On a crisp, cool morning Haruto slowly entered the waking world with a by now very familiar sense of incredibly comfortable softness. It wasn’t from a pillow, nor was it from the mattress he slept on, but instead from his head being nestled in the bosom of his girlfriend’s fat, bloated breasts, his body pressed against her morbidly obese frame while she snored away, splayed out across the majority of their shared bed.

And what a sight she was on that bed: somewhere between six and seven hundred pounds overweight and carrying every pound of it to the fullest. Rikka’s width consumed more than two thirds of the bed, forcing her boyfriend to be perpetually pressed against her to comfortably fit, the overweight boy still only as wide as one of her legs from the edge of her thigh to the end of her hip. Her gut simultaneously sagged down cover her crotch while pushing high up into the air thanks to the triplets within, although it was consumed with such a barrier of flab that it was hard to tell that she was pregnant at all, a testament to her immensity. Her beautiful face was blanketed in fat, cheeks wide and puffy while her neck had been almost completely consumed by her second chin. Luckily Rikka was a heavy sleeper and didn’t notice as he rubbed her pregnant belly for a moment before moving away, her fat spilling onto where he once laid.

One might look at the once svelte girl, now a mountain of lard, and say that Haruto ruined her. In his opinion, he had only improved her since they’d started dating. Although he’d made her into a total glutton with his reality-altering dating sim themed program given to him by the enigmatic Akane Shinjou, he’d never instructed her to be okay with her weight, allowing him to help fatten her up guilt-free. Sure, the app made sure that nobody gave her more than a playful jab for her weight no matter how heavy she got, but he was more than willing to overlook that point. However, there was a price to pay for making her into his morbidly obese, heavily pregnant girlfriend, and that meant getting up bright and early.

Although he was ostensibly her future husband, he was starting to feel like the housewife thanks to his now well-rehearsed morning routine. The morbidly obese, heavily pregnant Rikka would continue to sleep in while he got up early, made breakfast for the two of them plus several extremely oversized bento-boxes for her, then eventually he’d wake her up and help her get up out of bed and shower. He didn’t mind in the slightest, particularly with a baby on the way, but any chances of Rikka being some sort of domestic goddess seemed very far away indeed. She was the one being served breakfast in bed, after all.

Although it was easy to forget with how much she dwarfed him, Rikka wasn’t the only one who had put on weight. His own school uniform was testing the limits of its buttons, and when he looked in the mirror it had hit him just how much larger his second chin had become. Even if he watched her devour a family’s worth of food every time they went out to a family restaurant, it didn’t make his own portions any less fattening. If anything, feeling like a modest eater had proven to be a trap, making his own weight sneak up on him. He’d have to order a new uniform soon, he thought to himself, wondering if the changes to reality that assured that nobody batted an eye at Rikka no matter how obese she got applied to him. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to try the reality-altering app on himself, but he’d been extremely reluctant to mess with the settings and see if he could alter the target in any way, lest he incur the wrath of Akane Shinjou for stepping outside of his lane.

This mentality had been reinforced by a recent meeting with her, in which she’d poked him in the gut and playfully mentioned his weight, remarking that

By comparison, thanks to his reality-changing app, he’d assured that Rikka always had something respectable to wear that would fit over her obese frame, despite the improbability of there being a school uniform designed for a student even half her size. Well, always might be giving himself too much credit, as he freely indulged in watching her hit the limits of her current clothes and watching her fat spill out of her top, her skirt hiked up by the sheer size of her ass until you could see her panties just by standing behind her.

