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Gaining Gold Chapter 1: Worth her weight?
🕑 Added 2020-12-26 13:01:01 +0000 UTCThe town of Inaba should have been unremarkable.
Quite honestly, there wasn’t much to do. There were the usual things of course. A couple of cinemas, some diners, a few shops. But really, how many times could you just hang out at the same three locations before things became boring?
However, change was coming to the small town. Slowly but surely, as the years went by the gradual shift was becoming apparent. The biggest had to be in the central shopping district, which had been making real strides. It was full-fledged mall where locals could go and hang around, shopping while idly munching on foods provided by the decent food court and it’s several snack stands. This mall was even adding a theater of its own, which promised to showcase both new and older films. It was even said to be a full-on restaurant that would provide service during the movie!
High in the mountains, looking over the town from her little window, Yukiko chuckled. It was a deep laugh, a husky chortle as the huskier girl enjoyed her own little moment. Of course, she’d be thinking about food.
Her belly wobbled as she did, both from the laughter and from her swollen hunger. But what did she expect? She had maxed out her scale, a flashing red error for the woman over six-hundred pounds. Of course she’d always be hungry. As big as she was, Yukiko could finish a feast of rice, pork, and delectable ramen, enough food to satisfy an entire family of four, and still could still find the appetite to waddle back up to the counter to fill an even bigger bowl.
Yukiko sighed, placing a fat-covered hand to her rounded cheek, and stared at the town of Inaba.
Her quiet, unremarkable town that gleamed as if it were made out of gold.
A light fog covered most of it now, early in the day as it was. Still, it was a beautiful sight. An evolving skyline as the town became bigger and bigger.
It reminded Yukiko of her own excitement for the freshly finished construction down by the beach. The boardwalk was a recent addition to the area, a long stretch of tourist traps and specialty snack shops. All closed for the season, as there was still snow even down in the city. But Yukiko kept imagining herself there, wearing a stretched red top and her tight black stockings, her huge bottom slowly swaying back and forth as her thighs warred for lost space. She pictured herself with two cups of ice cream, a bag of cotton candy, a basket of fries, a bucket of popcorn, and more fried food than her sagging arms could carry.
Not that she would need to carry a thing. She had her big, strong husband to take care of that for her.
Yukiko leaned back in her seat, resting her full weight into her cushioned chair. Her robe, a light pink dress of satin fabric, became undone as her tummy stretched the waistbelt past its mediocre limits. She watched the bright pink belt slide free, then watched the robe open with a lick of her lips.
The raven-haired girl’s body peeked out as the robe was pulled back. Skin that was as white as the snow-covered hills, rolls of fat that mimicked their rolling slopes. Yukiko couldn’t even see her belly button, but a searching finger was able to find the wide, deep spot, which had become one of Yukiko’s most sensitive, erogenous areas. Even now, the fat woman found her teeth slowly skating over her lower lip, a soft groan turning to steam as it passed by her plump lips.
The steam stole her eyes, forcing her to look back out her open window. To feel the cold air blowing over the town, entering into her room and coasting over her supple skin. It felt wonderful, a delicious chill touching her in just the right place as it fluttered into the gaps of her robe and passed over her breasts.
As the mere feeling of her weight began to overwhelm Yukiko, she smiled down at the precious small town. Something inside of her, the glutton that had eaten herself into this sagging body perhaps, felt a beat of pride in the space.
If Inaba was a town made of gold, then the Amagi Inn was the jewel that rested in the headpiece. The inn, her inn, was the luxury that kept the town in business for decades. The tradition that kept the name Inaba on the public’s lips, and the massively overweight proprietor who made sure all who came would never forget. Like a heavy red diamond glistening in the rising spring sunlight.
Yukiko’s dark brown eyes were as bright as the crystals of ice that danced outside of her open window. She loved this body so very much. More than love, she lusted for it. This feeling of weight, this sense of getting tired from just touching herself. Even if she couldn’t reach down past her massive gut, even if her fingers couldn’t lift her tummy out of the way to reach a more precious area, the overweight woman knew she would never need to.
As if hearing her thoughts, a pair of hands were placed onto Yukiko’s doughy shoulders, reaching beneath her robe. “What are you doing with the window open?” her husband, Yu, asked.
Yukiko groaned. What little muscles she had were obviously struggling with the newly applied weight, though Yu’s hands could always find the perfect spot to massage. “I want… unnf,” she closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the back rub. “Wanted to… see town…”
“You can do that with the window closed, you know.”
“I know that,” Yukiko chortled. Her arms sagged down to either side of her wide belly, resting on her huge chair. “The fog would make it hard to see.”
“It is pretty early,” Yu seemed to agree.
Instinctively, Yukiko checked the clock. A small, personal television that was about as big as her head rested on top of her nearby wooden desk, empty except for the time displayed in the bottom right corner. Deep scarlet numbers displayed that the time was 10:40.
“You’re not cold?” he asked. She could feel him moving behind her.
Yukiko leaned back in her seat, tilting her head to look upward. Short silver-hair and beautiful gray eyes, Yu looked as magnificent as he always did. He was wearing his black sports jacket over his button-down shirt, which Yukiko already knew would be untucked.
She’d married such a delinquent. Another thought that made her blush as she smiled.
“I’m too fat to get cold,” she replied.
“Yuki,” he leaned down and kissed Yukiko’s pale forehead, “you’re not too fat for anything.”
Yukiko took his chin with one finger, guiding him down to her plump lips. The lovers shared a deep kiss, then another, before developing into one as luscious as Yukiko was fat. Her flabby legs slowly raised, kicking lightly as she felt his hands stop rubbing her shoulders and start pulling her robe down.
The pale woman’s weight was slowly exposed to the full wash of the air. She felt the sagging grow stronger, her weighty breasts slumping around the table that was her stomach, each as large as its own sack of flour. She let him continue to undress her, letting more and more of her body fill out the full seat where she’d perched. There was no room between her thighs, so Yukiko’s belly spread out all the way past the girl’s flabby knees, hiding most of her lower body beneath her biggest, most alluring feature.
Yukiko was fatter than anyone in Japan. Fatter than most woman could dream, but she could feel Yu’s touch slowly rising above her blubbery arms, fingers gently stroking her roll of back-fat, and she knew that she hoped to be even bigger.
“Would you like breakfast?” he asked.
He didn’t wait for her to reply.
Yukiko looked up as Yu stepped away, then entered her view from the right. He was carrying a golden platter topped by a silver dome. He placed the platter on Yukiko’s desk, removing the top to reveal a large, thick stack of something else Yukiko only saw in her dreams.
Five milky-chocolate pancakes had been drowned in a creamy trail of chocolate syrup. Each pancake was the size of a dinner plate and covered with dozens of large chocolate chips. The pancakes sat unevenly, clearly sprinkled with even more chips beneath each serving.
Yukiko quivered. With hunger, with cheer, and with a hint of lust. Her belly made a trembling Rruubbwwwrhhh sound, an earthquake of fat being moved by her wanting.
Her hand began to reach forward, but not to the pile. Her fingers wrapped around her belly, searching for her belly button and lightly teasing it as she felt the steam from the hot pile enter her nostrils and she swept in a full breath.
Delectable chocolate, creamy and rich. Piles of sugar which would be turned into even more fat. Yukiko licked her lips, breathing heavily and staring at the object of desire through half-lidded eyes.
She couldn’t even reach the desk. She’d gotten so fat that, to Yukiko, it was immediately clear that she’d never be able to reach the pile from her current position. She let her teeth bite her lip once more as she closed her eyes and waited.
Yu’s hands felt so very strong as he reached his full length and seized either side of her seat. A hideous groan whined from the labored chair, hundreds of springs beneath one of the world’s fattest gemstones trying desperately not to collapse all at once.
Yukiko realized that she’d begun sweating as the chair inched forward, the table now pressing into her quaking gut. It was divided in two, pale blubber folding over the table’s surface until it almost reached the plate.
She could hardly breath, the heat in her belly mixing with the want of her body. She wanted to open her eyes. To pin down her husband and to ride on top of him, to see the surprise in those beautiful eyes as he watched the hungry need overflow hers.
Instead, she breathed. Feeling the cut in her belly, letting the want envelop her soul.
Yu stopped pushing and Yukiko opened, her tummy rumbling and her mouth huffing. She watched as her jiggling shook the food on her desk. A beautiful creampuff, a round butterball, a heavyweight wife.
Yukiko didn’t ask for the cutlery. She knew what she wanted, and so she reached out and took it.
The syrup was hot, gooey, and immensely pleasurable as she tore off the first chunk of chocolate dough. She was slow to bring it to her mouth, letting the goo trickle down her cleavage and roll down her gut. She felt a final dribble strike her on her thick double chin, rolling into the crevasse of fat that her neck had become, and then opened her mouth to chew.
The bite was fantastic. A taste that was the best that she could picture spread over her tastebuds, rich and dark chocolate that was heavily prepared with heaps of loving sugar. Fat that melted inside of her mouth. Yukiko moaned as she let the taste settle.
Only after her belly impatiently whined did she permit herself swallow, automatically reaching for the very next bite.
“Eat up, my princess,” Yu said as her fat fingers tore a larger bite free. “This whole world exists just to serve you.”
“Hooughhh,” Yukiko puffed through another mouthful. Chocolate droplets skated over her sensitive chest, racing down her tremendous tummy. Some of these droplets impacted on heavier rolls of blubber, getting caught between Yukiko’s doughy folds.
It was an indulgence that Yukiko barely dared to imagine. A small pinch became a full handful, shoving as much as she could fit into her fat mouth. A handful of chips spilled down her throat half-melted, slopping into her stomach onto the swelling pile.
Yu’s hands returned to her shoulders, squeezing her fatness and encouraging her appetite. His touch was a great comfort to her, but the pile of sweets was becoming more than a passion.
Yukiko was becoming obsessed.
She chewed fast, hurrying to eat as much as she could, always wanting another luxurious bite. Every mouthful that she mashed, she drank down with a noisy grunt, her great belly heaving like a much-spoiled pig. Small dribbles added color to her skin, chocolate and vanilla mixing into a swirl of passionate heat.
The first pancake was finished in less than two minutes, torn into pieces by Yukiko’s desperate fingers. Her hands were now filthy, stained with sticky wet chocolate, spreading it to the top of her gut as she knocked back to moan and strained just to breathe.
Yukiko’s feet were barely on the floor, her flabby cankles trying to close the distance so her limbs could knock against one another in an unconscious need for sensation, to recognize that Yukiko was more than her hunger, more than her appetite.
They couldn’t reach. Even if they could, in this moment all Yukiko wanted to be was what she was. Six-hundred pounds, the size of a cow, and still eating more.
She held up her hand and her tongue lulled out, catching a trail of chocolate chips that dribbled into her mouth. She could feel the food settling in her wide stomach, felt the burst of heat as it passed through her chest and met with the passion she had to feed herself fatter.
More food. She wanted more, needed more. More candies, more pastries, more sweetness, more sugar. More fat.
Yukiko’s husky breath caught as Yu’s hand reached over her shoulder, slowly stroking the fat of her neck. “Look at you,” he whispered. “Look at what you’ve done to yourself.”
Yukiko did. She looked at her TV and saw her messy appetite, the fat spilling over the desk and marked with warm, sticky chocolate. She watched herself, smiling as she tore off another morsel, giving herself an unsubtle wink as it too was devoured by the snowy black hole.
“You don’t have any clothes that fit. You barely fit into your chair.”
Yukiko ate more.
“You can hardly even walk. Always eating, hardly moving, you’re getting fatter and fatter every day.”
The black-haired woman swallowed. “It’s your fault,” she said to his reflection. “You’re the reason I keep gaining weight. Always spoiling me…”
“That’s not true,” Yu snorted, and Yukiko knew that it wasn’t. He leaned down, his warm breath whispering into Yukiko’s ear. “You want to be like this, don’t you?”
Yukiko’s breath shuddered. She snatched another mouthful, intent not to answer him until she realized she was already mumbling, “Yes…”
Yu’s hands moved, flowing over her shoulders before pinching the roll beneath her breasts. “You what to feel the weight pulling you down. Filling you out…”
Yukiko swallowed. She broke into another pancake. “I do…”
Yu’s grin was clear in his voice. “Say you like being fat.”
