly throughout his lesson.

"Even dragons have fallen under your power?"

"Goodness, an abandoned subway where you're chased by death itself? How horrifying!"

She made these comments in between bites of her chocolate cake. Luckily for Akira, the full story was so long he had plenty of time to bake a whole cake. And she was listening with rapt attention the entire time. She was only having one slice of course, but when she finished she unconsciously stuck her finger out and swiped it on the little bit of frosting left on the plate. She stuck the finger into her mouth and popped it out with a little moan of contentment.

Right when Akira was explaining why they had gone after the president of a burger company, he turned around to his girlfriend scandalously slurping down the frosting. They both blushed and looked away. "S-sorry." Joker assured her that she didn't have to apologize and he was quite happy to see her enjoying his sweets so much. Hifumi looked down in thought but then looked as if an idea had come to her. "Akira, could you bring that cake here?"

Akira dutifully did as he was told and was shocked when she stuck her fork right into the whole thing, not even bothering to cut another slice. It was gooey and warm and slid down her throat so easily that she took three more bites before even stopping to explain. "I've been craving your sweets Akira. I thought I'd never get to taste them again, I could eat a whole cake in relief." Akira nodded. So she was going to let him stuff her to the gills just this one time? He should get kidnapped more often! She briefly sent a quick text to her parents explaining to her man that would give them the next five hours just to be together. "Tonight is all about you, so feel free to do whatever you'd like." Akira was sweating a bit. He honestly would have been fine if she had just wanted to cuddle up or even if she had wanted to go someplace but here she was offering her body to him. He sat himself down next to her in the booth and looked at her seriously. "I won't be able to hold myself back once I get going you know." She let loose a little chortle. "I have needs to you know. Frankly, nothing makes me feel better than being shown how much you love me. So go right ahead."

Akira didn't need to be told twice. He stuck a finger right into the cake and held it out for her to suck on. While she did so, he placed her onto his lap and began to stroke and squeeze her pillow soft thigh. He fed her cake with one hand and continued his squeezing with the other. Every once in a while, he'd scoop up a dollop and place it in her mouth. Even though her head was being filled with a fog of pleasure, Hifumi was trying to remember what had set Akira off specifically during that one night. "Do you...enjoy their softness Akira?" He breathed an affirmative "mmhmm" into her ear.

"It's clear you've done nothing but lounge around all your life. They're the perfect bedroom thighs, I want to put my head on them."

They were fat enough for him to be able to grab a little handful to shake.

"I'm -mmm- far too busy with shogi to work them out," the girl teasingly let slip as she tossed her jacket aside. He had put the fork down just to massage and knead the fluff she was quickly developing. "That's how I like it. A queen should never have to labor herself. It lets me know how well I've been spoiling you." These words were whispered hotly into her ear and Hifumi felt a little jolt of electricity go down her spine. Yes, he would do anything for her. He'd come home after a long day of saving the city and utterly pamper her. No one else just her, her, her! It was selfish, but being made to feel so special really got her going.

Their was one problem however. "How could of a job I'm doing?" She snapped out of her indulgent stupor and looked down at herself. And almost gasped in shock from the sight of her fat little tummy pooch that was beginning to encroach onto her lap in this position. She felt again how tight her now thong like underwear was and how much she could feel her ass spreading out across her boyfriend's lap. Hifumi tentatively placed her fingers onto her plump accordion of belly rolls that peaked out when she sat down. Akira had begun to play with her breasts and was in the middle of praising their size. "Far too cumbersome for running but perfect for laying back and looking gorgeous," he had said. As much as she appreciated the compliment and as aroused as his touch was making him, she had to bring up the issue. "Akira *hah* I'm so fat." If only he hadn't given her teat a tweak right at that moment. Her worry might have shown through her arousal and he would have stopped. Unfortunately for Hifumi, Joker thought it was just part of the dirty talk. "She's even willing to call herself fat to please me tonight? Man I'm lucky!" This would seal the shogi player's fate.

He brought his firm hands down onto her pampered dough and started to squish and feel the fat spread between his fingers with one hand, while the other went lower.

"Oh no, you're nowhere near fat yet. But you've been getting so much fatter." He went back to his kneading of her squishy thigh while giving her pooch a pat. That's when it hit Hifumi. No wonder he'd been all over her recently if she'd been fattening up like a Thanksgiving turkey! But... she couldn't say she minded that part. Even now his hands were rapidly rubbing and fondling between every roll of her belly. He grabbed it all in one appendage and began to shake the small amount of cookie dough up and down sending ripples across her surface. Ripples that made her bite her lip. "You ate and ate like a spoiled house cat and you thought you wouldn't gain any weight?" She tried to protest only to be interrupted by two hands pinching a belly roll and jiggling it a bit. More ripples, and another firm barely controlled grip on her body. She loved his touch, it reminded her of just how cared for she was. His rough calloused hands on her soft flesh was a reminder of just how much he doted on her. In fact, his rubbing was making that feeling even more pronounced. "I'm afraid it doesn't work like that. You look like such a well fed little kitten now. But I'll keep spoiling you no matter how soft and flabby your tummy gets."

He came to whisper into her ear. "Because you deserve it." He followed up by fondling her breast through her clothes again although this time he rubbed the bottom part of her little belly bulge, right above her crotch. Hifumi let out a moan. She couldn't tell which fondling hand she liked more they both made her feel so desired. She decided to just enjoy the ride for now, she was fat anyway. Slowly he leaned her into the booth and onto her back. She could see his erection pressing firmly into his school slacks and spoke up. "Y-you really do love my body like this, don't you?" He grinned and kissed her deeply while squeezing her love handle. This made her moan right into his mouth. The new fat made her a little more sensitive to touch.

He broke off and regained his breath. "Hifumi, I love your new body. You get hotter and hotter every time I see you. I just want to feel your body bounce-" He was interrupted by her grabbing his head with her arms and pressing him into another kiss. "Show, don't tell," she got out huskily. He happily obliged. He had unbuttoned her lower uniform but now was the time for her perfect pale melons to bounce out freely. He saw the way they strained her shirt and couldn't help himself. He tore right through them sending a shower of buttons across the seat and onto the floor. "A-Akira." She was surprised by his forwardness. He'd never been this aggressive before. He quickly flung his own shirt over the bar while Hifumi released her bra. It popped right off leaving her pretty pink nubs bouncing up and down along with her chest. They slipped their lower wardrobes off as fast as possible and got to work. He took her nipple into his mouth so he could easily slap and fondle her growing muffin top. "Getting nice and fat," he muttered. Hifumi was enjoying how hard he was thrusting into her, but there was a small itch that still hadn't been scratched. "My ass *ooh* tell me about my ass." Joker stopped in shock. How had he forgotten about his favorite part of her? I guess it was a testament to how hot she was getting.

He flipped them over so she was on top, her pale moons wobbling a bit from the impact. He reached around and slapped both of them with his hands. He started off slow as he massaged her quickly growing butt. "I love how it fills my lap when we sit. I love how womanly it makes you look. I love how it wobbles like it has a mind of its own!" Every compliment was met with a slight increase in speed. "Hifumi, grab some of that cake in your hands and eat it." She looked at him with a mixture of shock and pleasure from the session but then quickly did as she was told. She did promise she'd do anything after all.

She took a gooey handful and shoved it into her mouth. Instantly she let it wash over her taste buds, it was still a bit warm. Joker grabbed her fatter ass and began to slam it down himself to increase the speed even further. Everything was shaking like a bag full of pudding, even her little stomach pouch was jostling. Hifumi was in heaven; she was being assaulted from two sides with absolute pleasure. Something about it seemed so...decadent. She wasn't even thinking about manners anymore, just trying to shove as much as she could in as fast as possible. More! She wanted more! And not just more food either. She took a whole slice and crammed it right into her mouth letting loose a loud groan. "Mmmmmm divine." She swore she felt Akira stiffen even more if that was possible. "You have the *ooh* best ass in Japan! I just want to slap it every time I *urgh* see it pressed against your skirt." Hifumi began to haughtily chuckle. "Praise me more," was all she managed to get out. Akira slapped it harder making her sharply intake a breath but not just from pain. "It'll look *guh* great no matter how big you get! Even w-when it outgrows this booth, I'll be there to worship it!" This sent her over the edge. She didn't even think about the fact he said she'd be so much fatter, she just imagined herself with an even bigger ass being praised and patted by Akira and just couldn't handle it. Always the gentleman, Akira was glad she finished first as he let go at just that moment. It was getting harder and harder to do that.

She fell onto his chest as the two regained their breath. They lay their for awhile as Hifumi began to softly cry. "I'm so so glad you're okay. I hope this evening proved my love for you." Akira just smiled. "I'm just glad you feel better about your body. I thought this whole time you were in denial!" Hifumi blushed. He didn't need to know about the truth of the matter. "Y-yeah I realized a little softness wasn't so bad."

Akira beamed. "Want me to feed you the rest of the cake?" She was about to protest when she realized, yes she would in fact like that very much. "Finish your story while you do it...Joker." The stuffed orb she walked home with along with the gait that only came after going hard for two rounds gave her mother quite a lot of material. Hifumi was glad she didn't notice she was wearing a Shujin uniform under her blue jacket. The next morning Hifumi, looked at herself in the mirror. She bounced a little on her feet watching her body undulate. She looked...fertile. More womanly. She may have had a small belly pooch but it was hardly a big deal. In fact, it even made her look kind of cute. Everything about her looked fuller, softer, maybe even better. She stepped onto the scale and saw the number go up.

"Only 15 pounds? I was worried it would have gone up 30." Nobody at school had even noticed. The only person who complained was her hyper critical mother. Hifumi turned to face the mirror again and gave her hips a shimmy and then slapped her plump rump. She was still riding high in shogi and her boyfriend had miraculously survived a brush with death. Maybe a little more softness wouldn't be too bad. She ran her hands across her hips and torso imagining they were Akira's hands. "I should just let him spoil me a bit. I won't get another chance like this. Besides, I might be fine with a bit extra." Yes that sounded good. It wasn't like she was admitting defeat. She wasn't even chubby yet! She'd get a bit softer and then stop. A brief worry went through her mind about last night. Especially how much she enjoyed Akira making love to her while she stuffed her face. "I-I was just getting into character. It was for his pleasure! I was happy he was happy." She would let herself go a bit more but she could stop herself at any time. Akira wanted her to keep growing and growing but her reserves of willpower would triumph in the end.

