"N-No!" Shiraishi An didn't yell especially often — but when she did, her years of singing experience and general boisterousness made it loud. She squealed, to the high heavens; enough to make her girlfriend stand back in concern for her own safety. "I don't need it!"
Azusawa Kohane blushed, receding into herself a little. An was right. What if she didn't actually need it? An had always been strong, agile and unafraid. "But," Kohane gulped, twiddling the large, reinforced frame between her fingers like it was a twine of fabric. "What if you go out, and end up needing it in the middle of the day?"
Now, it was An's turn to blush. "Ugh!" She huffed, crossing her arms, and looking down at the large mobility frame between Kohane's hands. "It's embarrassing…" An pouted and stepped back herself, letting her fat hands drop down to plap at the side of her hanging, soft belly. In her button-up pyjamas as usual, An's belly sagged far out of her top, uncaring to even try and tuck itself into her shorts — which were struggling with her fat legs already. "It's just admitting that I'm out of shape."
With a sigh, Kohane wondered just how to reply. An was out of shape. She'd adopted the life of a fully-fledged feedee without a care in the world, and her body had speedily adapted to her increased size, and decreased workload. An's thick, fat fingers were always stuffing brownies into her mouth, whilst her other hand groped at her infinitely-expanding bottom half. She was almost too good at this.
Kohane hadn't expected An to embrace her kinks so wholeheartedly. When her girlfriend had hit the hundred-kilo mark, they'd had a pizza buffet as a treat. When An had hit two-hundred kilos, she'd squashed Kohane half to death — as a treat for her. Now, An's body was swilling about at two-hundred and seventy kilos, and Kohane was honestly horrified what this barely-mobile blob-girlfriend was going to do to her, once she hit three-hundred — because, An had reassured her, she was going to get that fat.
"Well," Kohane began, biting her lip as she considered her next words. "If you use the frame, you'll be burning less calories, right?" She squeaked out, trying not to ogle the gigantic, half-clothed goddess not far from her own nose. "S-So, you'll get b-bigger quicker…" Kohane whimpered; why was she more embarrassed by her own kinks than An?
An gasped for a moment, the realisation dawning on her like she'd just spied an entire feast of cake. "Ah!" With a clap of her wobbling, distended belly-fat, the girl stepped forwards and hugged Kohane, wrapping her up in no end of flab. "I would, wouldn't I?" After a few seconds, she stepped back and looked down at her gut. She couldn't see too much of it past her boobs, but she could spot enough of her own belly-meat to grope it, obsessively. "I'd end up totally swelling up!"
At least An was happy. Kohane's giggling, globular girlfriend groped her belly in giant handfuls, scooping up so much blubber that it looked like she might eat it. "Y-You really would, An-chan…" Placing the mobility frame infront of her, Kohane pictured it; a three-hundred kilo Shiraishi An, having to waddle about with this thing between her hands.
Immediately, An seized hold of it and leaned, hard, on the metal. "Unnhh—!" She moaned, looking fatter and wearier by the moment. "I'm sho fat, Kohame!" She wheezed, puffing her belly out until it nearly filled the frame's cavities.
Kohane bit her lip and seethed with pleasure. "A-An-chan…!" She peeped, picturing it all the easier, now; An would be growing more, and more reliant on the frame. She'd grow weaker, and heavier, and more dependent on Kohane. An, who was once a hyper-fit, super-slim dancer, would warp into something that truly fit the word morbid.
An winked, taking one hand off the frame to rub her tummy. "Soon…" Panting, An popped a button on her pyjamas with a free hand. "I'll need a mobility scooter, won't I?" She couldn't help but laugh. "Then, I'll really be getting fat, won't I?" In a mobility scooter, An would barely even need to move. She'd just turn into a blubber-ball. Four-hundred kilos, maybe. If she was greedy enough.
"Mhmm!" Kohane, with tears nearly in her eyes, hopped towards her titanically obese girlfriend. Shimmying to the girl side, she slipped her hands around her huge gut, happy to find she couldn't even reach half-way around the girl she'd once been able to almost scoop up. "You'll look so cute in a scooter, An-chan~!"
Moaning as her body was molested, between the rolls of her belly and along the cellulite of her arms, An slowly stuck her tongue out like a heaving dog. "But," laughing to herself in heady, slow drones, An was gasping for air in no time at all. "I-I think I'd r-rather just stay in b-bed all day…" She wished that Kohane could just carry her belly everywhere, no matter how obese she became.
With a blush, Kohane snuggled her cheek into An's fat upper-arm, nuzzling against the flab replacing her biceps. "You'd end up weighing half a ton if you did that…" She whispered, barely able to speak the thought aloud; An Shiraishi, weighing that much, all thanks to Kohane.
"H-Half a ton?" An asked, wiping some sweat from her forehead as she imagined just how immobile she'd be, at that size. "I'd be a whale." If only the An from five years ago could see her now. "Bigger than that, even…" Five years ago, An had danced about in jean shorts and shown off her slim tummy at every interval. Nowadays, An still showed off her belly, but she barely had a choice in the matter.
"Planet An-chan!" Kohane joked, slipping a hand under An's pyjama shirt to grope at her tight sporty bra. "I wouldn't ever be able to escape…" With such dreamy, horny things on her mind, Kohane began to feverishly kiss the blushing cheek of her obese girlfriend— her little planetoid.
