Naoto's Donut Day.

"Rise was right to recommend this place. And it certainly couldn't hurt to have one every once in a while." Naoto nibbled idly on her first non-plain donut. Who knew coating something in sugar could make something taste so good? But there were so many different flavors all ready to dance across her taste buds...

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The blunette let out a long yawn as she rubbed at her eyes it had been a long week of study and case work but finally came the one day she could relax and treat herself. Donut Day. At Rise's suggestion, Naoto had decided one day to unwind and enjoy herself a little would do her some good. The hardworking detective couldn't help but shift impatiently waiting in line; she had been waiting all week for this subsisting only on bagels while the rest of the customers had all week to indulge. She massaged the light coating of pudge that had attached itself to her waist absentmindedly while she waited. The hole filled pastries likewise left a hole in the poor girl that could only be filled by a full stomach. A stomach filled with healthy foods, but more food than she was used to nonetheless and while it wasn't too obvious yet, with the way she was eyeing the donuts that would soon change. "Hi can I please get two marbled frosted donuts and a cream filled? Oh and those crullers look delectable, I'll have two of those as well." There was no need to limit herself to just one flavor; after all it was only once a week, so she could afford to treat herself. She certainly hadn't been eaten enough to explain the slight softness around her midriff.

"It's just some Winter Weight" Naoto told herself as she loosened her belt, her pants unusually tighter.

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Naoto let out a heavy overdramatic sigh while munching on a candy bar, a sigh that sent crumbs across the growing shelf of her chest. Honestly, she was famous; shouldn't she be given some sort of line cutting privilege? "I certainly deserve it, after the week I had." Looking at some of the plump well fed patrons standing around; Naoto couldn't help but grouse inwardly. "What do they possible do that warrants treating themselves? Is whatever inanity they’re celebrating really so important?"

Not helping her mood was the constant pinching and chafing of her clothing. Her fat puffy stomach pressed firmly against the fabric of her jacket and was thoroughly testing the buttons of her white undershirt. The portly private eye had to keep shifting her belt around as it was biting into the underside of her fat glob of a belly, her undersized pants sliding down the rounded orb as the day went on and it was stuffed increasingly full of food. Her panties slid up her crack and the cute doughball found herself shifting around in place constantly both in impatient hunger and in an effort to dislodge the underwear from its uncomfortable hiding spot. Even if she was in private, she’d probably have to remove the tight bottoms to do that as there wasn’t a hairs breadth of space not filled up by her ample posterior. Those pants were skintight and Naoto just knew they’d leave a thin trail of bright red stretchmarks across her waistline. “I really need to start cutting back a bit” she thought as her finger sunk in to her belly fat all the way to the first knuckle. The tempting smells and visions of her favorite pastries changed her line of thinking and she quickly corrected herself. “Cutting back on not exercising that is, this weight will melt right off as soon as I start, just need to balance out my calorie intake with my calorie expenditure.” She couldn’t help but lick her lips when she moved forward a space in the line. “But not right now, right now is donut weekend.” Two whole days for Naoto to indulge her sweet tooth to her hearts content before she had to go back to the disciplined life she normally lead.

Picking a handful of donuts one day out of her long exhausting week simply wasn’t cutting it, everyone treated the weekends as a chance to unwind a bit so why shouldn’t a detective? Of course this gave her a sugar itch that had to be scratched to take the edge off but that would level off as she got more accustomed to the donuts she reasoned finishing her candy bar. At last it was her turn and her belly bounced happily as a smile broke out on her chubby face, a budding double chin now visible on her once angular features. Of course, her bouncing belly brought attention to the bouncing of her much more prominent asset, her chest. Already, her blue jacket had been parted a bit in the top to allow her chest meat to breath more freely. As plump as her tummy was, the heft of her bosom easily eclipsed it from view which explained why Naoto could grasp and kneed at her gut without quite realizing just how bad it was getting.

Each oversized orb was the size of her head and were only growing bigger. When they didn't have proper support, they hung lazily off the slope of her belly like the plump juicy fruits they were. Currently, her custom fit bra was creaking with every movement but it was holding for now and that was all that really mattered. She could worry about her increasing bustiness and wardrobe problems later. It was time to eat.

Plopping herself on a nearby chair, she just couldn't get comfortable no matter how much she shifted her butt. She used to be able to wait until she got home but lately she just didn't have the patience. "What material are these things made out of?" She tried to shift her body around to look at her hips but a popping stitch swiftly but an end to that line of inquiry and she began her feast like a good girl.

