Katawa Shorts #2 Feeling is Believing (Patreon)

“You’re drunk!” Emi shouted, rocking back and forth in her wheelchair, her hand wrapped around a large glass of wine.

Through her blind eyes, Lilly scowled. “You know very well that that isn’t the case,” she said, patting her pregnant stomach. “I’ve drank nothing but tea all night.”

“Alcoholic tea!” Emi continued to deny. She took a deep swig of her wine, letting the deep red rosa flow down into her overweight body. Her legs, which ended just below her chunky knees, kicked as she exclaimed. “You gotta be drunk if you think I’m anything less that… more than…” she was having trouble finding the words. “If you think I’m fat, you’ve gotta be drunk!”

Lilly Nakai smiled at her fat friend. She knew Emi was fat, her husband had told her as much. She’d asked for an in-depth description of Emi’s body more than once and had a very good picture of what she looked like. Still… there was the undeniable temptation. To see with her touch what her blind eyes could not.

After all, Emi’s weight gain was entirely the big blonde’s fault.

“Alright,” Lilly said, sitting back on her chair and laying her hands on her tummy. “You’re not fat. I’m sorry for the insinuation.”

“Thaaat’s right!” she could hear Emi’s chair strain as she wavered inside of it. “I could still run laps around you, Miss Satou!”

“Mrs. Nakai,” Lilly blushed, but gave an unabashed grin. She pushed her seat outward, her hands still resting on the swell of her belly.

At nearly three hundred pounds, Lilly was more than aware just how fat that she was. She had a healthy appetite, almost as craving as her young adult sex drive, and had grown as comfortable in her marriage as her husband did with her weight. 

To be honest, every pound felt like a victory to Lilly. She loved indulging herself, loved even more when her husband indulged her, and under his touch had grown from pleasantly plump to an overweight fatty, and she’d enjoyed every single meal.

Just like, she was sure, her dear friend Emi had been. 

“You must be as fit as you were when we were in school,” Lilly said, trying to put the air in her voice.

She heard Emi’s weight in her husky chuckle. “Thaaat’s right,” she said proudly. “I’m no less… well, may a little. I’m in a wheelchair, I guess, and my running blades don’t… err, uhh, yeah. Still strong!”

Lilly could practically hear the other fat woman flex, and could picture the wide grin on Emi’s soft face. Which made her all the more excited.

“I don’t suppose, then, you’d mind letting me touch you…?” Lilly suggested.

Her words wove through the air, sounding more like a command than a question to the drunken Emi. “Uhhh… yeah. Sure, okay,” Emi agreed.

Lilly grinned. She’d been waiting for this, had wanted it since she heard that Emi needed to retire her old prosthetics. The girl was a teacher, just like Lilly, but confined to her wheelchair, Emi could hardly convince anyone she had once been a track star. 

Lilly stood up from her seat, sensed her thick thigh bounce against the table. Her belly felt heavy now, as much due to the food as her pregnancy, and she was glad for her wider… foundation, upon which she could settle her weight. Still she waddled two steps closer, listening to the drunken puffing that escaped Emi’s mouth.

“Hmmm,” she grinned down at rival-turned-friend. “Perhaps you’ll need to guide me? I’d hate to touch any of you muscles that you weren’t… flexing.”

She let her plump hand hang in the air and was graciously greeted by Emi’s equally plump touch. It’d been so long since she’d felt Emi’s fingers, which now felt more like sausages than they did her old digits. Her hands weren’t callused, weren’t rough, in fact she felt like she been using a moisturizer as well as and some sort of lotion. 

Lilly felt so proud.

“S-sure, uhh, well…” Emi guided Lilly’s hand down her forearm. “Well, this is my bicep.”

The poor thing was actually trying to flex. Lilly could feel muscles trying and failing to make any curve in the saggy fat arm, all of her muscles now replaced by her mouth. The girl was incorrigible! 

“My, my!” Lilly exclaimed, her nose picking up the delicious scent of wine on Emi’s breath. She breathed it in deeply, enjoying the scent of her drunken companion. “Your arms are so big! And I thought Hisao had been working out.”

Emi’s laugh became a snicker. “Yeah. Your husband’s scrawny compared to me!”

She probably meant to sound like a beefcake. Well, she sounded beefy alright…

Lilly’s smile sharpened. “Would you mind if I felt your abs?” she asked.

There was a very loud, very hesitant silence that followed.

Lilly lifted her hand, putting it to her cheek. “It’s just that my Hisao has abs. He’s been working so hard. But if he’s scrawny, I’d love to feel what your stomach feels like!”

She could hear the gulp from the overweight creampuff. “S-sure,” Emi stuttered. She even took Lilly’s hand, guiding it back down. On the way past, with the side of her palm, Lilly felt the puffy softness of Emi’s breast before she met the table they rested on.

