“I’m going on my break!” Uzaki called out a few moments after their last regular in went out the door, signalling the end of the busy time of the day and a moment of rest for the part-timers at the cafe. She put down her tray of empty cups on the counter for her co-workers at the cafe to take care of, before turning to go take a seat and rest her tired legs. Behind the counter, Sakurai and Asai got a good look at Uzaki’s shelf of an ass, two huge cheeks wobbling and jiggling through her work jeans as her love handles dug into the strings of the apron tied around her waist. Usually a small, largely decorative piece, at Uzaki’s current width the apron was more like a towel draped across her squishy thighs, soon to resemble a blanket if she got any bigger.

“Sakurai…” Asai whispered in his ear as the two watched her go, stuffing herself into one of the booths with noticeable difficulty. Thanks to her new height her thighs nearly pressed against the underside of the table, while her expansive gut that stuck out far in front of her had its twin folds lodged above and under the table, Uzaki unable to sit back far enough or suck in her gut enough to not spill over. Despite her difficulties merely sitting down, Uzaki looked quite comfortable, happily settling in as she took up the entire side for herself.

“What is it?” He asked, tearing his eyes away from Uzaki’s display of obesity long enough to scoop up the tray she’d left.

“Don’t you think you’ve gone a little too far?” She asked with a slightly disapproving tone of voice.

“What do you mean?”

“With Uzaki’s weight. It’s okay to be a chubby chaser, but if this is going to continue we’re going to have to take the cost of her new uniforms out of your wages…”

“Huh!?” He exclaimed, unintentionally loud enough to catch Uzaki’s attention, turning her head and cocking it slightly, her flabby cheeks drooping slightly with the motion as she tried to listen in. He noticed it, lowering his voice and leaning in to hiss at her. “You think this is my fault?”

“It isn’t?” Asai seemed genuinely surprised.

“Of course it isn’t! Every pound she puts on is one hundred percent her fault!”

“Really? That’s not what it looked like from over here.” Asai crossed her arms contemplatively.

“You need new glasses then.” Sakurai said irritably.

“You certainly don’t look like you dislike it.” She observed.

“I’ve just gotten used to it!” He said, preferring to not think about that point too hard.

“Whatcha talkin’ about?” Uzaki called, looking eager to agitate her senpai more.

“Nothing!” He hastily replied, Uzaki smiling smugly, Sakurai wondering what was running through her mind right now.

“Well, if you aren’t talking about anything, can you get me a sundae?” She requested sweetly. “Actually, make it two! And a slice of cake!”



“One’s more than enough for you, you pig!” He snapped, an insult she merely giggled at.

“But I’m hungry!” She complained playfully. “All this walking around’s used up all my energy. I need to refuel, for the sake of our customers.”

“There won’t be anything left for our customers if I don’t keep you under control!” He retorted, turning around and stiffening as Asai gazed at him with judgemental eyes.

“Sakurai, it might be okay for you two to have fun talking to each other like that at home, but at work you need to -”

“And you need to keep your mind out of the gutter!” He stomped off to the kitchen, returning with a begrudgingly piled-high sundae to keep Uzaki happy, something that Asai immediately noticed.

“That’s a lot bigger than our usual servings.” She pointed out. Sakurai flinched, having grown used to giving her extra large servings when cooking for her at home. He hadn’t thought much of it, but now it seemed pretty obvious that it was suspicious behaviour from him. Before he could come up with an excuse, Asai turned towards Uzaki and called out, speaking over his spluttered protests.

“Uzaki, you don’t have to push yourself too hard if you think Sakurai is going overboard, okay?” She said sympathetically, Sakurai burning in embarrassment.

“About what?” Uzaki asked surprisingly innocently.

“You know, your weight.” Asai said, gesturing towards her own slim and trim abs. Uzaki looked down as if she hadn’t noticed, her eyes lighting up deviously as she caught on to what the two had been arguing about.

“But I went so far just for him!” She immediately said melodramatically, grabbing her plush belly, then her

“No you didn’t!” Sakurai hastily protested. “This was all your idea! Don’t pin it on me!”

“I only did it because you liked it so much when I got a little chubby!” Uzaki lied through her teeth, relishing the look of distress on his face as he nearly dropped the sundae.

“That is not what happened! I told you to lose weight!”



“Sakurai, you can’t say that to a lady!” Asai said, the situation rapidly deteriorated regardless of which direction he took.

WIthout any better ideas, Sakurai rushed over to Uzaki, who yelped as he grabbed her and yanked her out of the booth, his powerful body enough to dislodge her without much trouble, his hands sinking into her soft arm-flesh as he tugged her by the shoulder. She stumbled to her feet, led over to the counter where he stood right next to her.

“That’s why she’s gone and turned herself into a whale!” He said, putting the two of them side by side to emphasise his point, and even then it took Asai a moment to catch up and realise what he was pointing out. Her eyes scanned from bottom to top, first focusing on her bulging belly and the straining buttons on her top, the fabric pulled tight as it was given a little release in the space between her belly and breasts, only to be pulled almost to its bursting point at her bust, starting to look almost twice as big as her head as it grew exponentially with the rest of her and causing a slight hole in the middle where one could get a peek of her cleavage, her shirt clearly on its last legs. She traced her face from its now familiar second chin to her usual short hair, now finally realising what Sakurai was showing her: just how much she had grown vertically, not just horizontally.

The height gap between them had been reduced from several feet, with Uzaki not even reaching his shoulders, to what initially seemed like it might be even, only to come out in Uzaki’s favour, as she had by now overtaken him entirely by a few inches. The top of his head landed around Uzaki’s nose,

“Ah.” She finally put two and two together, Uzaki’s trademark smirk being made even broader by her wide cheeks. It wasn’t like her height increase hadn’t been as striking as her weight, but Uzaki’s strange genetic quirk had been less important than body fat percentage to the muscle-obsessed girl.

“Finally realising what a shorty senpai is?” Uzaki gloated, looking extraordinarily pleased with her growth. Her smile managed to somehow get even wider as he was forced to tilt his head slightly upwards to make eye contact with her, Uzaki resting her flabby bicep on his shoulder. The width of Uzaki’s arm dwarfed Sakurai’s own, his lean muscle no match for her ever-growing flab, Asai thinking that he’d need a power-lifter’s physique to keep up with her. “I’ll be able to use him as a headrest soon.”



“Don’t get too far ahead of yourself.” He said, trying to push her away as she got up on the tips of her toes trying to stack her chin on top of his head. “I don’t care if you start scraping the ceiling, getting taller this way doesn’t count.”



“It does so!” She complained, not accepting his refusal to acknowledge that his shortstack kouhai was well on her way to towering over even the tallest of men.

“It does not. You’re gonna be wider than you are tall at this rate anyway.”



“Which is totally worth it! Now admit it! Admit that you’re a teeny-tiny- ah! My sundae!”



Uzaki was distracted by her ice cream melting, snatching it up and wolfing it down as quickly as possible, ending the argument prematurely. Asai leaned into Sakurai’s ear, whispering gently.

“You can let your girlfriend get as big as you want, but don’t you dare think about ruining those muscles of yours by joining in.”

“Are you stupid? Of course I won’t- ow!”

Sakurai yelped as he was struck in the head by a button, Uzaki’s bust finally bursting and sending the button in the middle of her chest flying directly at him like a missile. Asai barely had time to snigger at his misfortune before the most overburdened of her belly buttons gave up the ghost too, striking her square in the middle of the forehead and leaving an embarrassing red mark…

—--

“Senpai, over here!”

Uzaki waved enthusiastically from where she was waiting inside the movie theatre, Sakurai resisting the urge to put his face in his palms as she wobbled and quaked from the motion, causing a nearby woman closer to Uzaki’s original height to scurry away out of primal fear of being crushed, while others tried not to stare at the gargantuan woman who cheerfully waved away as if she were still some dainty waif trying to flag down her companion.

“As if I could possibly miss you.” Sakurai sighed under his breath, the seven or more foot tall former shortstack lumbering towards him, wearing a substantially upscaled version of her short sleeved yellow hoodie, with a matching khaki skirt that showed off her smooth thighs, free of any unsightly cellulite even as they grew thicker than Sakurai himself, constantly rubbing against each other. Uzaki had put on so much weight that it was difficult to say how much she had gained since last time, particularly with how she grew upwards as well as outwards. Judging by the fact that his face was now level with her sagging breasts, he would have guessed at least a hundred pounds. Despite her prize melon sized breasts and rolling gut being bigger than ever, she wasn’t straining her clothes for once, her hoodie looking like it had at least fifty more pounds for her to grow out before it’d start having its limits tested. This was by no means a sign that Uzaki had gotten tired of her wardrobe being too tight, but a declaration of her intent to burst the seams on this one someday too.