The first week or two after Akira's staged assassination, everyone thought it best for him not to leave the cafe. Once word of the Phantom Thieves leader's death faded from the news and the upcoming election came into full swing, he should be able to leave provided he hide his face and avoid any crowded areas. In the meantime however, his self imposed house arrest meant he had all the time in the world to refine his cooking even further. Sojiro even allowed for some of his confectionery creations to be sold at the cafe. He would always ask the customers for their opinions and use their feedback to improve. However they were just his guinea pigs. He saved his most extravagant pieces for his loving girlfriend. Helping the cafe gain a small profit was nice, but the true reason he was doing this was so he could take Hifumi's breath away whenever she bit into one of his lovingly prepared desserts. Lava cakes, custards, puddings, fudge, pies, he made them all. He had even begun to try make his own ice cream.

Hifumi had come by to see Akira everyday after school. If the Phantom Thieves were having a meeting upstairs, she would wait downstairs in the cafe until they finished. Sojiro would give her some of his best coffee free of charge and joking say it was for "putting up with Akira's nonsense." Sojiro knew how to brew some great coffee, but his shogi skills were lacking. One slow day she had gotten him to play with her as she waited and he was sweating bullets by his third move.

Once the others were gone the two could finally be alone in his room. Hifumi would grow a little discouraged, whenever she came upstairs his cut little black cat would leave. "Does he not like me?" She would ask, but Akira would say "That is just how cats are, he is probably just jealous of all the attention my lazy little kitten gets."

And attention she got. Every day would be an entirely new spread, a feast of nothing but sweets. Her favorite thing to do would be to sit in her boyfriends lap, and let him feed her himself, that way she had her hands free to practice her shogi. Every once in a while she would grind her plumper rear against his crotch, using it as a signal to her lover to pick up the pace and feed her faster, but after a while she did it just to mess with him. She loved hearing him suck air through his teeth in an attempt to hide his arousal and feeling him writhe under her lap smothering butt. Once all the food was nestled safely in her belly, Akira would have both hands free to do as he pleased. He would run his hands down the contours of her softer body, making her hair stand on end. Once Akira started doing things like this it was Impossible for her to focus on shogi. He would gently caress her swollen midsection to "help her digest," while pointing out the fact that even though it was packed tight he could still pinch off a soft layer of pudge. She still wasn't one hundred percent comfortable to have her belly touched in such a state, but Hifumi wasn't sure if it was because of how it reminded her of how massive it was, or if it was because it scared her how much she was enjoying it. Hifumi tried to stifle her soft moans and mews of pleasure, but Akira could tell just how much she was enjoying it by her erect nipples bleeding through her top. Unless for a special occasion, they usually saved sex for Sunday where they could be with each other all day.

After her rub down and when her stomach had settled somewhat Joker would give her a parting gift of cookies or muffins for school the next day and Hifumi would make for home. Hifumi would have to try to sneak herself into her room, lest she get more questions from her parents about her bulging gut.

She would strip down to her panties, and don her boyfriends shirt he had given him as makeshift pajamas. The fact it still carried his scent made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside and she would let his aroma lull her to sleep. By morning the swelling of her belly would be gone and she would be counting the seconds until she would be back at the cafe to have it filled again.

After a few weeks of this, Hifumi caught her reflection in the full body mirror on her closet door, and had finally started to notice her stomach was still retaining a bit of a bloated form even after a good nights sleep. She rushed to the scale, her flabbier body jostling and bouncing the whole way to the bathroom.

"T-twenty pounds in two and a half weeks?!" Hifumi leapt off the scale in shock, sending a wobble up her newly fattened form. She should have realized she was gaining serious weight when her boyfriend's uniform stopped reaching past her hips. Leaving her panty clad rear on full display when she jiggled around the house. Her little hop had disturbed her chocolate and caramel filled belly and Hifumi let out a small little burp. "Excuse me," she said to no one in particular. Akira had done his job and he had done it well. "May as well inspect the damages," she thought to herself. She looked at the mirror and realized how pronounced her chest had become against Akira's shirt and with a self indulgent smirk, pulled it off, ignoring the little flap of belly flab it failed to cover.

She picked up a white bra and twirled it around a still slender finger. "It's not all bad I suppose." Hifumi attempted to fasten the clasp but was met with firm resistance. It was tight. Her bra was the only thing she had upsized and it was tight. "Oooh Akira. My girls are just too big to be contained. That's worthy of praise don't you think." Hifumi repeated what she had said the last time they had been intimate to herself in her head. And they'd grown even larger since then. Finally she managed to find purchase on her much softer back and closed the bra. She smirked at the way her tit flesh muffin topped over the cups of the bra and began to massage underneath the hefty honkers. Beautiful pale grapefruits Akira had called them. "Any bigger and they might pop out," Hifumi said giggling to herself. She leaned forward and let them dangle over her arms. A deep valley of cleavage was reflected back at her. She could see why her man was always leering at them. She turned around and saw the way her bra strap dug in to her backfat. You could pinch an inch of fat above and below but she was more focused on just how tight it was. This position also gave her an ample view of ass.

Her panties had been a thong before but now they were like dental floss with how thinly they were stretched over the surface of her plump moons. It didn't help that she had swapped out her traditional white undergarments with a lacier frillier number. She clapped her hands onto her fattened backside and marveled at how they overflowed her hands like her breasts overflowed her cups. Her panties pinched into her sides even more uncomfortably than the bra did however. It emphasized her hip pudge quite a bit, making it puff out even further than it usually did. "Forget pinch an inch," Hifumi snarked to herself, "I think I've graduated to yards ufufufu."

The girl ran her hands along her love handles, making sure to let them bounce a little once her hands left them. She brought her hands behind her head and started to shake her cheeks back and forth. They wobbled like a waterbed now she was pleased to see. Every shake made them clap together a little bit as if even her own body was congratulating her on how curvaceous she had become. She plopped her fat ass down on the counter top watching the ripples travel across its surface and imagined it was Akira's lap. "Oh but I've outgrown his lap, haven't I? My bounty just spills over his legs. Lucky boy, ohohoho!" She brought her hand to her mouth in laughter but quickly clamped it over hoping her parents hadn't heard that. Where on earth had that come from?

Well, better worry about that later. She had been spending a little longer than usual and she'd only put on fresh small clothes. "One more quick one for the road." Hifumi said, smirking as she bounced up and down a bit. A wave of pleasure was beginning to wash over her. Recently, she'd become far more sensitive to even small touches. Her body was just so big and voluminous she couldn't help it. Her hand made its way to the front of her panties...

"Hifumi! Are you done in there!"

"Five more minutes mother!" She better get moving.

Honestly, she hadn't meant to get so carried away. She only wanted to admire her body a little bit more but the tenderness of her meat and made her forget herself. But only for a moment. She hopped up from the counter as a thought reached her head.

"Wait a minute, I keep my clothes in my closet. Why DID I come in here?" Her question was answered as her feet hit the floor and she felt her belly bounce.

"Oh yeah. That's why."

She sighed and turned to face the mirror once again. Slowly, her eyes fell onto her tummy bulge. No, she wished it was a bulge. It had not so firmly graduated into "sack" territory now. A big squishy sack filled with viscous pudding. Hifumi grabbed a big wad of pudge between her two hands and shook it. She blushed when she realized she was fat enough to do that now. It easily flopped over the rim of any skirts or leggings she wore but hadn't yet begun its downward descent to her thighs. That didn't mean it was firm, quite the contrary, it easily poured over Akira's fingers when he'd happily dig in during his fondling. Hifumi gulped. She knew he liked it now but it was getting to be really...present. It stuck out just as much as her bra busting breasts and showed no signs of stopping.

Even her navel had started to become a cavern, not the shallow little hole anymore she could stick her finger in up to the first knuckle. The untoned princess stuck out her arm and played with the fat clinging to it. As if her stomach wasn't bad enough. Even her face was filling out a bit, the extra weight giving her a soft cheeked look. Her pouting made the effect even more pronounced. "Okay, time for a diet." She was interrupted by her stomach growling which sent a ripple across its squishy surface.

Oh yeah it was almost time for her pre breakfast blueberry muffin. And those crepes Akira had made looked divine. She rubbed large circles around her belly while she salivated. Snapping out of it she realized that dieting wasn't an option now.

Well it was but she really didn't want to. Every single treat was filled with love, a warm caring love that she just couldn't say no to anymore. It was more than just the taste although that certainly helped. Okay, it really helped but there was more to it! It was a way for her to constantly be reminded that somebody was there even when they weren't. And that somebody could go at any time. Then there would be no more beautifully prepared pastries, no more enlightening shogi matches, no more arms to fall into after a long day. Recently her life had been struck with a severe absence of love with a mother who was too wrapped up in herself to care about her daughter and a father who could barely stand. They had somehow become more than just pastries, they had become the ultimate way for Akira to show her he cared on an almost daily basis.

"I can diet...when he moves in March. I don't want him to stop just yet." So what to do then?
Hifumi let out an involuntary groan when it hit her. Exercise.

She smiled a bit when she realized Akira had made her crave his baking so much that she was willing to exercise just to have it. If she was being honest, she quite liked her current weight and just wanted to slow down her expansion a bit. Over thirty pounds in a month was no laughing matter. Maybe lose some of the heft around her torso with some crunches. If it was up to her alone she'd never have the willpower to even walk down to the park but Akira had promised to help her. "He'll understand. I just don't want to get a big flabby belly." Besides, Akira paid the most attention to her butt anyway so it should be fine.

She bounced on her heel experimentally and watched her belly shake and jostle with every step. Hifumi had to bite her lip. Better not do that too much, she might actually start to like it. It reminded her too much of her boyfriend playing with the sack of dough. Bouncing, slapping, and dropping it on her lap.

She heard a banging on the door and in her frustration, opened it before putting a towel over her body. Her mother was glaring at her before an expression of shock coated her face. She knew her daughter had been porking up, but she didn't know it had gotten this bad. She began to launch into a lecture, "Hifumi, what did you do to yourself! You look f-" when all of a sudden, a memory flashed through her mind. A subway platform with several figures standing in front of her. While the others were distracted with something, a dark tall one had leaned down and whispered something into her ear. "You will never make your daughter feel sadness ever again."

Yes. Perhaps a little more tact was in order. "You look fetching today. New shampoo?" Hifumi had gone from looking at the floor to nodding in confusion. She was glad her mother held her tongue for once, she knew she'd gotten a little fat and honestly she didn't need someone to make her feel awful about it. She was starting an exercise routine today, after all! But that reminded her that she needed to do her routine. Akira loved how smooth and flawless her skin was and the wavy shine her hair held. It took her awhile in the mornings but it was more than worth it. It made her feel all the more like a luxurious princess and was the perfect way for Akira to praise her in public. Might as well do her nails while she waited.

After spending time with her father, she was off. Her once loose Sunday dress clung tightly to the curve of her bottom no longer flowing outwards, making her walk more stilted. Her parents watched her go with her new hefty sway. "I just worry she's getting too big for that boyfriend of hers. And what will the league think?" Hifumi's father chuckled. "It's just some love pounds. Happens to everyone. I remember when we first got married, you put on so much weight that-" The poor man was interrupted by a slap on the arm which made him laugh harder while his wife insisted: "that was different!'

Hifumi checked around the cafe to make sure nobody was there before she called out. "Oh Joker~, I hope you have something good for me!" She reflected that she was glad she was wearing leggings as the tops of her thighs had started to rub while she walked. To an outside observer, it would look like she was talking to the middle aged man in an apron before a hooded boy. "Nothing but the best," he said as he placed the last of her spread on the counter. She loved the spreads; they allowed her to decadently nibble at a huge assortment of sweets and still have plenty of leftovers. Akira couldn't help but blush at how cute her face looked now that it was starting to dimple. "And how is my adorable little cream puff doing today," he said while he tickled the belly bulge that was visible through her dress. Hifumi giggled and let him plant a kiss on her cheek while she listened to Sojiro mumble under his breath. "Well, this is the part where I step out I suppose. Remember what we talked about Akira." He grabbed his hat and left while Hifumi gave her boyfriend a perplexed expression.

Akira laughed while he grabbed her dainty hand between his fingers and led her to her seat at the counter. "He says I'm spoiling you too much, he worries that I won't be able to handle you after a while." Hifumi chuckled haughtily as she settled her hefty cushion onto the seat. "He might be right. My hips are almost too much for this seat." She was correct, her hips were seeping closer and closer to the edge of the bar chair by the day. The heft of her breasts and belly lifted up her dress a bit showcasing her thighs in all their fattened glory. They pushed her pantyhose to their limits making them almost see through as the plump dollops of vanilla pudding were visible spreading across her seat. Akira ran his hands down her hips while he spoke. "Impressive, but I can handle a little larger." At the word "larger," he gave them a firm squeeze making Hifumi mewl with delight.

She brought a tray full of puff pastries closer to her and delicately picked one up, biting into it sinfully. Akira had noticed she hadn't brought her shogi board this time. Perhaps she was finally at the stage where she just wanted to eat without distraction? Hifumi for her part had honestly forgotten about her plans for today as soon as Joker started his usual doting and was only reminded when she leaned forward for another puff pastry. As she moved her body forward, her squishy paunch rubbed against the counter top, snapping her out of her indulgent stupor. She had come here on a mission! Hifumi held out her face to be wiped off by Akira before she continued.

"Darling...I'm sure you're wondering where my board is." Akira paused. He had been just about to give her the usual digestion aiding belly rub when she had spoken up. He pulled back his hands and listened intently. "The reason I did not bring it is because...I'd like to try my hand at exercising, and I'd like you to help me." The boy had a shocked expression on his face but politely settled on a more neutral one. "What brought this on?"

"I'm just worried I might be getting a little too big." She added a little 'for you' in her head a little afraid that he might confirm it if she said it aloud. "I've been getting a bit broad around the belly and thought it might be time to cut back a bit." Akira nodded. This was the stage most girls began to get cold feet about the whole thing which he had been prepared for. He honestly thought Hifumi would be the one. The one who he could get to love her new body enough to keep it. "I understand. I'd just like you to know I think you look wonderful right now." Hifumi laughed haughtily.

"Oh I know. You've made that very clear. In fact, I've grown quite fond of being so luscious." The curly haired youth perked up a bit. "Don't misunderstand. I'm quite comfortable as I am now, I'd just like to stop before my belly outgrows my uniform."

"O-oh. Have you thought about upsizing?" He stammered out awkwardly, trying to hide his excitement. Hifumi sighed while placing her hands on her belly roll and gave it a firm squeeze. "Of course I have, but if I do that, it won't be long before I upsize again and again and again. No Akira, if I don't halt it now, it will become easier and easier to put it off." The spectacled youth made a sound of understanding and began to put away some of the treats. He was a little disappointed but if she truly wanted to stop growing and start exercising, he'd help her to the best of his ability. When he moved to put the tray of puff pastries away, he felt a small grip on his wrist. "What do you think you're doing?" Hifumi was glaring at him cutely. Akira attempted to explain he thought they were going to go exercise.

"We are, but it would be a shame to leave this tray unfinished. Plus I haven't eaten since breakfast and I need a power boost." Joker watched her daintily nibble on pastry after pastry and nodded to himself. "She doesn't truly want to stop," he realized, "there's just things holding her back." The boy began to feel guilty. He could guess as to one of the reasons. Worry about the opinions of others. He'd helped her get past that fear for her shogi career but it seemed she wasn't quite ready to feel the same about her body. But there had to be something beyond that. She wouldn't have fattened up so nicely only to suddenly stop solely if she was worried about the opinions of others. No, there was something else. But Akira didn't know what that could be.

"I'll find out what's bothering you, Hifumi. And then, I'll make it disappear," he vowed to himself. She was such a gentle soul; it was the reason why he fell in love with her after all. Had she ever spoken a bad word about anyone in the time they've been together? Akira honestly couldn't remember. She finished up the last of her pasty with sultry licks to her sticky fingers.

"You're such a good boy Akira. I'll be sure to make it worth your while. Now come help me get dressed." She stood up and ran her hand under Akira's chin. He quickly followed.

The dress took some work to finally remove. It had gotten jammed around her hips and she put on a little show, bouncing up and down trying to cram her outfit down past her fattened bottom. Her belly and breasts flopped about wildly and Akira couldn't tell which was the more jiggly of the two. She put her hands on her hips with a huff, the kind of huff that makes one's tummy pooch out all the way, as she turned to her man. "Oh Akiraaa this accursed dress has me trapped. Could you provide assistance?" He made his way over to his poor imprisoned lady and gave the fabric a hefty tug. She began to rub all around her body in relief, not just to rile up Akira but also because that dress was tight. She felt like a Christmas ham stuffed into a sock which Akira obviously noticed.

"Has my plump little sausage roll gotten too thick for her casing?" He gave her bottom two pats, one for each cheek. It was hard to tell who was teasing who. Hifumi quickly regained the lead by rubbing at her bra. "This lingerie isn't meant for running. I think I might just go, what do they call it, commando."

"In that case, let me help you with that." He removed her bra and watched with glee as it flew across the room as soon as he loosened the first strap. He brushed past her teat on his way to her belly. "Oops," he told her with a cheeky smirk as he began to grope her belly fat. "A-Akira the w-workout *gasp*" She let out a quick breath as he nipped at her neck. "You need to warm up first." She couldn't argue with that.

An hour later, she was dressed in proper fat girl attire. Sweatpants and all. They did nothing to hide her generous curves and her shirt emphasized the swell of her potbelly. They were the same clothes from her first attempt and at this point gave her a flabby little muffin top.

Her top didn't quite cover her belly pooch either, leaving a delicious peak of skin on display. She gave her pale pudge a scratch and hoped not too many people would stare on the subway. Akira came to the rescue yet again with his oversized black jacket. They were lucky he was taller than her, if they were the same height, it would probably be tight too. He put on his surgical mask and hoodie and they were on their way. Or they would have been if Hifumi didn't insist on a quick snack. "That was quite the session, don't you think? Just one more quick one for the road!"

Hifumi took a secret pleasure in the way people's eyes were glued to her butt. She made sure to set herself down to prevent any unwanted pats. As they stepped off, the shogi player realized they were going to the park.

"Shouldn't we be going to the gym?" Akira nodded but quickly explained.

"If we go to the gym, there's a chance Ryuji might be there and he'll say 'yoooo what's up Akira! Long time no see huh?'" Giving a perfect impersonation of his blonde friend, Hifumi remembered the little incident with the student council president and realized her boyfriend was probably right. "And it's a lovely day out don't you think?" His girlfriend had to agree, it was surprisingly sunny for the winter time. At any rate, she wanted as few eyes on her as possible as she made a fool out of herself so it was most likely for the best. "So any idea what you'd like to do-"

"Situps!"

Akira was taken aback. He hand't expected her to have any idea of what she might want to do, thinking it would be left up to his discretion. But no big deal, it was as good of a place to start as any. "Do you know how to do a situp?" She gave him a fake pout. "Of course I do! I did them back in middle school thank you very much." Akira chuckled and pat her belly. "Been awhile." He stopped laughing when he saw she looked a little upset. "Sorry about that. Let's just get started, okay?" Her smile returned as she agreed.

Hifumi began to tie her hair back with the charm she kept attached to her head. "What is your judgment, Akira? Yea or nay on this style?"

The boy brought a hand to his chin in thought "Truthfully, I think your hair looks better when it flows down. It looks much more elegant that way. Plus your braid is a definite charm point." Hifumi let off a content little chuckle. "When you put it that way, how can I possibly argue?" They found a nice bench for her to do her situps on and Akira proceeded to grab her feet. "Okay let's say...ten to start with for your first day. And...begin!"

Instantly, the poor underused abdominal muscles cried out in agony. Hifumi made it to three and a half before she lay flat on her back with her arms above her head. She sunk her fingers into her belly flab, trying her best to rub the soreness out. This was even worse than the pain that happened whenever she stuffed herself to the brim, and unlike that pain she hadn't gotten used to this one in any capacity. Akira frowned. "I'll be generous and count that one but you still have six more."

"Unless you'd like to go home and finish off those double chocolate chip muffins. I know how much you like those," he added with a teasing glint in his eye. Hifumi groaned. That sounded heavenly but it could wait until after the workout. "Just let me *huff* catch my *hah* breath *hoh*." After recuperating, she was able to do her next two but was quickly back to her panting position. She seemed hesitant to start again knowing it would put her belly butter in a state of agony. "How about this: if you can bring your pretty face up here, I'll give you a kiss." Hifumi couldn't stop the smile splitting across her face. Honestly, he could be such a dork sometimes.

...

Her lips met his for a quick peck. Her doughy abdomen couldn't handle the strain that a passionate one would put on it after all. It made her feel all warm and tingly. Her fitness may be pitiful but even in this he'd be by her side.

After what felt like an eternity, she was finally able to complete her herculean task. Granted, a task that most normal people would complete in less than two took her five; intersperse with plenty of huffing and puffing. But the important thing was she did it. Akira lovingly brushed the hair out of her eyes. “I’m surprised. It seems my pampering has been lacking if you’re still able to do that.” Hifumi flushed pink from a mixture of her exhaustion and his teasing. He helped her up to a seated position as her hands got to work on her overtaxed middle. “Nggh I’m *hooo* full of surprises I suppose.”
“And cake.”
She didn’t even have the energy to slap his arm, pitifully running her fingers across its surface instead. The girl waited until she had recovered somewhat before responding, guzzling through half her water supply after only one exercise. “That’s why I had to do this now. Any more spoiling and I wouldn’t even be able to put on a skirt without gasping for breath!” Akira shuffled in his seat uncomfortably as Hifumi got back to her kneading, blissfully unaware of just how appealing that sounded. Although she dreaded the answer since it meant more bullying to her adipose covered abdominals, she knew that she’d have to do more than one exercise eventually. Especially if she wanted to lose some of this jelly belly any time soon.
“So, Akira, do you have any more core exercises? I’m afraid I’m quite…inexperienced in this matter.” She paused a bit when she noticed the curious expression her boyfriend was wearing. “This belly butter isn’t going to lose itself you know,” she added, giggling as she pinched and shook a little ring of fat on her midriff. Akira made a little o shape with his mouth. She really was trying to get rid of her belly and only her belly.
“Hifumi,” he began awkwardly. “You know localized weight loss is a myth, right?” She looked at him absolutely bewildered. “W-what?” He explained how it was impossible to isolate weight loss to one area.

“B-b-but my strategy. My plan was foolproof.” Hifumi slumped her shoulders in shock while Akira gently stroked her back. “It’s okay. You made the best strategy you could with the information you had. Next time, just come to me, okay?" Hifumi nodded slowly. She felt distraught. The only way she could lose this thrice damned dough ball of a belly was to lose the rest of her lovely curves as well. Her face scrunched up in determination. "If it means losing this unsightly mass, then I'll do it." Before she could get up, Akira stopped her. "Hold on just a minute." He snaked his arms around her and held her fatty midriff with a firm grip. "You think this adorable ball of pudge is unsightly? Do you need to borrow my glasses perhaps?" Hifumi rolled her eyes and laughed. How could someone so suave say something so cheesy? But she really appreciated it. "Thanks Akira but that's right now."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean people are willing to give some leeway with curves. They'll even put up with a little belly." She gave her paunch a sad little pat. "But if I keep eating and lazing around like I have been, this belly will only get bigger and bigger until people won't be able to ignore it anymore." Akira was slowly beginning to understand one of the core issues she was having. "Are you worried...that I won't be able to ignore it?" Hifumi sadly nodded her head again. The issue was laid out on the table and Akira felt awful. He had been far too busy praising and patting her breasts and backside he had neglected to do the same for her belly. In fact, he had done nothing but tease it. And if his predictions were right, that would need to change quite soon.

"I'm sorry kitten, I seem to have given you the wrong impression. I'm naturally drawn to the largest most voluptuous part of your body." At this he shifted his hefty girlfriend onto his lap. His arms strained a bit while doing so much to his delight. "But I should have been giving attention to all of it."

Joker put his head on Hifumi's shoulder and wrapped his arms around her spare tire. "I love your belly, it's so soft and wonderful and fun to play with." He squeezed her in close and closed his eyes. "I know I like to wind you up sometimes, but I really do love how big and squishy your tummy is getting." He repeated his action of holding out his hands far in front of where her stomach protruded out; he was pleased to see the gap had closed a bit. "And I'd like it even more if it was bigger." Hifumi turned her head towards his and whispered quietly. "Do you mean it? Truly? I-I won't allow you to change your mind later."

Akira laughed warmly and hugged her even tighter making her tummy flop over his arms. "I want to be smothered by your softness. I'll love you at any size but I want you to get big, big, big. Hifumi, you could never get too fat for me." He decided to prove his point a little more. "I've only been giving your butt so much attention because I far prefer a big soft belly and sweetie, that's what you'll get before long."

"W-what do you mean?"

Akira traced his finger through the belly roll around her belly button. "This belly is about to surge with fat. I know a bell shape when I see one and you're going to be the most wonderful plump little bell in all of Japan." Now it was Hifumi's turn to close her eyes. If what he said was true, she could easily imagine him embracing her from behind and jiggling her overflowing heft making her laugh with glee at the firm loving grip he would hold. He'd give her belly a nice pat while walking along the street, like a quick little kiss to her paunch. She took a deep breath as she pictured Akira resting on it like a bed as they told each other about their day. Quickly, she had to open her eyes and shake her head. She hoped up from Akira's lap, his hands had removed the last of the soreness. "N-next exercise please," she managed to stammer out trying to hide the blush on her cheeks.

Akira followed his girlfriend's lead and stood himself up. "I just hope you're doing this for your sake and not someone else's." Hifumi looked to the side unable to meet his eyes. "O-of course I am. I can't gain anymore weight." Akira decided not to press the issue for now and gave her a quick pat on the shoulder. "Well come on then, let's go for a jog." He couldn't help but laugh at Hifumi's groan of annoyance.

This time, she didn't even make it half a mile before slumping to the ground in exhaustion. Her thighs rubbing together and her new center of gravity her ass gave to her made running even more awkward than before. "Come on Hifumi it's just one more half mile," Akira shouted. He had not sweat a single drop except when he saw her cheeks wobble through her sweatpants when they hit the concrete. "C-can't *gasp* too fat *wew*." Eventually, Akira got her to walk the rest of the way but even after that she was breathing heavily through her nose and leaned her hand against a nearby tree afterwards. Her gut began to grumble, unaccustomed to both exercise and not being stuffed full of pasty at this time of day. Akira was about to tell her to get a move on, she was nowhere near done, it was his job to help her exercise after all, but then he remembered that wasn't his real job. His real job was to give Hifumi what she wanted.

"Want to call it quits for today?" Hifumi looked up at him with pleading eyes. She wanted nothing more than his permission to stop. If she asked, it would be like she failed and was one step closer to complete and total gluttony, but if Akira did it for her, she was blameless. Akira noticed and nodded his head. "Good first attempt, Hifumi. I'll use the results of today to make a more enjoyable fitness plan." Hifumi smiled wide. That's all she wanted to hear. Unfortunately, her legs felt like they were made of wood and she reached down to massage the soreness. She saw Akira leaning down in front of her.

"Get on my back, I'll carry you to the train station." Hifumi guffawed but obediently put her legs into position. "I don't know, aren't I a little too heavy for you?" Joker just smile. "It's like I said earlier, you'll never be too heavy for me." Hifumi's teasing smirk was replaced with a genuine smile as she buried her face into his curly hair; a muffled "thank you, Akira," could be heard from the back of his head. He said that to be romantic, but truthfully Joker didn't know how much longer he could keep doing this. He was stronger than he looked, but she was getting chunky. Maybe he should hit Ryuji up for a gym session sometime.

Progress was slow, but they eventually made it back to the subway and Leblanc. Hifumi was tired and starving, Joker told her to stretch out on his sofa upstairs while he brought up the rest of her sweet spread. When he finally got the temperatures right on all the desserts and laid them across a low table in his room, Hifumi stretched herself across his lap after stripping down, thick thighs crossing over each other and arms reaching out to pop forkfuls of pie and other treats into her waiting mouth. She truly felt like a spoiled princess, being rewarded with the slightest exertion by a buffet of treats and a nice firm lap to stretch across. It was even more pronounced when Akira began to gently rub her bare alabaster belly.

With her exercise enhanced appetite, she easily cleared through everything her boyfriend had prepared for her. Not a leftover crumb in sight. He began to use both hands in his belly massage making Hifumi let out a long low purr. She closed her eyes and just let him rub it. Her tummy flab was big and protruding and unsightly, but right now it was warm and full and being cared for so tenderly that she allowed herself to forget about everything else.

"Oh yeah I got you a little something." Akira reached over the side of the couch and whipped out three different pairs of long stockings.

Hifumi turned them over in her hands as Akira explained. "You complained your thighs were rubbing together and giving you a rash, so I got you these." They were far different from her usual socks and would stretch all the way to the tops of her plump thighs. Plus they looked properly sized and wouldn't constrict her abundance of thigh flesh so cruelly like her leggings did. "As appealing as rubbing lotion on that would be, I can't let my tender little truffle be in such agony, now can I?" Hifumi flung her arms around Akira and coated him with kisses. "Thank you so much! This is exactly what I needed." Joker couldn't help but look down. With her fat pastry filled belly starting to dip and the thickness of her pudding packed thighs, their was no way to see her womanly area from the front any longer. She was becoming quite the little butterball.

The second session of the day was much more gentle which gave Akira plenty of chances to gently stroke and squeeze her tummy. He was so happy she didn't squirm in embarrassment this time. They lay together as Hifumi began to doze off. The last thing she said before nodding off was her concern over her inability to stop growing. "I can't put on anymore weight. One by one, I can feel my resistances disappearing. You just...make me...so happy." And with that, she was out like a light.

Joker glanced at the devastation she had laid to his buffet of sweets and knew this weight loss of hers would go nowhere. Then she'd be even more saddened and would lose even more self confidence. She wanted to cut loose but she was worried she wouldn't be able to turn if off if she started. That's when the solution hit Joker. If she started. He chuckled to himself. It was just like the exercise today. He'd give her away to ease her guilty conscious until she didn't need it any more. Until she could admit to herself what she really wanted.

Hifumi walked through the halls of her school with a happy sway in her step. Walking was so much more comfortable recently and the white fabric clinging to her legs emphasized their healthy curvature and made the soft flesh that was visible all the more tantalizing. This was compounded by the shortness of her skirt. She was going to ride out this uniform size as long as possible, and if that meant said skirt was one small breeze from exposing her backside, so be it. They were still covered for the time being, but the swell of her butt was clearly imprinted on the back and every step she took gave the students behind her a quick peak at what lay underneath. The bounce her chest now possessed even when contained in a bra made her quite the traffic stopper between classes. She grinned as she heard two boys crash into each other behind her.

What she wasn't so happy about were the whispers about her growing belly fat. Mostly from the girls but even some of the guys were starting to notice. It was somewhat hidden by her blue blazer as of right now, but it still pressed against it enough to strain the buttons and despite her efforts to hide it with her bookbag and her arms, it seems people were starting to talk. Luckily, no one had seen the chaos going on underneath. Her white uniform shirt was barely hanging on; Hifumi could actually hear the buttons strain whenever she sat down. Small bubbles of flesh peaked through the space between the buttons like rising bread dough. Not helping was her new habit. Replacing her usual thinking pose of holding one arm up to her chin, Hifumi had begun to rest one hand on her pot belly and drum her fingers along its surface. Something about having a hand on it sent a small warming calm throughout her body that helped with her thoughts. It had become unconscious at this point and became more frequent the hungrier she was. Like right now for instance.

She had been thinking of the exercise she would have to do later today with dread when she remembered the sweet buffet that would greet her afterwards. The girl began wondering what Akira had prepared for her today as her thoughts of exercise were quickly replaced with the memories of her taste buds. She actually hadn't worked out since last Sunday and it was Thursday now. First she had justified it as her needing to recuperate and her body couldn't handle two days of exercise in a row. Then Akira had been busy with Phantom Thief business and told her to do something small on her own. Suffice to say without her workout partner, that didn't happen. Then she had a shogi match and she couldn't possibly play at her best if she was tired. Unbeknownst to her, Hifumi had put on another three pounds of luscious fat which had been the last straw for her hips. They were now beginning to cover the side straps of her panties as they would now grow not only outward, but downward.