Still, he didn’t mind, all in all. Even as he became rather significantly overweight he still felt skinny standing next to Rikka, and he felt like it was a certain amount of karma for how he had twisted her into his fetishes embodied. He knew that at any moment he could restore her to a slender albeit pregnant body, and yet he continued to watch her huff and puff her way to school as she struggled with her sheer weight, needing to be helped out of her chair by her friends and her bed by him. Whenever he felt insecure about his weight or appearance compared to his more attractive classmates, he reminded himself that some of them hadn’t even had girlfriends once, compared to his situation, sleeping with and having sex with his ideal girlfriend every night. Some of them had even admitted their jealousy at their relationship, even if they would quickly amend that they weren’t into fat chicks like him. Without the reality altering properties that assured that nobody cared much about Rikka’s weight or pregnancy he suspected he might have been given much harsher treatment, but with the playing field evened he was able to feel quite smug over it.

“Hey, Haruto, can you give your girlfriend a hand?”



He was interrupted from his thoughts by Rikka calling him from their bed, her chunky arm wobbling from wrist to shoulder just from waving at him. Completely naked in bed, she was sunken into the reinforced mattress and had little desire to put in the effort to get herself out on her own, between her own immensity and the baby weight to top it off. Her gravid orb was coated in a sagging layer of flab, but even without that it was likely that a girl pregnant with triplets could have used some help getting up in the morning, and Haruto was more than happy to oblige.

“Coming!” He called back, putting the finishing touches on her two bento boxes. He took her hand and grunted as he pulled her upright, almost red in the face from exertion.  He even took the liberty of lifting her legs individually over the side of the bed, then pulling her to her feet.

“Just remember, it’s your fault.” She teased him as she finally got upright, knowing that he’d probably have to help her get dressed too. “So you’re the one who has to take responsibility. And I’m gonna get even bigger from now on…”

She licked her lips and placed a hand on his hard as a rock cock, the two quickly trading a kiss before heading to the shower together, which was just barely big enough for the two to fit in together, soft bodies pressed against each other as their mutual love and lust took over and they first passionately made out while he groped her, before he squished his way around to her back and started pounding her pussy from behind.

“We’re, ah! Going to be, ah, ah! Late, senpai! H-hurry up!” Rikka moaned. “You know, ah! Hooooww, mmmh, long it takes me…”

He almost reluctantly came in her, the two washing away their sweat in the shower as he gained a clear head in his post-climax high. As hot as it was to have a barely mobile girlfriend, even he admitted that he was starting to make it difficult simply for her to move around without help. And at the rate she ate, it might not be long before she was borderline immobile. She already complained that she was worn out by the time she got home, sitting in bed and waiting for him to wait on her hand and foot while she watched mecha anime and added “otaku” to her list of personality traits on the app, although she was yet to openly admit it.

Between her weight and her pregnancy, Haruto wondered if it was time to start toning things down and make life easier for her, at least for a while. He pondered this as he helped her into her uniform and walked to school together with her, his concerns reinforced by her having to stop for a break twice before they reached the gates. He was already getting hard again watching her lumber down the street, wobbling and bouncing and complaining about how fat she was and that she was already starting to get hungry after breakfast. He did want to help, but on the other hand he didn’t want to compromise

Something would have to be done, but what? He’d gotten this far in the reality-altering dating app by taking a relatively light approach, tweaking her interests her and there, and making her a glutton might have been the biggest change he’d made overall. She’d gained weight naturally if unnaturally quickly, and he’d been proud to say that while Akane had given him the push to begin their relationship and he’d make sure that she was ever so slightly more interested in him than Yuuta, beyond that he’d been genuinely able to make her fall for him. Well, perhaps with a stacked deck on his side. From the start, he’d had no intention of letting her go.

It was this core selfishness that had resulted in her ending up in this state, and it was this selfishness that made sure that Haruto was only willing to go so far in undoing his hard work. But how? The changes he could make to her with the dating sim app were typically gradual changes, limited to what could realistically fit into the box. He couldn’t just write “thin” in her list of personality traits, but he could give her a keen interest in dieting or losing weight. However, he’d have to push her to obsessive levels to try to lose weight while she was going on eight months pregnant, meaning this was a long-term solution at best.

