Glorious and dazzling, the sun shone down from a cloudless sky, a beautiful day for countless young people to make precious memories with their friends.
In contrast, inside the school building, the friendless loners of the “Neighbour’s Club” sat in silence. The arrogant beauty with long raven black hair, Yozora, sat at the table intently reading a complex novel. A delightful scent of fresh tea filled the room, as the incredibly androgynous maid, Yukimura, prepared drinks for the rest of the club. Rikka, the perverted scientist girl, was apparently working hard on some new disastrous project in her lab. Kodaka, the sole male member with dirty blonde hair, had left moments earlier to chase down the two bickering children that also enjoyed using the room, Kobato and Maria. It was almost a perfectly peaceful day to read and relax, but Yozora’s purple eyes couldn’t help but stray over to the television in the room. There, her hated rival sat knelt on the floor playing her latest dating sim.
Whilst most of the school looked up to the buxom, stylish and upper-class blonde as Sena Kashiwazaki, her healthy proportions lead Yozora to only ever refer to her as “Meat”. The two girls had a fierce rivalry, and even this rare moment of peace seemed about to end, as Sena immersed herself into the game, laughing at every joke, gasping at every plot twist, and generally being a loud, excitable girl. Yozora’s eyebrow twitched as she finally ran out of patience. With her long hair flowing behind her, she quickly strode up behind Sena and slammed the weighty hardback novel into her head.

“Meat! Some of us are trying to read some quality literature, so could you stop oinking and squealing for just a second? Or is that too much to ask?” Sena squeaked in surprise at the sudden attack, glaring up at Yozora with teary eyes.

“Stupid Yozora! As if this isn’t quality literature, just look for yourself! See how poor Sakura-chan has fallen into depression, because her crush said she was too heavy for him to date! What a jerk! If only she realised how I’ve been there for her the whole time! It’s a touching drama!” Yozora looked at the screen for a moment, seeing a pink haired girl with saucer-like eyes, barely any thicker than a rake, eating a crepe on a park bench with an exaggerated, sullen expression. Crossing her arms and sighing loudly, Yozora was decidedly unimpressed.

“Only a plump piglet such as yourself could possibly lower yourself to empathise with such utter tripe… Speaking of which...” A tiny smirk snuck across Yozora’s cute features as she began her favourite sport, Meat bullying. She lifted up one of her lengthy and soft legs, snug and tight inside long black stockings, and poked at Sena’s tummy with her foot.

“Aren’t you getting even meatier lately? Like a sack of lard… I could hardly have imagined you could have gotten larger, and yet here we are. I’m impressed, Meat, you truly have a talent for eating, if nothing else!” These weren’t empty words either. Lately, Sena really did seem to be filling out her school uniform better than ever before. A soft, small, belly welcomed the teasing foot, and her cheeks were remarkably full and chubby, almost like a hamster. Yozora couldn’t help but scowl as she realised that Sena’s famous chest had taken the majority of the new pounds, the buttons of her shirt straining to contain the enormous mounds of flesh, perky orbs which could surely enthrall any man alive.
Sena’s cheeks grew red and hot throughout the humiliation, until she finally jumped to her feet and ran out of the door with a childish wail.

“Yozora, you idiiooott!” By the time she had reached the end of the corridor, she was already panting for breath. Sena had to place a hand on the wall and rest when she got outside, before slowly walking into town for a crepe… or two, or five.

“Now isn’t that better, no more raucous racket… Yukimura, would you pass me some tea and cake?” Smirking in satisfaction at a job well done, Yozora returned to her book and snacks, waiting for Kodaka to return from wherever those disorderly children had led him. Without much of a wait, a teacup was gently placed down on the table before her, and she sipped it eagerly.

“Mmm… This is good, are you using new teabags?”

“Well, as a matter of fact-“ Before the question could be answered, Yozora was digging into the cake Yukimura had brought in that day. Sena wasn’t the only one with extra meat on her bones; hidden beneath the ornate wooden table were rapidly plumpening, pillowy soft thighs, and a belly coated in a thin layer of fat that was rumbling, pleading for sweets more often than before.

“Mmph, this is delicious too… is there any more?” Yukimura sighed quickly, before putting on a complacent smile and bringing over the rest of the curious confectionery. Whether it was a victory celebration or drowning their vexation, both girls had made a habit of following every argument with a meal.

And they argued very, very, often.



Some days later, Sena and Kodaka were meeting at the local pool. He was supposed to be helping her practice swimming, but so far neither of them had so much as put their toes in the water. Instead, they were sitting at the poolside café, Kodaka resting his head in his hands as Sena ate and talked freely without Yozora’s judgemental eyes anywhere to be found. Empty bowls of noodles littered the table, as Sena ate and ate without end. Her new double-chin could no longer be overlooked or denied, wobbling slightly as she chewed and spoke.