Akira had called her today for a workout though, strangely telling her to wear her uniform instead of her usual gear as well as to bring her shogi board. She let the gossip wash over her as she exited the building.

"Is she pregnant?"
"No, have you seen the way she scarfs down those sweets. That's all fat."
"I haven't noticed anything, it could just be a trick of the light."

"Imagine what they would say if I was even heavier." She thought to herself with a bit of dread. Hifumi weighed the benefits of getting a bit bigger with the cons of the jeering and realized it was nothing compared to "phony princess" and "mockery of the game." She'd been through much worse in the past so why was she so hesitant? "Fear of the unknown," she realized. As she stepped into Leblanc, she began to think Akira might be right. "I do want an excuse to cut loose, but what if I can't turn back?"

She remembered the conversation they had that started this weight gain back before his fake death.

Her fear to try was the biggest proof of all that she wasn't worried that she couldn't turn back. She was worried she wouldn't want to turn back. These thoughts were interrupted by a delicious smell hitting her as soon as she walked in. Akira smiled warmly at her. "Thought I'd try something new. It's called chocolate baklava, please enjoy." Hifumi didn't need to be told twice. She removed her jacket, leaving her straining uniform on display as she bit in. The honey mixed so well with the chocolate and the tangy citrus was a unique explosive flavor that contrasted the rest of the pastry. It was so good, she momentarily forgot herself and finished the whole thing in three bites. Luckily for the gorging girl, there was a whole plate. "Mmmmmnn what an absolutely fantastic pre workout snack. Thanksh Akiroh." Already she couldn't help but bite into a second one. Joker swore he could see the buttons strain just a little bit more with each bite. At this rate, she'd burst through before he even had a chance to get started. He quickly cleared his throat to get her attention.

"Actually my dear, you won't be working out today. Or ever again for that matter." Hifumi looked at him with a startled expression making him clarify before it she thought he was trying to kidnap her or something.

"There's no point. You'll quickly fall into eating away whatever small amount of weight you lose. Because you're destined to be my spoiled kitten."

Hifumi went from slightly nervous to smugly smiling in good humor. "This sermon again Akira? Especially after I've been proving you wrong so well recently? Honestly." She was just about to dig into her third pastry when her eyes opened in shock and she slowly put it down with a stunned look on her face as if she had just realized what she'd been doing. Now it was Joker's turn to be smug. "You would have happily munched through those if I didn't say anything. Don't even try to deny it."

His hands snaked their way up her hips and began to mercilessly bully the chub peaking out from her shirt. "And I know you haven't been exercising." She suppressed a little mew of pleasure as he continued to poke and prod her pudge. "And I know you've started to enjoy this. So I ask you Hifumi, how have you been 'proving me wrong' hm?" Hifumi desperately searched her head for an answer. If only he would stop his fondling, it made it extremely difficult to concentrate. The girl knew she could just ask but...well you know.

She knew he was at least partially right, she wouldn't be about to burst out of her uniform otherwise. Her uniform, her uniform! "My uniform!" She shouted loud enough for Akira to take a step back. "I've managed to reign in my appetite enough to keep my uniform in one piece." Her smugness had returned and she began to shake her finger back and forth. "If I was as indulgent as you claim, I would have bust out of it by now. What do you say to that, darling? Ufufufu." Her haughtiness exchanged itself for more concern when Akira recomposed himself almost instantly. "Your uniform, huh? I don't know sweetie, it seems like it could pop at any minute. A bit too early to tell don't you think?"

"W-w-well, it's still intact as of this moment, so you're still wrong!"

Akira gave off a cackle of his own. "Ahaha so confident. I like it. Would you...care to make a little wager?" Hifumi perked up at this and met his eyes instantly. He certainly had her full attention now. "Name your wager you cur!" She quickly shrunk a little. "Sorry, that was uncalled for. Um, what did you have in mind Akira?" He moved the plate to one of the booths and motioned her to sit down in it. "If I can get you to pop the buttons on you shirt by the end of today, you admit I'm right and let me cater to your every gluttonous little whim." Hifumi laughed. That didn't really sound like "losing" at all really, but had to stop when she realized that was the point.

"And if I win, y-you have to not do that anymore, okay?" Akira decided to tease her a bit. "Are you surrre? Not even a little bit? Even if you're really really hungry like right now for instance?" Hifumi's stomach growled and she knew he was right. That whole plate would be in her belly by now on any other day, but she knew even the slightest extra pressure would blow these buttons off especially now that she was sitting. "N-no. And don't try to tempt me, a tactic like that won't work today. I'm like a tiger whose been backed into a corner, power courses through me in this desperate hour!" Akira's only response was a dismissive we'll see which worried Hifumi a bit. He suggested they play a shogi match to pass the time and she happily agreed. She'd beat him twice in one day, but her assurances of victory were stopped when her tormentor piped up. "Oh today is the day when I finally beat you in shogi as well, just thought I'd give you a warning."

"Hah! Not likely. The last time we clashed, you crumpled quite easily to my new and improved Perfectly Ultimate True Excalibur Attack! What makes you think you'll fare any differently?"

He merely told her to wait and see as she set up the game board. The shogi princess noticed he hadn't removed the plate and gave Akira a thin smile. "Ufufufu, Joker you fool. Did you hope I would snack while I'm distracted with the game? As if a pitifully transparent tactic like that would work!"

"You will, but I wouldn't expect to win with such a basic maneuver. I'll keep you on your toes"

Hifumi's smile turned into a genuine one. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Akira drew the black stone which brought a teasing remark from Hifumi about it being fitting. It turned out she couldn't quite keep her fingers out of the baklava dish but she managed to curb her consumption to a measly one and a half much to her delight. Honestly though, Akira was playing quite pitifully for someone who claimed he would defeat her.

She hadn't even needed to use her Dragon Charge much less any of her Excalibur series. In fact, the only reason she hadn't defeated him was because his strategy seemed to consist of entirely stalling. He'd moved everything to the far right corner of his side of the board, completely trapping himself. It seemed his plan this time around was to make such mind bendingly terrible plays, that Hifumi wouldn't know how to react. Then again their was the other more obvious answer that he'd been trying to drag out the game so she'd snack as much as possible. He should have chosen a better pastry then, these were incredibly filling with all the honey and thick bread. She was full after not even four. All that was left to do was put him in check. "Sorry Akira, but it seems I've seen through all your tricks once again. And this time, I won't falter." She leaned over to move her pieces in the far corner of the board when she heard a stitch pop in the middle of her uniform. Panicked, she let out a sight of relief that the center button hadn't yet burst off, although it was closer than ever. The widest part of her belly was one hasty move away from surging out fat and free. She slowly looked up to the sound of masculine chuckling. "What's the matter, darling? I thought you said you weren't going to falter?" Her eyes became as wide as dinner plates as she began to comprehend his true strategy. She had severely underestimated him again much to her chagrin. "S-so you mean you put your pieces there-"

"Yep."

"And this whole time you've been-"

"You got it."

Hifumi took great care in returning to sitting up as straight as she could. She didn't want to risk her tummy pooching out even the slightest bit. "There's one flaw in your little master plan, Akira. I could just forfeit the match now." Even as she said it, she could hear the uncertain waver in her voice. Akira shrugged. "That's fine, but you'd have to admit you lost to the most amateur turtling move in history."

Hifumi grumbled to herself. As much as she didn't want to lose their little game over her waistline, losing at shogi in such a ridiculous way seemed just as unpalatable. Akira waved his finger around the room. "Don't forget one of my associates has this whole place recorded." Hifumi grit her teeth. Great, her defeat would be immortalized forever. She couldn't just move the board as that would be an automatic loss as well. "W-well you didn't really defeat me on the board so-"

Akira tutted. "You once told me that the match begins as soon as it's announced. You should have seen my strategy and countered it beforehand, master." He did a sarcastic little bow while she glared at him. Damn him for being such a good student. If she forfeited now, it would be like admitting she really had lost. She desperately wracked her brain for a way to win and keep her top in one piece. A smirk began to grow as she found one. "Oh Akira there's one thing you didn't think of. I haven't lost yet." She attempted to suck her fat soccerball of a belly in but was having some difficulty. She was decently stuffed despite her minor consumption. "I haven't lost yet," she repeated as she tried again. It very slightly receded but not enough to make a difference. "W-what-"

"I hope you enjoyed my baklava. They're quite filling aren't they?"

Hifumi wanted to smack herself. Of course he wouldn't accidentally give her a super filling pastry if he wanted her to gorge! His real goal was to lure her into a false sense of security. An old trick, but it always seemed to work. She attempted to find an excuse. "If you have to trick me into leaning forward to break my uniform, d-does it really count."

Akira laughed louder. "You wouldn't be in this position if you hadn't pumped it full of fat and sugar and then stuffed yourself today on top of that. No only cute little gluttons bust through their shirts no matter the circumstance." She made a little 'tch' sound. She knew he was right again.

Akira flung his arms wide and began to laugh maniacally. "Fwahahaha. My plan is full proof. I forced you into a situation where no matter which choice you make, you lose." He grinned as he pushed the plate towards her. "Although, is a button pop really losing? You were going to eat these anyway, it just means you don't have to hit the track afterwards." Hifumi scrunched her eyebrows in thought and brought her hand to her chin. Akira tapped the timer next to the board. "Your turn's almost up. Whatever choice you make, you have to be quick.

Hifumi's thoughts were going at a mile a minute when she stumbled upon a train of thought coming deep from her subconscious. How was letting Akira go all out with his spoiling really all that different from eating everything he made? If she was going to indulge until he left, might as well go all out so she could get the full experience. And...it wouldn't be her fault if he was the one doing it. She was just honoring her end of the bargain. If he was wrong, "Which he was!" Hifumi was quick to add, she should be able to stop once she had her fill. From the deepest part of her psyche, one thought bubbled up that pushed her over the edge. "You know you love it."

*POP*

Hifumi smacked her piece down as her button clattered to the floor. "If you thought you'd claim victory that easily, you're sorely mistaken. Your first shogi victory will be earned no matter how long it takes!" Akira was happily surprised. Their was at least a thirty percent chance that wouldn't have worked. Hifumi looked down and clapped her hands to her cheeks sarcastically. "Oh no, my uniform is ruined. Guess I better go all the way." She stretched her arms behind her head and stretched back, pushing her stomach as far forward as it would go. A shower of buttons hit the floor and table and Akira couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful white pillow of gut pudge that sat on her lap. "Oh, looks like I lost our bet." She crammed a pastry into her mouth.

