Growing Soft 12 (Patreon)

Kimihito sipped at his paper cup of hot chocolate as he walked down the street of the residential district. The heater on the bus had been much warmer than he expected, which regrettably served to make the chill in the air bite that much more cruelly. 

The soft snow crunched beneath his boots mixed with the slight crinkly swaying from his two plastic shopping bags. He marched onward, grateful for his thick jacket and his stylish cap when another gust of wind picked up the fresh fallen snow. 

Kimihito enjoyed the snow, but it was getting kind of nuts. It seemed like this winter had lasted for months! A thought which sounded a lot less stupid before he really comprehended it.

Well, regardless, he was looking forward to the upcoming thaw. There was less than a week until Valentine’s Day and, as nice as their time at home had been, Kimihito wanted to take his wife out on a date. A real date, spending the whole day out and about before bringing her to a nice restaurant. Share some wine, order a nice dessert. Maybe seconds. Maybe thirds…

He found himself smiling just thinking about Miia with her chubby tummy squeezed into some refined clothing. A little black dress stretching to clutch at her pale white skin, making every pound look more shapely and each curve more dramatic. It’d be form fitting, squeezing her body as if it were a second layer over her overweight skin, so tight that it indented near her belly button and pinched into her love handles. And she’d eat and eat until the seams would start stretching, pulling the dress sideways before with a great big tear…

Kimihito chuckled, realizing himself as his teeth slid over his lower lip. His mind was wandering, turning himself on. He let out a breath that fogged with his lust before pulling the cap down another inch on his scalp, hoping that the tightness would keep his mind from wandering.

It didn’t.

Another sip of his cocoa had put him back in their living room, watching his pudgy python in the heart of his eye.

She’d be sitting at home, just how he left her. Laying on the couch like the world’s cutest potato, munching on snacks and watching their newly installed wall-mounted TV. Without him around, she’d be raiding the pantry, packing her tummy with her favorite cream pies and chips while swelling with soda, a blanket pulled over her mostly nude body.

As he rounded the corner and marched down their street, Kimihito tried to imagine the mountain of empty wrappers he’d find, the crushed cans and empty bottles of her sugary cola stacked in a pyramid while, inside of his wife, the torrent of calories caused her bubbling belly to waggle and slosh. Her stretched tummy would grumble as it tried to digest the sweet heaven, the packed sugar high that she’d no doubt swoon under.

It was then that Kimihito realized the slight pangs from his own center, a light mixing of hunger creeping up on him. He glanced at the bags he could carry, unable to smell the contents but suspecting he knew what fueled his wanting.

Another gust brought a flurry of powder down from the small entrance wall and caused the tree line to creak as Kimihito marched up the path to his small cozy home. He reached into his pockets as he neared the stoop, searching for his key before the door opened and his wife filled the doorway.

For all of two seconds, Miia seemed to do her best to appear as sexy and lavish as she could, one arm resting on the threshold while the other wrapped over her middle, before winter made a grab for her love handles and, with a chirp so sharp that it could have cut cake, she slammed the door shut when he was just ten feet away.

Kimihito loosed a surprised chuckle that turned into a true and filling laugh as several icicles tumbled from their roof. He could see a flash of red scales through their window and heard the thunder inside before the door popped back open and Miia, now clutching a thick woolen blanket around her upper body, opened the door.

“Come on!!” his wife whined. “Stop laughing and get inside, it’s freezing!!!”

Kimihito came the rest of the way, hand over his mouth as he tried in vain to suppress his laugher.

She slithered back, making room while using her tail to bop the door shut behind him. She looked taller, using her tail to hold herself up from the hardwood floor of the entrance, but shrank back down as the door shut.

“Darling!” she hissed excitedly, letting the blanket drop and throwing her arms wide. She was wearing one of her old shirts, stretched text and a warped graphic displaying an overweight ‘Book Wyrm’ pulled over her chest. The shirt only reached to her mid-waist now, with the lower curve of her tummy sagging out from beneath. Over her hips she wore her black ‘lazy pants,’ with hints of pale-underbelly and bright scarlet scales glinting out from inside.