Soon, the answer to his conundrum presented itself in the form of a familiar purple-haired girl passing them by, announcing her presence with a quick slap on Rikka’s ass. He turned to see Akane Shinjou grinning as Rikka yelped, blushing and rubbing her sore ass.

“Akane, I told you to stop doing that!” Rikka grumbled.



“Sorry, I just can’t help it!” Akane giggled mischievously. “Besides, you two lovebirds look like you’re having too much fun together, walking to school every day together. Even I get a little jealous, you know?”

“You’ve got Yuuta, haven’t you?” Rikka pointed out. “Sounds to me like you’ve got a sweet deal of your own.”



“Oh Rikka, you’re making me blush.” Akane said smugly. “Besides, we’re still taking things slow compared to you lovebirds. How’re the babies doing, by the way?”



She glanced over at him, making eye contact as if to accuse him of getting ahead of himself or doing things too quickly. They hadn’t even been dating for four months by the time he’d knocked her up, whereas Akane and Yuuta had been dating for almost a year and as far as he could tell her belly was still flat as a board.

“You noticed?” Rikka seemed like a combination of embarrassment and appreciation that finally somebody had seen her baby bump through her fat gut.

“Of course I did! How could I not? You’d have to be blind to miss it.” Akane said, her hand sinking in slightly as she rubbed Rikka’s belly.



“I know, right?” Rikka almost groaned, still waiting for the moment when her friends pointed it out.

“Um, Shinjou? Do you mind if I have a word with you for a minute?”



“Sure, but I’m amazed you can tear yourself away from your lovely girlfriend long enough to chat with plain ‘ol me.” Akane smiled too easily.



“That’s a little too humble, miss popular.” Rikka raised an eyebrow at her overly playful act, and then directed a slightly withering gaze at Haruto. Even at their advanced stage in their relationship, she still had a bit of childish jealousy of seeing her man alone with another woman.



“It’s just a quick question, honest!” He protested to reassure Rikka and her silent accusations. “Rikka, you go on ahead.”

“See you after school, senpai.” Rikka shrugged, waved, and waddled on ahead, although she was so slow that he wondered if he’d be able to catch up with her by the time he was done with Akane. For the time being, he just enjoyed being able to watch her from behind.

“So, what is it, lover boy?” Akane crossed her arms under her distractingly impressive bust, although puny compared to Rikka even with her natural pear shape. “What could somebody as privileged as you possibly want?”



Every time Haruto talked to Akane Shinjou he’d hoped that they’d at least be considered accomplices, but she seemed to delight in keeping him in his place, as if to remind him that his power was very much borrowed. He gulped, forcing up enough bravery to venture into the tiger’s den.

“I was hoping that you could help me out a little-”



“Help you out?” Akane interrupted. “You don’t consider yourself helped out already?”



“Of course, of course I do! I was just hoping you could do one more tiny thing for us, just one more feature for the dating sim.” He hurried to say. Based on the way she was smugly grinning at him he was pretty sure she was in a good mood right now and just making sure he didn’t get too big for his boots and ask for something unreasonable… hopefully. The way she acted, he was still worried she might suddenly turn him into a toad or something with her god-like power.

“If you’re thinking of changing anybody but Rikka, forget it.” Akane said quite seriously for once. “I gave you this app so that Rikka could get herself a guy and stop distracting Yuuta, and I don’t care what you do to her to keep it that way. But that’s it! I don’t care if you want to fatten up her friends too or turn yourself into some handsome muscleman or something, you’re just going to have to deal with it, tubby.”

“It’s not that either!” Haruto quickly specified, Akane inadvertently answering another question he might have eventually worked up the bravery to ask.

“Well, go on, we haven’t got all day.” She pushed up her chest a little more under her crossed arms, although he couldn’t help but notice that the surroundings had gone eerily quiet, as if time itself had stopped to allow them to talk without being late to school.

