Patrons' Prompt Five Buns Full: Day 217 (Patreon)

Author's Note: Much like the Halloween fic, Day 179, this is a Patrons' Prompt that will eventually be added into Five Buns Full! We are not even close to this point yet, but consider it as a sneak preview of all the playful times that our fat girls will have ;) When we are properly here, these stories will be added as standard chapters!

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Winter had come to Hachinomori, and the season was intent to make up for lost time.

The city normally didn’t see snowfall until the end of December, yet despite only being in the second week, Hachinomori was now coated with a growing blanket of white fluff. Carried down from the nearby mountains with a swift breeze, the heavy flakes had accumulated inch after inch.

City services were out in full force, salting and plowing and caring for the streets, while pedestrians bundled up tight or huddled together for warmth as they walked down the sidewalks or waited for the train.

Nino Uesugi felt almost as if she were melting.

It was something far more intense than a hot flash, far more present than just an idle sense of heat. Nino’s burden came from somewhere warmer than a radiator, hotter than a smoldering fire. She had unbuttoned her red woolen jacket, untied her scarf, and had shoved her gloves into her pockets.

Snowflakes now decorated her long red hair, tied in a pair of green-red butterfly ribbons and reaching all the way down to her waist.

The slight chill helped, but not nearly as much as the hot woman needed. Even if she should shed the jacket entirely, peeled her dress up from her sweat-marked belly, tore the thigh-high stockings down from her wet thighs, Nino could never get away from what produced all this warmth.

It came from her body. Nino Uesugi was covered in fat.

Shapely, gone.

Chubby, gone.

Pudgy, tubby, fat.

Gone, gone, gone.

Nino was almost three hundred pounds, gaining nearly a full two hundred over the last seven months. She was supposed to have gained twenty, maybe twenty-five at the most, but this pregnancy had spoiled her waistline… as well as her appetite.

The scent of cinnamon came from the open entrance of the mall, wafting through the crowd of holiday shoppers, reminding Nino just how hungry she had become. Her stomach, soft and doughy despite her quintuplet pregnancy, rumbled.

And, as a belly rumbled from alongside the fat woman, she felt a small smile grace her lips. As hot and heavy as she was, Nino wasn’t the fattest girl she knew.

Not yet.

“Mhmmm,” Itsuki pined from beside her. Even at a glance, Itsuki filled the totality of Nino’s sight, plodding in her supersized waddle. She’d managed to tuck her belly into the largest pair of pants Nino had ever seen, but then, that was Itsuki.

Itsuki wasn’t just fat by Japanese standards. Five foot, five inches, and finally over six-hundred pounds, Itsuki could be the fattest woman on the continent, but that disparity was vanishing as quickly as Nino’s forgotten thigh-gap.

Custom pants gripped her hammy hips, already worn in the center from the ever-present battle that was fought between her thighs. She wore a black and white sweater beneath her denim jacket, horizontally striped and making her look even bigger.

But what stood out most about Itsuki was the wonderful weight that filled out her chin and her cheeks, and the extreme volume that was in her long hair. Big blue eyes, big red hair, a full chest, a fuller belly, every part of Itsuki looked as if she were a sculpture that had been molded from sugar, butter, and a lot of dough.

Intentionally round, hungry and fat, with the only skinny thing being her thin-framed glasses. Looking at Itsuki gave the same sense as looking at Ichika. Two girls who were on opposite ends of the scale, yet both looked perfect in their own way.

It was something that had once frightened Nino, but which now gave her a warm sense of comfort.

Ichika, Nino, Miku, Yotsuba, Itsuki. The Nakano sisters, the redheaded pack, the quintessential quintuplets! No matter what Nino looked like, she was comfortable knowing she’d always look good.

But that wouldn’t stop her from wanting to be number one.

“Do you smell that?” Itsuki sighed as the two girls entered the mall, taking up nearly the entire width of the entrance.

“I do,” Nino breathed heavily, laying a hand over her wanting middle. “It smells like hot chocolate.”

“Hmm,” Itsuki tilted her head back, her small nose bouncing on her fat face. “I think that’s cinnamon. And… mhmm, toasted almonds, it smells so good in here.”

“Oooh,” Nino’s glazed as the ghost of cinnamon rolled over her tongue. “They better be close. I’m fudgin’ starving.”

Itsuki snorted at the chocolate-censored swear, then commented, “You sure do eat a lot, now.”

Nino rolled her eyes, poking her sister’s flab. “Yeah, cause you’re in a position to criticize. You looked like you were gonna cry if I didn’t share my muffin with you.”