And just like that, the long two months seemed to flash by in his head. She’d been thin, fit even, such a short time ago. But the fatter she got, the quicker she gained. She’d stuffed herself silly through pudgy and soft, and now with her jiggling tummy reaching out past her chest, Miia was undeniably fat. Though the thing that did it most, what made every pound that much better, was the set of her grin and the spark in her amber eyes. 

Miia had looked good when she was thin, but Kimihito knew that she was always meant to end up like this. Her foodie habits indulged, her laziness pampered, Miia was always meant to be fat. She was always meant to be his.

Kimihito chuckled, holding up the hand with his cocoa while his eyes roamed her body. “You don’t wanna hug me yet,” he said. “I’m still covered in snow.”

Miia’s long tongue lulled out of her mouth, vibrating up and down in a hissed raspberry before she came forward anyways. “You’re not thaa-tha-thaaa-”

Her voice caught as her arms locked around him, the tip of her head reaching just up to his chin. He felt more than saw the shiver as it slithered all the way up from the tip of her tail, her arms going from a comforting hug into a crushing squeeze.

He began laughing, placing a kiss on her head before trying to lightly guide her away. Her voice was still stammering, caught in a loop even while her arms refused to part. “Hey, come on,” he said. “Here, I got some-”

Before he finished his lamia was already responding, her hands catching him around the wrist and lightly plucking the hot cocoa away. She slipped back, holding the cocoa like a coveted treasure and nestling it to her soft cheek. “For me? You know me so well.”

He snorted. “Actually, that’s nearly done. I’m surprised it’s still hot.”

“It’s not,” Miia sighed, with a soft grin on her face. “It’s barely even warm.”

Another cheerful chuckle shook him, with Miia skating back on her tail towards the living room couch. She only noticed the blanket after she was halfway across, but with a wobble of her full hips a long quiver shook down her scales and she snapped up the cloth from the floor with the tip of her tail. “I was waiting for you!” she said dotingly. “I was using the TV like you showed me, and I was able to pause it!”

“Eh?” Kimihito shook the remaining snow from his jacket, sliding it off. A black and gray tee was pulled tight over his chest, which looked pretty nice with his brown slacks. The black cap came next, exposing the wet fringes of his dark hair. He cast a hand through it, with a quick thought about needing to visit the barber while he kicked off his boots. “What’d you pause?” he asked, setting the bags down on the floor.

“Come and see!” Miia waved him over. She’d placed the paper cup onto the coffee table, which Kimihito briefly noticed was oddly otherwise empty.

He came to her side, turning to admire the wall-mounted smart TV that now hung from the stairway. On it, an extremely muscular ogre-woman was squeezed into a very tight business suit. Tanned skin gleamed out from studio lights, the frame frozen as she adjusted a comedically small pair of wire-thin glasses.

With both hands, Miia lifted the remote to her eyes, looking down at the unfamiliar buttons before her thumbs found ‘Play.’

“… other liminal news,” the ogre began midsentence, “the prospect is looking good for cross-species marriages.” In the top righthand corner, a picture of Kimihito and Miia slid onto the screen. She was wearing a top that intentionally exposed her waist, rather than the ill-fitting butterball that currently wobbled near his hand.

“Look at how skinny you were!” Miia said. “I think that’s from one of the first meetings with the cultural committee!”

“How skinny I was??” he asked, turning to his fat little wife. While his eyes dropped to her tummy, hers turned up towards her chest.

The caster went on, talking about contacts inside of the Liminal Cultural Committee reporting the pair as a huge success, but cautioned viewers to temper their excitement. New legislation couldn’t be passed in a day, but the two had already stopped listening.

Miia’s chubby fingers skated over his shoulders, a fat grin on her face while her tail wrapped around him. Hundreds of pounds layered over themselves with a soft but heavy movement, circling from his feet up to his hips. There was a bright glint inside of her amber eyes, the satisfied smile pushing into a more lustful smirk. “I’m not the only one who’s been eating better,” she purred, and Kimihito felt himself blush. She squeezed his shoulders, hands traveling down to his arms. “Well? Aren’t you going to flex?” she asked.

“Cut it out,” he laughed. 

