Hi! My name's Chihiro Fujisaki and I like to make programs on the computer for a living! (independent RP blog for Chihiro from Dangan Ronpa, SFW or NSFW rp i don't care, also I MAY have a slight bit of kinky stuff in mind for this blog but I'll talk about...
14. weighing and/or measuring and/or numbers kink.
9. button popping/seam ripping/etc.
3. being in denial about weight gain.
It was out on a walk that Chihiro first heard a tear.
It was something he tried to do often. Yeah. Exercise. That was something Chihiro did frequently. Definitely. He was doing some strenuous walking.
He heard his pants tear at the rear. It was his fault for wearing denim. His fault for washing it. He was so fastidious about his laundry, sometimes he went overboard. Clothes shrink.
By the time Chihiro was home, he was panting a bit. It was a hot day, anyway. He was glad to be in his room, though. A sigh of relief, and he could feel the button of his jeans pressed at his stomach give way.
pop!
It came undone. And then again. Chihiro paused. There it was, the button, on the floor. The waist of his pants hung open, bearing a few feeble ends of strings. What happened?
He could have just got whatever he paid for. Maintenance was the key to keeping a wardrobe for a long time.
Perhaps... He set his hand against his stomach, felt a little at its hang. It was soft. He maybe was a little softer.
He blushed, imagining his guilty purchase. The scale. The one in the closet.
Chihiro had an obsessive streak. When that scale was out, he was on it every morning. It is actually generally reccommended that anyone who cares about their weight should weigh themselves frequently. Every day if possible. This is to see how it fluctuates, to hopefully develop an understanding and expectation.
When Chihiro was checking it every day, there was no fluctuation. Just a single, steady, constant trend. He was being obsessive, though. It probably would fluctuate, but he wasn't going to get that. He just had to ignore it and understand that would come. Beyond all reason or hope.
He tugged off his pants and sat down on his bed with a sigh. It creaked. He had to prevaricate for a second, kicking plush, pale legs before he was up and digging through the closet. There it was. At the back. He blew dust off of it and turned it on. He stepped on it, peered over the dome of his belly. His heart was pounding. His face was flushed. He saw the readout calculate and calculate some more...
Graduation into full time work for Chihiro should have meant the flowering of his programming talents to their best application. It should have meant the transformation of his accomplishments from virtuosic tricks to the actual improvement of the lives of others. It should have been, but that didn't happen.
That wasn't so bad, though!
To tell the truth, Chihiro didn't like the idea of starting his own business. He wanted to do something he was good at--work on projects, not lead or direct them.
He also didn't necessarily want to work on anything important in a team environment. Chihiro obviously wasn't conflict prone, but he didn't want to take instructions from someone he almost certainly knew better than. This meant that if Chihiro was doing anything important, he would do it on his own at his own pace.
Yet bills still had to be paid.
So it came to be that Chihiro took an entry level position. Something undemanding. A job like that in software where Chihiro lived was like a unicorn, but he didn't necessarily appreciate that aspect. What he appreciated was that he could have his own cubicle, work there all day, and then go back to his own apartment with his own work. He was very busy, but much of it was thankfully confined to a routine.
Thankfully.
Like he was wherever he went, he was beloved in his office. As such, he was frequently left sweets and snacks at his desk by doting coworkers. Chihiro didn't realize that this was actually a curse, like his day job itself. Not literally, of course, but figuratively. Office workers are like ants in the sense that they crowd around large accumulations of sugar and food. They're like bees in the way they proliferate sweets among their surroundings.
Chihiro, the delicate flower he was, never stood a chance against their attentions.
Every day would alternate between some occasion, no matter how obscure, or a "just because." All sufficient excuses to leave treats and offerings at Chihiro's otherwise sparse workspace. He would graciously accept all of them, and eat them too. He was ignorant of an important principle: one can accept food but not eat the whole thing.
One does not grow fat on treats alone. A whole hour of lunch was probably too much for Chihiro. Eager to participate a little bit with his coworkers, but a little unimaginative, he would go out to lunch at any of the local cafes and fast food places every. Single. Day. That is what really adds up.
Replacing clothes was one thing. The move to XS to S felt natural, even something to be proud of for one who had a complicated relationship with his own petite stature. S to M, normal enough. M to L, a little bit disconcerting. Then the X's came back. Not only that, they started to multiply. That's when Chihiro truly became concerned. Yet the treats didn't slow down, neither did the lunches.