She swallowed and took delight in the way Akira's eyes watched it slide down her throat and into the pit of her belly. "You really are a fiend, you know that? Tricking a poor girl like me into giving in to your schemes." Hifumi walked around the booth and tackled him. "I'm your prisoner of war, you can do whatever you want with me now." She felt a tingle go down her spine and realized what his dramatic acting had been about earlier. Yes, he was an underhanded tricky schemer trying to conquer her kingdom and she was his hostage by marriage who had to be kept comfy and full at all times for his conquest to work. He'd tricked her into overfeeding and now the once proud warrior was addicted. Her thick thighs started to grind together at the thought of the perfect roleplay but she stopped herself. She'd need to...get into character a little more first. This little episode had given her an idea as well. She'd let Akira do whatever he liked from now on, he'd certainly earned it with that little masterclass ruse. But she had to keep it hidden, she couldn't bare to see "Hifumi Togo: Princess or Porker" plastered across a magazine headline. She'd let him do what he pleased until March. To get it out of her system of course. Then she could go back to normal and lose whatever weight she gained during the period. But that was later, and Hifumi was becoming a real "in the now" kind of girl.

She bit into another treat and let the crumbs fall onto Akira. "Sho my Phrantum *gulp* now that I've proven you right, what did you have in mind?"

Akira took a big gulp as he locked eyes with his snacking kitten. She was making it difficult to stay in character. The way she was straddling over him with her school shirt burst open meant her heavy breasts were hovering dangerously close to his face. The way they poured out of the cups of her overtaxed bra made Akira think that her could send the garment flying just by blowing on it. Looking further down, he could see the pale orb that was her belly hovering just above his well-toned abs. He bit his lip. Every future session of theirs would cause that pot belly to sink further and further down until it was a low hanging gut that rested comfortably on top of him, even from this all fours position. His eyes wandering back up to her face. She was still nibbling on her treat which made here slightly chubbier cheeks bulge out. Her plump lips were stained with chocolate and honey and her eyes were hungry with anticipation of what he would do next. The suspense was so strong she had even begun to rock her hips back in forth.

Akira’s voice cracked when he tried to speak causing Hifumi to chuckle, but he quickly cleared his throat and got back into his character. “It’s as you said, your MINE now and I can do whatever I want, and I think I’ve made it very clear from the beginning what I want.”
Hifumi was caught off guard when Akira suddenly tossed her off him and slung her over his shoulder, like a hunter carrying off his prize. The surprise quickly wore off and Hifumi also got back into her character. She uselessly kicked and pounded on his back with her fists, “Unhand me you fiend, or you’ll be sorry! Where are you taking me!” Hifumi yelped as Akira snaked his hand under her skirt and gave her ass a hard smack, causing it to ripple. “Since I have taken you as my bride, I can’t let the other lords and nobles thinking I’m treating you badly, and for a queen your looking a bit…emaciated. I’ll be sure to fix that.”

As Akira carried his captive upstairs he continued groping the girl’s wide bottom. “You know how important it is for a ruler to have an heir? You already have an adequate pair of birthing hips. Yes! After a couple dozen more pounds you will become a fine kingmaker!” Hifumi put her hands to her face and blushed at his last comments on her supposed childbearing prowess. If she wasn’t facing the other way, Hifumi would have noticed Akira’s own red face. It was hard for him to concentrate when he could feel her belly resting on his shoulder…

Akira placed her in a chair and wrapped her up with a rope. He didn’t actually tie the rope because he wasn’t sure if Hifumi would appreciate being bound for real. Besides, all that mattered was the feeling of being tied up and helpless. Joker quickly ran back downstairs and came back with a tub of rocky road ice cream. Hifumi had already eaten so much today, so he hoped the low temperature of the ice cream would numb and soothe her belly as he packed it even further.

“So is that your game, to fatten me up until I’m to big and helpless to escape?” Akira entered a fit of maniacal laughter, “So close my dear. Indeed I intend to make you big, round, lazy, blubber-filled consort, but you get it wrong when you believe that’s why you won’t be able to leave. You won’t be leaving because you won’t want to.”

“You basta-umbf!” Akira shoved a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. “Quiet now, don’t want to waste any energy. You got to eat this before it melts.”

Hifumi couldn’t help but moan in delight as she swallowed. Akira smirked at her reaction only for her to reply, “Thish profs nothim.” Hifumi tried turning her head to avoid the next spoonful, but Akira took the opportunity to give her jiggly paunch a tiny pat, eliciting an even louder moan and a chance to send another chocolatey glob on a one way trip to her tummy. She tried to just play it off in her mind as her just yearning for her boyfriend’s touch and not that having her bulging belly rubbed felt amazing, but it was getting harder to think that way by the day. Joker continued massaging her swollen middle and the next helping of ice cream went in with no resistance at all. She was supposed to be playing the “resistant captured royal,” but her opposition had crumbled almost instantly. Damn her tricky boyfriend and her deft hands! Being able to blame her boyfriend for her growing appetite and her need to feed was too good to pass up. She only had until March to do this, so she might as well enjoy it as much as she could now.

Halfway through the tub of Ice cream was when the complaints about being too full first surfaced. Akira didn’t believe Hifumi’s claims. Despite her protests, when he would hold the spoon right up to her face, she would lean over and consume it without issue. Even when she stopped doing that, Akira found her could easily force the spoon through her closed lips and get her to swallow. Finally all that remained was a small pool of melted ice cream at the bottom of the tub. With Akira’s urging, Hifumi leaned her head back, and chugged it down.

With the last of the ice cream gone, Hifumi couldn’t take it anymore, she undid her ropes and started to frantically caress her taunt abdomen. If her mother thought she was pregnant before, she would have a heart attack if she saw her now. She looked long overdue.

“Look at what you’ve done to me,” she whined as chocolate ice cream dribbled down her face.

Akira shook his head, “Pretend all you want but you enjoyed that immensely. It feels good to just let go doesn’t it? It’s like I’ve been trying to tell you all this time, you were meant for this. You’ll be back here tomorrow, in fact you’ll probably be hungry again by the time you make it home.” Hifumi squirmed in her seat. Every time she ate like this, she started to believe him more and more.

Akira knelt down and started drumming his fingers along her hips and thighs. “We probably won’t be able to use this chair next time, given your penchant for gaining in your lower half, and the fact you’re already starting to spill out the sides.” Hifumi cracked a smile, the thought of getting an even fatter, rounder booty excited her. If only it wasn’t for her…

“And your belly!” Joker spoke up. “I can’t wait to see how much of this sticks. The bigger the better!” Hifumi smile turned to a frown. She still couldn’t accept the fact he thought her unsightly pudding sack was appealing, or the fact that he wanted it even larger. And she definitely couldn’t accept that his constant poking, prodding and squeezing of it was getting her so aroused. When his hands retreated she thought the worst was over, only for him to give her stuffed stomach a nice big smooch right above her navel.

Akira felt something land on his head. Pulling it off revealed it to be a bra, Hifumi’s bra. Looking up he was met with Hifumi looking back down at him. She was breathing heavily, her face was red, she was sweating, and her breasts were exposed with her nipples fully erect. Joker smirked, “Oh you like it when I kiss this beautiful orb of yours do you?” He did it again, this time sticking his tongue into her belly button, causing her to release a passionate moan that was unlike any other he had heard before.

Despite her bloated condition she shot out of her chair so fast she almost ended up kneeing Akira in the face. She slowly made her way to Akira’s bed. Hifumi could tell Akira’s eyes were glued to her wobbling caboose and made sure to give her hips a little extra swing. Crawling into his bed, she laid on her back and opened her legs as best she could given the size of her blubbery thighs. Her face was completely obscured by her soft mound of a gut. “You’re going to have to be extra gentle with me, I’m still SoOoOo full.” Joker never opened a condom package fast as he did then. Given a few more seconds, he was going to “stuff” her even more.

Hifumi grinded her pillowy thighs together as she sat up in her bed. Even though it had been a couple of hours since her sexual encounter, she still felt all tingly inside. Every time her and Akira had sex, it was even better than the time before it. She was just so sensitive now. Her nipples grew hard again just at the thought of her boyfriend’s nimble hands playing with her ample tit flesh. They were far more than a handful now, and he knew just how to slap them around. Today he couldn’t help himself and for the first time her began to suck on them. The way he teased her erect little nubs with his tongue nearly drove her insane. And her ass! The way she was riding atop Akira earlier really gave her a sense of how wide it was. Her hips flared out so far she found herself pouring over the sides of her man. She felt like a fertility goddess. Her butt was so soft too. Akira was groping it when they were both about to climax, and when that moment hit, his grip got tighter, and as he pulled himself into her as deeply as he could, she felt his fingers sink far into her pale supple cheeks. It was like bread baking around twine and it made her orgasm that much harder. Every inch of her was in constant motion, each thrust sent her ass jiggling, her thighs quivering and her breasts flopping. And who could forget her…

*GRRRROOOUUURRRPPP*

Hifumi let out a sigh and turned her attention to her fat gut. It was still in the process of digesting and it still stuck out far enough that she had to undo the bottom two buttons on Akira’s school shirt. Luckily her parents didn’t catch her sneaking to her room when she got back. She wasn’t ready to explain why it looked like she swallowed a soccer ball or why she was wearing another one of Akira’s shirts. By tomorrow the swelling would be down, but she wondered just how much of what she ate today would stick around.

She placed her hands on her pudgy jelly belly and winced. Despite still being somewhat stuffed it had a lot of give to it. Her fears were further realized when she gave it a little shake, the wobbling pudding slack slapping audibly against her crotch. She would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t enjoy the attention Akira gave it today. Remembering the kiss he gave it and the teasing of her navel made her squirm even more. However, the minute she left the café and stepped out into the world, all the good feelings she felt about it quickly disappeared. Instead of feeling like Akira’s cute plump kitten she felt like a fat bloated pig. She felt like everyone’s eyes were on her at all times, and not in a good way like when they would glance at her bottom as she walked by. A little girl on the subway today even said “Look mama, she is having a baby too!”

She tried to turn her mind to something else. When she got home she was in so high of spirits she put in one of her favorite movies. It had everything. Sword fights, castle sieges, assassinations, plots, schemes, betrayals, and of course, romance. The dashing rogue had just saved the king’s daughter from an abusive and traitorous fiancé, sweeping her off her feet.

As she watched the scene, reciting every line word for word by heart, Hifumi eyes went wide. After a passionate kiss the rogue had begun to remove the princess’s dress, and that’s when she saw it, the garment that could help solve all her problems. “Of course!” She shouted.

Joker was also on cloud nine after Hifumi and his little “encounter,” but unlike her, he had absolutely no hang ups about it. Traveling through mementos with his team, he Licked his lips and smiled. He could still taste her. His reminiscing of the previous few hours stopped when a blonde haired girl in a red panther mask suddenly poked her head into his view.

