with the new episode of watanare coming out, i hope you will write fat fic about it.
I have a interesting plot, where renako and kaho been indulgence in food so much that both of them hardly fit for cosplay anymore
But if you have more interesting plot i can't wait to see it.
P.s: i really love your writing i'm always waiting for a new one. i really love all the series you write about, there's even a yuri manga i haven't heard that i start to read it cause of your writing.
Keep up the goodwork can't wait to see more of your works🔥👍🔥
Walking through Koyanagi Kaho's extensive wardrobe of cosplay outfits was like walking through time; Amaori Renako recognised every piece and every scene, just as she'd seen it on social media. There was Illatia's uniform! There was Arashi's stage outfit!
However, as she continued to walk, the outfits just grew… Larger. They warped and swelled, taking up more and more space and fabric as the girl wearing them similarly expanded. When Kaho had taken up cosplay —When she'd still been Minaguchi-san — she'd been slim as a nail. The Kaho standing at the head of the wardrobe now, between Acquinea's dress and Kaine's pilot suit, was massive. There was no other way to describe her.
"Pretty cool, huh Renacchi?" Kaho smirked, her hand dropping to her hip cockily as she fingered the fabric of the outfit closest to her. She'd gotten over her mild embarrassment a moment earlier, and immediately flipped back to the smug girl she'd always been. "It's su-uper fun! And it'll be even more fun with you!"
Renako nodded, starting to get won over by Kaho's snide, but loving cadence. "M-Maybe…" She mouthed, looking up and down the wardrobe with a sigh. This was nothing more than a master's repository of their flawless works. Flawless, aside from one thing. At the head of the wardrobe, near Kaho's saggy, flabby belly and well-endowed hips, the outfits changed, just a touch.
Picking up one of the tighter, more lycra-styled outfits, Renako's brow crossed as she noticed a tear, clean across it. Across the belly, no less. "But," she ran the tear between her fingers, wondering if perhaps it'd been part of the scene — but no, she didn't think Makina ever sustained a legitimate scar like that during her matches. "But, what are these?" Renako looked to another outfit — Shion's blouse — torn. Another — 54's shell — busted. After a certain point, almost all of the outfits were torn, in one way another. And, it was all on the tummy.
Kaho's mouth dropped. "Geh," she gasped, stepping back as though Renako had just done some serious damage to her overweight silhouette. "It's kind of a-a long story…" Patting her belly as it sagged against her crisp shirt's clean whiteness, Kaho began to blush; a rare expression, from such a spunky girl. She cuddled her udder-sized belly, squeezing it a bit before letting it slosh back down.
Kaho wasn't an especially top-heavy girl, like Ajisai or Renako herself, but her ass was so thick that it honestly deserved a special mention. Just watching that titanic ass heave it's way through a corridor was enough to stir something awful inside of Renako's own tubby tummy. Kaho was clearly sitting at somewhere around two-hundred kilos, and a good half of that was stuffed beneath her pelvis. Her legs were globed in flab, and her thighs were cleanly thick enough for Renako to rest her head on. Kaho was gigantic, but she still tried to act like the spritely little girl she'd been, a few years ago. Honestly, it only made her look larger.
"I've got time." Renako crossed her arms, huffing as she moved out of Kaho's emporium of half-ruined outfits. "I… I just want to be sure I'm not getting roped into anything." A sheen of sweat was starting to develop on the plump girl's collarbones, soaking into her shirt and slipping into her luscious cleavage. As she left the wardrobe, her own hugeness forced Kaho to retreat a little bit — there was hardly room for two obese girls, in Kaho's room. "Like usual…" Thinking back, Renako and her fatness had been strung along to an awful lot of disasters; Mai's plus-sized swimsuit event; Ajisai's impromptu binge-holiday; and most of all, Satsuki far-too-small bath. At least this time, she'd be getting paid for it.
Kaho sighed and sat down, her fat legs somehow getting larger as they touched down on the infinitely soft mattress. "Weeeell," she hummed, wondering just how to begin such an incriminating explanation. Either way, Renako would be judging her for this. "After a cosplay event, I like to eat. That's only normal, right?" Patting her chubby tummy, Kaho kept her hands far away from her elephantine legs.
