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Patrons' Prompt: Dessert Warfare 2
🕑 Added 2021-02-20 18:33:21 +0000 UTCThe apple of Eden must have been fat.
Growing off of the tree of knowledge, the apple would have been the biggest, chubbiest, dumbest fruit in the garden. It hung from the branch of that blessed tree, so large and pink and accursedly cheerful that no human would have been able to resist her temptation.
“K-Kaguya? Are you sure…? I don’t think I can fit in a one-piece anymore…”
Kaguya would end that juicy apple. She would set fire to the entire garden, burning down all of Eden until she was the only apple who remained. Not this… this… overfed, bloated, fa-
“Erm? Kaguya?”
“I am here,” the young woman replied from outside the fitting room door.
Kaguya held numerous swimsuits across her arms. Every single one of them was a one-piece swimsuit of increasing size, every single one of them still far too small. Nothing could cover the pink flesh of the apple. Nothing could contain Chika and her fattened appetite.
“T-these don’t fit either…” Chika muttered through the door. “I wonder, are you sure the size is right? I-I should be able to fit into a small…”
The only thing still small about Chika was her voice. Kaguya could see the pink of Chika’s bare feet beneath the door, the fat of her calves beginning to merge with her ankles.
“The sizing is correct,” Kaguya said, with enough ice to freeze the fury she felt. “Double Extra Large. It’s still too small?”
There was a noise from the fitting room that sounded something like a particularly fat puppy had gotten stuck in a box.
“Chika?” Kaguya continued. “Is the sizing still too small? The clerk said they don’t have any higher sizes for a one-piece.”
“I-I don’t think it…” the puppy let out a high-pitched whine, dancing back and forth on her fatty feet. “I might need to try a two-piece outfit.”
This was an outcome beyond unacceptable.
It had only been three months since Kaguya had learned of Miyuki’s preferences. All of those images on his computer. The chubby girls, the fluffy girls, and the overweight behemoths. Kaguya sharply remembered the picture of the fat girl in the crimson swimsuit, chugging a shake directly out of a blender. Soft white skin, fat thighs… fatter tummy…
Kaguya had spent the last few months pushing herself to eat as much as she could, forcing herself to eat not only three meals a day but to also eats snacks, drink sodas, eat plenty of sweets. Sugar, sodium, the all-encompassing calorie, Kaguya had devised a battle plan to tackle the worst enemy she’d ever faced. Her small tummy and slender appetite.
And it would all be for naught, because the lazy do-nothing fatass inside of the fitting room was more than twice her size. How quickly she’d transformed, as if this gluttonous monster had always been lurking just beneath the surface, a fat girl waiting to be let off her dietary chain. Chika had an appetite without rival, a body which processed calories like explosives that expanded her tummy and thighs.
The sculpture of David was the ideal man, hewn from marble and stronger than stone.
Chika Fujiwara had been created with endless cream and marshmallow fluff.
Kaguya sagged as much as her small body could let her. “Are you sure that you’re wearing it right?” she asked.
“I don’t think you can wear a swimsuit wrong… can you?”
You shouldn’t be able to, but Chika was Chika.
Kaguya dropped the ill-fitting plus sized swimsuits into a return cart. Chika had gone through every size that the establishment offered in-store, after the blushing pink apple refused to have her measurements taken.
She had been in there for nearly an hour already, sending Kaguya to get more and more clothing for her to try on. Now, after long stretches of awkward conversation with the staff, Kaguya’s patience had frosted far over. She didn’t expect her arms to ache so much, but having spent months neglecting any sort of physical activity, just standing this long was bothering her ill-practiced muscles.
Pudgy. Soft. That’s all Kaguya was. A small girl with a small tummy, barely even a tummy at all! Kaguya’s thighs were so close to touching… She should have waited. She should never have constructed this plan for the beach!
Then again, if she had waited, then the other obstruction might have caught on.
Chika was the enemy that Kaguya knew. But this girl, this new girl… Nobody in business likes an auditor. Time was no longer on Kaguya’s side.
“I’m coming in,” she said to the door.
“E-ehh?! B-b-bu-”
The door to the fitting room clicked open.
Pink, round, jiggly and exposed, Chika bounced backward with a terrorized yelp, covering her chest with one arm while her other arm…
“C-close the door!” Chika chirped as Kaguya entered. “Someone will see!”
Kaguya hardly heard her. The door clicked close behind her thanks solely to inertia. Her frosty red eyes, huge and cold, were glaring at the immense, half-devoured crepe that Chika was trying to hide her face behind.