“And then, mmph, she called me a sack of lard! Can you believe that? She’s so mean!” Kodaka certainly could believe it. A beautiful sea blue and golden yellow bikini barely contained her blubbery body. Every so often, she had to take a moment to remove the flimsy fabric from becoming wedged between her enormous, fat butt cheeks. Even the rickety metal chair she sat on looked insufficient, creaking and groaning, utterly eclipsed by her sheer girth. Exposed and pale, her belly had also grown explosively, pressing precariously against the table, threatening to send it toppling over. It was perfectly rounded and soft, a lovely globe of pure gluttony. Kodaka almost would have thought she was pregnant, if it weren’t for the fact that he knew there was no boy with a chance in hell with Sena, and that he was seeing some pretty convincing evidence of the kind of unthinkable gorging that could fuel such expansion.
Finally finishing her main course, Sena picked up a cone of ice cream in each pudgy hand, licking at them in turn as sweet droplets pooled in her cleavage. This was definitely where she had grown the most, and considering her starting size, the results were jaw dropping. If it weren’t for all the weight behind her, these basketball sized breasts would surely have sent her toppling forward with every movement. Plump, full, soft, they bulged out around the poor bikini. Personally, Kodaka thought such tightness looked very uncomfortable, but Sena seemed so immersed in the sweet taste of her ice cream that it bothering her at all. Finally licking her sausage-like fingers clean, Sena moved to stand up before falling back into her chair with a cute little groan.

“Ooh... my tummy hurts... Kodaka, I don’t think I should be going swimming… Please don’t tell Yozora…” Sighing deeply in disappointment, Kodake realised he wouldn't be getting to swim today after all that wait. He figured it would be best for his own safety if he didn’t say anything along the lines of “Yozora told you so.”



A week later, Rikka was running away from the clubroom and back to her lab. She looked tired, with bags under her eyes. Worried, Kodaka took a moment to stop her and ask what was wrong.

“Damn… I just… I just wanted to see what it would do! Now they’ve had me making it nonstop for two weeks… I just wanted to make the tea and snacks taste better… I didn’t know!!!” Gripping onto his collar, Rikka spoke in a flustered, nonsensical way, too rushed and slurred for Kodaka to catch much of what she was saying. Something about her latest project? Before he could ask for a proper explanation, she was hurrying towards her lab with an empty scientific flask. Thinking little of it, figuring such things were usual for the mad scientist girl, Kodaka pushed open the doors to the clubroom and found an even more bizarre sight.

“Hmph, so good to see you’ve finally embraced your animal instincts, Meat! You’ve found your true calling!”

“Sh-shut it! You’re no twig yourself!”

“Hah! Compared to the bloated butterball before me, I’m like a leaf in the wind!”
The two squabbling girls were in each others faces… or as close as their enormous tummies would allow. Both of them had gained an immense amount of weight, corpulent bellies with many rolls pressed together as the two girls spat insults at each other without rest. Of course, if it came to the chest, Sena was undoubtedly bigger, her simply giant breasts overwhelming the still impressive melons that Yozora had managed to acquire through endless eating. Lower down, their bellies seemed almost evenly matched, perhaps Sena having the slightly larger gut. They both gurgled in discontent, causing Yukimura to gasp and start shakily preparing more food for the two raging rivals. Whilst Yozora was just barely managing to squeeze herself into the schools largest uniform, Sena had taken to unbuttoning her shirt in the clubroom, letting her glorious pudge roll forward freely. It was a real challenge for her to find comfortable clothes in her size.
Somewhat surprisingly, it seemed as though Yozora’s thighs and butt had grown the most. Sena certainly had a meaty, plump rump befitting her nickname, but the bubble butt of Yozora was something else. Supported by legs like tree trunks, her black hair flowed over it like an inky waterfall, its sheer size pushing up the back of her uniform skirt, inadvertently exposing herself to the room. However, she was far too engrossed in her argument to notice.

“Meat hardly seems fitting anymore… Blubbery beached whale? Lard? Cow? Pig? No, no, those are all too small to describe the mountain of Meat before me!” Smirking as she jabbed her pudgy finger into the vast girth before her with each insult, the deep fat swallowing it all the way up to the knuckle, Meat’s hefty cheeks steadily blushed with increasing intensity.

“W-Wha… You, you stupid, YozoROUND!” The gluttonous girls gave each other an intense glare, tense silence falling over the room before they turned their fierce eyes to the stunned Kodaka.

“”KODAKA! WHICH OF US IS FATTER? IT’S HER, RIGHT!?””
Droplets of sweat cascaded down his face, desperately looking away from the violent gaze that wouldn’t accept any kind of neutral answer. Taking a deep breath, he spun about on his heel and opened the creaking wooden door.

“Uhh… I’m sorry, did you say something? I have somewhere to be, sorry, bye!”