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“More cake please!”
Another triangular slice of cake met Sakura’s mouth. “Now you have to try this Red Chocolate Velvet from Switzerland. Absolutely divine.” Karin found herself grabbing a slice of cake by the hand instead of using a fork like she properly would. What was causing this?
Things here seemed odd. There was no estate surrounding the two. As there usually would be. Instead she and Sakura were on the couch, engulfed by a white space, and a table full of cake resting in front of the pair.
“Y’know. When you called me over to eat cake, I was a little hesitant. Cause of my diet and stuff.” The brunette drummed her belly, “But now I think I deserved a cheat day! Can I have another?”
“Cheat day? What in the world is this girl talking about?”
The warm smile on Sakura’s cherubic face absolutely brightened Karin’s eyes. The goldi-locked girl labored a breath before speaking, “Positively. Why don’t we make things interesting? Let’s see who can finish their cake first. Winner gets a…uh…tummy rub!”
A tummy rub? Why in the hell Karin would give Sakura a tummy rub? Clearly this had to be some sort of-
“You’re on!” spoke Sakura with a determined expression.
Karin sat at the ready parallel to Sakura. Even in her dreams the blonde’s love of competition remained the same. At the mark the two bolted their hands to the cake, grabbing as big handfuls as their hands could gather.
“Mph. Done and done”, licking her fingers free of icing, Sakura sighed with a confident smirk.
“What?!? She finished already?”
Even with the spirit of competition giving her strength. Karin, lacking the brunette’s eating prowess, had lost.
“Alright, Karin you know the deal.” Sakura adjusted her position, her neck against the armrest and one leg draping off the couch. No words of agreement or otherwise came from Karin’s mouth. Instead she found herself approaching on all fours until her knees planted themselves on the cushion between Sakura’s thunderous thighs and her hands finding home on her beach ball sized stomach.
Karin’s hands took no hesitance in exploring Sakura’s growing tract of land. All Sakura felt that was needed is to close her eyes and enjoy the massage. Being sure to let out a soft mew of satisfaction every now and then.
To Karin, she experienced a rush of taboo perversion like she’s never experienced before. On one hand, Sakura hasn’t even mentioned the weight she’s gained from training her appetite, leading to doubts that’s she’s even aware of it. On the other, it’s a dream. She should let loose whenever possible.
Similar to petting a soft dog or touching a manta ray at the aquarium. Karin’s hand guided by her thirst for knowledge and the sensation. She needed to feel every inch, every fold, crevice, and so on. Oh, if she could feel more. Only if Sakura would allow that. Yes this is a dream, yet such actions with permission are down right-
Just then, Karin fell forward. From behind Sakura rose her other leg back onto the couch. Pushing Karin forward with her meaty calf. Her blonde had planting into Sakura’s chest held tight in the ill-fitting sailor uniform. “S-s-sakura.” A stutter like that hadn’t happened to her in years. This couldn’t be real. “Yeah, Karin?”
“Would you m-mind if I try something?”
A surly smile drew on Sakura’s jowls. As if she could sense the amount of nerves shooting through Karin’s system, “Go ahead.” Again without second thought, Karin’s hands climbed upward to Sakura’s breasts and gave them a gentle grope. Sakura squealed in surprised delight.
Karin placed herself forward with her svelte torso against her friends pudgy one. At this point she had mounted Sakura. The two were face to face and much like their previous battles. Closing the distance is of utmost importance. The moment Karin leaned forward, the world began to fall and so did she.
“Eh? AAA!”
Karin snapped her eyes open to recognize the dimly lit room she was in. Her own bedroom. Specifically, the floor of her own bedroom.
Sakura, or as Karin had to refer to it now as the pillow, is clutched deep onto her body. Moistened by Karin’s sweat, drool, kisses, and constant nibbling. “Oh dear. Was I-? No. That was all a dream. Goodness.”