“Right now, on the dating sim, I can only access things about Rikka’s personality. I was hoping that you could unlock this.” He said, producing his phone and pointing instead to the body statistics such as her height, current weight of over seven hundred pounds, and her three sizes, including such status effects as morbidly obese and pregnant. “You’ve probably noticed, but it’s pretty hard for Rikka to move around right now. I wanted to at least make it a little easier for her to get around, and to do that I’m going to need full access to her body.”

“And what if I can’t?” Akane suddenly said rather suspiciously. “What if I already gave you all of the power I have?”

“No, I’m pretty sure you can.” Haruto went on the offensive.

“And what gives you that impression?”

“Because, um, well…”



Haruto made a cupping motion with his chest, and for once Akane looked like she had been caught with her pants down.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She broke eye contact with him guiltily.

“Oh come on, they’re twice as big as they used to be! Maybe even bigger!” Haruto exclaimed, suddenly emboldened. “You keep making them bigger every time I see you! Your thighs, too!”

Anybody who wasn’t under the effects of induced obliviousness could tell that Akane had been boosting her bust to an extreme degree, now prancing around with boobs almost as big as her head, and thighs so thick they’d make the original Rikka jealous. And even if he hadn’t been able to tell just by looking at her, occasionally glancing at her profile on the app had shown her three sizes being altered in red text, the sign that they had been manually changed. She hadn’t given herself any sort of natural property that made her bust bigger, she had essentially been playing with sliders until she was busty beyond belief, with a bubble butt and watermelon-crushing thighs.

“Alright, so maybe I made a few little customizations!” Akane put it generously, obviously flustered. “That’s what Yuuta likes, so- hey, I don’t have to explain myself to a fatso like you!”



“Then can you do it?” He pressed the advantage, leaning in.

“Okay, fine, I’ll do it! But what do you want to change, anyway?” She relented and asked. “There’s no way a guy like you is just gonna suddenly make her skinny again.”

Akane’s prediction was correct, and she began to grin again as he explained his fetishistic plan to help Rikka.

“Helping her out, huh? What a good little boyfriend you are!” Akane let out a long, cackling laugh when he was done explaining exactly how he planned to lighten her load, without actually lightening her load. “Well then, who am I to say no? Give me your phone already.”

She practically yanked it out of his hands, then turned around, her boobs following along slightly slower than the rest of her. A moment later she turned back, her chest settling into place as she handed it back to him.

“Here you are, your very own personal update patch. Now you can do whatever you want with Rikka’s body, whenever you want. Bigger, smaller, it’s not my problem. Not the babies though, obviously.” She explained. “If you ever really want to give her a break from being such a whale, maybe you can even give her a body as good as mine.”



Akane thrust her chest out a bit, having regained enough of her confidence to tease him.



“Nah, probably not. ” Haruto said absentmindedly, too busy checking the app to stare at her boobs. “I mean, you don’t even have any love handles or anything to squeeze. ”

Akane seemed appalled, pulling herself back. She was used to being the centre of attention, particularly of lustful stares since she turbocharged her body. And here she was, being totally ignored! Perhaps she of all people should have understood the sentiment of “why settle for less?”.

“Suit yourself!” She harrumphed, stomping off with a spring in her step and a bounce in her bust. “You’d better be grateful for this…”

As Akane left, the sounds of nature and distant traffic resumed, and Haruto felt his shoulders untense. As content as Akane seemed to be with their status quo, there was always an edge to their conversations, like if he said one wrong thing she might explode. Were all super-popular girls like her powder kegs waiting to go off? Then again, with the power she had, maybe she was popular in spite of her personality…

Haruto shook his head and began to head for school, forcing himself to put the topic aside. Digging too deep into Akane Shinjou could only end in tears. Better to occupy his thoughts with what to do with Akane. Despite her manipulations to make sure the two got to school on time, he was so fixated on settling on exactly what to do with Rikka that he got yelled at by a teacher at the front gates, causing him to quickly cram his phone away and only pull it out just outside of his classroom. He hit confirm on the changes to her body just before entering his classroom, looking forward to seeing them in motion later…