In such a small space, Chika Fujiwara wasn’t just fat. She was overwhelming. Her belly so heavy and round that it covered her maidenhood, even with the distraught one-piece trying to tuck in her stomach. The green suit only came up to her waist, forming a vanilla cupcake that spilled over the top like a well-packed wrapper. Her large chest looked poofy and soft, held up by one fat-covered arm, while her rounded chin and large mouth were tucked behind the fat ice cream dessert.
Her wavy pink hair fell loosely around her shoulders, while the cute little bow the horrible succubus wore on her bangs quavered with stress, and hopefully, fear.
“Where did you get that?” Kaguya numbly asked, staring at the dessert.
Chika’s large eyes dropped to the crepe before turning back up to Kaguya. “O-oh… this?” she swallowed, lowering it from her mouth. “There’s a… umm, a stand. Just outside. Near the food court. It’s called Ice Cream County. You didn’t see it?”
Kaguya blinked at her.
Very, very slowly, Chika tried to step to the side. There wasn’t enough room in the small space, but her shifted weight revealed a waist-high counter set into the corner. “I-I… umm…” A small table had been placed in the fitting booth, upon which sat Chika’s phone, her wallet, a small ribbon, and the discarded wrapping of another crepe.
The fat girl was sweating.
“I may have stepped out… while you were getting more clothes for me…”
Kaguya was at war. An internal struggle between heat and cold, between the burning of fire that was desire and the tumultuous frost that was possession.
Miyuki belonged to Kaguya. Whether he had sworn his fealty to her yet or not, it did not matter. He was hers!
And it was becoming apparent that Chika meant to challenge that claim.
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Chika did not want to be here.
If anywhere, Chika would want to be… well, she’d want to be at the counter of Ice Cream County, but after that she would very much like to just go home!
She could feel the cold of the mirror as she backed away from the gleaming red eyes of her closest friend, seeing that they were centered on the remains of Chika’s crepe.
Something had happened to Kaguya. In the recent months, Kaguya had thrown her entire being into sugar and sweets. She’d stuff herself with cookies, with muffins, and Chika remembered how she had savaged that cheesecake.
How in the world had she remained so thin?! It wasn’t fair! Just because Chika ate more, she gained more weight???
Well… o-okay, so maybe that made sense… but it still wasn’t fair! How any girl could stay skinny when there were cupcakes and doughnuts and ice cream and gummy worms and chocolate, oh how Chika truly loved-
A noise emitted from Kaguya. It sounded like a growl that would have been territorial if Chika hadn’t watched the girl plunge her bare fists into a frosting-coated cake. Now, it just sounded hungry.
Kaguya wasn’t fat, not by any means. She might have been, once, before Chika had become an expert taught by her mirror and her scale, but it wasn’t a bad look! She looked soft, almost pleasant, and she looked like she might finally have something resembling boobs on her chest!
But, admittedly, the look wasn’t as cute when her red eyes were luminous and her body was hungry.
“I-I’m sorry,” Chika blushed, offering her crepe. “D-do you want a bite?”
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“Ehh? Oh, uhh, sure. They’re in the fitting room. I can guide you back there if you’d like.”
“No thank you, Ma’am,” Miko Iino held up a hand. “I can go there myself.”
It had been five months since Miko had joined the Student Council. Five months, and things were going insane.
Vice President Kaguya and Secretary Chika were, by far, the most interesting people that Miko had ever met. In a very, very bad way.
Overeating by itself was one thing. In some parts of the world, being curvaceous was akin to a showing of power and wealth, but this wasn’t some mere indulgence. The Student Council was infected, beset by the strongest signs of injustice.
Only her and the president had shown up for the after-class meeting, and that’s when that fool tried to spring this upon her. This beach party, this great injustice!
She’d practically shouted him down right there, twisting his hand to make the announcement on the intercom, and then had taken the mantle of responsibility on herself. As the future leader of the Student Council, it was up to Miko to see justice prevail for all of her classmates!
Plus, she needed a cute swimsuit to wear, and this was like the only place in town that sold cute one-piece suits.
She pulled back the tarp of the shaded door just in time to hear a hideous crack followed by a pair of girlish yelps. One of the fitting room doors sprung free, depositing four… no, it was only two girls.
“Aiiieee! You can have it! You can have it!!” Chika whined. Her pink flesh shook violently as she tried to squirm out of Kaguya’s clutches, the smaller girl pinning Chika down by the waist. Chika kicked her chunky pale legs, holding her arms across her barely-concealed chest while Kaguya sat on the girl’s fat stomach.