“What took you so long? Being fashionably late won’t make girls think you’re cool, Senpai.” Uzaki asked with her usual mocking tone, Sakurai almost glad that her insatiable belly forced several feet of space between the two, meaning he wouldn’t have to crank his neck upwards just to make eye contact with her.

“I’m perfectly on time for the movie, you’re just early.” He said, Uzaki shrugging.

“A common mistake for beginners, Senpai. You aren’t including time to get snacks!”

“Then you should have gotten them while you waited!” He pointed out.

“And not be there to greet you? What if you got lost?” Uzaki smirked.

“You just want somebody to carry your stuff!”

“Duh! What do you think boys are for? Now come on, we’re gonna miss the start!”

One trip to the concessions later, Sakurai found himself balancing two extra large popcorns while Uzaki happily held two jumbo drinks, Sakurai wondering if she’d be a few millimetres taller by the time the movie was done. Her growth was as explosive as ever, and he wondered just how big she would get before she was satisfied. She had, as promised, started to use his head as a headrest, but her gluttony showed no signs of ceasing. Out of a morbid sense of curiosity, he wondered just how morbidly obese she would make herself in her pursuit of size…

“Hold on a second Senpai, I’ve got to use the little girls’ room.” Uzaki nearly spilled the drinks and popcorn as she shoved them into his hands. “You took so long that I got myself a drink while I waited, I’m not gonna make it through the movie!”

He watched her vanish into the bathroom, her hips barely narrow enough to fit through the doorway. There had to be an upper limit to what even she was willing to grow to, right? It was definitely starting to get inconvenient for her, he was sure of it. His suspicions were proven true when she emerged with her usual chipper attitude, only to smack her forehead on the doorframe, Sakurai realising that she must have been over seven feet tall for that to happen, and that his estimates were off.

“Are you okay?” He asked as she whimpered, refraining from any snippy comments about how she might want to consider a diet

“I-it’s just a little growing pain.” She put on a crooked smile, brushing her hair up to expose a few more embarrassing bruises normally hidden by her bangs, showing that this was not an uncommon occurrence. He didn’t blame her; she was simply growing too fast to adjust to her height. Adjusting to her width seemed like it was probably hard enough…

The two hurried to their seats, Uzaki pulling up the armrests on the chairs around her, settling her plush ass into her seat, or rather seats, as her cheeks overflowed into the two surrounding her, Sakurai forced to feel her left ass cheek spill onto his thigh as she took up almost half of his seat as well.

“Couldn’t you get us better seats, Senpai?” She complained about their viewing angle, Sakurai looking sternly at her.

“I had to make sure there was enough empty space for you, you know.” He explained. “Plus, it’s one thing for you to go banging your head on the ceiling, but think about the people who have to sit behind you.”



Uzaki turned to realise that she was getting so huge that her head was starting to obstruct the view of anybody unfortunate enough to be directly behind her, Uzaki blushing as she squirmed in her seat and meekly got comfortable where she was, digging into handfuls of her popcorn and washing it down with more soda. Fortunately for her, with the movie starting it wasn’t long before she could reassert her dominance, feeling Sakurai start to squirm himself under her thigh-flesh as the tension of the horror movie they were watching mounted.  After a jumpscare she felt his head press against the side of her pillowy boob between her chest and her shoulder with a little of her muffin top and side-fat squished as well, Sakurai hardly noticing initially before blushing at where his face had ended up. But it was too late, Uzaki already had her devious grin waiting for him when he looked up.

“What are we going to do with you, Senpai?” She whispered dramatically, stretching confidently and easily wrapping her long arm around him, Sakurai unable to resist without making a scene and soon settling into the comfortable feeling of being squashed between two exceptionally soft pillows. The warm, comforting feeling took the edge of the movie’s scares, and although Uzaki missed out by having an unusually calm Sakurai, she was quite happy where he was for the rest of the movie.