One by one Naoto picked her pastries out of the three boxes she had arranged in front of her.

The moans she let out after each and every sinful bite were of questionable appropriateness and if she didn't pay so well she probably would have been kicked out long ago. Her usual refined mannerisms were completely gone, for the first time in her life the people of Inaba saw the detective prince truly pigging out like a cute little glutton. Slurping, chomping, smacking her lips, even the occasional small belch, it didn't matter as long as it got the fried dough into her body as fast as possible.

"Ugh spring is just so hot," she complained and removed her jacket giving everyone a showing of her wobbly jelly filled flabby spare tire that had attached itself to her waist. Her shirt couldn't even cover to her navel letting the bottom hang out fatly out in the open. The fat on her waist spilled over her pants and even the very tops of her cheeks were visible with the thin lines of her thong like panties slightly visible pressed in between her hip fat and tight tight pants. Every bite caused the triple threats of fatness on her front to shake and jostle like gelatin and the customers swore they could hear her bra cry out in agony, but Naoto simply didn't care. She deserved a little break after all.

Finally, she leaned back in her chair and gave off a content sigh. The pressure was too much and one of the top most buttons on her shirt flew off but Naoto was simply too blissfully stuffed to care. She lazily swirled a finger around inside of her navel while the other undid the buttons on her pants along with her belt but before she could get too comfortable a loud *pop* echoed throughout the restaurant and those who were watching closely saw the girl's voluptuous udders drop down heavily.

"P-pardon me!" The girl squeaked out as she shuffled out of the store covering her massive chest with her arms which had begun to droop and wobble with adipose of their own.

"It's just some Spring Weight" Naoto told herself as she squeezed herself into yet another custom-fitted bra, the memory of Kanji's ruby red face still fresh in her mind when he reluctantly accepted the task.

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"It's just some Summer Weight" Naoto told herself as she helped herself to another topsicle, the unrelenting Inaba heat left the detective perpetually drenched in sweat, beads of moisture dripping down from her neck and along the long curvature of her obscenely swollen breasts, the end of her v-neck shirt soaked as the drops found refuge into the deep cavern of her ample cleavage. She was still unsure if Rise's invitation to the beach would be a welcome escape from the heat, or leave her even more exposed to the elements and onlookers.

"S-so hot. So heavy."

Naoto had decided to take Rise up on her offer after all but hadn't accounted for the fact that going to the beach actually meant, going to the beach. Even if a scooter could support her weight at this point, her overindulged chest would hinder her ability to pilot it. This meant the poor porker had to take the train and despite the air conditioning her lard laden body had only overheated even more until she was a panting sweaty wreck of a girl when she finally arrived at the beach. At least she had some of her donuts to take the edge off on the train ride over. She was on vacation after all, and people were supposed to indulge a little on their vacation

Now though, she was almost out of her precious junk food AND she was forced to maneuver her bulk over to the nearest changing room before she could cool off in the water. Naoto was forced to nearly peel the sweaty sticky clothing off of herself. Her bra took only the slightest touch before her tits shot it off of her like some kind of makeshift slingshot, flopping out and listing heavily over her slab of a gut.

The sigh of relief she gave off was the last straw for her jeans which popped open and let her jiggling roll stack spreading outwards to its fullest extent and relieving some of the pressure her boobs exerted on her back. Fat porky hands began to rub at the red line between her first and second roll, jeans and a belly full of sugar just did not mix. As tight as it was, she was forced to shove her blubber bag of a lower gut into her pants along with her hefty hips as the surface area her tits took up barely left enough room even for her upper belly roll. Naoto jammed her fingers into the waistband of her pants and slowly shimmied them down, and just like on the way up, they got stuck around her weighty saddlebags.

"C-can't Kanji *huff* make these have a little more give?!" She blamed Kanji around a mouthful of pastry as she hopped up and down.

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The formerly slim girl could feel the vibrations she was sending throughout the pier and wondered if some of the other beachgoers thought a whale had made its way on shore. "You're being too hard on yourself. It's not that bad. Everyone puts on a few while vacationing. You can worry about it...later." All the jostling had made her gut grumble in distress but Naoto had an almost Pavlovian response to that sound now. The hog of a woman lazily smacked her lips and dropped yet another donut into her waiting maw.

"Naooootoooo are you ready yet?" Rise could hardly contain her excitement after she had quite literally felt the ground shake from her friend attempting to put on clothes. She was almost getting as impatient as Naoto on an empty stomach.