“The vending machine wouldn’t take my card!” Itsuki complained, her cheeks flooding with a brazen blush. Only then did she seem to notice Nino’s unbuttoned coat and dripping forehead. “Oh, gosh. Are you feeling okay?”

Nino took another belabored breath, feeling her belly rise and fall inside of her maternity dress. “Ugh, I’m fine. Just get hot from walking so much, you know?”

Itsuki extended her tongue in a sisterly raspberry that said she did. “Tsukuyo normally drives me. It’s been ages since I’ve taken the train.”

A good-natured laugh rose from Nino’s belly. “Yeah, two blocks is way too far a walk. Nobody ever thinks of us fat girls.”

The sisters shared a conspiratorial snicker in a rare moment of true overweight comfort/

Guided by their noses and hungry bellies, the entrance of the mall opened into a long hallway with inlet shops on either wall.

They wobbled into the stream of traffic, dodging several young children that rushed out of a nearby arcade. Nino glanced into the loud area, spotting packs of kids surrounding several machines before Itsuki gently pressed her hand into her lower back.

“Come on, Mama,” Itsuki guided.

“I was just looking,” Nino pouted.

“Yeah,” Itsuki snickered, “because you’re so into video games.”

Nino snorted, though she shot a raspberry at her youngest sister. “I just wanna see what they have. What if the girls like games?”

“Then you can worry about that when they’re two,” Itsuki gently poked Nino’s tummy. “We’re here for your husband, not your daughters, remember?”

Nino tried to cross her arms over her chest but gave up when the tender flesh responded with a tensing sensation. “Fine, fine. I know.”

They passed by a cutout icon of the mall’s mascot, a tiny pig wearing a flower-covered robe, which posted the mall’s hours while inviting guests to check out the nearby spa. An infographic screen scrolled through the details, before which was a small group of school-aged girls. Nino thought she might recognize one, a pudgy girl with deep blue hair that frequented her café, but she was interrupted by a series of tiny claps.

“Ahh, there it is!” Itsuki cheered, bouncing on her heels before taking Nino’s arm.

The sisters broke off from the stream and entered a small line to a snack stand located in the center of the hall. Steam lifted from behind the glass counter of the red wooden cart, the scent of chocolate and cinnamon, of salt and of freshly baked bread spindling around both of the girls. It almost carried Nino, who now stood on her tiptoes to drink in the wonderful smells.

“Oooo,” Itsuki came up beside her, and together they peered through the glass. A small stovetop cooked two different platters of roasting nuts, one of which was being dusted with brown-sugar cinnamon, while the other was drizzled with sweet-melted chocolate.

A pair of teenage girls tended the booth, both wearing pink aprons beneath pink-and-white hats. Some part of Nino remembered that she should get presents for her staff at the café, while another, much louder, much fatter part of her body picked up on another scent. A hidden one, mixed with the bread.

It was sweet, very sweet… the scent of-

“Hi, can I help you?” one of the girls asked.

Itsuki folded her hands over stomach and gave the woman a warm grin. “Hi! I’d like a pack of cinnamon covered almonds. And one of the chocolates, as well.”

“Do you want a hot chocolate with that, or a lemonade?”

“Oho,” Itsuki chuckled, “I guess that scent was hot… Nino?”

Nino’s belly roared, ripples of fat quivering throughout her entire body as she stepped past Itsuki, her palms slapping the wood. “Barbeque,” she muttered, barely able to keep herself from drooling. “Meat.”

The teenager stepped back, staring at Nino with wide eyes before looking to her partner. The other girl ducked beneath the cart and there was a sharp ding before the hidden scent of barbequed pork flooded the stand.

From behind her, Itsuki rumbled, her nose rapidly lifting and falling while a red blush covered her cheeks. “Y-you guys have meat buns?”

The first teen stepped back as the other came up with a small tray. She lifted the top off of the tiny platter to revealing four large, fresh, smoldering meat buns.

“I’ll take all of them,” Nino said.

“H-hey!” Itsuki whined in tune with her tummy. “I want some!”

Nino snapped back, glaring at her sister from beneath her red bangs with enough ferocity that the very large woman released a very small chirp.

“Well, there’s four buns,” the cashier commented. “You guys can share two each.”

Nino rounded on the other girl, lifting herself up to her full, short, height. “Do I look like I’d be satisfied by just two meat buns?” she asked.

The girl did not answer, instead turning to Itsuki.