The fruits of all this came on a day like any other. Chihiro rolled out of bed to the sound of his alarm, dangling his pudgy legs over the edge to collect his breath before pushing himself to a standing position.
Then, he waddled over to pull on his clothes. It was all feeling snug again. That made him wince as he fastened each button on his shirt. He didn't even want to know which X he would graduate to next. Something had to put an end to this. When he got that finished, his breathing had already turned into a pant. He glanced in the mirror. Nothing looked like it was tearing apart at the seams, at least. Still, the sleeves of his shirt hugged his heavy arms, and his second chin hung over his collar.
An energy drink was his breakfast every morning. He would sip from it pensively on the train to work. He had to sit down on the train, his legs just couldn't stand for that long, but he was never happy about it. He could always feel his wide bottom extending over the division between seats, his gut shaking in his lap. He could also spy the occasional dirty or pitiful glare. Before his stop, he would always brace himself and grab a nearby rod, tugging to get himself upright so he can squeeze through the aisle and out of the car. He would pant "sorry" and "excuse me" with every breath.
Stairs were a no-go, so the elevator would take him to the floor where he worked. Then he would start his progress to his cubicle. He wore his cardigan more often now. He would start to sweat at this point in his morning "exercise" and that did a better job of hiding it.
He sat at his desk, squeezing his rump between the arms of the chair. It creaked ominously beneath Chihiro's girth, but he tried to pay it no mind, instead booting his work PC. The chair's sighing was the signal that he arrived, and so the first of his coworkers came.
'Oh, Fujisaki-san, I didn't see you come in! I was at the market last night and they had these on sale, I thought: Oh Fujisaki would just love this!'
She presented him with a package of sugar cookies. Great. He took it, opening it pu.
"O-oh! Thank you... I'll have to put it out in the erm... The brake room, late--"
'Oh no no no no no no no. No. I already got something for the rest of the office. This is yours.'
"That's really sweet..." Chihiro smiled. His coworker continued to stare.
'The cookies are too.' Her gaze was expectant. Chihiro chuckled.
"Right..." He opened the clamp, picked up one of the frosted cookies and took a bite.
'Have a good day!' She left him alone, and he dispatched with the rest of it by pressing it into his mouth. Almost by habit he took a second one by the time the next coworker came. Then the next one. And the next one. Then the one after that.
"Ugh..." Chihiro was already feeling full. He was trying to focus on his work, but the pile of wrappers and packages on his desk was bothering him. He rolled over to it, the structure of the chair squeaking and complaining the way over. Bit by bit, he leaned over to toss each article in the trash.
He leaned back when the mess was clean. That was the end of it. First, he saw one of his buttons on his shirt pop open. The pale, doughy flesh of his belly popping through. He immediately reached forward, but that was a mistake. The chair creaked, then it cracked, and a score of heads popped over the cubicle walls to inspect the commotion as Chihiro landed flat on the floor.
send me a ship/character and a number and I’ll write you a headcanon or mini-fic featuring:
oblivious weight gain.
unintentional weight gain.
being in denial about weight gain.
someone(s) gaining the freshman fifteen (or more).
stuffing/feeding/etc.
mutual weight gain.
a feeder/feedee relationship.
size differences/comparisons.
button popping/seam ripping/etc.
humiliation (kinky in character or not).
magical/magically augmented weight gain (or scientifically).
trying on old/tight clothes (kinky in character).
trying on old/tight clothes (not kinky in character).
weighing and/or measuring and/or numbers kink.
stoner AU setting.
office AU setting.
punk AU setting.
hipster AU setting.
fat camp AU setting.
bakery/coffeeshop AU setting.
high school/college AU setting.
camboy/camgirl/camenby AU setting.
some other AU setting (asker’s choice).
outside perspective on/reactions to weight gain.
focusing on a body part other than bellies (asker’s choice).
character(s) wearing a specific outfit/clothing item (asker’s choice).
character(s) weighing in after not checking the scales for a while.
character(s) being embarrassed about weight gain/eating so much/etc.
op’s note: feel free to add your own or take out prompts that don’t work for you, folks. I just tried to pick stuff that I like and know is reasonably popular.
“Why wouldn’t it be? Are you implying something there? Of course I’ll be satisfied with just that meal. Why wouldn’t I be?”