“What are you smiling so happily about Joker?”

The sudden inquiry from the girl made Joker stumble over his words for an answer before Futaba spoke up.

“What do you think, his girlfriend came by today! They were together all day.”

“Oh man! Nice job dude, you gotta tell me you got to second base!” Ryuji let out a shriek when Ann stomped on his foot for asking such an inappropriate question. Joker couldn’t help but chuckle, if only he knew. From the front seat of their cat bus, Makoto interjected, “I feel bad for the girl. Don’t take this the wrong way Joker but she seems to be getting kind of…rotund.” Makoto face turned red, “Ah! Please don’t tell her I said anything!”

“No, I’ve noticed it too,” Haru said. “You don’t think she is stress eating because of Joker do you?” Ryuji rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, I mean it must have been tough thinking you were dead and all.” Ann’s gaze wandered to the floor, “It would be perfectly understandable for her to be worried.” Makoto hit her fist against her palm, “We got to do something! With our help, I’m sure we can help her shed some of that weight.”

Futaba could hardly contain her laughter, “Hahaha! Oh, believe me it’s Joker’s fault but it isn’t because of stress.”

Just then, Yusuke who had been quiet the whole time, had a rare moment of clarity. Forgetting where he was, he jumped out of his seat, only to hit his head on the ceiling of their vehicle.

After rubbing the bump on his head, he shouted, “That is why Togo-san always seems to have countless desserts at lunchtime! They’re from you Joker, your doing this on purpose!” Yusuke closed his eyes and put his hand to his chin. With his smug expression he added, “Togo-san is your canvas and food is your brush. I can’t help but ask, what kind of artistic statement are you hoping to make?”

Futaba was laughing hysterically in the back, kicking her feet and slamming her fist on the seat. The rest of the Phantom Thieves were in shock, they wanted to chock up Yusuke’s assessment to another one of his weird misguided observations, but by Futaba’s reaction and the way Joker hung his head and sunk in his seat, it was looking more and more true.

Ryuji leaned over to Ann and whispered, “You think he’s right, do some people really have a thing for fat girls?” Ann shook her head, “I don’t know, I heard of plus sized models before so it’s possible, I never would have guessed Joker would be into that kind of thing though.”

Ann began to talk louder, “But that does explain why he is the first guy I knew not to hit on me. I guess I wasn’t big enough.” The rest of the van broke out into a few isolated giggles. “I guess I’m just not your type.” Ann put did her best sexy pose. “How about now?” After asking the question she puffed her cheeks out as far as she could which elicited more laughter by the van occupants. Ryuji smiled, “You girls better be wary of anything tasty Joker gives you, if he had his way I don’t think you would all fit into this van.” This caused the van to erupt into even louder, more sustained laughter. Haru continued the teasing “So which one of us did you plan to get next?”

It was a good thing Joker was wearing a mask, or they would all see how red his face was. Makoto was feeling just as embarrassed as her leader, “Ah...Umm…Oh! S-S-Shadows up ahead! Lets go everybody!”

Yusuke was confused. He wasn’t sure why everyone was laughing or why Joker hadn’t answered his question. He was still quite intrigued about Joker’s “art piece,” though, and made a mental note to ask about it the next time he came to see him.

The next day, Hifumi walked to the café with an extra spring in her step. Her plump rear end swung alluringly from side to side, making every male passerby hope for heavy breeze to lift her skirt. Thanks to her secret weapon, Her breasts looked to have gone up a cup size or two in a single night, making her have to leave the top buttons on her school uniform undershirt unbuttoned, exposing a significant amount of cleavage. But best of all, her stomach looked completely flat! Hidden under her shirt was her newly bought corset. It was the perfect solution to her problem. She could still let Joker spoil her with as many treats as he wanted, and her belly would look trim as ever. Then as she lost weight, eventually she could stop wearing it. It was like a little glimpse of what she would look like in the future. Judging by the looks she got at school, she wasn’t even sure Akira would want her to take it off!

The corset compressing her middle and giving her a smaller waist gave her an even more exaggerated hourglass figure. She could not get the boys at school to leave her alone. They would ask her to carry her books, open doors for her, a few even found the courage to ask her out. She was still a little uncomfortable about all the attention on her looks, it reminded her of what an idol felt like and about her mother’s scheme to turn her into one but seeing all the drooling men filled her with pride because it offered a small taste of what Akira would think. Even he would have to agree she never looked better!

Akira was confused when he saw Hifumi bound up the stairs into his room with a slim tummy, but he quickly realized what Hifumi had done.

He smirked, “You know that corset won’t make that gut disappear? It’s still there, just waiting to be let free.”

Hifumi was surprised at how quickly he figured out her secret and the fact he was still fixating on her pudgy paunch with what he had standing in front of him.

“I-I-I know that! Think of it as what to expect later!”

Hifumi collected herself and put of her best “sexy” face. “But you have to admit Akira, I look much better this way.” She ran her fingers down her sides and leaned forward to give him a peek at her heavy breasts, “Curves in all the right places.”

Hifumi turned around and lifter her skirt, giving her lover full view of her giant booty. Placing her hands under her cheeks, she gave each one a small heft and let them drop. That is when she heard Akira’s approaching footsteps. She knew he couldn’t resist, not when she looked this good. She bent over, expecting him to give her ass a nice smack.

“You always look good to me Hifumi, but…”

With hands befitting a master thief, Akira stuck them under her shirt and undid the laces of the jet black corset in a second. “AH! OOOOHHHHH!” Hifumi let out a deep moan at the feeling of her belly, free from its prison, surging forward. The sudden expansion ended up popping the buttons of her shirt. Hifumi tried covering her mouth, but the moans and mews continued as Akira took hold of her hanging belly and started fingering her navel. She just didn’t understand why he preferred her like this.

Joker leaned in and started kissing up the side of her neck. He stopped once he reached her ear. Whispering, with every word punctuated with him lifting and dropping her flab filled middle, he said, “…this is much, much, better.”

Suddenly, he moved his hands forward ever so slightly. Just barely enough so they weren't touching her belly anymore. In that instant, Hifumi pushed his hands back into the doughy flesh almost instinctively and let out an embarrassed moan when she realized what she'd just done. It didn't help that his lifting and shaking only increased in speed after that. He leaned in and she could feel his hot breath tickling her neck and other parts of him starting to dig into her back.

"Don't you agree, Hifumi?"

It was in that instance Hifumi decided she didn't give a damn about why he preferred her like this. She grabbed Akira's arms with her small hands and urgently whispered. "Navel...please do it in my navel." He happily grinned and returned his probing fingers back into her constantly deepening hole. She was now fat enough so that he could jiggle her from inside of it. When he hooked his finger upwards to begin, she forgot all about the world outside. She only wanted more.

The quickly expanding shogi champion began to open her mind a bit. She never truly noticed before how good a nice warm belly after a long day truly felt. Her own rubs that she gave to herself sent flashes of her private time with Akira through her mind. She'd lay back across the couch in her room, munching on something that her boyfriend had made for her, one hand alternating between a soothing tummy rub and the plate and the other holding the book she was currently reading. A plump thigh dangled off the ledge as she looked every bit the spoiled housecat. She was sure Joker got a kick out of the pictures she sent to him.

She felt so soft and warm now. Even sitting at her desk at school was comfortable, somewhat. Her expanding size was making that a bit of an issue at the same time. But this was only in private and even now Hifumi couldn't quite get past her fears over what others would think of her.

She continued to wear her constricting undergarment even as her body kept piling on the pounds. The glutton was due for an upsizing soon and she was getting to the point where she was even starting to justify that to herself. It was only until March after all and it's only the one time. She was even starting to consider leading this life forever. As long as their were corsets available, why not? Truthfully she was extremely pleased with her position. She could gorge herself on all the sweets she wanted with absolutely no consequences. Well there were consequences, but they were far off and easy to justify when there was an apple crumble to get through.

Only letting her belly surge forth during her time with Joker was yet another obstacle for any future weight loss. It was now linked inseparably with his roaming hands and soothing rubs that it had become almost an erogenous zone. The fact that the skin was becoming so tender from its rapid stretching certainly didn't help matters. Her boyfriend had been right once again. It was like her body couldn't decide between her butt and her gut so it just choose to swell up both with flab. Her corset had been tight to begin with, but this made it almost unbearable. Her poor constricted tummy would eagerly flood out into Joker's waiting palms ready to be pampered and soothed.

Her corset ended up being her second big weight loss blunder. Since it was so tight, she couldn't stuff herself throughout the day, lest she make it explode off of her overfed form. Plus it constricted a full belly even more uncomfortably and gave her indigestion. She even belched in class after a particularly big muffin. Too used to cramming something in her mouth every hour on the hour, she'd make up for lost time when she'd either return home or to Leblanc. Hifumi wouldn't just eat, she would gorge. Every treat she missed out on and more stuffed into her fattening face.

Every day would end with her going to bed with an utterly stuffed belly. Filled with nothing but pleasant thoughts at all the lovingly crafted baked goods digesting into soft luscious fat. This pattern of eating led to an even faster rate of expansion than before. Another twenty pounds had crept on to her body in less than two weeks. If her stomach stretched any more, she would be on the road to two pounds a day. She found herself walking to her last class of the day, hoping that the rumblings of her tummy were inaudible to the rest of the student body. It was crying out, begging for sweets. She had to rub it through three layers of fabric and even this was enough to make a small blush creep on to her cheeks.

She began to feel an irrational hatred for the students leering at her bosom and butt. Not only did it make her feel like a piece of meat being sized up but they were the reason why her poor underfed tummy was suffering so much. Yes, it was all their fault, with their gossiping and snickering. Why couldn't they be more like Akira and not care if a lady had some extra cushion? She let out an annoyed huff of air as she plopped herself into her desk. She heard a creaking sound and began to panic only to realize it hadn't come from the corset.

"Ohohohoho." She let out a loud cackle before the stares of her classmates. "Just...going over some moves in my head." She quickly explained. But she couldn't contain her excitement. Her desk had creaked, it had actually creaked underneath her. She shifted around to hear more of that joyous sound. That's when she noticed she had outgrown her seat, her hips flowing off the sides like wine overflowing the edges of a cup. Oh she'd have to write that one down!

She crossed one meaty thigh over the other and smiled when she felt it press up against the bottom of her desk. Soon she'd outgrow the furniture in a second way. She looked down smirking making her double chin pop out.