–

Rikka Takarada sat on her groaning seat with her elbow on her desk and her hand propping up her puffy face, palm sunk deep into her second chin as she stared vacantly at the board while her homeroom teacher droned on. She attracted surprisingly little attention despite being so wide she went far past the sides of her desk and anybody who wanted to pass her would have to swerve out of her way. She was leaning particularly far forward to achieve her lazy position, having to position herself so that her belly only gently pressed against the edge of her desk. Back when she was merely obese and not packing three babies in her belly she could sandwich any table edge she wanted with her gut in order to get closer, but now she had to take her pregnancy into account. She could even feel them kick occasionally, and she hoped that she wouldn’t get any milk stains that made it through her maternity bra and become visible through her sweater.

Class was so boring it was making her hungry and sleepy, made worse by the energy drained by being forced to walk all the way to school, made worse by her babies amplifying those feelings of hunger, drowsiness, and absentmindedness. She was starting to feel like she should have made a bigger deal out of her pregnancy instead of letting her life proceed strangely normally. If school was work, then she could have been on maternity leave by now.

She straightened her back to avoid getting chewed out by the teacher, and to at least put up the vague pretence of paying attention while she thought about lunch. And that would have been an ordinary day for her, slogging through class and looking forward to eating and spending time with her boyfriend, were it not for said boyfriend sending her a disruption to her routine that very moment.

Although Rikka wouldn’t realise it through the entire process, her body was already beginning to change the moment he hit confirm. He’d thought long and hard on how to compromise on keeping her fat and giving her a body more capable of carrying herself around, and eventually settled on it: in order for her to keep up with getting bigger, he’d need to make her bigger.

The top of Rikka’s head began to rapidly rise, the student behind her quickly losing sight of the whiteboard as the short but exceedingly plump girl surged up to an above average height. She straightened her legs as they pushed out well beyond her desk until she had to bend them again to avoid pushing into the back of the person in front of her, causing her desk to bump upwards as her huge thighs pushed into the underside. While she kept rising, it seemed like her fat was strangely staying in place. It was like her second chin melted off of her, puffy face slimming until it was almost as narrow as before she had started dating her reality-altering boyfriend. Her shoulders also slimmed down, her arms shedding the pounds as they went from bloated wings to downright gracefully slender. Even her massive chest shrank, although it refused to go lower than a G-cup, filled with milk for her babies.

Now well over seven feet tall, Rikka was towering over everybody else in her class, but was still shooting upwards. Naturally, that fat that was leaving her upper body wasn’t actually exiting her body, but merely migrating downwards. Her hips flared out even further, her mighty thighs bloating up like somebody had stuck a hose into her and started pumping. Already the recipient of a massive percentage of her waist, her hips kept going until they nearly bumped into the desks next to her, softer than you could imagine and gently wobbling with every slight moment.

Her gut seemed to remain the same size and shape, resulting in a lopsided appearance in which she seemed perfectly skinny from the chest up, but instantly gave way to a gut so long she could barely wrap her arms around it. It was perhaps a good thing, as the fat ratio that remained around it made it look like she merely had an enormous gut, and not a huge pregnancy. Her uniform grew proportionately with her new body, as these changes were retroactive, as if she had always been a mini-giantess or at least some sort of Amazon.

Her growth finally ceased at just over eight feet tall, and with it, the lifespan of her chair. It had been wheezing and audibly cracking as her weight was distributed primarily into her ass, the incredibly tall girl putting it under just too much pressure to handle. It had always been on its last legs, and this was just too much for the poor thing. As if to herald the completion of her transformation, the chair legs snapped like a twig and sent her crashing to the floor with a mighty thud as her fat ass completely absorbed the impact, Rikka looking more surprised than injured, then embarrassed. As much as her class overlooked her weight, you couldn’t ignore an eight foot tall girl slamming into the ground and taking her chair with her.