“I’m not teasing,” Miia pouted for a moment before the crawl of blush slithered over her cheeks. “Go on. Flex for me.”

Kimihito rolled his eyes, but he was more than flattered. He lifted his arm and Miia made a small sound of surprise followed by a bright little giggle. 

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever felt muscles this big,” she said in a low voice before her tail flexed. She’d tied herself round and round him and, before he even knew, she was up to his waist. Her flabby upper body spun around him, giggling in an extremely amorous way.

“Now I know you’re teasing me,” Kimihito snarked, looking again to the thin waist in the television before the curvy love handles circled back around to his front. Miia was holding herself to just above him now, keeping his eyes perfectly level with the over-stretched text trying to hold back her breasts. 

“I am not,” she said with a tone that was as innocent as she was virginal. Her hands were massaging his arms, reaching up his sleeves to his shoulders. “I love your body.”

Then, surprisingly, the tension in her tail seemed to go out all at once. The muscles relaxed and layer after layer unwound until Miia’s arms were around his torso and her head fit perfectly into the crick of his neck.

“You make me feel so loved and safe,” she said.

A gentle sigh came from his nose. He wrapped one arm behind her head and the other to the small of her back, holding her to him. “You used to feel unsafe?”

“Hmm?” she hummed. A slight shake of her head. “Not really… well, that’s not right either. It’s complicated, okay?” she nuzzled him before reaching up and giving him a gentle kiss on the throat, letting her wet lips stay a moment longer than she might have before looking up into his eyes. “You take care of me.”

Kimihito was grinning so wide that it had started to hurt. Not that he’d noticed. “I try,” he said, head too clogged with clouds to think of anything witty.

The pair met together in a loving kiss with a shapely embrace. His arms tightened and he twisted, surprising her into a yelp before dipping her backwards. He felt the weight of his wife burning his biceps, felt the push of her belly as she snickered before he leaned down and kissed her again.

They held that spot for a gentle few seconds before the voice of the news anchor reached up to cloud nine.

“Miia Kurusu has reportedly been spotted on Easter Island with her husband, no doubt enjoying an extended honeymoon away from this onset of cold winter weather. While the LCC has declined to comment on personal details, some sources claim that the pair is staying with the Usagimimi tribe, currently led by Priestess Dinah Blanko.”

Miia was watching the television upside down, her lengthy hair falling upward and giving her a comical expression when she looked up at Kimihito. “We never planned a honeymoon,” she said.

Kimihiro squinted at her. “Of course we didn’t. Are you just now noticing?”

Miia’s fingers tightened and she put on a disapproving pout. “You’re supposed to go on a honeymoon when you get married!” she whined. “It’s in all the stories. Princesses going on a tour of the kingdom.”

He grunted, hefting her back up to a stable stance. “Well, I don’t know about a kingdom, but we could always go for a small trip through Japan. But wouldn’t you rather wait until it’s not… freezing outside?” he asked.

She was watching the television even as the liminal host wrapped up the segment and it returned to a human newscaster, Miia’s wide mouth tucked into a pout. “That wouldn’t really be a honeymoon though…”

Kimihito shrugged. “I sort of took it as these months were our honeymoon. Better than checking out Kyoto for the weekend.”

She seemed to think about that for a moment. An unsure hand twirled the scarlet lamia charm that she wore on her bracelet before she heaved a sigh. “I guess so. But we should still do something. Even if it’s just… I guess, a date? I wanna go somewhere nice.”

He breathed a laugh. “You would be thinking about dinner.”

It wasn’t even a clear mention of food, just the implication was enough to elicit a impressively loud rumble from Miia’s paunch. Her face lit up while her hands circled over her middle protectively, an embarrassed flush as his teasing smile sharpened.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Miia ordered, though she was clearly trying hard not to break into giggles. “I was waiting all morning for you to get back. I even skipped lunch!” 

Kimihito looked at the clock on the television. “It’s only noon,” he said.

“I skipped early lunch!” Miia hotly replied. 

Kimihito placed a hand on his hip, glancing again at the table which held nothing other than his almost empty cup. He supposed for a moment that Miia simply could have thrown the wrappings of her trash away, but no. She was his lazy lamia. “You haven’t eaten since breakfast?” he asked.