The heavy woman nearly choked, automatically answering and not realizing she’d torn nearly a third of the pancake off in one go. Her body shuddered as she coughed, fist striking herself on the layers of blubber that concealed her chest.
“Say it,” Yu chimed in a light-hearted teased.
Yukiko leaned back in her chair. “I love being fat,” she groaned, smiling into him.
“Say you want to be fatter.”
“I want to be fatter. I want you to fatten me up until I can barely move.”
Yu’s grin lifted. He took a step back, putting a hand over his chest. “Your wish,” he paused, and Yukiko could see his arm grabbing something from behind, “is my command.”
Her husband brought forward a large can of whipped cream. Yukiko had all of a moment to be surprised before she saw the extremely fat picture that was perched on the front. She brightened into a heavy blush, seeing the chibi version of herself on the can.
Chibi Yukiko was wearing black short shorts, which on a girl her size were practically nothing. They barely came down to mid-quivering thigh, the waistband riding high on her tummy but leaving a large window of sugar-white flesh displayed between them and her red crop top. A pair of black suspenders lifted her waist, holding the shorts up and her top down over her curvy breasts. Her normal red headband was set in her hair, a confident grin on her face as she posed with a fan in one hand, a Christmas cookie in the next.
It was the first real good look that she had of herself and Yukiko instantly wanted the outfit. It made her look so huge. She had to be nearly two-hundred pounds!
Why was this here? Why had Yu shown her this? Was this a part of her-
“Open wide,” Yu interrupted her thoughts.
Yukiko’s eyes flickered before she quickly opened and caught the top of the aerosol tube. The cream made a loud, spurting noise that sounded so much stronger inside of the massive woman’s mouth. Again, the taste was magnificent, and Yukiko felt herself gushing as the cream was pulled down her throat.
Her throat bobbed again and again, drinking the cream as it tried to fill her mouth. It was like chugging a thick soda, but heavier, harder to swallow, and quickly the girl found her stomach had begun to feel swollen. It was the slightest sensation growing in the pit of her gut, this tiny throb that she could feel building with each swallow of cream.
It was intoxicating. She wanted more of it. This would be how she did it, this would be how Yukiko would gain all of her-
“Yukiko?!?”
Yukiko froze.
Yu froze.
The cream froze.
The world froze around her, obeying Yukiko’s will. Time itself had frozen, but that didn’t halt the chill from shivering down Yukiko’s back.
Very, very slowly, Yukiko looked down from the can.
She saw her personalized television, the time now reading 11:15. She should have had forty-five more minutes, practically a century, but the brown-haired girl staring back from the screen with brown eyes the size of Yukiko’s pancakes showed that thought was obviously untrue.
Chie stared at Yukiko from inside the TV, her mouth hanging open like a startled fish.
The fat woman then realized that she’d been fondling her own breast.
“Yukiko?” her best friend asked. “Yukiko, is that you?!”
With a panic that was as great as Yukiko’s want to be fat, the disarmed girl hit the roof of the TV and the world was pitched into complete darkness.
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When she came to, Yukiko found herself being helped up from a very ugly blue carpet. She released a groan, more out of resentful recognition than out of any onset pain.
“Hey, hey? Are you alright?” Chie asked. “Don’t pass out. And, uh, please don’t throw up. I just cleaned in here.”
Chie practically lifted Yukiko onto her couch, a comfy hand-me down they’d picked out for her from a secondhand shop. She did it without strain and without any complaint. Lifting Yukiko was easy for the young fitness freak.
After all, Yukiko was only one-hundred-and-forty-six pounds.
She plopped onto the cushion, more than aware of how little space she took up, face as red as her large scarlet robe.
Chie stood over her for a moment, her large television now broadcasting only a shapeless golden glow from the world of shadows. Yukiko had to use her own will to sever the connection, turning the screen into a flat black with the time displayed in the bottom right corner. It was 11:20.
The short-haired brunette noticed, turning back to the television with an awkward grimace. “I, uhhh… was gonna do some training… before midnight. I didn’t know it was… taken.”
Yukiko said nothing. She couldn’t think of anything to say. Instead, she buried her face into her hands and whined.