"Do you *huff* want to do this?! Because it isn't easy!" Grunting and the occasional belch or moan where the only noises that came from that tent for the next five minutes aside from the obvious chewing of course. Eventually, Naoto emerged in all of her glory. "Wow," was all Rise could say.

She was outfitted in a blue one piece bikini that was trying its very best to minimize her immensity. It wasn't doing very well. The cloth clung to her every fold, retreating in between the two rolls that now made up her belly. Full of nothing but sugar, butter, and fat and lacking any kind of muscle tone whatsover, the lard laden rolls hung over her crotch and slapped against her upper thighs rhythmically as she walked. The top roll alone was the size of the pot belly she had once possessed. All this fat only served to provide a platform for her chest. The busty girl had officially graduated to watermelon size and had long ago stopped caring about exact measurement. If it could cover her up, that was all that mattered. The one piece left the vast vast majority on display only just managing to cover the ends giving an ample view of cleavage you could lose yourself in.

Her pendulous bosoms and the spot where her rolls mashed together where her navel once was visible created a "v" shape and if her tits decided to hang down with just a few more pounds, they would frame her belly button beautifully. The width of her hips matched up with the swooping u-shape her lower gut roll had gained and then some. Her knees beginning to retreat into a soft cave of flab had made the development of leg rolls on Naoto all the more obvious. Bloated hams made up her upper thighs, mashed together so tightly and so heavily laden with lard that even the once stick thin girl had trouble separating them at times. As she waddled forward, they slowly scraped together making a wet slapping sound that made Rise's heart hop into her throat. And she almost died of excitement when she got a view of Naoto's butt cheeks.

One piece's were supposed to cover skin but with the heft of her rear driving them up the middle, all the creamy cellulite spackled fat was on full display. It had begun to enroach on the backs of her thighs and stuck out like a shelf, two full bags of pudding you could stick your face in. It was just barely enough to prevent the girl from falling forward as soon as she took a step. To Rise, it was like she was a fertility goddess who had decided that diets and exercise were for mere mortals.

This fact was further cemented by just how much huffing and puffing the blubber packed blunette was doing. She looked around at the tanned muscles and flat stomachs of the other beach goers including her friend and scowled "I could easily have a body like that if I didn't have to work so hard the rest of the week. Not one of these buffoons could deduce their way out of a paper bag spending all their time preening and grooming in front of a mirror."

Rise giggled at Naoto's scowl and how it made her chubby face look even puffier. "Aw is somebody grumpy. I know just how to fix that."

Her hands sunk right between the rolls of fat that hung off of Naoto's stomach and began to rub at her belly. The normally sheepish girl merely let out a grunt of acceptance, she did have a belly ache after all and Rise's smooth slender hands were much better at slipping in between things and getting out all the kinks than her sausage digits. As long as she wasn't fondling her breasts.

Naoto decided at that moment she had quite enough of standing and allowed herself to flop down to the soft sand below. Her ass shook for at least half a minute afterward and she swore her breasts were about to pop out, but everything held for now. At least she was off of her feet. The girl was so short normally and her fattened cheeks lifted her off the ground enough that Rise didn't really even have to adjust her posture that much. Suddenly the portly beauty let out a yelp and glared at Rise. "What did I say about touching my belly butt-" but she was cut off by the idol jamming a jelly donut right into her maw, biting down on instinct. Did Rise really think she would calm down just because she shoved food in her mouth? It was insulting! It was demeaning! It was...

It was strawberry filled. As embarrassing as it was to admit, sucking the jelly out of the pastry did calm the girl down making Rise snicker. "We're going to get you all sunscreened up okay?" Naoto made to argue but Rise pulled out an especially plump eclair and slid it right in between the obese stunner's even plumper lips. As the detective swallowed, Rise swore she could hear it land in her gut and that it even swelled out a little bit more.

"Wow, even your elbows are starting to pucker!" The starlette gasped out. Naoto's overstuffed cream filled pillow like arms reminded Rise a lot of the pastry her friend had just devoured. "Keep your comments to yourself or I will fall backwards on you," the more serious of the two grumbled. But she couldn't be too mad. At least she had her donuts.

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"It's just some Fall Weight" Naoto told herself, knowing full well of the drastic change in size she had undergone over the past year, yet a stubborn part of her still lingered onto the fading hope of slimming down to her once boyish physique, as if she could revert her sedentary lifestyle overnight.

In what could only be described as a last act of defiance, Naoto had endured the past two hours squeezing, huffing, sucking, and straining her fuller figure into her peacoat attire. Success rang with a few ominous creaks from her outfit and feelings of great discomfort.