“Don’t even say anything, Takarada.” The teacher sighed, having long expected this. “We have some spare chairs at the back.”



“Sorry, sensei.” She mumbled with her newly slim face turning quite red as she peeled the chair off of her ass and swept the broken pieces away. She picked herself up surprisingly easily, despite the fact that she probably would have needed assistance if this had happened before her growth, not that she knew any better, being just as unnoticing of her changes as anybody else.

“While you’re at it,Takarada, do you think you could swap places with Haseo?” He pointed to the back of the room. “I’ve been getting complaints that it’s hard to see past you…”

“No problem.” Was all she could say, wondering why she’d been assigned to almost the middle of the room in the first place. She swapped places with her friend who now had to crane her neck upwards to shoot her a quick look of apology, and to be safe this time, placed down two chairs, one for each ass cheek.

It was there that Rikka Takarada sat for the rest of her class, the brief moment of excitement for her class swept under the rug abnormally quickly. Rikka was as unordinary as it got: a massive woman, over half a ton overweight, and packing triplets within her womb. And yet it was like she was just another student, occasionally poked fun of for her unusual size and weight, and would eventually have a surprisingly casual conversation about having children while still being in high school once she got out of the hospital. Akane Shinjou had made sure that no matter how unusual things got, Rikka would have an unassuming and normal school life…

–

Eager to inspect his handiwork, Haruto waited outside the school, having rushed out of the classroom to beat Rikka to the front gate. Usually the idea of her getting anywhere faster than him was laughable, and it was possible that this was still the case, but either way he was eager to get his first glimpse at her in action exactly how he wanted.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t hard to spot her. His jaw dropped as she emerged from the entrance of the school building, ducking her head under as she waved goodbye to her friends who had to crane their necks upwards to make eye contact with her. Even from a distance she struck a magnificent figure, impossible to mistake both in size and proportions. You could see her thighs shake with each step, and the realisation of how huge the over eight foot tall girl was continued sink in as she slowly but surely made her way over time, until he was the one having to crane his neck to get a good look at her. It took a bit of the edge off of finally seeing her beautiful face without its usual second chin, given that he was now seeing her from a very different angle to what he was used to.

“Somebody’s happy to see me.” Rikka noted with a wry smile, unsure of why her boyfriend was suddenly gawking at her. She’d understand if it was their first month of dating, not when she was a month away from giving birth at most.

“I’m always happy to see you.” Haruto managed to recover smoothly, and detected just a hint of a blush on her cheeks despite her otherwise unimpressed visage.

“You’ll have to try harder than that to win me over. Luckily, I find men who pay for my meals very attractive.” Rikka put her hands on her gigantic hips, overwhelmingly wide both on their own merits and proportionately. To stand directly behind her was to become genuinely blinded by her, which he was soon to find out on the way to their usual family restaurant.

He was intently studying her as she lumbered down the street, turning surprisingly few eyes despite her immensity and the sheer contrast between the below-average boy and soaring above average girl. At first he was entranced by the way her legs shook as she took each step, getting a glimpse of her panties with each bounce of her skirt that seemed almost like a miniskirt on her frame, but likely would have gone down to the shins of an ordinary student. Once he could tear his eyes away from her bulk, the first time he noticed was that his ostensible primary goal of rearranging her body proportions had succeeded: although it clearly took serious effort to lift those fat legs, Rikka carried herself far more easily than she had before, obvious strength to her steps and only a little exertion as opposed to being totally worn out by only a few minutes of strolling. If anything, it was a testament to the sheer weight of her lower half combined with her heavy baby belly that she still showed signs of struggling, with obviously more muscle powering her underneath. Previously, her combination of gluttony and lethargy resulted in her mostly lazing around at home, barely building up strength to carry herself. By comparison, the amazonian Rikka seemed quite active, and showed no signs of requiring his help in this short trip.