“H-hey, it’s not the first time someone did something embarrassing, right?! Remember how… uhh… w-well, maybe that’s not a good comparison…” Chie shifted from side to side.
Yukiko finally peeked from over her hands and saw Chie’s outfit. The girl was wearing a dark cerulean skirt over a navy blue button-down. A dark blue tie matched her skirt, with an embroidered patch on the sleeve marking her policewoman’s badge.
Chie noticed Yukiko’s eyes and then started, going even more pale. “U-uhhh… s-sorry…”
The black-haired girl slowly swallowed. “What did you see?” she asked.
“U-uhhhh!” Chie shuddered, much louder and more nervous now. “I didn’t really see nothing! Ha ha,” she forced out a fake laugh. “Yeah, nothing at all really. A lucky guess that it was you!”
Yukiko sighed. Chie lied about as well as she did class work. And, given she had relied on Yukiko helping her study just to skate past the police entrance exams…
“Please don’t tell Yu,” she buried her face in her hands.
“What??” Chie looked alarmed. “You don’t have to ask that. Why the heck would I tell him?!”
Yukiko pouted. “Because you both like to torture me.”
Chie glanced back at the TV. “It looked like you were torturing yourself…”
Yukiko glared.
“I-I’m just saying! Gosh…” Chie’s eyes scanned Yukiko.
Feeling as if she were being undressed, the snowy-white girl instinctively shielded her body.
“Was that really you?” Chie asked.
Yukiko swallowed. This was her out! Chie had given her an out! All she needed to do was-
“Yes.”
-was lie. Whelp...
Yukiko groaned, shaking away the internal instinct to lie. “I don’t know. Maybe?”
“How would you not know? You were like… huge! Like four-hundred pounds.”
A very rueful chuckle shook Yukiko’s diaphragm. Pink filled her soft cheeks. “Six-hundred…” she admitted, immediately regretted it and mentally kicked herself.
“Six-hundred pounds?!” Chie gasped. “Y-Yukiko! I know you’ve put on some newlywed weight, but you’ve been married for like fifteen minutes! You haven’t even been on your honeymoon yet!”
“It’s been two weeks!!” Yukiko crossed her arms over her center, holding her loose robe tight. “And I’ve gained thirty pounds in just the last year.”
“And you’d rather it be… that?!” Chie gasped. “Are you saying you’re trying to gain weight on purpose???”
Yukiko blushed and looked away.
Chie waited a few seconds before, quite simply, toppling over backwards and landing on the floor. Yukiko thought she’d fainted before Chie said, “And I thought Iwas sexually repressed.”
“It’s not… I’m not… Arrgggh,” Yukiko kicked her legs impotently. “I’m not repressed!” she shouted. “It’s just…”
The TV flickered. Both girls looked up to see a soft, golden wave coast over the screen.
Snow fell down in large flakes around the Amagi Inn. The camera moved through the front door, sweeping past the reception desk. It went through a door behind the desk into a short hallway, then passed the shades of a man and a woman mummering in the hallway near an open door on the left right. The next door down was closed but the camera swept into it, revealing a silver-haired man in full focus as he rounded the corner from the bedroom. “Yukiko?” he asked.
From very nearby, a dark blanket appeared to chirp very softly.
“Oh, oops…” the man winced, moving over to the blanket. He lifted it slightly, going down to one knee. “Sorry you two.”
There was another curious chirp, followed by a second, lighter one.
He was whispering something to them now. He should probably have just been quiet, but of course he’d feel the need to apologize to their faces. Her husband, the adorable dork.
Yukiko stood up. She pointed a threatening finger at Chie. “Not a word…” she threatened.
Chie held up her hands. “Okay, okay… but how did you get Marie-”
“Not a word!!” Yukiko shouted, stomping her foot and trying to put the force of a six-hundred-pound princess into the command.
It must have worked because Chie’s arms went up higher, as if Yukiko’s finger had morphed into a gun. The brunette swallowed but her tightened lips promised they would say nothing.
Yukiko turned, took a deep breath, and plunged back into the TV, trying to desperately come up with a way to not lie to her husband and, more importantly, not reveal how much she wanted to crush him beneath her butterball tummy.