Seconds before Karin had thought about going back to sleep, her stomach rumbled in hunger. Karin? Hungry at this time of night? It never seemed likely, yet she found herself here. Especially after all of that food and beer from earlier.
“My. Well let’s see what they have in the fridge.” The alcoholic buzz still that rang within her didn’t affect her ability to walk.
A few meager steps later Karin found herself in the Kanzuki Estate kitchen. Luckily the entire staff had retired to their respective quarters. She’d hate to feel like such a bother. Karin turned to a lone table with a plate, a whole cheesecake, and a jug of milk with a cup. Her intentions were to cut herself a humble slice and return to sleep. One slip of the hand changed all of that.
“Oh shoot. I didn’t mean to gather such a large helping. Oh well.” With every forkful Karin reminisced about her day with Sakura. The more she ate the more she reflected back. The eating, the fun, the gazing. It all built up into a giddy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Karin’s fork reached forward and struck the empty platter. And just like that the entire cheesecake had vanished like the jug of milk she had brought out.
That blissful feeling started slipping away. Quickly, Karin deduced it had to be linked to her eating and thoughts to Sakura. Quickly, she dashed toward the fridge to find something else. “The chocolates from when the mayor of Switzerland visited. Hopefully no one minds if I sneak a few.” Karin did so, popping a few select ones in her mouth.
Eclairs. Chocolate tiramisu. Turkish delight. It all brought back pleasant memories of Sakura and that funny feeling in the pit of her gut. From the way she smelled to the little movements of her chunky body.
A wavering wicked smile crossed Karin’s mouth when climax came near to a close. Lemon snickerdoodles had sent Karin over the edge, making her knees feel like jello when her mind came across the memory of feeling Sakura’s fat for the first time. A jolt of sudden ecstasy shot into her core. Until-
“Oh! OW!”
The pain. Karin caught and supported herself on the counter, not wanting to fall to the floor the second time that night. Her mouth held shut from making any boisterous sounds.
Thank goodness there were no servants around to see Karin stumble around hunched over like this. She’d practically die of embarrassment if anyone had caught her pigging out like a commoner. She cradled her stomach that pressed against the night gown. “I shall never do something Ludacris like that again. Except for Sakura. Only for Sakura.”
-Mall-
“Agh, dangit”, Sakura muttered tugging her sweat shirt down for the billionth time that day. She had corrected the problem and continued to walk on, until a few minutes later where it rode up again. “Something the matter, Sakura?” Karin asked, acting as though she wasn’t watching the buoyancy of Sakura’s ass for the past few minutes. Has it gotten bigger?
“It’s nothing. Just-“ Her voice trailed off upon bright neon sights flickering into her vision, “Food court! C’mon!” Sakura dashed forward with her mouth flowing with drool.
“Hm. She had eaten not that long ago. It seems like her appetite is growing at a rapid pace,” Karin’s eyes scanned Sakura’s blubber rippling with each stride, “Amongst other things.”
Fourteen good minutes had passed by which allotted Sakura to collect a trayful of grub. Karin followed Sakura during her expedition and had unwillingly gathered nearly as much as Sakura. Nervous sweat dripped from Karin the moment she realized how much she had.
“What are we waiting for? Let’s dig in!”
Sakura practically started inhaling her feast of a lunch. Karin went in right behind her. Eating at an almost matched speed.
Then, right in the middle of her meal, Karin hit a brick wall. Metaphorically speaking. She set her food down, looking like she was about to fall over, “Karin? Are you okay?”
“Yes,” winced the rich girl, “I’ve just reached my limit.”
Sakura paused for a moment before chuckling, “Limit? I can’t count how many times you told me that a Kanzuki has no limit.” The bubbly fighter set aside her meal and patted her friend on the back.
With her fingers, she procured a lamb meat filled gyro from the tray while her other hand slid from Karin’s back to her waist. Either her mind was playing tricks on her or the Kanzuki Clan member had managed to get a little soft. The heiress smiled with a blush growing brighter across her face.