She’s huffing at that idea, and is instead opening her umbrella and stepping outside. Letting the shade rest over her as she lumbered over to her pair of chairs, the vampiress turned up her nose as she lowered her bulk down into her seats. They groaned down under her, the legs bowing as the hundreds of pounds of short blubber settled down on them. Resting the parasol in a notch on her chair to free her hands, the blue haired woman huffed.
“Unlike you, I do have some restraint. So please, at the very least eat these snacks with your hands, and not by burying your head face first down into it.”
She’s uncovering her platter first, revealing eclairs and cookies for eating.
For reasons wholly unrelated to the arduous walk over here, Chihiro’s heart was racing. That moment felt close. Close to something, but he had no idea what. He wasn’t necessarily eager to find out.
He waddled to the chair across from Remillia, pulling it out as well. He heard the creaking as she sat down, and attempted to keep a straight face. Avoiding eye-contact with his hostess, he sat himself down between the arms of his chair. His wide bottom could barely squeeze itself in, and even once there it was only his butt that was jammed into the chair.
Not to mention that there was also a loud groan from the legs, and even a creak as he leaned forward to uncover his platter.
“I-i was about to ask for a fork, even...” He was flushing.
“It shouldn’t be… much farther… hah… this mansion sometimes feels… much bigger than I remember it… being…”
She might be the same size as Chihiro, but it’s clear that Remilia might be a tad less athletic. Her dress does little to hide how awkward her walk was, her bloated hips swaying side to side as she stumbled along under her own weight. It was no surprise with her gut pressing against her legs that she’d struggle to move her bloated thighs, so some of the ladylike impressions she was giving before might be shattered.
Approaching a door, the vampiress huffed, brushing back her hair with a plump hand. Grasping a parasol from the small stand next to it, she opened the door out to a veranda. There was already a second seat pulled up to the table, a fresh cup of tea and a large covered platter set out for either of them.
“It seems Sakuya was aware of your presence. I hope that meager amount of food is enough for your likely enormous appetite…”
Chihiro was panting as well, though he was certainly much less ostentatious about it than Remilia was. If he was slipping, it was surely on account of the distraction that wobbled and bounced before him. No, not his gut--Remilia’s butt.
Chihiro came to a stop, reaching one of his hands to the wall so that he may lean on it. He wished he could massage his knees, but he could no longer reach them. As the door opened to the veranda, his jaw dropped just a bit to accommodate the luxurious sight.
“Th-this is all very pretty, M-miss Scarlet...!”
He was trying to compliment, but the whole thing was dimmed immediately afterward.
“And you have manners? Well, you are a very good guest indeed~”
Chuckling to herself, bringing a plump hand to her face to cover her smile, Remilia turned on her heel. Chihiro might need to take a step back, otherwise he might find himself battered by the bulging butt sported by the vampire, her massive hips swinging around as her rear wobbled. Starting her slow, lumbering gait, she huffed as she moved down the hall.
“Please, keep up as best you can, or else my maid might let our tea grow cold.”
Chihiro nodded, both of his pudgy hands clasped around his soft chest. His hands extended however right as Remilia turned around, shooting back close to him immediately.
“Aa-Mm!”
He clasped a hand to his mouth when he almost screamed from touching her bottom. It was massive, after all. He wouldn’t want to offend her by doing that anyway. Collecting himself, Chihiro took a deep breath. He also began to waddle forward.
Their gaits were roughly similar. The only cause for Remilia’s head start were their respective positions. Carefully, Chihiro waddled one step and then another behind her.
“I-i... I don’t think I’m going much slower than you are... How big is this house anyway?”
“Well, then why not allow me to be your host while you’re here, then? I do doubt that your portly legs could carry you very far, so why not allow me to take care of your situation until then? Then we can see about getting you home?”
Snickering at his display of lacking dexterity, the vampiress offered her hand, her flabby arm squishing into the side of her belly as she tried to help him up to his feet.
“But first, I was on my way for my tea time, so why not join me? You may address me as Remilia Scarlet, and to whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking?”
“Um... I-i can walk, I think...”
Still, he took her hand in his own, squeezing as much as their respective chub would allow as he (slowly) got to his feet. With a careful exhale, he adjusted the buttons of his button-down shirt and made sure that his cardigan was fitting, or not quite fitting, as it should.