“You dare do this to me?” Kaguya whispered, her fingers digging into the only garment Chika wore, which looked like a hideous green elastic swimsuit. Her grip was so tight that her nails poked holes through the garment. “After everything we’ve been through? Everything I’ve done?”
“I’m sorry!” Chika cried. “I got one for you, I did! I just ate it, I’m sorry!!”
Gluttony. Sloth. Envy. Pride. Lust. Greed.
Fire entered Miko, and she became Wrath.
“Ahem,” she cleared her throat.
Both Kaguya and Chika froze, staring at one another before looking up.
Miko’s shadow was much, much larger than the 4’8” girl should have been able to cast. “What, in the hell, are you two doing?” she asked.
Chika spoke first. “Auditor Miko! Thank God! Kaguya’s gonna eat me because I ate her crepe.”
Kaguya’s face went from surprise to total confusion. “Eh? Eat you? I’m not gonna eat you.”
“Then why are you sitting on me?” Chika sniffed.
“Wait a second, one of those was mine?!?” Kaguya’s voice lifted into a peaked shout, gripping Chika’s swimsuit and snapping it against her belly.
“Yow!!”
“How could you get that for me and then eat it?!”
Chika screamed, worming away from and tearing the suit further inside of Kaguya’s grip before Miko interjected.
“Oi! Oi oi oi! You’re done!” she snatched Kaguya from behind the arms, pulling back with all of her might and moving the pudgy girl all of an inch.
“I-it was ice cream! I was hungry!!”
“We just had lunch!”
“Like three hours ago!!”
“I said you’re done!” Miko grunted, putting all of her height and her weight into pulling Kaguya back.
She came this time, not because she wanted but because Chika’s swimsuit tore completely down the center and her enormous tummy came blubbering out with a high-pitched shriek and a quivering ‘Boolop.’
Miko stumbled, falling back with Kaguya. She felt her grip tighten around the girl’s center and had a momentary shock with just how stuffed Kaguya’s stomach felt before the girl landed in her lap and the wind was knocked out of her.
The staff member entered the fitting room area not a moment later, and after the small shock of seeing what seemed to be a fight between a pack of small, portly puppies, closed the tarp and put up a sign that said ‘The fitting room is temporarily closed.’
Miko had both of the girls lined up only seconds later, and was laying into them.
“You two have far overstepped the boundaries of my Student Council!” she stabbed a finger at them. “I understand being hungry, but this is ridiculous! Fighting over something as little as ice cream!”
Chika stammered an interjection. “A-actually, it was a crepe, and Ice Cream County gives out really big-”
“Quiet!” Miko hollered, her hands waggling behind her from how loud she was forced to shout.
The young lady marched back and forth, trying catch her breath. She forced herself to imagine herself as an impartial judge, until she realized that there were stains of vanilla and crushed strawberries clinging to her school uniform.
“You two are lucky that I’m not the president. If I were Miyuki, I’d have both your resignations right here!”
Both girls seemed to melt a little, and Miko finally felt like she might be getting through to them.
“The ethics you’ve displayed here are…” her voice dipped. “I’m surprised we haven’t been thrown out!” she hissed, glancing towards the entryway. “Chika, put your uniform back on. Then go find an outfit that fits! For God’s sake, your fat… your fatasscan’t fit in a one-piece!”
Chika whimpered, holding her arms across her chest and trying to hold back the tide of her tummy as she backed into the fitting room and closed the door.
Kaguya watched her go with ice in her eyes.
Ice that melted beneath the inferno as Miko bore down on her. “And you,” the auditor growled.
Kaguya blinked.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to!” she pointed a finger. “All of this feasting, all of these sweets, and then you call for a last-minute Student Council trip to the beach?”
Kaguya blanched.
“I’ve been watching you, Shinomiya. I’ve seen the meals you’ve been bringing to school. You and Fujiwara have been making me drool with envy for months! And it’s all been for this, hasn’t it?” Miko leaned forward, poking Kaguya’s stuffed tummy. “So that you’d finally have a beach body to enjoy, hmm?”
Kaguya breathed.
“Well, I hope you do. I hope you and Chika are able to have some fun with the bodies you’ve eaten yourselves into, and I hope the rest of the class is able to as well.”
A moment passed, filled with the exacerbated grunts of Chika trying to dance out of her swimsuit before the penny dropped like a fat glob of strawberry ice cream.
“What do you mean?” Kaguya asked.
Miko glared. “You better have something nice to wear planned. You might have some curves now, but everyone’s going to see this tummy when you two waddle onto the beach. Tonight is the school festival.”
With a glance over her shoulder as Chika peeked through the door, Miko returned with a vindictive smile.
“We’re going to be having a luau.”