Renako nodded. "Right." Agreeing wih the imp's devious sentiment, Renako waited patiently for the moment it all got flipped on its head. The entire Queen-tet was simply gigantic — so much so that one girl had posited the idea of remaining them the gigan-tet — and they all had terrible reasons for their gain. Ajisai stress ate. Mai was into BBW photography, but she'd accidentally become an SSBBW instead. Satsuki was simply jealous of Mai's popularity. And now, Kaho had her own complications.
Still rubbing her flabby belly, Kaho sighed. "One day, I ate a bit too much…" Recalling just how huge she'd looked, waddling out of the buffet, she managed a little laugh. "I took a picture of it, and the picture kii-iinda popped off." With a shrug, Kaho fell back in bed, satisfied with the cleanliness of her story — so far. "Turns out, people really like watching their faves pig out."
Renako shivered in response. "Pig out?" She asked, her cheek rising in disbelief. "So, you just stuff your face, and tear the outfits, to please your audience?" Stepping back in sheer disgust, Renako's confusion reached a climax. "It… Sounds like they've got some creepy hobbies…" She pictured those 'hobbyists', gleering at the screen as they watched Renako's own childhood friend eat herself into a balloon. Kaho had become obese — just like all of Renako's friends — and it'd been to please people she'd never even met.
"I swear it's not weird!" Kaho laughed, bucking back up as Renako glowered down at her, and her porky tummy. "I just… Don't think about 'em!" With a chuckle, Kaho stood and bumped bellies with the other girl. The two flesh wads rubbed together slightly, and Kaho's smirk returned. "I just think about how yummy it all is, inside my tummy!" Renako's own tummy was significantly larger than her's — maybe, it'd get an even better reaction, when it busted out of a blazer.
After ajisai sena, ouzuka mai, and amaori renako start dating. Ajisai and mai found out that renako love fat girls especially ssbbw, knowing that ajisai and mai trying to beat each other who can be fatter. But somehow in the end renako the one becoming bigger then both of them.
As always love your fic ❤️
"Ugh…" Renako Amaori was beginning to think she'd bitten off far, far more than she could chew. She'd been doing exactly that for the last year, even. Ever since that impossibly faithful day when Renako had been confessed to, by two of her class' angels — at the same time, no less. She'd said yes to both, almost on her hands and knees by the end of it all.
Walking out of the door with two girlfriends, Renako had initially been besides herself. She'd been unable to wipe the smile off of her face for weeks. Until, of course, the reality of having two rather intense girlfriends came to wear into her. Two sets of presents for every holiday. Two sets of outfits, for each date. A third set of outfits, for whenever they had dates together. Four sets now, because she'd grown out of the first. Five — scratch that, six. Seven outfits, with only one still plastered to her plumpening frame, because the others were all torn in half. Buttons blasted apart, or seams ripped free.
Ultimately, having two girlfriend meant that Renako was receiving affection from two ends; from Sena Ajisai and Mai Oozuka. As if the two girls were competing, they insisted that Renako would eat as much as she could, before sending her on her way. On her way, to another date and another bellyful.
"No…" Renako paled as she pictured it. What was the count, now? Eight, or perhaps nine blasted-to-pieces outfits. If she pulled this one any tighter, the once rather loose netting over her chest would be fraying in no time at all. "Don't let this be another torn outfit…" Running her hands over her curves — all outwards — Renako shivered as she finally reached about her gigantically round body, towards the dress' zip. "N-Number nine, then." She gulped, feeling her body breathe out a sigh of deep relief as the zipper relented.
Renako gushed sidewards, and then out in nearly every direction, until she was filling the mirror she'd been staring into. Renako's head, and her pudgy cheeks, were the only part of her still small enough to fit inside the thing's encompass now. Without standing a good metre or two away, at least. "D-Damn it…" She keened, patting her belly as she surrendered to the fact that she'd gotten so much fatter, lately.