Lilly frowned, forming a perfectly pudgy pout. “Oh, is this your shirt?” she asked, her fingers tightening over what felt like cotton. “I can hardly feel anything through here…”

She heard the grimace in Emi’s silence, the low groan that escaped from her throat. “W-well… I don’t really… have abs,” she puffed hesitantly. The locked wheels on her chair squeaked.

“That can’t be true,” Lilly smiled her sweetest grin. “I can feel the muscles. They’re right inside… here…” She reached her other hand down, fingers closing around Emi’s waist. A girl that was made entirely from lard, Emi’s belly folded over each of her fingers, but the overweight girl hefted a delighted snicker. 

“W-well… okay,” she said. Lilly could feel her jiggle and her belly folded in two when she reached forward, eliciting a devilish smile from the fat matriarch. Emi tugged her shirt up and Lilly lifted her touch, but she was very aware of the doughy smack as Emi’s belly plopped onto her thunderous thighs. “There,” Emi said. 

Lilly leaned forward and began playing with her little dough ball. She could feel all of the foods from their fat-girl feast inside of her little meatbun, and her fingers brought out a husky giggle from Emi.

“H-hey,” Emi laughed, the wine still holding her high, “careful! I-I’m ticklish!”

“Ohhh, I’m sorry,” Lilly smiled, her fingers beginning to dance and winning a heavier laugh from the chair-bound girl. “I can almost feel your abs though. Maybe they’re just buried beneath this little layer of…” she tried her best to look into Emi’s face, grinning happily while her fingers found the girl’s deep belly button. 

A finger costed over it, and with Emi still chuckling, Lilly lifted her gut and let it slap on her legs.

“Would you like another glass of wine?” Lilly asked. She could feel her blonde hair all around her shoulders, draping around her face. She tried to position herself almost like she did with her husband, her hair creating a cascade over Emi and trapping the girl’s eyes onto her unseeing blues.

Emi had stopped laughing. Her breathing was heavier, and Lilly could almost hear the heartbeat straining from her obese friend’s chest. “I-I think,” she swallowed as Lilly moved in front of her chair, her head hovering over Emi’s. She could feel the girl’s body just from her long hair, as round as her favorite cooked dumplings.

“I can make you another glass. To go with dessert,” Lilly offered.

She was standing wide over Emi, could feel the girl’s legs being pinched by her own. Her hands on Emi’s exposed belly, the girl’s short legs between Lilly’s thunder thighs, she had Emi just where she wanted for the most strenuous part.

“S-sure,” Emi agreed. “I’d… like, dessert.”

There was a very, very noticeable rumble from the smaller girl’s belly. Even as stuffed as she was, Emi’s softness wanted for more, flexing into Lilly’s hands and vibrating up and down.

“There’s just… one more thing…” Lilly smiled down at her pet. “If you’ve still been running, then your legs must be so strong.” She let the words hang in the air, dripping with admiration and more than a little affection.

And it was true. She was extremely affectionate of Emi. And just how fat she had made her.

“O-okay,” Emi swallowed again, breathing intensely as Lilly leaned lower and lower, dropping to one solid knee and then the other before Emi. Her hands quickly found Emi’s widest spot, the girl’s thighs and her waist, and Lilly corrected her mental picture with a well-fed glee. 

Not only had Emi outgrown her prosthetics, she’d quite obviously outgrown her chair. Her thighs bulged with fat, an overstuffed meatbun pushing the dough to her maximum limit. Why, she’d quite clearly passed Lilly’s expectations, and then even had surpassed her hopes. In that moment, Lilly felt every calorie that Emi ingested, every overburdened meal and overtaken drink. She was a woman made of frosting, with legs of thick cottage cheese that, if she weren’t moving them, Lilly would have thought were simply sacks of soft butter.

But it wasn’t soft butter, it was Emi Ibarazaki, and her chair filling ass. And, like always, Lilly was perfectly sure that her friend would enjoy every pound of her gain.

“You’re so soft…” she whispered, dropping her act. Her hands flexed around Emi’s chunky legs, eliciting an even softer moan from the girl’s mouth. 

Giggling, Lilly stood up. 

“I like you soft. You feel like you were meant to be like this.”

All of the bluster, all of the brashness, it all faded out of Emi’s voice as she asked, “Do you really think so?” 

Lilly sighed, her hands on either side of her own belly, and knowing that as overweight as Emi was, she was still a step higher. “I know that I was meant to be this,” she said. She lowered her hand, slowly gliding up from Emi’s belly to her soft chubby cheek. A small hint of surprise came when she realized Emi was wearing her hair down, but it just redoubled her confidence. “If I was meant to be fat, I think that you were too.”

Emi sighed. She leaned into Lilly’s hand, nuzzling the palm before, shocking even Lilly, she kissed it. But that shock vanished as suddenly as it came as Emi’s hands seized Lilly by her soft tubby hips. “Maybe! But I’m still not as fat as you!!” she shouted energetically, while Lilly screamed girlishly and batted at the hands of her friend before sagging onto the table and the pair devolved in an equally husky, girlish chuckle.