Karin didn’t bother bringing up the fact that she was completely full. She wanted this. She wanted this really bad.
“See? You have no limits,” Sakura patted her shoulder, “Don’t forget that okay?”
In reply, Karin managed to muster a blissful gurgle. Sakura giggled and petted the blondes head. As of right now, Karin didn’t think anything could make her happier than this moment.
I’d give anything to live in this moment forever.
“Thanks for the funtime, Karin! See you Tuesday!”
Sakura did her best to bow to the driver. Having a stomach as big as hers restricted some movements. Running back into the apartment complex she lived in, her chunky frame plopped down onto the bed, “Man. What a day.” For a few moments she actively tried to fall asleep, but her stomach demanded her to stay awake for a feeding.
“Hungry again? Man, I’ve got one hell of an appetite.”
She turned in her sleeping position toward the mini fridge that had become her best friend as of recent, grabbed a few uncooked hotdogs from inside, and placed them in the microwave. While she waited, Sakura petted her stomach.
“I gotta get this thing under control. But it’s soooo hard when Karin’s always giving me food and then paying for my food,” she sweated, “My sweat suit was so tight today too. I’m sure she’s noticed.”
A beep confirmed that the microwave had finished heating the pork. She didn’t even bother with putting them into buns and dressing them with condiments. Sakura scarfed down the three dogs and lied down her bed. That little bit of satisfaction quieted her stomach.
“Karin’s really taking a liking to food too. Hope she doesn’t get carried away like I did.”
-Meanwhile, at the Kanuzki Manor-
“Oh Sakura.” Karin’s eyes rolled back as she managed fit another cupcake into her full maw. The body length pillow held tight onto her frame.
Admittedly, this had become some kind of nightly ritual that wouldn’t end. Something like this was merely psychological. It had to be.
Karin already made a mental note that she was getting a bit chubby from this. Stuffing her stomach until it was ready to burst while she fantasized about her time with Sakura. How naughty.
Something had to be done, concerning Sakura that would end this. It was only a matter of finding out what.
Possibly a connection with the dream she had earlier?
-Garden-
“Aren’t these gardens just divine, Sakura? You can find every flower in existence here. Regardless of the climate we made it grow.”
The breath-taking landscape certainly did rip the words straight from Sakura’s mouth. With the bright sun shining down, vibrant colors exploded from every petal creating a beautiful pick of colors that artist’s dream of.
Even after years of walking through this garden, Karin never tired of the sight. Still, there was another matter to attend to. She walked ahead of Sakura who still drank in the sight with her eyes. Her attention now drawn to Karin who turned to see if Sakura’s still sight-seeing.
“Oh, man. She really is gaining weight.” Given Karin’s clothing style there was nothing but a little visual tell. The extra sway in her hips and the barely noticeable belly outline on her clothing. Suddenly, Sakura’s worry was interrupted by Karin turning all of a sudden.
“I do hate to suspend your experience, but there will be plenty of time to gaze at the flowers when you’re on the ground.”
“Hm?” Sakura spun on her heel to Karin who posed in her fighting stance. The chubby girl paced both palms on her gut, “Aw. I would but I’m starving.”
“Don’t worry. I have a delicious treat for you afterward. That’s only if you put up a good fight.”
Sakura didn’t need another reason. She slipped into her fighting stance and look at Karin head on, “Alrighty then. Let’s go!”
For the time being, Shibazaki had nothing better to do. He filled this rare moment of peace to act as an audience member of the fight. Along the estate bridge where he stood, Birdie lumbered over, munching on a stick of mutton.
“Oi. What are those two doin’?”
“Sparring.”
“Again? That girl has a lot of trouble getting off it, eh?”