“Finally.” Rikka commented as they arrived, sounding a little out of breath despite her comparative ease of walking. After all, she was so heavy that even an amazon like her couldn’t get around easily, and at the end of the school day was hungry and low on energy. She ducked her head as they entered together, and she  began the arduous process of cramming herself into the booth, now an even more involved endeavour than before.

 Before it was her ever-impressive belly that was the most trouble, but now it was her thighs that were so large the tops of them pressed into the underside of the table, leaving a noticeable mark on them when she eventually pulled herself out. With her extreme height she could simply let her belly flop onto the table, leading the gobsmacked waitress to place her food directly to the side of her. Sucking her gut in and trying to cram as much of it under the table as possible was out of the question with her pregnancy, leaving her an even odder sight than usual.

She shamelessly ordered just as much as normal, the two quickly chatting away about their school days as they waited for her enormous meal to arrive. Once it did, her mighty stomach grumbling in anticipation, the pace of the conversation immediately slowed down, as Rikka’s focus switched from her boyfriend to her greasy assortment of burgers, fries, and soft drinks.

“Maybe you ought to slow down, Haruto.” Rikka suddenly said halfway through her meal, peering over at his second burger as if it was an ostentatious meal. “You’ve put on a lot of weight recently.”

“And you haven’t?” He could resist saying in incredulity.

“I’m pregnant, of course I’m going to put on a little baby weight.” She said before cramming her own burger into her mouth. Haruto resisted the urge to clap back with any sort of response, wondering if being so tall with a skinny upper half made her ignorant of what things looked like a little closer to earth. Their meal did however make him acutely aware of the problem of having a eight foot tall girlfriend: when they were so close in the booth, he felt like he couldn’t see her face past her boobs half the time.

Rikka dabbed her mouth delicately with her napkin, towering over her empire of wrappers and empty plates. She suddenly let out a click of her tongue, her post-meal high brought down by a frown of disappointment. He quickly noticed the problem: two rapidly enlarging dark circles were showing through her sweater, as it seemed that her milky breasts had finally overwhelmed the  dampening capacity of her maternity bra. Somehow, she was far more embarrassed by this than her extreme display of gluttony or her hedonistic body, and was eager to leave.

“Haruto, can you get home and help me with this?” She gave him a quick wink, Haruto hurrying out of his chair to help her to her feet. To his amazement she picked herself up for the first time in months, albeit with a lot of squeaking as she unpacked her thigh from the glossy table. They held hands regardless, and the uneven couple headed home together, Haruto more than happy with his handiwork…

–

Haruto was soon even happier with his handiwork than ever as he sucked at her fat, dark teats, Rikka humming appreciatively as he took the pressure off her nipples that had leaked the whole way home. While he expected her to be submissive in bed as usual, her height seemed to have given her some new ideas (or perhaps old ideas that he was now experiencing for the first time in this altered reality), and she pulled herself upright in bed while pulling him across her thighs.

She manipulated him quite easily with her new strength, until he found himself with his chin on her belly and her mouth on her teat, almost cradled by her and now truly feeling miniscule in her arms. It was an incredibly comfortable position, resting atop her thighs with his chin on the soft layer of fat buffering her taut belly, although the one weak link in the chain was her slender arms. He was already missing her obese wing-like biceps, although perhaps if she continued to eat the way she did, her top half would catch up with the lower. Would he have to make her even taller in that case? Or perhaps he could restore her to her usual height, at which point she might really be bordering on immobile…

“That’s right, mommy’s got you.” Rikka seemed to be indulging her maternal side ahead of time, although perhaps less motherly of her was the way she gently stroked his cock, fingers wrapped around the immense member as he milked her and she milked him.

“Do you think they’re jealous?” Haruto commented between mouthfuls, glancing at her belly.