“I just said! I was waiting for you!” Miia put her hands on her hips, the indentation pushing out the lip of her navel. “You said you’d something you wanted to get, so I figured it was food and wanted to wait!”

Kimihito couldn’t help himself. A hand went to his mouth to try and hide the smile and hold back his laugh, but her foodie expectation was too cute not to make the man blush. 

Miia’s chin tucked down to her chest, pinching the overstretched text of her shirt. “W-what?” she blushed. A question which was followed by a teeny squelch from her tummy, as if in fear that food wasn’t what he had gotten.

He leaned back, brushing his hand through his hair. “I should have thought you’d expect that,” he said, shaking his head. “I didn’t even think what you’d guess. But, then again, you’re not really wrong.”

He stepped over Miia’s outstretched tail and went for the bags. He carried them over, catching a glimpse of Miia’s tongue flickering curiously out of her mouth, trying to taste any hint of a scent. 

“Well, since you’ve got it on your mind…” Kimihito took the second bag, reaching into and sliding out a long rectangular box. Other boxes sat atop of it, one displaying powder packages and the other a stream of marshmallows that were almost as white as Miia’s fair skin. Beneath the two was a window into the larger box, revealing twelve ultra-stuffed cinnamon rolls that dribbled with vanilla frosting, still nice and warm. The shop had written their label in a shapely cursive the color of coffee, ‘Seven Cinns’ gleaming from the top of the box.

Miia’s tongue slithered out, reaching nearly to the offering while bright sparkles erupted in her colorful eyes. “Yoo gaot- blah!” The tongue snapped up and Miia held her hands over her mouth before letting it slide back out. Her eyes crossed, looking down at herself. “A fann bi ma tong,” she mumbled, much to Kimihito’s delight, before the tongue was pulled back in, licking her rightmost fang. 

“You okay?” he chuckled.

She made a small noise of affirmation, wiping her lip before Kimihito lifted the top and the amber fireworks returned. The golden crust of the cinnamon buns practically glowed off of her chubby cheeks, and her tongue reappeared along with her tummy’s bright grumble.

“Well?” he questioned, drawing her glance before the returned to her want. “Go on, take one.”

Miia’s fangs gently scraped her lip before pulling back in a grin. “But Darling, you didn’t get anything for yourself?”

He felt himself responding, his smile sharpening in a similar way. “Well, I was thinking you could share just one.”

“Share?” Miia asked, her voice lifting a pitch as she clearly put on a show. “Hmmm…” Her pudgy forefinger skated over the lid before she gently scratched his hand with her nail. “I don’t know… I’m feeling awfully hungry today…” At the last, Miia slithered back a step, lifting herself again on the widest part of her body. Her hands cupped her soft doughy stomach, gently jiggling herself up and down. “I wouldn’t want your gift to feel unappreciated…”

A tight breath fought its way through Kimihito’s teeth, earning a husky chuckle from his thousand-pound wife. She was clearly enjoying this almost as much as he was… but an idea flashed through and he knew how to get more.

“I guess I’ll have to earn one then,” he said. 

Miia’s eyebrows lifted but her expression remained, the sly grin of a girl completely in her element, or in her case a doughball that was rising to the heat. He slid the box from his palm onto the couch, placing the other bag carefully on the bottom shelf after a hesitant moment thinking it might end up crushed. He could see the huffs and puffs that filled out her body, the slightest of jiggles brought just by her breath.

He lifted the lid fully open, exposing their home to the full assault of the sweet scent. To him, each roll was massive, drizzling with globs of gooey wet frosting. To Miia… well, he’d stopped by the shop because of their size. He just had to see.

He picked out the fattest treat of the bunch, a roll that looked more like a cake than a simple sweet, his fingers spreading wide to pinch the flab of the mess. A long strip of dough rolled round and round over herself, sweet as vanilla and covered with fat. Miia’s breathing had perked, her nose lifting gently to sniff for itself. Her chest swelled and deflated, breasts straining her shirt as her dilated eyes became heady with excitement.