“Miss Kanzuki just happens to have a persistent fighting spirit,” he responded, keeping his head pointed toward the fight, “There would need to be some sort of battle on a grand scale to distinguish the flame within her. For only a few days until it would ignite again.”
“Whatever. Looks like she’s getting bopped again jut like last time. Don’t think I could ever get tired of seein’ that.” Birdie chuckled.
“She’s not doing it without purpose.”
“Huh?”
“It appears she just challenged her friend to be able to eat once she wins the match. Once Karin takes a fall. Sakura will then stuff her face, which is what Karin wants. She doesn’t seem to mind going against her family code of ‘Absolute Victory’.”
“Karin wants that? What do you think for? I could be using that food afterall.”
“I do believe the answer is a difficult one,” Shibazaki replied, noting that the entire staff knows to not speak of Karin’s weight gain, “One that I’ll be sure keep away from.”
With a strong kick to the jaw, Karin tumbles to the ground. Mere seconds later she returns to her feet and bows to Sakura. She had admitted defeat. In the spirit of good sportsmanship the observers clap and cheer while the two fighters share a high five and then a hug. The two hug once more and the on lookers witness Karin looking rather handsy with the blonde rubbing Sakura’s back roll.
“Same ‘ere.”
Sakura drumming on her belly didn’t even cease when the fight ended, “You brought a snack nearby right Karin? I’m really hungry.”
“Certainly. I do feel rather exhausted as well,” the heiress walks to the behind of a tree and retrieves a large picnic basket, “Here.”
“Holy crap! That’s a big picnic basket!” Sakura squealed.
“Oh, please. You do realize fighting burns a lot of energy thus you need a lot of nourishment to replenish it.”
“That’s ridiculous.” mumbled Sakura watching Karin pull out a plethora of sandwiches stacked with meats and cheeses. Under it, a Tupperware container full of steaming hot pigs in a blanket. Then next to it, a bunch of grapes still connected to the vine rested next to the sandwiches. Then lastly an entire twelve pack of chilled sodas to wash the meal down.
Sakura gulped before licking her lips. Hopefully, Karin wouldn’t mind missing out on most of those tasty sandwiches and hotdogs. When her appetite kicked into gear, she surely would be able to wreak havoc on anything edible.
OM NOM NOM OM NOM
Leaning her back against the tree, Karin swirled the carbonated beverage and took the occasional swig. To see Sakura pig out in utter satisfaction was always a blissful sight. Her eyes plastered to the chubby brunette who magically made those hotdogs and sandwiches disappear all to easily until…
“Guh! Huff. Ah.”
“Well. Well. Seems like someone’s gotten their fill, hm?”
“I still want-,” Sakura panted, “-the grapes.” Sakura propped herself on her arms. “It won’t be a matter.” Karin grabbed the grapes by the vine and approached Sakura. She slowed to a crawl and made her way between Sakura’s thick and creamy thighs. The bunch of grapes dangle over her mouth, “You want, hm?”, Karin teased.
“Mhm, ”Sakura opened her mouth wide open and bit off a few grapes at a time to chew. Karin petted the full girls stomach as she snatched more and more of the purple fruit. Not to Karin’s surprise, Sakura had picked the vine clean in no time. Truly remarkable.
“Erm, Sakura.”
The Ryu enthusiast turned rubbed her stomach with one hand, still able to hold herself up with the other. Her mouth chewed the grapes held in there.
“Yesh?”
“Would you like to come to the soiree at the estate in a week from now? I promise it will be a fun time.”
“No doubt. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Karin!”
“Great!” spoke Karin, her cheeks burning from Sakura’s sweet innocent smile.
Karin’s appetite had spiraled out of control that day. She didn’t know what it was. Either the anticipation or anxiety trying to calm their nerves through food. For the entire week leading up to the party Karin did nothing but eat and think of Sakura. “This is maddening!” she grumbled shoving the 8th sushi roll into her mouth, “Why can’t I stop this? Why can’t I stop thinking about Sakura?”