This made her catch sight of her deep cleavage which made her grin falter a bit. They had still been growing enough for her to upsize in bras again and even to undo the top most button on her blue blazer, but they had definitely taken the bronze medal. Her ass had started it's transformation into a wide wobbling shelf that stuck out behind her; they were now a clearly separated entity from her legs and had even formed a little crease where it met her thighs. Her bare butt cheeks were clearly visible to whoever sat behind her as they seeped through the back and over the sides of her chair. Not because they were uncovered, but because they pressed against the back of her new extra long skirt so much

She had put off getting the next size up for so long that sitting down caused it to cling to every bump and fold of her backside. Her new long flowing bottom covering followed every swish of her jiggly hips making her feel like even more of a doughy noblewoman. Hifumi had thought about getting a nice pair of heels for her private time. They'd go well with her stockings, certainly. She thought about the little "surprise" she'd went out and bought for tonight. Akira had said tonight was going to be special. Today was the last day of schooling for her and she was looking forward to spending the rest of the day with him. Christmas was coming up but she'd never turn down an invitation to be filled.

Hifumi drummed her fingers along the surface of her abdomen. Damn she wanted to eat. She wanted this thing off of her and she wanted to be rubbed. Akira had said he had something special in mind too. "Keep an eye on the TV," was all he had said. She hoped his little surprise was before her final match of the session but as the sun crept under the horizon, it was seeming more and more unlikely. He hadn't contacted her in hours. "Maneuvering through large crowds is becoming difficult," she groused to herself while she hip checked several patrons.

Suddenly the sounds of the crowd gasping and a loud shout brought her attentions to the large monitors scattered throughout the city square.

"Yo, what is up everybody!"

It was the most amazing thing Hifumi had ever seen in her life. A challenge issued directly to the corrupt ruler of a country broadcasted to everyone. Those in power even tried to cut them off to no avail. And when their leader stepped forward to reveal his face, she almost swooned right there. She'd have to ask him to show her that costume sometime. It was quite dashing. "Your victory is certain." She murmured to herself. Hifumi heard a little notification from her pocket. "What did you think?" 1000 characters wasn't enough space to contain all her gushing.

"g2g but gl on ur match." He must really be in a hurry. He never used shorthand. She smiled to herself as she played with her hair decoration a bit. It was almost enough to make her forget about the continuous itching pain in her middle. Her fat was starting to get to the point where the corset was actually a distraction in her match. It was a dull throbbing ache that made her desperately shuffle around in her seat. Luckily the chairs here were bigger than the ones at school or else their would probably be some colorful commentary in the newspapers.

In fact, there already were quite a few choice remarks about the width of her hips. "Duchess of shogi" was her personal least favorite. As her desire to go home and get this thing off of her made her make a small error in her haste, she realized something. She couldn't keep doing this. Eventually her distracted mind would cause her to make a more serious slip up. And she couldn't even eat before the match lest the increasingly strained buttons clasps pop right off and ruin yet another uniform. But that decision could wait until Christmas. Right now she wanted nothing more than to embrace her boyfriend and make him feel like the hero he was.

And she soon had her opportunity when she got a text telling her he was returning to Leblanc. She made sure to take her time walking and to savor every swish her thighs made together. They now touched all the way down to her knees. As much as she wanted this thing off of her, she took special pleasure in knowing that she could remain at this unhurried lazy stride for the rest of her life. Finally opening the door to the coffee shop, she found Joker and a small red head finishing their cleaning of the store.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I can come back." Akira quickly waved off her concern. "It's fine. We're almost done. We would have finished already but one of Shido's goons thought it would be funny to spill beans everywhere." The strange redhead grinned and spoke up. "How'd you like our special announcement? Pretty sweet right!?" Akira smiled a bit. He was glad Futaba was becoming comfortable around his girlfriend. He just hoped she didn't get too comfortable and say something rude.

"Oh my, yes I very much enjoyed it! Was it a team effort?" The girl, who Hifumi recalled was named Futaba, began to cackle. "Nope. All me!" Futaba soaked up the rest of Hifumi's praise almost as greedily as the shogi player did Joker's. "Heh. You're alright. Hey, Sojiro. I think this store looks pretty spick and span don't you?" The owner agreed and left, telling Akira to have fun with a wink that made him blush. When they left, he noticed Hifumi fidgeting uncomfortably.

"I'll just take a quick shower in the back. You can go upstairs and er... unbind yourself." He turned to leave when he felt someone grabbing his arm. She looked down at the floor embarrassed before nodding to herself and gaining a bit of a hungry looking grin. "No no. I like you better sweaty. And I want to get this thing off already." Hifumi was oddly insistent about Joker being the one to take it off of her. It's like his hands immediately shook off any worries she might be having about her belly bulge.

Hifumi wasn't even attempting to suck in her gut underneath the corset anymore. It probably would have burst off if she had pushed it out but she didn't want to wreck such a significant investment. She quickly undid the two buttons on the front of her blue jacket and let it fall to the floor. She lifted up her white uniform and needly begged. "N-now please." Akira had become so adept at this, he didn't even need to look to undo the strings. He admired the way fat mushroomed out from the top and bottom of the corset before an even needier whine came from his girlfriend's lips. As soon as he was halfway done, the rest of the garment snapped open on its own from the pressing wave of adipose. She let her stomach shoot out to its full splendor and gave out a long moan of contentment. It wasn't a mere pot belly anymore and wouldn't have just settled for popping one or two buttons. If she had unleashed it, she would have wrecked the entire front of her uniform. Any bystander would have been left speechless. The curvy hour glass figured vixen who had strutted in had been replaced by a plump butterball currently running her hands across every square inch of her overfed orb.

"Ooooooh...that's so much better." Another pair of hands soon joined her own and provided even greater relief. As the button covering her chest was also removed, she had to begrudgingly admit it was a relief on her back as well. Her belly had swollen with so much fat that her melons flopped out gratefully onto its top roll. Akira's fingers gently rubbed the areas where the corset had left biting painful looking red marks into her doughy midriff. "My hero," she purred out. She let out a yelp when he pinched the roll of back fat that was forming. "Getting fat," he murmured into her ear. Her arousal only heightened her desire to be stuffed as her belly grumbled. "F-feed me," was all she could muster out. Joker smiled bigger than he did when he had beaten Shido.

The once proud warrior looked down at herself while she munched on an entire slice of coffee cake. Her belly now sat quite comfortably in her lap and sent a warmth throughout her lower body. She had tried to eat standing up earlier to retain at least a bit of fighter's dignity but her legs had ached from her journey up and all she wanted to do was spread out on the sofa her tormentor had so willingly provided for her. Not that standing up had saved her embarrassment at all since she realized she could no longer see her feet. Hifumi felt a firm grip on her arm. Her captors fingers easily sunk in to the yielding flesh like a jello mold. "You look like you've never lifted anything heavier than a butter knife in your entire life. Is this the body you would take back your kingdom with." He let out a laugh as she pouted. "I need energy to do something like that." The girl immediately shoved another mouthful in and chewed quickly.

The man laughed again and brought his hands down with a mighty slap on her bulging love handles. He watched them ripple for several seconds afterwards before grabbing as much as he could in his too small hands. "My dear, you're overflowing with energy." Even though she allowed her belly to bulge fatly on to her legs, she still kept her skirt on for some reason. Was this some last token effort of resistance? A rhythmic bouncing on his lap stopped his teasing as the man sucked in a sharp breath. "Silence. Enjoy yourself now because your retribution will soon come." He quickly tried to regain his advantage.

"Why is that my portly princess?" He deftly moved his hands to finger her navel, he knew it was her weakspot after all. She moaned lustily but it soon morphed into a husky chuckle. This was new. "Because -mnh- I'm going to crush you." That was definitely new. Having to wait so long to get what she wanted had been making her more and more...intense when she finally got what she wanted. She really was living a double life.

She began to heft each breast up with one hand; the girl had to stifle a moan when she felt the slight strain that put on her arms. "One day you'll wake up with your head surrounded by my tits and you won't be able to get me off. I'll suffocate you with my body." She felt his hands snake up to her breasts and quickly shifted her big cheeks back and forth to get his attention back on her lower half. "Maybe I'll flatten your ribs under this instead. Would you like that better, general?"

"T-that would be heaven. But I'm more than capable of handling you at any size" The young man tried desperately to tug her longer skirt off her body but with the majority of it pinned alongside him by the cushion of her lower half, he just couldn't get it down. Suddenly, she stood up or she would have if she didn't immediately come crashing down onto his lap. It immediately flopped back over the edges of his legs but her hips weren't completely pudding soft like her belly. There was certainly some meat there which made it all the heavier. A big gasp was forced out of his lungs as she stood up successfully this time. He honestly couldn't tell if she was too fattened up to rise easily anymore or if she was doing it to mess with him. Hopefully both.

The princess didn't even bother to pull up her half removed skirt allowing her healthy backside to sway and jiggle with every step. If it wasn't for how fat her thighs were, it would have fallen to the ground but as it was, it stayed on. She bent down teasingly and shimmied her hips making the cheeks clap together enticingly. It was even starting to sag over her thighs a bit. Before the man could give in to his urges, she stood up with her back still towards him. The once slender teen grabbed a handful of bonbons and turned around. "Seems like you're having trouble already. And I don't plan on stopping anytime soon." She greedily crammed all of it into her eager maw and flirtatiously sucked off each of her fingers.

"Would you like to see my surprise? Or were you too busy staring?" She grinned wolfishly when she realized he had been. He awkwardly affirmed that he was indeed interested. "Pull my skirt down then and lets get started my lord." Akira couldn't help but break character a bit. Usually it was him who made the first move or initiated. "D-don't you want to hear about how I saved Japan?" Hifumi picked up another slice of coffee cake and this time dropped the thing into her mouth like a grape. She gave her fat belly a firm slap when she had finished swallowing it. It was like slapping a waterbed the way her hand sunk in and the wobbling flesh contorted around it before crashing up and around her hand like a wave.

"OhohohOOORRP. Yes yes you saved the country but now it's time for something much more important. My needs." She leaned down and placed his hands onto the rim of her skirt and gave him an eyeful of her plunging cleavage. He could hear the bra creaking from the excess pressure put on it. "I've been soooo pent up all day. I won my shogi match you know. I think I deserve some...release." Akira gulped. He honestly didn't know if she was playing it up or not anymore. She shook her hips and he could feel every vibration through his fingers. "Come on then, satisfy my other cravings." She eagerly crammed three cookies into her mouth at once and swallowed quickly while rubbing her thick thighs up and down against one another. "Or do I need to rely on food for those as well?"

"I think I've created a monster," Akira thought to himself. He couldn't be happier.

The boy eagerly tugged down on her skirt and smiled with glee when it got stuck a bit. He snapped the visible strings of her panties against her flesh and laughed at her breathy command to hurry up. She stepped out of her skirt when he finally managed to tug it down; lifting her thighs shifted her belly fat along with it much to Akira's delight. He tore his eyes away to notice her surprise. Garterbelts.