Kimihito lifted the pinched pastry to her mouth, his other hand catching her around her waist. Subtle rolls of back fat spilled down from her shirt, pressing into his hand while he pulled his wife close. 

Her mouth opened wide, but still the sweet hardly fit. When she bit down her face came away messy with frosting, but the gurgle from her throat matched the purr from her tummy. Her hair quivered as her whole body shivered, her big eyes opening before rolling back. “Aough ‘Arling” Miia whispered through her packed mouth, her throat bobbing as she pulled the heavy bite down.

Her hands, he realized, were responding to her own body. One was pinching the overflowing flab at the lowest part of her belly, pinching the cherry red scales that peeked over her pants. She’d pulled them down, and his own hand traveled down to cup the fleshy cheeks of her ass, giving a squeeze as she took another fresh bite.

She moaned again, her hair drifting as she leaned back against his arm. She was pinching herself with one hand, the other searching his chest while blindly she ate. Her eyes twisted, filling with lust, before her tongue lapped at her lips and the she gave a deep chortle. 

Another bite, then another, and even for Miia’s mouth the roll needed another chomp, before she pulled the last of her fattening treat in with her long tongue wrapping around it, breathing as if she’d hardly chewed any bite. She sounded obese. She sounded well fed. She sounded hungry.

Kimihito reached down for another but Miia’s fingers slowly slid down his arm. He turned, looked into the flecks of vanilla that dribbled from her plump pink lips, and leaned down as she reached up to kiss him. 

Her hand guided his down to her tummy, his thumb rolling her shirt up from her love handles to be pinched by her breasts. The two kissed for a long moment before her gluttonous mouth opened, her tongue gently licking his, and she leaned back further. 

She was heavy, but Kimihito was strong. He dipped her down, down, bending until the pair dropped onto their couch. Their deep kisses became quicker as desire sharpened their wants, with Miia’s fat tail tucking between his strong legs. His hands reached up her shirt, several threads begging before snapping free round her back, and releasing a tightened moan from her throat.

Just as he was about to pull her shirt up, Miia’s tail had wrapped gently around his neck, and he pulled back to see his plump wife had her bright smile tucked into a fat-girl chin. Laying like that she looked even fatter, a tiny double chin formed just above her chest. She was panting, and he realized that he’d begun to sweat as the fire inside burning bright and hot. But he knew, with a lick of her messy lips and a flick of her eyes that his gluttonous princess wasn’t satisfied yet.

“You’re so spoiled,” Kimihito grinned, his hand pinching into her tummy and earning a shaking moan that turned into a laugh. “You’re getting so fat.”

“Aren’t I?” She sounded excited.

“You think I’ve changed?” he whispered, reaching down for her neck. “Well you’ve nearly doubled in size.”

Miia’s hot laugh became another passionate moan as he chewed on her neck. “I’m your… oooh,” her hips rose, pressing against his firm body.

“You’re my lazy lamia,” he reached up for her ear, whispering. “My fat foodie princess. Who keeps eating and eating, and stuffing her face.”

Miia moaned as Kimihito’s lips kissed her bright ears, her arms tying around his waist and pulling herself to him. 

Suddenly he was wrenched back by her tail and caught a real look of his princess. Her shirt was tearing down the center, snowy white skin peeking through the gaps and revealing the obvious lack of a bra. Her snake eyes had sharpened with predatory lust. “Every bite,” she breathed deeply, her swollen belly pressing up into his middle. “You promised to make me fat…” she hissed. “Now I want you to make me fatter…”

Without taking her eyes off of him, Miia’s tail had plucked another overweight pastry and lifted it up to her mouth. Her gasp tightened and her sharpness melted as she took another huge chomp, her head rolling back while he kneaded her belly. 

And then, unexpectedly, Miia’s tail lifted, her eyes looked into his, and she offered him the other end of the roll. 

She reached upward while her Darling dipped down, and together the lovers shared a sugar-filled bite. It was the lynchpin that snapped the load, with Miia’s lust for her husband winning out over her desire for sweets. She wrapped around him, pulling him tight to her chest while unfocused hands tried to undress him, and the creaks of the couch protested the growing weight of its occupants and their quickening motion.