A brief moment of ungratefulness hit her. She didn’t wish the estate could supply such limitless fattening food. She wish Sakura never gained all that weight. She wished she never-.
“I need to stop.”
Karin steadied her mind, hopefully this wild week of gluttony wouldn’t hit her too hard.
-
Another waft of freshly prepared food tickled Sakura’s nose. She wiped the salivation from the corner of her mouth. Karin’s parties, which were always held for the higher than high class, always did have the best food money can buy and plenty of it too.
Over the horizon of the estate bridge, Karin’s bodyguard, Birdie came into view.
“Oi! You that girl from earlier.” Birdie puffed looming over the shorter but equally as paunchy woman, “You’re good to go. The party’s over ‘ere.” Sakura nodded and ran past the fatty mountain of a British brute.
Along with the beautifully architectures parts of the estate. One could never tire of the entertainment patio where many fights had been fought. Rose pedals cascaded down onto the wood, elegant lights hung up above, fancy waiter waited hand and foot for the guests, and of course the radiant moonlight shone on the river, bringing the beauty of the estate up to an eleven.
“I wonder where Karin is.” She thought before her nose caught a second smell of the delectable meats over at a table a few feet away. Before eating she really should fine Karin.
“…”
Well she could multi-task.
“There!” Finally after minutes of squeezing herself into the party gown Karin had comforted her conscious. She still could fit into her clothing; there just must’ve been a mishap with the laundry. “As if I went that overboard during the week. I was still able to contain myself.”
Certainly the rotund paunch pushing against the midsection of her evening gown wasn’t a dead give away of Karin’s weak will. Below, her legs had grown too stocky to not have any telltale signs of overindulgence.
“Suppose it’s time to grace the guests with my presence,” Much like Sakura would, Karin placed her hands on her stomach, “I hope Sakura is here by now. I don’t want to eat alone.”
Well. It’s been half an hour and when Karin entered the party she went straight to her duty of welcoming guests. It wasn’t until another half hour until Karin was able to break herself away to bring her much wanted attention to Sakura.
“Hi, Karin. You really dressed up for the occasion.”
Karin flaunted her golden hair, “As always.” Sakura too is dressed in beloved get-together evening gown that contours her body too well.
Sakura couldn’t help, but to continuously eye Karin’s belly bulge when it jostled with each movement. The flowiness of her gown could no longer covered the heiress’s rear like it use to. Each cheek looking like a well inflated basketball behind the blonde.
“Poor girl,”, thought Sakura taking a peek a Karin’s fatter breasts that nearly rested on the top of her stomach, “She must be in denial.”
“Shall we?” smirked Karin snatching a tray of succulent meats from the table. Seconds later, Sakura grabbed a platter of pastries, “Great minds, Sakura.”
“Ishizaki,” the husky butler arrived to Karin’s beckon call, “Tell the guests I went off with Sakura to spend some, err, girl time. I believe my presence may not be needed for the rest of the evening.”
“Understood.”
The two walked off to a little niche part of the estate. Both darkened by the night time and barely lit by the moonlight. One not too far from the party. “Sakura, please contain yourself,” Karin giggled herself in reaction to Sakura’s chuckles.
“I can’t help it. This feels so BAD.”
“I agree. I does feel pretty sneaky for a lack of a better word.”, Karin pointed to a lone corner. They both set their platter down on the ground.
“You mean bad, right?”
“Yes. Bad.”
“You know what else feels bad?” Sakura set down her platter near Karin and turned to her, “Not letting you have your turn.”
“Hm?”
Sakura crawled close to Karin. With a weight much greater than Karin’s an escape plan was impossible. Before she had a chance to protest a seemingly never-ending stream of food came to Karin with Sakura passing in every delight.