–

Uzaki seemed unusually content after the movie ended, leaving without taunting Sakurai too much. He had agreed to take her shopping afterwards, as much for necessity as it was for pleasure. Uzaki was in a perpetual state of having precariously few well-fitting clothes, and had a suspicious habit of wearing ones on the verge of bursting to his apartment then making him promise to take her clothes shopping the next day, or using her outfit being reduced to tatters as an excuse to stay overnight. After she had ruined yet another one of his shirts by trying to put it on and tearing it within seconds of yanking it down far enough to cover her bountiful breasts, he had snapped at her and forced her to promise to buy a few sizes above her current weight and height, something she had thankfully stuck to since.

“Make sure you pick something that lasts, okay?” He advised as he followed her around the plus-sized section of the store, picking

“How about these, Senpai?” Uzaki asked, holding up a pair of shorts so wide they hardly looked like ones to begin with. “They’re extra stretchy!”

“Sure, whatever, as long as it fits.” He said, not having much of an opinion on women’s fashion, particularly while they weren’t being worn. As far as he was concerned, sweatpants were probably the safest bet for Uzaki right now, and these seemed closed enough.Uzaki pouted at his lack of a reaction, snatching up a matching shirt to add to her pile to try on and heading for the change rooms. Sakurai glanced in her direction, noting that her huge jiggling ass was practically as big as the booth she was now going to attempt to squeeze herself into. With an ass like two bean bags and thighs that made tree trunks look slender, he wondered if she would even fit.

“I’m gonna go try these on and then you can tell me what you think, okay? Not that your terrible taste matters!”

“If I say they’re good she’s happy, if I say they’re bad she tells me I’m wrong. Why even bother?” Sakurai sighed as Uzaki vanished into one of the booths. He waited a minute, then another, then went to see what was taking so long. Even at her current immensity, Uzaki shouldn’t take this long to simply get changed. He didn’t dare stick his head through the curtains of the change-room booth, lest he get his nose broken and called a pervert, but there were some strange squeaking and shuffling noises in there, proving that something was up.

“Uzaki, you alive in there?” He called, getting an awkward murmur in response. “What was that?”

“Senpai, we might have a little problem.” Uzaki said awkwardly, her embarrassment obvious as her voice wavered.

“What is it? You haven’t torn it already, have you?”



“No, the shorts are fine! I mean, I assume so, I haven’t tried them on yet!”

“What’s going on in there?” He asked, wondering just what trouble she had managed to get herself into as soon as she was out of sight.

“I, um, I might need a little help…”

“Getting changed?”



“Sort of, just… Agh, come in here already! I’ll give you permission just this once!”

Sakurai poked his head through the curtains, then nearly choked, his eyes widening at the blushing figure before him. It was Uzaki, facing towards him looking ashamed of herself for once, wedged perfectly between the walls of

“How in the world did you manage this?” He exclaimed. “How’d you even get in here in the first place!”

“It was fine when I went in side-on!” Uzaki whined. At her current height, towering over Sakurai, it only made her look more pathetic as she wriggled and jiggled, unable to break free. “Sure, my butt scraped the wall a little, but still! I thought I might get more room if I turned around, and…”

“And then you got stuck. And now you need me to get you out?”

“Senpaaaaiiii! Are you gonna help me or what!”

“I don’t know, this might be a good lesson for you.” Sakurai crossed his arms, putting on a sage expression. “You’ve been bragging about how big you are for months and now look where it’s gotten you.”



“Senpai, now’s not the time!”



“Now’s a perfect time, you’re only going to get bigger with those eating habits of yours. Maybe it’s time for a diet?”



“You were the one who told me to get bigger clothes this time!” Uzaki whined. “How is that not condoning my big, beautiful body? You’re just jealous because I’m taller than you!”

“I’m not jealous!” Sakurai shot back. “Like I’d be jealous of a whale like you! What’s so great about being that fat anyway?”



“It didn’t seem to bother you during the movie!”



“That… doesn’t have anything to do with anything!”

“Then what about the last time I stayed over at your house and you said I was better than having a pillow? Or when you said I was a great taste-tester for your cooking? Or-”

“Okay, okay, I’ll get you out of there!” Sakurai tried to brush the topic aside. He eyed her bulging body warily, his hands floating cautiously in front of her. “W-where do you want me to grab you?”



“By my hands, stupid!” She thrust out her hands. “Now isn’t the time for your perverted brain’s ideas!”



“S-shut up!” He took her flabby hands, digging in his heels as he prepared to flex his well-honed muscles. “Okay, on three! One, two… three!”

He heaved as hard as he could while Uzaki pushed herself forward, feeling her ever so slowly inch outwards from her jammed position. Fortunately or unfortunately, Uzaki dislodged faster than the two expected, popping free like a cork and sending her flying forward.

“Senpai, watch out!” She squealed as she flopped forward, Sakurai losing his balance as she collided with him and tackled him down, the wind being driven out of him as her chest slammed onto his. With a mighty thud she landed on top of him, face-first in her own breasts atop his chest.

“Ah! Senpai!” She gasped, cushioned by her body fat and Senpai’s body. “Senpai, are you okay? Speak to me! You’re too young to die!”

“Can’t… breathe…”

She pushed herself up a little, laughing guiltily as a weight was quite literally lifted from Sakurai’s chest, gasping deeply.

“Let’s..  Let’s go to a bigger change room…” He sputtered out, shuffling out from underneath her, still on the ground when he found himself looking up with a deeply apologetic look at a very confused clerk who had come to investigate the noise.

“Well, we have plenty of room one, huh Senpai?” Uzaki laughed awkwardly once she had been successfully excavated and moved her big ass over to the family-sized booth, now with room to spare as Sakurai came to terms with his near death experience that, in some ways, hadn’t been so bad. On one hand, he had nearly been crushed to death. On the other hand, it was just so irresistibly soft…

“Try not to get used to this, Senpai.” Uzaki giggled as she began to strip. “If you want to see this kind of thing all the time, you should try to finally get yourself a girlfriend!”

“Don’t act like this is anything special.” Sakurai turned up his nose while turning his back. “You seem to end up like this every time you come over. That’s why we’re here in the first place!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry Senpai, I picked these out specifically for you.” Uzaki waved him off, climbing into the stretchy shorts and t-shirt, letting them cling to her skin with a slap as the elastic waistband fell inward.



“Ooh, now this is nice…” She oohed and aahed as she pulled the waist of the shorts out, the ultra-stretchy band pulling out almost an arm’s length to show just how much she had to grow into, while still fitting at her current width and breadth. Similarly, the shirt seemed skin-tight at first, yet stretched out to a similar degree.

“Senpai, this is amazing!” She got strangely excited about it. “Look at this, it’s so wide! It’ll last me ages! I bet you could fit in here with me!”

“Good to know.” Sakurai said, still turned away. “Maybe I should get you one in the next size up and keep it at my place for when your big butt outgrows it anyway.”



“Hey, Senpai, come on, I’ll prove it to you, get in here!”

“Excuse me?” He exclaimed, turning around to see Uzaki’s mirthful expression, one that she got when she had an idea in her head that she wouldn’t give up. “Hey, let go!”

She grabbed him and pulled him over, trying to force him in.

“See, Senpai! You’ll understand if you just get in!”



“This is ridiculous, let go!”



“Stop resisting, Senpai!”

Uzaki was too strong with her new size and stature, not to mention the muscle she had unintentionally built having to haul around her body all day. It was like being manhandled by a mountain, her arms always longer than he expected, with too much weight to draw from. Eventually Sakurai relented, climbing in and awkwardly holding the shorts out.

“Well, you were right.” He admitted, feeling room to spare. “You know, I could have just done this standing next to you-”

The lights went out in a second as she stretched the shirt over him, grabbing his arm and forcing him to let go of the waistband. It snapped inward, forcing Sakurai against Uzaki’s flesh, sinking into her meaty body.

“How’s it feel to be stuck, Senpai?” She said smugly at her trap, Sakurai lingering just a few seconds too long on his sunken-in position before forcing his way out, pulling up the shirt and flopping out of the shorts as quickly as possible. He felt absolutely humiliated at the bizarre trap, wondering just what was going on in Uzaki’s sick head to come up with that. It wasn’t his fault that she was so plump and soft that a man could get lost in there and never come out.

“Happy with the size?” She said innocently. Somehow getting fatter and taller hadn’t made her any worse at the cutesy, innocent act, something about her cherubic cheeks seemed to aid her.

“It’s big enough.” He said, his face in his hands. “Can I go now?”



“There’s something else I want you to try on first, Senpai. It’ll give you something to do while I get changed” Uzaki gleamed, holding up her regular, non-stretchy shorts and shirts. “I think you need to learn a little empathy for what it’s like to be me. Now put ‘em on!”



She shoved some denim shorts and a frilly shirt into his hands, Sakurai looking up in disbelief.

