I come from my cave to showcase a drabble i woke this morning because naegiri brain rot is real. Its pretty short but whatevs i need to get out of this writers block funk anyway i can.
Content Warning for suggestive themes.
“Makoto you *do* remember how long these jeans took to button this morning correct? And that was before the 3 slushies and however much butter was in that popcorn.” Kyoko protested, stifling a burp as she gazed down at her blubbery midsection, pondering slightly about the last time she truly saw her feet. Having her jeans unbuttoned after the meal was far from uncommon, along with wardrobe malfunctions in general, to the point of the initial embarrassment of having said wardrobe malfunction be non-existent at this point.
“Sure, but that shirt won’t stretch down far enough to cover you if we just leave it unbuttoned. And I don't want people staring at us and making a fuss.” Makoto replied, demonstrating that lack of free fabric by trying to tug down the faded T-shirt Kyoko had thrown on when getting ready, its design warped and stretched as it was forced down over her abdomen, only to slowly rise back up near to her chest.
“Well even if they did make a fuss I’m sure it wouldn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, it wouldn’t be the first time anyone would come up to us judging my appearance, certainly not the first time I’ve been stared at either. Unless this is a way of saying you just want me to burst out of these jeans don’t you?” Kyoko remarked with a slight grin at the end of her sentence, cupping a handful of her belly and drifting her hand over her lower spare tire, stifling another burp.
Makoto felt this face blush slightly, his cunning ruse slipping through like water.
“W-well it’s good for public decency that’s all! Besides these haven’t fit in ages anyway so we could also just go to the mall tomorrow and try on ne-”
“We have 10 minutes until the next movie starts playing, if you can get these buttoned in that time then we’ll follow your plan of “*public decency*” ok?” Kyoko stated, reaching over her gut and grabbing the two sides of her jeans, lazily tugging the button over her taut tummy.
“I can…barely breathe…” Kyoko mumbled as she waddled out of the theater room and into the main foyer. Each part of her near 515 lbs body jiggled with each movement. Somehow by the will of every strand of hope the two had gathered from their time knowing one another. Makoto got Kyoko’s pants buttoned. She could barely breathe and from all the food there was still a sliver of fat poking over the waistband but it all held together…relatively speaking. Kyoko was starting to regret the 3 chili cheese ‘dogs she had the waiter get for her before the movie started. And the slushies….and the big gulp soda. Regardless she was incredibly full and these jeans were not helping at all.
Thankfully, it was well into the evening so the main theater hall was void of commotion, aside from the few patrons topping up on popcorn or coming out of another screening.
“Almost to the elevator kiri…just a little further” Makoto reassured as he tried to keep his gaze off his girlfriend’s rippling beach ball of a gut struggling to be contained inside her ill-fitting “stretchy” jeans. They were the biggest size they had at the local mall and with Kyoko pushing further into the 500s…custom sizes were the next step to go really. Her gargantuan hips kept brushing against Makoto's thighs. Makoto looked back at Kyoko once again and realized very small rips and holes had appeared on the sides of her jeans.
“Huh, well that explains the popping sounds I heard when she got into the car.” Makoto thought to himself as they approached slowly to the elevator.
“From now on…leggings only…” Kyoko huffed out as she did her best to suck her overflowing tummy in as best she could, every movement she could feel the fabric stretch and groan ever more. The zipper had started to succumb to the pressure and she could hear a *TIK* every so often as the zipper slowly forced itself down its metallic pronged line slowly revealing a glimpse at both her panties and taut belly.
“But you look so good in them! I'm sure there's other stores that sell bigger sizes!” Makoto said. He knew better than anyone that finding clothes for Kyoko was a nightmare, but dammit if he didn’t enjoy squeezing himself into a changing room with his girlfriend to help zip up another dress or have to unbutton another pair of pants after a meal. Those moments were too golden to pass up.
“Well, considering how the store clerk talked to us when we bought these last month…i doubt that…*huff* This is not comfortable…” Kyoko replied, her voice shifting from its usual direct and calm demeanor to almost groaning tone, her discomfort in her clothes clearly showing. Thankfully they’d finally reached the elevator and Makoto quickly pushed the button and they both walked into the small metal box, the frame pressing down slightly under Kyoko's girth.
The two took one last look at the emptying theater hall as the steel doors slammed shut and the metal contraption whirred its way down to the parking lot.
Kyoko had finally given up trying to keep it all and finally relaxed her blubbery tummy, the button accepting its fate as it exploded off of her jeans and smacking into the face of the steel doors, leaving a faint mark on it as it did so, now landing by Makoto’s foot.
“Thank goodness…I can breathe again, at this point I’m far from bothered if anyone sees me like this.” Kyoko sighed with relief as she untucked her quivering gut and let it pool and droop over her crotch, letting another burp escape her mouth as she did so.
“I can see you enjoyed that show didn’t you?” Kyoko teased slightly, as she turned her head to Makoto, pretending not to notice the bulge forming in his own pants.
Makoto flushed a shade of red across his face as he nodded enthusiastically. Despite being together for so long and indulging in this hedonistic kink for so long too, Kyoko's mannerisms still made Makoto's mind have fireworks going off.
“I assume the parking lot is fairly empty by this point, and that little stunt did take a lot out of me. So if you’re feeling how i assume you are…let's indulge some more in the back seat of the car…and afterwhich, maybe some actual dinner too.” Kyoko muttered as she leaned into Makoto, her massive frame pressing into him, her plump lips meeting his for a quick kiss before the elevator went *DING* and the metallic doors slowly opened to the vacant parking lot.
“Yeah. That sounds lovely.” Makoto replied.
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