The huge woman’s face became an obese cherry, perfectly matching her hair as she crossed her hands over her stomach. “I-I could only eat one!”

Nino turned on her sister, and the two girls were so close that their tummies smushed into one another. “You already ordered your nuts!” Nino shouted. “I called them, that means they’re mine.”

Itsuki’s belly whined in-tune with her mouth. “I wanna adjust my order!” she stomped a hammy leg before the huge woman’s trembling rumble was silenced beneath a fat, spoiled, roar.

“You got your nuts. I’m taking the meat buns,” Nino dictated. “I smelled them first.”

“No fair, no fair!” Itsuki winced away as Nino’s hunger rippled so heavily that it made Itsuki jiggle. “You’re pregnant, your sense of smell’s better than mine!”

“Too bad!” Nino huffed and she puffed, poking Itsuki’s fat tummy. “You can call the shots when you’re carrying quintuplets! I’m eating for six,” said the girl who ate enough to satiate ten.

“I didn’t know those were an option!” Itsuki whined, but Nino had stopped listening.

She’d already turned around and was rummaging through her purse, handing the cashier her bunny-covered credit card. “And a large lemonade, please. And you can add whatever she wants on too.”

Nino snatched one of the meat buns before stepping to the side, taking a massive, meat-packed bite. Sweet red barbeque sauce exploded over her lips, spilling into her mouth with the delicious taste of pork. The barbequed meat bun was hot, spicy, and perfect for a cold winter day, matching perfectly with the fat furnace that was Nino Uesugi. A dribble of red coasted down her cheek, but Nino hardly felt it.

Passion had taken her now. The passion for food, for a packed stomach, which was so closely tied to another desire that Nino began feeling goosebumps perking up on her chest, with a pair of hands reaching around her fat belly.

She ignored these too, tilting on her hips, one arm crossed over her waist while she chewed. The sensation rumbled through her belly, the heat rose into her chest, and Nino felt a shuddering exaltation as she tried to, very calmly, take her next bite.

A deep, pleasureful moan escaped from the doughy Mama, making it so much worse for the scarlet Itsuki.

She walked past Nino with her head down and almost felt as if she had tears in her eyes. She was hungry too! If she’d known there was meat buns, she’d have ordered…

It took her a while, stepping in a slow, incensed, mourning waddle. She looked at the small tin of spoken-for meat buns and whispered, “No fair. I’m supposed to be the… Hnnmmmgghhh…”

The second girl at the stall cleared her throat before slowly asking, “You know we can just make more, right?”

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Nino leaned her head back, groaning deliciously at the final bite of her sixth meat bun. Her furnace-like tummy felt as if she were the perfect temperature, no longer baking now that Mama had eaten her fill.

“Ungh,” she let her tongue lull out as the tiny visions of hearts faded from her eyes.

She could swear he was there, kneading her stomach as he had so many times, but the tightness she felt deep inside her lower belly told her the truth. Nino had glutted herself in public. Again. She’d be lucky if she hadn’t popped another stich in her maternity dress or torn through the thighs of her tight leggings.

Out of all the wonderful things about her recent life, the young woman was willing to admit she mighthave, just maybe, completely and totally lost her sense of self-control when it came to indulging.

Nino ate until she was full, then past that threshold, stuffing her belly until she felt like she might pop. Almost every meal ended up this way. The strain on her body, the weight in her gut, Nino loved the wonderful sensation. It was the feeling of being a fat bratty bunny who had just filled her ‘fat fucking mouth.’

The phrase sailed through her mind quickly, but it brought with it the sense of cuffs on her arms and her wolf between her thighs.

God, she loved him so much, she could just kill him. Squeeze his stupid cute face between her thighs, smother him beneath her heavy breasts. She could just sit on his lap, feeling the tension from his groin rising up to prod her backside, teasing him about what a fatty she’d become. And if that bastard thought for a moment, he might not be getting the best fudging Christmas that a wife had ever given her husband, he had another thing coming!

Or… several things! Maybe!

Nino had no idea what she was going to get her husband for Christmas, and it bothered her immensely.

“Are you okay?” Itsuki asked, sipping at her hot chocolate. “You look really mad.”

“What?” Nino blinked, trying to reign in her flaring hormones. “Uhh, yeah. No, I mean… I’m fine. Just thinking about Fuutarou.”

There was a nervous pause before Itsuki asked, “Like… angry thoughts?”

Nino could already picture herself struggling against her cuffs and her choker, pushing him backwards onto their bed and crushing him beneath her.

“Yes,” she said, now smiling to herself.