“I am not putting these on.” He declared, not caring what the immediate physical consequences are. “I will die before I undress in front of you-”



“You don’t have to get naked, just try it on as you are!” She hurried to clarify. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”



“Fine, whatever.” He said, holding it up awkwardly and sliding into a single ultra-wide pant-leg. It was more than enough to contain him, yet another reminder that Uzaki was well over twice his width. To make matters worse, what had looked like shorts that would barely go halfway down her thighs drooped down past his knees, her supersized proportions dwarfing him in every way. He slipped the shirt on and found it was even worse, looking like a dress on him as the hem fell down to his knees as well.

“Senpai, you look hilarious!” Uzaki laughed, this one being simply an old fashioned excuse to get some fun out of him. She had stripped out of the stretchy clothes, now in just her panties and bra and seemingly not caring that he saw her. “You’re so skinny! You’re a twig!”

For a moment, in between the embarrassment, Sakurai took in Uzaki’s barely covered body. He couldn’t even see her panties, with her massive belly sticking out so far and sagging down over it. It was rather firm, split into two large folds, sagging under its own sheer size. He looked up at her melon-sized boobs, wondering if he’d have to compare them to beach balls soon. They rested on her shelf of a gut, gently jiggling as she laughed at him. Her second chin jiggled like jelly, threatening to consume her neck altogether. She was a tremendous show of obesity, and yet she planned to get even bigger, even larger!



“I’m not skinny, you’re just a whale!” He shot back, throwing the clothes off. “How far are you going to go just to be bigger than me? We get it, you won!”

“I’ll stop whenever I feel like it. Until then, get used to being the shorty!” Uzaki

“I don’t even care about that! This has gotten way out of hand!” He argued. “Getting stuck in the booth, taking up multiple seats at the movies… You’re too big! Way too big!”

“Does it really bother you that much?” Uzaki asked, blushing. “I like being big! But you’re always telling me I’m a cow or a pig or a whale!”

“Because you are! I don’t know what else to compare you to!” Sakurai said in his defence. “And you know, it doesn’t… it doesn’t bother me that much! It just looks like you’re going too far to get one over me! It’s okay! You can stop now!”

“I won’t stop!” Uzaki declared passionately, her chubby cheeks rosy, speaking with enough force to send her second chin jiggling. “Not until you tell me you don’t like it anymore!”



“I won’t do that, stupid! That’s why you have to decide when to stop!”



“You’re always telling me to stop though! If it doesn’t bother you, then why are you acting like it’s for my own good!”

“Because I’m just concerned for you, okay? You act like you’re half doing it for me!” Sakurai said, the two getting heated.

“Maybe I am! And I’m doing it because…” Uzaki almost shouted.



“And I’m telling you because…”



“Because I like you, okay!?”

The two spoke simultaneously, and not sooner had they let it slip, they both went bright red. The cat was out of the bag, and it wasn’t going back in.

“You mean it?” Uzaki mumbled quietly and very awkwardly, the two unable to face each other and both scarlet red.

“Yeah.” Sakurai said equally quietly, shifting awkwardly. The two shuffled their feet for a minute, before Sakurai cleared his throat. “We’ve been in here for a while, you should probably pay…”



“Y-yeah, let’s go back to your place before we get a noise complaint.” Uzaki said hurriedly, yanking her clothes back on as quickly as possible and throwing her new clothes into a pile. “Senpai, help me get my shoes back on, it’s hard for me to reach them like this…”

—

“I hope she isn’t late…” Sakurai said, tapping his foot nervously as he stood in his doorway, waiting for his date to arrive. Ever since that day it had been like a floodgate breaking, with the two openly admitting their feelings, openly becoming boyfriend and girlfriend rather than staying in a limbo of going on what were effectively dates that neither would admit to. It was more of a relief that he’d expected, admitting it to her and to himself. Uzaki teased him just as much, somewhat to his chagrin, but there was a certain tenderness to it now, and he’d stopped criticising her size and weight. Uzaki would have to decide for herself when enough was enough. He’d assured her that she’d be just as huggable at half her current weight if she really wanted to remain tall, which had been enough to embarrass both of them, not being quite used to being openly lovey-dovey just yet.

It had been a few weeks since then, and Uzaki’s appetite hadn’t ceased. Thus, it was a natural fit for their first formal date that he would invite her out to a fancy restaurant, although he had warned her in advance that she’d have to eat regular-sized portions for once, lest she bankrupt him.