Against her better judgment to stop stuffing herself, her mouth didn’t stop chewing or taking more bites. Karin’s stomach rose and rose with each filling meaty bite that Karin fed her. It wasn’t until she felt a strain against the gown did the alarms in her head begin to go off, “I think I should certainly stop here. I certainly would to hate leave you with nothing.”
“It’s too late for that silly. You’ve already eaten it all.”
Well, if it didn’t hit her before it certainly hit her now. Previously a snug fit the black gown now clung tightly like a shrunken piece of underwear. “Oh, I just feel bad Sakura. Not the bad we were mentioning before but actual bad.” The blonde stood herself up on the wall. Her breathing labored as the pain in her midsection pulsed.
“Are you alright?”
“Mhm. I could get you some food, Sakura. Provided you accompany me to my room so I can lie down”
“Uh, o-okay,” Karin grabbed Sakura gently by the hand she lent and led her to the estate. Karin motion halted once Ishizaki darted into the scene startling the two.
“Sorry about the intrusion, but Birdie’s gone wild again!”
“WHERE’S THE REST OF THE MEAT! I WAS PROMISED MEAT!” Birdie swung his chain around in an attempt to wreak havoc. So far no guest has been hurt. Yet. Sakura and Ishizaki stepped on the scene. Karin lumbers behind.
“LET’S RALLY! BRING ON THE MEAT! WHERE’S THE MEAT! BRING ON THE MEAT!”
Ishizaki quaked in his boots. Ms. Kanzuki. What do you suppose we do?” He turned to face her, but she had since already stepped forward.
“I’ll be damned if he leaves them with an impression like this.” The moment Birdie had his back turned, Karin gave him a swift, yet powerful kick in the rear sending the brute sailing into the estate river.
SHRIP
“There we are. I apologize for the sudden disturbance.”
“Um, Miss Kanzuki-”
“He’s a new hire.”
“…”
The silence confused Karin. Where was the applause? She opened her eyes to see the awkward stares from the others. “What-ACK!” And there’s the culprit. A gigantic split in the middle of her dress where her dome shaped belly popped out. Karin stood silently. Her mind unaware of where to take things from here.
Thank goodness the help was always there to save the day. Shibazaki flawlessly slid in front of the attendants, “The party is over. Everyone please exit the estate. Now.”
At his command the attendants filed out of the estate. Birdie climbed out of the river, hi state of mind finally calm, and Karin dashed back into the manor.
“I should go after her.” Thought Sakura, but dropped it seconds later seeing the flood of servants following after her. “I’d probably get lost in that crowd.”
Sakura then took her leave. It was getting late anyhow.
-
Later that night
“I’m such a pig! I have no self control. Just like a filthy commoner!” Her teeth sunk into the large fried chicken leg, “But I can’t stop myself. It’s damning!”
After calming down from the emotional turmoil that happened hours earlier, Karin had somehow found herself to be hungry again. In the middle of the night. After thinking about Sakura. Again.
“How could I be such an ungracious host? I didn’t even see her out of the party. How could I be so selfish?” She berated herself, stuffing a whole loaf of garlic bread into her mouth and soaking it with rich wine.
Karin groped her thigh fat. The guilty pleasure was certainly unwelcome, however, it didn’t deter the drive that drove her to eat more and sometime pressured Sakura to eat. The midsection of her dress pinched her full belly.
Just mere hours go her stomach had burst through her party gown and now she’s nearing doing the same with her sleep wear. She knew this habit needed to end. It only started because she kept her true feeling away from Sakura and now she’s paying the price of being untruthful.
Karin hoisted the wine bottle into her mouth and sucked the liquid until the thirty six ounce bottle emptied. Great, she’s intoxicated as well. The blonde heiress plopped down on the bed and was rewarded with a mixture of sounds.
The sounds. The sound originated from the night gown for it could no longer stand the stress of Karin’s gut and split down the middle.
“Oh, dear,” she cried, “Tailor!”
-
“All done with the measurements, Miss Kanzuki. I’ll be able to supply you with the girdles tomorrow morning.”