Itsuki watched her for a few moments before nodding to herself. “I’m going to have to apologize in advance to Tsukuyo…”

“Probably,” Nino’s face lifted into a devilish smile.

Itsuki sighed, poking her so-far untouched third meat bun. “At least you seem to really appreciate the food,” she mumbled. “I’m kind of jealous…”

Nino lifted an eyebrow, her blue eyes looking openly down at Itsuki’s belly.

A long, heavy raspberry brought her attention back up towards Itsuki’s blushing face. “Whatever!” she lifted her meat bun, taking a hardy bite. “T’e barbaqu’ sauch i’fine, okay?” Her chubby cheeks swelled, chewing her food before swallowing. “It’s fine. Maybe three stars, but watching you eat feels like it’s just teasing me!”

Nino raised a hand to her chin, not even trying to hide her smile. “Oh? How do I eat?”

Itsuki opened her mouth wide, closed it, blushed even more, then took another small bite. “Like you’re fat,” she said sardonically.

It earned a delighted snigger from her sister, though she said nothing in reply. Nino just sat, her hands on her belly, wiggling on her fattened bottom, imagining his reaction to this conversation. Would he get turned on? Lift up her shirt, play with her belly? Maybe he’d lean down to kiss her, or nibble on her neck.

Passion and love spilled out from Nino, her snow-white skin emitting a pleased, pudgy, pregnant glow.

Itsuki finished off her third bun, licking her fingers free from the sauce. Automatically, she unwrapped the top to her first bag of nuts. “So, any luck for gift ideas?” she asked.

All of Nino’s sexual energy craved something violent. She wanted Fuutarou to throw her onto their bed, to pick her up and slam her against the wall. She wanted him to pull her hair, to feel his nails scratching into the folds of her fat.

“I was thinking, like, some underwear,” Nino said plainly.

It took her sister blinking for her to realize what she’d said.

“For me, dummy. Like, a romantic present. Dress up or… something.”

“Ohhhh,” Itsuki nodded. Then she blanched. “W-wait, are you guys… s-still…?”

“Eh? Of course we are,” Nino responded, chucking. “God, if we weren’t, I’d probably explode…”

Itsuki swallowed. “B-but you’re… you’ve…”

Nino puckered her lip. “You are fat too, you know! I haven’t heard you complain about your-”

“You’re pregnant!” Itsuki blathered loudly, blushing, and glancing around to make sure they weren’t overheard. “I didn’t know you could… you know, when you’re already…”

The growing mother couldn’t help but laugh. “You very much can, and, if you’re anything like me, you’ll constantly want to.”

Still red in the face, Itsuki kept looking around, as if their father might suddenly show up. “Is that true?” she asked. “I mean, we’ve technically got the same…”

Nino nodded. “You’ll go back and forth between wanting to kiss him and wanting to crush his pelvis. Most of the time, you’ll want to do both. And if you’re as big as you are now…”

Itsuki seemed to grow several degrees hotter.

“Oh, who am I kidding. You’ll probably be bigger.”

Itsuki glowed warmer still, though she didn’t deny this obvious truth. Instead, she asked, “S-s-so… um, like… lingerie would be… romantic?”

Nino snickered. “I don’t think these stores sell anything in quadruple extra-large.”

Then, the slightest bit of pride entered Itsuki’s expression. “I’m quintuple extra-large now,” she nervously laughed, still facing away from her sister. “Ever since I passed six-hundred.”

Nino sighed, but it became a slight chuckle. “Of course you are. My chubby little sister.”

Itsuki looked bashful before, quite suddenly, her expression shifted into a more tentative one, tapping her fingers together. “Do you think, if I ordered something, it’d show up on time?”

“Maybe get something else, juuuust incase,” Nino lifted her lemonade and winked.

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The girls finished their mid-morning lunch and began their slow plodding around the mall proper while Itsuki picked at her remaining bag of chocolate-almonds.

Thankfully, Nino found that she’d not burst any stiches, and that the only markings on her stockings were those from her constant chub-rub. They’d last her another few weeks.

Nino was extremely grateful for her love of soft, flowing dresses and cute, stylish skirts. She didn’t know how Itsuki managed with thighs so flabby and pants so tight. The girl must use enough denim to fund an entire factory, but she clearly had the money, and the hunger, to fund the issue.

The only problem that currently plagued Nino was this darned gift.

Shop after shop revealed no results. They checked out a game shop, leaving with nothing. Next was a bookstore, where only a few ideas stuck out to Nino, but nothing concrete. Itsuki, meanwhile, purchased six new fiction books, and insisted on stopping to cash in her coupon for a free muffin from the café.