“They’ll have all the time in the world. You’ve only got a month left.” She smiled, rubbing her belly before moving down to his, gently rubbing it as if to compare it to hers, or to perhaps give him a taste of what she got to enjoy for so long.

Her stroking got steadily stronger as the flow of milk began to step, but just before he could finally make a mess of the two of them, the doorbell rang, causing him to nearly tumble off the bed. He attempted to cram his dick back into his pants and button up his shirt as she laughed at his misfortune from the bed.

“Sorry, I was still hungry since we had to leave early, so I ordered pizza.” Rikka apologised, but not really. There was only amusement in her voice as she watched him try to make himself half-presentable, then awkwardly accept the delivery while opening the door as little as possible to avoid showing off his huge bulge.

“Give me a heads up next time at least!” He complained, stopping short of the bed and her greedy outstretched arms. He then had to step back to avoid her attempting to hit him with her long legs, which stretched to the end of the bed and beyond. “Or I won’t help you out of bed.”

“And here I thought you were a gentleman.” She pouted, Haruto immediately forced to remember that he had to update his perception of what she could and could not do, as she easily swung her chunky legs over the side of the bed and pulled herself up with only a decent amount of effort. He’d wanted her to be able to get around more easily, he reminded himself as she towered over him with crossed arms, until he meekly presented her the pizza.

“Alright,” Rikka said a mere couple of minutes later, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. “Where were we?”



Haruto decided to go on the offensive rather than give an answer, climbing onto her and pulling aside what remained of her clothes, as her top had stil been partially buttoned from the belly down. Her gut flopped out as usual, Haruto’s own fat belly pressing against hers as he extended his full height to reach her mouth and go in for a kiss. The two made out passionately while she helped him get his pants back off, at which point her kissing was interrupted by pausing to moan his name.

The question of the logistics of managing to kiss her while still pounding her pussy were decided for him, as this new amazonian Rikka was much more eager to take the initiative, rather than let her own weight consume her and pin her to the bed while Haruto did all of the hard work. Without warning she turned him over, putting him on the bottom as she broke their make-out session to plant herself atop him, his huge cock nestled deep within her even bigger thighs. She squeezed them together, Haruto feeling the fat squash as a veritable league of flabby skin was compressed onto his cock.

After a few moments of pleasure, Rikka had had enough of teasing and wanted it in her already. With Haruto feeling pinned down and helpless for the first time in a while, Rikka often too lethargic and easily exhausted to let him enjoy the sensation of being pressed down upon, she guided her sopping pussy over his cock and moaned as she pushed his full length in, hands on his chest as she rode him. She pumped up and down, a thunderous impact on his crotch with each movement.



Haruto grunted, not just from pleasure but from how taxing it was to absorb her full force, but not in a bad way. It was exactly what he’d hoped for, after all. But even as the one who wasn’t doing the heavy lifting, it was quickly exhausting him to keep up with her. Luckily, Rikka eventually started to hit her limit, her mewling becoming higher pitched as she was on the verge of orgasm. So enthralled was Haruto by his amazonian girlfriend that he hardly noticed as the bed began to buckle from her force, the heavier-duty frame bought to withstand her weight, but not the assumption that that weight would be slamming down on it with great strength.

The two called each other’s names in the same instant they orgasmed, Haruto painting her pregnant womb white as the bed finally gave out and brought the two sweaty lovers crashing to the ground. Normally the two would have stopped to acknowledge it, whether to joke about it or to protest the inadequacy of their bed despite how much it had cost, and how this was turning into a habit.

But instead, all the tow could think about was each other, Rikka turning over as the two laid side by side, panting heavily as the two came down from their sexual high.

“You’re going to be a great mama, Rikka..” Haruto panted, leaning over and kissing her.

“And I know you’ll be a good papa… Haruto…” Rikka returned, the comparatively tiny man laid out next to his enormous girlfriend. Whether she’d stay enormous forever would be up to him, but he already knew that he was happy to keep her this way for the time being…