And so he waited, dressed in what he felt was formal enough for a date while still looking regularly casual. If he was too formal, she’d just laugh at him. After what felt like an eternity but in reality was only a few minutes, the doorbell rang, and he turned the knob, his heart in his throat. The door swung open, and he was assaulted by a wall of flesh, face first not even with boobs, but with the area between his oversized girlfriend’s belly and breasts. She was so tall that he couldn’t even see her face, as if she tried to walk through without ducking, she’d merely smack her face right into the doorframe without even seeing him. He couldn’t help but be intimidated as she ducked, then charged in, intent on making the first move and establishing dominance.

“Sen-paaaaiii!” Uzaki cheered as she bowled him over, charging through the door and ducking under the doorframe. He was swept off his feet in a huge bear hug and sunk into her body, his back buffeted by her fat arms while his face was smothered by her beach-ball breasts, his legs dangling uselessly off the floor. His body was almost diagonal, needing to lean well over her lengthy gut in order to be shoved into the depths of her breasts. Eventually she set her dizzy senpai down, who stumbled back a few steps to take in her immensity, craning his neck upwards to see her ever-cheerful, still childish face attached to such an absurd body.

Dwarfing him was an understatement, with Uzaki threatening to scrap her scalp against the ceiling of many rooms she was in. Coming up to the underside of her bust, she was over eight feet tall, and were it not for her extreme height one might have accused her of being as wide as she was tall. Just one of her bulging biceps was as wide as Sakurai himself, and he had given up on trying to measure her width with his own multiplied. Her second chin had replaced her neck entirely, her blobby face no less cute for it. You could lose your arm under her muffin top, and her hips required serious dexterity to fit through doorways. He had decided to not pressure Uzaki about her weight until she admitted that she was too big for her own good, but if things weren’t out of hand before they certainly were now.

He was so overwhelmed by her size, no matter how many times he saw it, that it took him a moment to take in her outfit, or perhaps lack of it. Her entire gut was uncovered, her chest covered by a an overstretched top that at first seemed like some sort of crop top, but he soon realised was her old favourite, sugoi dekai, t-shirt that now resembled more of a bra than anything, just barely clearing the slope of the undersize of her breasts without exposing more than a little underboob. The sleeves were completely shredded causing her jiggly arms to go completely uncovered, although to compensate she had a white hoodie with blue sleeves over it to maintain some semblance of decency, the hoodie thankfully still fitting. She had khaki shorts that he suspected were once pants on, covered in tears at the end and burst seams along the rest. It was shockingly indecent, and more importantly, overly casual for a date, topped off with flip-flops that her blobby feet were clearly too big for and seemed to sink into the fat between her toes.

“What the hell are you wearing?” He asked, shocked stupid by her display.

“My favourite top, obviously.” Uzaki said like it was no big deal.



“That thing hasn’t fit since you were this big!” Sakurai held his hand up to just below his neck. His voice shifted between incredulity and despair, knowing that Uzaki couldn’t possibly be talked out of whatever she had planned, and that he had to try anyway. “You can’t possibly be thinking of wearing this on our first date, right?”



“You told me to wear what I liked.” Uzaki shrugged. “Now come on, we don’t want to be late!”

“Not this time, Uzaki. I’m not letting you go out like this!” Sakurai crossed his arms and stood tall and strong, refusing to budge. “I wouldn’t let you go to a ramen stand like this, let alone the expensive restaurant I booked!”



“Too bad, Senpai!” Uzaki grinned, reaching out and plucking him off the ground like he was as light as a feather. “We aren’t letting that reservation go to waste!”

“H-hey! Put me down!” He complained as she flipped him into a princess carry, Sakurai mortified by the girly position. “And if you’re gonna, not like this!”

“Gee, you’re so picky, Senpai. Fine, just for you.” Uzaki sighed, looking like she was about to put him down for a moment, then grinning and throwing him protesting over her shoulder. He stared down at her bean-bag butt, each cheek sticking out so far he felt like he couldn’t reach far enough to get past it. Whenever she sat down her ass was so huge it propped her up, leaving her taller than him even when he stood over her. It was like a shelf he could have sat on and stayed upright, were it not so soft.

Uzaki marched out the door with Sakurai held like a sack of potatoes, ready for a dreamy first date that she would make sure he’d never forget…