Now sipping at a cup of black tea, Nino seriously considered going into a popular women’s underwear shop. She was more than twice the size of any mannequin, but the idea of simply wrapping a ribbon around her belly and presenting herself as the present, while enticing, seemed so… basic.

It wasn’t enough.

This was the year where they’d gotten pregnant with their children. Where they’d discovered their true passion for each other. Where Fuutarou started working out more and more so that Nino could grow fatter and fatter.

She wanted something for both of them. Something to commemorate the year with their daughters.

Even still, she was beginning to think about that big pink ribbon and a few pounds of chocolate when she finally spotted it.

Out of all the times she’d shopped at this mall, never once had Nino actually seen this shop. It was always a part of the background, hidden in plain sight right near the center.

“Maybe if you just baked him a…” Itsuki was saying before she realized she’d been talking to herself. “Nino?”

The large redhead turned around, nearly fatally striking a young boy with one of her dangerous hips. She saw Nino crowding the back-lit window of a shop before apologizing her way through the crowd and catching up to her sister.

“Hey! You know you could say…” she pandered off, seeing what Nino was looking at, both hands covering her cheeks as she excitedly grinned. “Do you think-”

“It’s perfect,” Nino interrupted.

The redheaded sisters entered the shop, passing by the numerous shelves and displays. Tiny towns had been erected on tall wooden tables, with little fake trees and little fake people.

There were miniature figures, sets of glue and of paints. Planes hung from the ceiling, cars were arranged by type and by model.

The store was largely empty, save for an older man with deeply tanned skin and bright gray hair. He wore a headpiece, examining a model car through an eyeglass while he painted on the hood with small detail brush. He looked up as the two ladies approached.

“Ahh. Good afternoon,” he bowed his head. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Good afternoon,” Nino bowed, hardly able to keep the excitement from her face. “I’m looking for a Christmas gift for my husband. Is that piece in the window for sale?”

The old man chuffed, placing the car down before lifting himself off his stool. He was shorter than the quintuplet sisters, and far, far, far skinnier, though he waddled in a similar gait as he passed them and made his way to the front. Nino followed him.

“You’ve got a fine eye,” he said to her. “A fine eye, indeed. Does your husband collect models?”

“No,” Nino said.

The old man glanced back at her and said with a sly grin. “He will after this one.”

Nino felt a burble of excitement inside of her tummy, not unlike the one of desire she’d felt earlier. She imagined her Fuu-kun’s face, tried to picture his voice. It would be perfect, she just knew it.

The shop keeper pressed into a spot near the wall, the slid it open to reveal the front windowsill. “Now, which were you looking at?” he asked. “We’ve got the diesel, the electric, and the-”

“That one,” Nino pointed as the man gestured to then third one. “The red and black.”

The man nodded, reaching onto the sill and withdrawing the deeply colored locomotive. “This here’s a steam engine,” he explained. “A Southern Pacific T1, to be specific. Four-Six-Zero. It’s got a working headlight and smoke unit, and a powerful motor.”

Nino nodded, feeling giddy when the man handed it to her. It was heavier than she expected, with the engine and coal cart still connected. The wheels spun gently under her finger but seeing the decal of the engine up close put her heart in her throat.

Written in perfect red was the number 295. Nino, her family, and their five little daughters.

She swallowed, looking over the cars and having no idea what she was even looking for before saying, “I’ll need some passenger carts.”

The man nodded towards the miniature town, where a model train let out a soft horn as it came around the track. They returned to Itsuki, who gave Nino a huge foolish smile that she could feel reflected on her own chubby cheeks, before Nino passed her the locomotive.

“Well, well. And here I thought he’d never find a hobby,” Itsuki teased, holding the engine in one and the coal cart in the other. It looked so much larger than it had in the window, nearly as wide as the large woman’s chest. “Will it really work?”

“Oh yes,” the man nodded. “The engine is powered from the rails you’ll set down. This one should have no problem handling any kind of weight you set on him.”

Nino giggled to herself, then covered the laugh as Itsuki shifted a glare to her smile.

The shopkeeper continued, not noticing the quiet interaction. “Of course, we include some tracks with each cart. Should help your husband get started on that. Now, for passenger carts…” he paused, circling the counter, “How many were you thinking?”

“Five,” Nino said, ideas fluttering inside of her head. “And do you paint these yourself?” she tapped the coal cart. “I was wondering if you might be able to add something here.”