“U-um.. Thank you, Miss Scarlet... I-im Chihiro Fujisaki...”
He gave a slight bow. She looked fancy enough to warrant it.
“Isn’t this a rare sight, having a human stumble so willingly into the mansion… well, I say stumble, but you’re the kind more to wobble, aren’t you~?”
It’s not exactly fair of her to say that, as the girl teasing him is probably approaching the programmer in size. She can barely even see him over the heft of her belly, and the size of her body alone is almost hiding the wings sprouting from her back.
Adjusting the bonnet on her head with a hand, she gave a toothy grin, purposefully flashing her fangs as she smiled.
“Or, perhaps from that strange get-up, are you an Outsider?”
“I... Hey...”
Chihiro wasn’t ready for his apparent captor to be so mean right off the bat. He grunted as he sat himself up slowly, his own round face squishing against his chest until his gut rested between both of his massive legs. He looked back to his captor.
Wow.
Huge and dressed weird. Was he in a circus?
“A-an outsider...? I mean... Um... I’ve never been inside here... I don’t think.”
Normally when people slipped between the boundary between Gensokyo and the real world, they were swiftly escorted back to reality by the Hakurei shrine maiden. But that was only if they were to find themselves out in the forest or near the human village, not if they were to wake up in the Scarlet Devil Mansion.
So, they tubby boy that finds himself opening his eyes in a crimson hall, the red rug under him matching the same swathe of hues as the walls and decorations, they might be nervous at the change of scenery from when they last went to bed.
“Why, hello there~”
Especially with the chubby face grinning down at them with a self satisfied smirk.
“Gh...”
Chihiro wobbled a bit on his back, stretching his arms with a yawn. He blinked a few times before he saw... A chandelier!
No! A face!
He screamed. Wriggling and squirming in place almost immediately on account of the sight of such a round face. Though, if anything, her roundness detracted from the slight otherworldliness of her appearance.
“Wh-where...!?” He was already gasping a bit before he could finish his question.
I’m procrastinating. If you fancy it send me a ship and a number and I’ll tell you my headcanon.
1. Who makes the first move and how?
2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?
3. Who is the most romantic?
4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?
5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?
6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome?
7. What do they get up to on a night out?
8. What do they like in bed?
9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?
10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island?
11. What do they hide from one another?
12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?
13. When do they realise they should get together?
14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?
15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?
16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?
17. When they find a time machine, where do they go?
18. When they fight, how do they make up?
19. Where do they go on their first date?
20. Where do they go on holiday?
21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?
22. Where does their first kiss happen?
23. Where is their favourite place to be together?
24. Where do they first have sex?
25. Why do they fight?
26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?
27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?
28. Why do they get jealous?
29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?
30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?
Chihiro has been getting hungrier and more lazy than ever. After stuffing themself with cookies nonstop, Chihiro has become morbidly obese and gained over 880 lbs of chub. They can hardly get up and they can't reach past their tummy. They try to lose the weight, but they can't resist even more food.
“Mm...”
Chihiro groaned in the place of a yawn. A pudgy hand gripped into the depths of a plastic sleeve to pull out the last few store-bought cookies to shove in his massive maw.
So far as mornings were concerned, this was the usual waking up procedure. Chihiro would top off whatever he had left cookie-wise from the night before and slowly get used to how he passed out in bed.
He squirmed slightly in place, an eye of his slowly opened. Then the next. As he stirred, his massive gut, hanging from its point of departure down between his legs like a great mound, stirred along with him. Ripples exacted themselves throughout his flesh. Nature, pure and simple. Causality.
Chihiro licked his lips. He was sure there was a to-do list for today.
“Hm...” He grunted, reaching over himself, one overfed arm trying to go past the resistance posed by the mass of his moobs and torso. He wanted to get to his phone.
All he had to do was s t r e t c h . . .
...
Nuts. He rested back, his bed creaking. He was panting. Chihiro licked his lips again, both hands resting on his stomach. They patted it a few times. The hands did. Chihiro wasn’t really thinking of it. It wouldn’t be appropriate to make him responsible. He was only responsible in his negligence.
What sort of negativity was that?
Oh yeah. The thought occurred to Chihiro. Negativity. Today would have been a gym day. One dedicated to losing weight. He glanced to his alarm. It was past the scheduled time.
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