Steadying her heart, Karin thanked the tailor.
Over the next few days Karin put herself on a strict training regime and diet. Exercise in the form of filling her one thousand fights a day quota and diet free of any sweets or fatty foods. Karin went right back to her diet of low calorie-high protein meals. She didn’t have much time before running into Sakura again and she wanted the girdles to make it seem like she ditched the eating lifestyle.
Yet, every night, Karin had ignored the fridge being locked and instead ran from the estate into town. Once there she stuffed herself with as much ramen with the money she carried on her person. Basically making the work she did all day worthless.
-
“Alright, Sakura. You can do this.” Her sure footsteps carried her down the street, “No need to be nervous. It’s just a date…with Karin. And you barely dressed up for the occasion.” Sakura placed her hands on her stomach, “Geez have I really been walking around like this? Cripes!”
Once the movie theater came into view Sakura did see Karin standing there. In a obnoxiously large jacket. Seems like last night had hit her ego pretty hard. She made a mental note to refrain from bringing up the party. Sakura looked at Karin with a bit of oddity, “It’s the middle of summer, y’know. I’m pretty sure movie theater’s aren’t that cold.”
“So you say. I didn’t notice,” Karin lied through her teeth, “I always tend to get a bit chilly.” She turned to the ticket master, “Two for Fei Long: Baby Dragon.”
The duo approached the snack bar and examined their options. Then something clicked in the brunette’s head, “Oh. I get it,” she whispered, “Is the jacket you’re way of sneaking candy in? Genius!”
“Sneaking in candy?!? Sakura, even I know that the prices here are highway robbery, but that doesn’t let someone like my self stoop to such commoner ways.” Sakura rolled her eyes, pursing her lips at ‘her hoity-toity-ness’. “I’m going to procure the best seating for us. I trust you have the snacks covered?”
“Sure! See ya in there!”
Upon entering through the door leading to Theatre V, Karin was finally able to breathe. The confines of this girdle was becoming too much for her to bear. Not to mention, that she felt rather humid. Wearing this larger version of her usual coat wasn’t such a good idea aft-, “NO!” Karin believed what she was doing made sense and that her plan for today would work perfectly. All she had to do was hold on.
Although she did feel bad for leaving Sakura to buy expensive snacks. Ah, she’ll sneak a little money into her purse later.
With each step taken up the stairs, Karin could feel the restrained body-fat jostle. All the moments she had spent indulging instead of training hit her conscious hard.
“Ah. There you are. Good seats!” Sakura made her way up the stairs, carrying to obscenely huge buckets.
“What? What is this?”
“They just added the bottomless bucket o’ soda and bucket of jumbo hotdogs to their menu,” Sakura cradled the ridiculously oversized cup, “I couldn’t resist. Want some?”
“Err,” The heiress bit her lip, “As much as I want to I have to decline.”
“Okay, more for me. Sh. It’s starting.”
As much as she tried to resist, the enticing odor of pork and bread had wafted to her nose because of the dreaded theatre fans above that kept the room chilly. Well, at least wearing this jacket found its use.
In the brief moment of boredom of the movie Karin unconsciously plucked a few hotdogs to snack on with large gulps of soda in between.
“Urp. No-blech-no.”, Karin steadied her mind, but with the swelling effecting her midsection it was admittedly hard to keep calm. She could feel the strain of her blouse buttons becoming greater with each passing second. If Karin didn’t leave now Sakura would surely notice the weight gain Karin’s been trying to keep secret. On the other hand, if she made such an abrupt movement, her belly would break the-
POP
Too.
POP
Late.
POP
“Huh? Karin?”
“Pardon me!” the bloated heiress stumbled out of the theater. From the panicked way she moved Sakura failed to shrug Karin’s sudden departure as something minor. More of an emergency if anything. The moment that Sakura gave chase and left the theater her eyes caught faint flow of golden curls dashing into the ladies bathroom.
“Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!”
“Karin. Is everything ok?”
Karin keeps her back turned.
“Why of course. Just…something came loose.”
Sakura sighed. Karin can’t “Drop that act Karin! We both know you gained a lot of weight.”
Those words struck a nerve. Karin had to act quick to not let her emotions get the best of her, “Sakura that’s preposterous. A Kanzuki knows to keep oneself in proper shape. OHOHOH-“
“There she goes acting like that agai-“
“Ohohohoooooo…” her trademark laugh fell into a sob. Karin fell to her knees on the bathroom floor now going into a full on bawl.
“Karin. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-I-err…The Karin Kanzuki I know wouldn’t cry over her appearance. She would flaunt it like nobody’s business.“
“And-sob-what else?”
“A-and Karin’s really pretty. Like so pretty, she’s downright sexy!”
Just a little ego petting was needed to put Karin back on her feet. She faced her friend, wiping tears from her chubby cheeks, “I’m terribly sorry about that Sakura,” her pristine voice still shaking, “And I’m sorry about making you eat more than you wanted.”
“Heh. You didn’t make me. As I said before, a warrior is supposed to have a strong appetite, if anything you did me a favor.”
“Well, what about me fooling you into gaining more weight?”
“Fool me? Um, well, it’s not like I couldn’t tell. I mean, you weren’t super discrete about it.” Karin took a step back and blushed. All the pettings, pattings, belly rubs, gropes, feeding sessions. Oh my.
Sakura stepped forward, “B-but it’s okay. We both kinda lost control of ourselves, but we can fix it together.” Sakura gently took Karin by the hand, her sunken in eyes looked at her companion’s brown pools, “How do you suppose we do that?”
“We’ll go on a diet soon. For now lets focus on getting this out of our system.”
Karin breathed out and cleared her mind. As of this moment, there were many options the two could choose, but after listening to Sakura’s words, the answer was clear.
“I think I’ve got an idea.”
NOM OM NOM NOM
“Karin, you-pant-gotta eat this blueberry pie-brarp-it’s amazing! Or as you would say, ‘Affirmatively Divine’.” Sakura playfully mocked. The blonde heiress conjured up a tired smile, “Only if you-puff-try this-urp-red velvet cheesecake. It’s as a commoner like you would say, ‘Bomb ass fire’.”
“Okay, but you first.” Sakura flew the warm piece of pie to Karin’s awaiting mouth. Her first bite sent a smear of blueberry pie filling over her lips and droplets onto her clothes, “See? Doesn’t it taste amazing?”
Privacy for this matter wasn’t an issue. Karin requested the rest of the evening alone with Sakura for the exception of sweets be carted to the room. With the privacy, the two had decided to take it to the next level and pig out on Karin’s luxurious plush bed.
“Your turn,” to Sakura’s mouth Karin guided a slice of Red Velvet cheesecake. Sakura cutely accepted the desert with that adorable smile that warmed Karin’s heart. “Oh, Sakura.” Karin flipped her own body, resting herself on Sakura’s lap with her taut belly pressing against Sakura’s full dome. Sakura felt the palms of Karin’s hands gently caress her belly and rub in circular motions.
“It is a shame that we’ll have to keep this between ourselves, but lets enjoy the moment while we can, hm?”
“Can’t argue with that,” Sakura ditched her too small skirt next to Karin’s bed leaving her lower body bare expect for the red panties. The sailor uniform top barely covered her ballooned breasts.
Karin too had left herself exposed. Tearing off her stocking and shoes. She left the buttons on her jacket undone. Belly and breast appeared spilt out. The girl truly had given into making a pig of herself. Fortunately this strange turn of events wouldn’t last long. But, the understanding between the two would last a lifetime.
Karin leaned forward and kissed Sakura on the lips. Leaving behind a blueberry smudge.
The End.