With every dozen-or-so pounds that Renako gained, so too did her appetite grow. Expanding so much that Renako could indulge herself twice as much as before meeting Mai and Sena, the girl's appetite was simply a monster, now. It'd turned her into a squidgy mass of meat, pokable and proddable — two privileges that some of her classmates had taken a special interest in.
Renako didn't even fight it, anymore. This wasn't an RPG monster or FPS baddie that could be disposed of. This was her own body, mewling and begging for extra helpings, belly rubs and special offerings. It was an immutable demon, always tubbing up and turning her body into a tub of lard.
From behind her, Renako heard her phone buzzing atop her bed. Finally, something to distract her from the circumference of her own waistline. Her round, round waist and every other part of her that resembled a melon more than a woman. Waddling about to face it, Renako's now-reddened face panted as she paced just a few steps towards it. Weighing more than a hippo ought to turned any girl into a heaving mass of exhaustion, after all.
Rena-chan, still on for our date tonight?
The message was from Sena. With a little whimper, Renako came to collapse onto her bed. She rubbed her belly, over and over as she read the message half a dozen times. "But…" She mouthed a complaint to herself, testing the sound of each reply she thought up. "I'm fat." With a pout, Renako came to the conclusion that she really needed to admit that, already. To her girlfriends, and to herself.
I don't think I can…. I don't have any nice outfits left.
Typing up the reason why those outfits didn't fit her, Renako flitted red before she deleted the text. "No way…" She shook her tubby face, delivering a slap to her naughty self. Her naughty self, that'd allowed her body to grow so unapologetically obese.
So, what are you wearing right now?
Renako puffed out a laugh at that. All she was wearing was the lingerie set Mai had gifted her — a deep, jade green with stretchy straps and elegant bows — that was beginning to grow to the end of it's lifetime.
That's a bit of a lewd question, Aijisai-san.
She knew Sena hadn't meant it quite like that, but there was something inside of Renako that couldn't resist teasing her, a little. She was, after all, at least partially responsible for Renako's ridiculous expansion. Three-hundred kilos, give or take ten. Renako was big enough to be a blimp, amongst more embarrassing things that she wouldn't dare call herself. Things she'd read online, in more sordid forums and message boards.
I mean!!
I meaaaannn!!
Do you need new clothes, Renako?
Sena's spluttering reply came in drips and pours, making Renako laugh every time. Patting her belly proudly now as if it had come up with the joke, Renako eventually just took a sigh. She had wanted to go on that date — but if she didn't have a dress nice enough for it, then it was all but cancelled in her books.
We can have a date at your house, tonight!
It can be a sleepover~~~!!!
Sena wasn't taking no for an answer, apparently. Renako could already feel the girl's plump hand, pressing down on her massive, mattress-shaped belly as she gave her a stomach rub. Closing her eyes, Renako let the phone drop onto her tummy as it continued to buzz with Sena's messages.
We'll order so much pizza!
Does that sound good, Rena-chan?
We can eat so so much…
We might even end up getting fatter… //////
Renako didn't pick up her phone. She knew exactly what Sena was messaging her about. Growing bigger, and rounder still. At this rate, Renako would be bursting out of outfits she hadn't even bought, yet.
I’m kinda curious, have you been keeping up with the Watanare anime or manga? I know you’ve mentioned liking characters like Ajisai before…
I would never EVER EVER like watanare!! (Unless...)
But now i shall be serious and sincere. so my experience with fatanare began with me reading the manga. i didnt really like it very much. it felt shallow and bland and sloppy. it is a harem after all. the sena arc came and i liked her very much, though. the writer seems to like mai more though as they keep forcing her down our throats even though she's legitimately unlikable. i think the poly ending is kind of an admission of defeat from the author.
the anime however. everything changed when the anime attacked. yuri tourists flocked to the tag. poly yuri pol yuri!! CALL IT A HAREM. they dont get it. hell i dont even like it and i can still tell they dont get it. them getting horny over the explicit SA scene... unforgivable. the anime actually having good animation... despicable.
that is my two cents. i'll stop being negative now.
