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peachyyfatty · 6 months

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Tease me for being such a fatty

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septusuki · 22 days

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Shiun-san is late. No. Sumika-san is late; she told you to call her that, the first time you met. You owe her that much at least, if you genuinely intend to be her producer. Her P-cchi. You have every intention in the world of acting as her producer, but it seems the feeling isn't terribly mutual. She's cute, cool, and perfectly fashionable — the only thing missing is any actual desire to be an idol. So much for coming to a school for idols. She told you that, too, when you first met her. She's not cut out for it. She's not made for it. She's not got it in her. Apparently. You'd be better off producing someone else, or at the very least, not her. Despite her best protests, you did your own best bet at insisting, and managed to negotiate a tentative middle ground. A date.

"Ugh," her voice strikes you, and you're immediately by the fact that it'd be an amazing tone for singing. It almost sends a tingle down your spine; she makes it dull on purpose, but she could spin her voice into a real orchestra if she wanted. "sorry for being late, P-cchi!" Ten minutes late. Not much, but for a producer, that's an awful lot. For someone who has a stringent timeline they need to stick to, Sumika Shiun has wasted ten minutes of it. She'd better make up for it. "Time for our date, right?" She giggles, her voice already becoming teasing and taunting. You wonder if you'll actually survive an entire afternoon of this.

As soon as you turn, the facts strike you straight in the face. Sumika has no intention of making good on her promise of a heart-racing date. "Sumika-san?!" You scowl, your breath catching as you take every inch of her in. Every pound; every kilo. Perhaps this date will be heart-racing, after all — just not in the way you'd imagined. "You've gotten..." you drawl, almost mumbling as you try to explain what you're seeing.

"Huh?" Sumika smirks, her free hand pushing it's way down her body as her other stuffs a straw into her mouth. She takes a healthy, not-so healthy slurp of her milkshake, and lets her full cheeks fill up with a deep blushing. "Aaah! I've gotten... What?" She knows; of course she does. She's practically thrusting it in your face. Sumika knows that she's fat, but she's being obtuse on purpose, just to make you say it. She's obese.

Every cell in your body seems to tense up; they draw in, hardly able to comprehend what it's seeing, and what that thing is asking of it. "S-Sumka-san, you're," as you stand there, blubbering and blabbing, Sumika grows closer. With every step, her inflated front wobbles oh-so pendulously. She's showing off. She takes another slurp from her shake, and wiggles in place. For some godforsaken reason, she's wearing a crop-top, and with every mouthful, that top seems to grow tighter. "you're fat." You spit the word out. It's the truth, though; this would-be idol is a total fatso.

"I guess!" Sumika laughs, clapping and plapping away at her huge, hanging tummy with one hand. It's so sweaty, so sodden with her own exhaustion, that the sound is almost stressful. "A total fatty, right?" So careless in concern to her own obesity, Sumika looks down at it as if it isn't there. A pillow-sized belly, that sloshes over her hips and hangs a good foot down her legs. She's gained this weight so quickly that any proper fold or roll hasn't had any time to accumulate: the fat-sack is simply stuffed full of blubber, proudly pumped-up.

Staring at Sumika's thick, doughy skin, the fact of the matter starts to sink in. You wizen up to Sumika's plan in a few seconds. "Sumika-san, you've gained this much in a week?" You scoff, looking up to her puffy cheeks, and then down to her plump belly. Her plump belly, which wasn't there, a week ago. When you'd first reached a stalemate with Sumika, she wasn't this fat. She was an ideal student, and a perfect idol. Now though, you wonder what she is.

"On purpose?" Swirling a finger around her belly-button, as if teasing the poor thing, Sumika pouts as she ponders it all. "Yeah, I guess!" She concludes after a moment, that same finger prodding deep into her belly fat, all of a sudden. "I mean, I just gobbled up whatever I saw in front of me! It was all totally yummy!" With another laugh, Sumika tries to tug down her top, and fails absolutely. The hem just sits on the horizon of her belly, refusing to cover another inch. Seemingly satisfied, Sumika retreats to her milkshake. Thick, creamy and calorific; no doubt it's going to make her fatter.

"Even though you knew I wanted to be your producer?" You try to hold onto your decency as Sumika's belly 'accidentally' bumps you. It's so large, so thick, and so voluminous, that it almost has a mind of it's own. "Even though you're trying to become an idol?" As you watch Sumika fondle and inspect her fatness with a similarly plump hand, and terribly tubby fingers, you blush; for just a second, you wish you could be doing that too, if only to check that it's all actually there.

"You still wanna be my producer, P-cchi?!" Sumika pretends to look alarmed. She suddenly tries to sort out her leggings, and appear as if she hasn't been stuffing her face all afternoon. "Even if... I'm this big?" She makes a cute little noise, patting her belly as she retreats. "Even if I'm this greedy?" She slurps on her shake, just for good measure. Just to prove, to you, that this pig is beyond saving. Of course idols shouldn't be this fat; that's what Sumika is counting on. A proper idol shouldn't be some kind of fat pig. "Uff... If I'd known, I woulda gone on a diet, instead!" She giggles, and then tries to laugh off her embarrassment. With one final prod of her pooch, she capitulates, and her little production comes to a complete end. "I guess I can't be an idol at this size, can I?"

You give Sumika one last look, almost ready to agree with her. Then, your eye catches the shine of her stomach. Stuffed, from a morning of gorging, and now yet another milkshake. It sloshes, sags and yawns out from Sumika's deformed middle. It looks deep, almost. You imagine her with another two-hundred kilos. You imagine that tiny little tear, on the hip of her leggings, at twice the size. You imagine that crop-top, with boob-fat hanging out. To put it simply, you imagine this fatso of an idol, even fatter — and you like the image it conjurs up. "Actually..."

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goddess0fgluttony · 25 days

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