The detective waddled out of her bedroom door, her eyes not leaving her chest for a second, unable to see Yakushji, sighing as he began to dial the number of the local textile store.

After a few long, careful steps, Naoto stood outside the Shirogane Estate, the bubbles of flesh from her dress shirt felt like landmines ready to explode. With a slow measured breath, Naoto gazed into the morning horizon, like a well-fed gunman making their awkward last stand, she readied herself for a long, perilous trip to the Inaba Police Station.

PANG.

Within a week of it's occurrence, the so-called 'Shot heard round Inaba' had just about matched the popularity of the Midnight Channel from the year prior. Rumors spread fast as to what the source of the noise could have been. Was it perhaps a long-suffering housewife finally giving her abusive husband his long overdue retribution in the form a magnum? Maybe it was first of many mysterious invaders sent by the star Polaris to aid in the destruction and rebirth of the world?

From Yasogami High to the Central Shopping District, excitement and curiosity had come once more to the sleepy rural town. Another great mystery had come to Inaba, and everyone had their own clues and theories.

Everyone, that is, except for one buttonless detective.

She had finally done it. She had burst through the blue peacoat that had been her companion since middle school, that had stuck with her through thick and thin (especially thick). What was Naoto's reaction? Returning back to her mansion, she stripped down naked and called in to work sick. After an incident like that, it was definitely Donut Time, the one time of the day where she was able to let her hair down and relax so to speak.

Yakushiji took one look at her disheveled state and sighed. He doubted his young master could exercise this blubber off even if she tried at this point, the feminine curves she had always hated had simply grown too big, too cumbersome to even so much as jog around the estate. The odd thing was her rate of solving cases had only increased. It seems keeping her parked on her ever widening butt with a constant supply of food did have some perks after all.

The moment Naoto entered her bedroom, she simply...relaxed. The second she did the buckle of her belt embedded itself in a nearby wall. No bra strap on earth could possibly reach around her back anymore so her only option was over the shoulder but as soon as she let it all out, they snapped open and the cups fell forward like a tray table spilling their contents onto their resting place. Buttons scattered across the room like droplets of rain pinging off all at once as she was simply a big blob of fat in every direction now. To remove her pants she simply bent over although in her case it was more like slightly nudging her body forward. After that she twisted herself from side to side which had the added affect of ripping the fabric on the sides of her white dress shirt.

"Maybe...*huff* m-maybe that will teach Kanji to make such flimsy material. It is his profession after all." All that was left was a thin strip of panties stretched so far it was more like dental floss than underwear. She hopped the same shoddy craftsmanship didn't extend to her new sweat suit.

Well half of one On the foot of her bed sat a pair of blue sweat pants, the gorging glutton had once possessed a blue track jacket to go with it but the constant expansion of her melons had caused the zipper to shoot itself downwards so fast it snapped right off, plus it was just so tight on her lard filled arms and it got awfully itchy in the area where her breasts and stomach met...all in all she was glad she had replaced it with a flowing white shirt that looked more like a parachute for a baby elephant than clothing.

The piglet draped the shirt over her chest like a tablecloth. Her pumpkin sized breasts were so obscene they greedily consumed all of the tent sized shirt and left her belly on full display. Said belly was a constantly rumbling triple rolled stack of constantly growing meat that had realized it couldn't compete with her chest in outward growth and so had settled with blocking her knees from view, slapping and swinging and jiggling all around no matter how little she moved. It would dangle between her legs but her leg rolls had fully formed making her thighs look like a series of innertubes smashed on top of one another. Her pancake thighs were to her ass as her belly was to her breasts as it hung over them like a waterfall of pock marked flab. Not even she could spread her legs without great effort. Her nipples were visible through the supremely stretched white fabric but that didn't matter. Her belly flopped over her sweatpants and her ass cheeks oozed over the top like muffins in the oven but that didn't matter either. She had been banned from the donut store after she had leaned a bit too heavily on the display case and cracked the glass. Not that she'd probably be able to fit in there anyway, the last time she had gone she had easily filled up three chairs with her behind alone and her anchor breasts had taken up a whole table forcing her to use her udders as a makeshift one. No she had something much better.

She rested her back on her increasingly inadequate bed and pulled out her phone. The mattress in a vertical bend from the quarter ton of a girl on top of it."Hello, Rise? Yes I know it's early. What? You think I should start having a second session in the morning so I can better focus on work?" Naoto licked her lips making her new triple chin show itself a little more. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea."