Struggling Diet Warriors Chapter 7: Sunrise (Revamped!) (Patreon)

Ami Kawashima slept soundly.

In her dreams, the girl saw neither the horror of flashing lights nor the terror that was that cold stage. Instead, she sat on a bar stool, her plush rear hanging over either end, her taste buds dancing as she sipped at a delicious root beer float.

Someone sat with her at the bar. Ami was talking to them, swinging her legs in the air and enthralled with how good her drink tasted, but there was more to it than the chill on her lips and the taste on her tongue.

There was a warmth in her belly, right where the ice cream floated down with the bubbly soda. She could feel it mixing in circles as she swayed on her seat, feeling almost intoxicated by the drink and her company.

Sometimes it was Ryuuji, and he’d be talking about what the perfect meal to complement their cream-heavy floats. Other times, it was Taiga, who kept poking Ami’s side and saying she could definitely outdrink her, if only Ami wasn’t hogging the best and biggest mug.

The extra-large beauty took an extra-large sip, delectable vanilla washing over her lips, before setting her mug down with a satisfied gasp. She looked to her companion, noticing they had unexpectedly shifted into an exceptionally chubby Minori. Ami watched in fascination while the redhead guzzled at her mug, drinking almost as deep as the sapphire piglet.

When Minori thunked it down on the table, her large tankard had been replaced by rectangular apple pie with a huge chomp missing.

Minori turned, looking back to Ami inside of their dream. The redhead’s bright purple eyes lit up in recognition and she held up her pie. “To the end of diets!” she cried.

Ami heartily raised her float, knocking it against Minori’s belly-packing treat before the girls leaned back in their burden-packed seats and made their full bellies stretch even further.

When she awoke, Ami was smiling.

Then she saw her clock, and she screamed.

Her blankets were torn free, joining the casualties of her ripped wardrobe laying on the floor of her room. “Noooo!” she panicked, hurrying to her window. She threw open the blackout drapes, unleashing the gray glow of twilight into her room. The faint light of day lit her nude body, and she self-consciously covered her breasts while she backed away from the window.

Ami rushed past her clock and began tearing her drawers open.

“Stupid!” she cursed herself, flinging her blue skirt onto the bed. “You’re gonna miss breakfast again!! I knew I should have set the damn alarm, ugggggh!” She hurried to her closet, snatching a white button down and one of her red jackets.

Porky fingers seized a towel and a bland pair of underwear from her drawer before Ami rushed to the nearby bathroom. Entering the room, Ami’s foot snagged on a bundle of moist, unwashed towels that lay on the tile floor, nearly tripping the girl. She kicked them to the side before scurrying into the shower.

“No, no,” she told herself as her hands went on autopilot, turning on the water and grabbing for her shampoo bottle. “You’ve still got time if you hurry. It’ll be fine. Huh?”

Ami paused, thrown off by the water that gushed over her body. She looked at the setting and saw, for the first time in months, she’d flicked the water all the way to warm. She blinked at it, feeling the comfort of the water trickling over her body as steam began to rise over her fattened curves.

In here, there was nothing Ami could hide herself behind. There was no tight garter, no bulky sweatsuit. It was just her, her doughy body, and the water.

The numbness of the cold usually helped, it focused her mind on the water rather than on her size, but today the tingling warmth of the water washing over her felt… good. Her body folded near the waist, forming a pair of love handles to hold up her round, heavy belly. Her thighs had little marks where stretching had permanently bruised her skin. Water clung to Ami, seeping over every fat hill, constantly reminding the girl just how ruined her figure was.

Yet, today, the temperature simply felt… nice. Comforting, warm.

Ami shook her head. What was she doing? Wasting time!

She stepped deeper into the water, flipping her hands through her long sapphire hair. It was sticky and gross, and a foul brown substance trickled from it, trailing over the curves of her pudge.

Fudge, she remembered, and internally cringed. Her hands quickly retrieved a second squirt of shampoo and washed out her hair. Then Ami surprised herself again, twisting the cap off of her bottle of conditioner. She lathered it through her sapphire locks, taking careful measure to let it soak as she washed the rest of her body. She even turned up the heat a touch more, so warm that it made her soft skin turn pink, before she dipped her head under and washed herself out.

She clamored out of the shower, quickly toweling herself off and looking into the small mirror.

Her hair was still soaked, but she didn’t have time to dry it. Not only that, but Ami also had no idea what had even become of her hair dryer. Not her curling iron, her moisturizer, nor any of her beauty supplies. Yet the slight gleam the conditioner gave her dark blue hair made it look healthy, tended, and it caused a tightening in the girl’s chest that she instantly mislabeled as hunger.

She turned about, hanging her towel on a hook so it could dry out, and then hurried from the room. “I am not going another day without breakfast,” she vowed. “Most important meal of the day.”

Ami checked the clock once more after getting dressed. It was 7:45 now, only a quarter until 8am. She’d only be able to make it if she really rushed.

Still, the young girl she found herself hesitating in her room.

She went over to her dresser and gently outstretched her fingers to the wall behind. A large purple blanket hung from the wall. For four months it had hung there, as if it were pinned by nails and might never come down.

It came free at the simplest tug, and Ami’s reflection was revealed. Her landscape mirror showed Ami silhouetted against the growing light of morning. It showed her messy room, her dejected bedding, her sloppy dresser, but Ami looked at herself and saw Ami.

She stared into her own deep violet eyes for several seconds, just watching as her anxious pupils twitched. The girl swallowed, nodded, then grabbed her school bag, and hurried from the room.

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Ami was gasping for air. She’d been running for at least two minutes, which was far longer than any sensible adult ever actually ran. Where Ami was concerned, the act of growing up meant that you never ran anywhere or did anything that required you to force yourself to feel pain.

Yet she needed to hurry if she were going to make it on time. So, she wobbled in the half-loafing manner she’d convinced herself was proper running, cursing the nature of cardio.

She scampered past the school, sweat dribbling down from her bangs. Ami told herself it was a good thing she didn’t wear a bra, because it’d definitely be getting in the way right now while she pumped her arms back and forth. It’d also be super itchy, and scratchy, and all the other reasons she didn’t wear any of the bras she owned due to their exposed wires and broken clasps.

Having big boobs wasn’t supposed to be so strenuous. But then, bras were far from the only garments that Ami had outgrown.

She missed having cute underwear.

It took her almost fifteen minutes to rush the four blocks to Hachinomori central market, stuck somewhere in what Ami thought was a sprint and a piggy’s pitter-patter. By the time she reached the long bustling street, she had to stop on the nearby stand, clutching her chest and trying to control the shaking in her thighs.

Her knees felt as if they were about to give out while Ami gasped for air, unable to keep any of it in her overworked chest. Sweat dribbled all the way to her soft chin, falling in fat droplets to the sidewalk below.

“Are you okay, dearie?” the shopkeeper asked. A kindly old woman with dark skin and short gray hair. “You look like you’ve almost having a heart attack.”

Ami gasped, unable to reply. She doubled over, trying to get a hold of her breathing. Finally, she managed, “I-I really… I really need to get… a car.”

“A car?” the old woman puzzled. Then she worried, “Oh, you poor thing. Did you hike here all the way from the suburbs?”

Ami looked at her, sweaty and confused. “N-no?” she shook her head. “Who the hell would walk from there… ugh…”

“Well,” the woman hesitated. “Some people need to.”

“Yeah, poor people,” Ami huffed. She felt grateful for the cool breeze that swept down the lane. “I’m like… half a mile. Which is still too far!” she complained.

“Ahhh… yes, I suppose it is,” the old woman said, looking down at Ami’s pinched belly. “Well, can I help you with anything?”

Ami shook her head. She’d managed to get her breath back, her hips bouncing as she wobbled up straight. She tried a joke, grinning to the old woman. “You can tell Raiko to move closer to my house,” she grunted a laugh.

“Ahhh… That explains it,” the shopkeeper nodded sagely.

“Explains what?” Ami asked, not catching the meaning.

The old woman responded, “Oh, nothing dear. Just her donuts.”

“Oh…” Ami turned back to the lane, holding each breath in her chest. “Yeah, they’re really good. I come here almost every morning.”

“I’m sure they are,” the woman spoke patiently.

Ami paused, finally catching sight of the shop. Baskets of flowers hung from the stall, with numerous pots filled with colorful blossoms. The woman was being pleasant, which made Ami feel a bit bad considering she’d nearly collapsed on top of her booth. An idea snapped to her and she began looking around.

“Actually, umm, can I get a flower?” she asked. “Do you have anything blue?”

The shopkeeper’s patience became a soft beam.

Ami came away from the store with a deep blue kiku. She wrapped it tight in her hand before moving on quickly from the shop. A glance to her phone told her it was just past eight, so she wouldn’t have much time to stop and chat.

Raiko, the owner of ‘Sugary Sweets,’ had apparently planned for that. Ami barely came up to the stand before she had a white bag was thrust into her hand by the chubby doughnut maker. “Why are you so late?” Raiko laughed, her long braids shaking merrily. “Get going!”

“O-oh, hi Raiko,” Ami began.

The woman’s body thrust as she began waving with her hand. “Stop by after class, we can talk later!”

“Okay…” Ami said. She hesitated. “I-I actually might need lunch today too.”

Raiko smirked, flashing a rare glimmer in her dark green eyes. “Just like the last two weeks?” she intoned, tapping her nose. “It’s in there, a box of truffles and some mini-pies.”

Ami nearly melted. “Thank you, Ma’am!” she bowed.

Raiko placed her hands on her large fluffy hips. “Call me Ma’am again, and you’ll be paying double!!” she threatened.

“T-thanks Raiko,” Ami blushed, a heavy pink tinge coloring her cheeks.

Raiko grinned broadly. “That’s better. Girls like us gotta stick together! Now get going!!”

Ami hesitated, wanting to ask what she meant by that, but knew she had to move or else she might be late. She bowed once more and shouted another “Thanks!” before hurrying back down the lane.

Ami liked Raiko. Not only because the woman made some of the best doughnuts in the city, which is why Ami went so far out of her way every morning to pick up a pair rather than stop at any of the normal chains along the way. No, Ami liked her because it seemed like the woman was so stable. Hardly in her twenties, Raiko owned and operated her own shop in the busiest part of town, yet she always seemed to have time to chat. That was how they traded names in the first place.

It would be kind of inspiring if the woman weren’t also so brazenly fat.

In a way, Ami pitied Raiko too. The girl probably had no idea how good it felt to show off her sexy body, or to have people gaping at her while she strut around in a bikini. She’d never feel the warmth of the sun on her belly and the eyes of every man at the beach.

The self-disparaging part of Ami’s mind tried to shout, ‘Yeah, neither will you,’ but it was lost beneath more pressing thoughts from the sapphire piglet.

Raiko just hung out at her bakery, chatting about food or cooking up more of her delectable treats. It was like that other girl, the high schooler with the huge loopy hair. Raiha, or something, who Ami had only ever seen at that yummy café.

Ami chuckled to herself. Raiko, Raiha. She was glad her name didn’t have Rai-anything, else she might also end up as some cook, and Ami was far better at eating than she was cooking.

Although maybe baking…

Ami’s cravings directed her back to her bag, the sapphire foodie unable to wait until she got to campus. She pulled the first pastry from her bag while plodding down the lane. The portly Raiko obviously knew her craft, taking extra care when she wrapped the doughnuts so that the fresh frosting never melted and stuck to the bag.

Ami bit into a double-chocolate Long John with a heaping of extra sprinkles. The sugar explosion spread over her body while crumbling chocolate began to melt inside of her mouth.

Ami loosened a satisfied groan. Her tummy grumbled hungrily, impatient for her tongue to finish sampling the deliciousness and to share in the sugar. She swallowed the first bite, letting the calorie explosion tumble directly to her belly before clamping down on her second bite.

She ate slowly, lovingly, tasting every drop of flavor before pulling it down into her gut. While she did, she paid no attention to where she walked, and was nearly killed by a speeding brown blur tearing past as she neared the street’s exit.

It flashed by Ami in only an instant, freezing the girl in mid-stride and mid-bite, her violet eyes nearly as wide as her tummy while the passing gust scattered her hair around her shoulders.

“Taigaaa,” a voice whined pathetically. Ami stood up sharper, her hair bristling as she recognized the exasperated tone, before Ryuuji rounded the corner behind the brown hedgehog. “Wait up! You run too fast.”

Then, he stopped midstride, recognizing Ami ahead of him, still frozen with half of the doughnut crammed into her mouth.

“Oh, Kawashima… good morning,” he halted.

The young man averted his eyes, scratching his temple uncomfortably and sending a cold spike through Ami’s stomach.

Ami nearly dropped her doughnut, fumbling for her hands. “H-here,” she said, holding out the flower along with the end of her pastry. Then, recognizing this fatty betrayal, her fingers twisted again. She dropped the white bag, grabbed the last of her sweet and slammed it into her mouth before pushing the flower out to her full reach. “I’m schry,” she shouted through her dough-packed mouth with eyes squeezed shut.

She didn’t even chew for a moment, not recognizing the taste in her cheeks and feeling like a complete fool. She was startled when she felt his fingers on hers, turned up to see him holding the flower with her.

Ryuuji wore an easy smile.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Ami swallowed. Unchewed, the doughnut quickly logged into her throat and sent her doubling over into a coughing fit.

“H-hey, Kawashima!” Ryuuji reacted, moving forward.

A sudden impact on her back dislodged the obstruction. Half-chewed dough tumbled down her gullet, landing in her belly with an audible *boof!* Through teary eyes Ami glanced back to see Taiga’s ferocious expression.

“Frikin’ piglet,” the midget spat, then looking up to Ryuuji. “What the hell is that? Did you stop to pick flowers on the way?! Slow ass!!”

“N-no,” Ryuuji started.

Taiga jabbed Ami’s side, finger sinking almost deep enough to prod the dissolving doughnut. “Why the hell are you wearing your jacket? It’s summer courses, take it off you idiot.”

Ami balked, realizing for the first time that Taiga was wearing only her white shirt with her blue skirt. Ryuuji, too, was only his white dress shirt and uniform pants.

“O-oh,” her voice quavered. “Okay…”

Taiga grabbed Ryuuji by the arm and tugging him after her. “I’m not picking out your lunch for you, come on!!”

“Are you always so moody without breakfast?” he asked, following behind.

“Yes!!” she snarled. “So don’t wake up so damn late, idiot!”

He reluctantly marched after her, but he looked over his shoulder to Ami. “See you at school!” he called, gesturing with the flower.

“Y-yeah,” she called back, waving. She turned back and scooped her bag off the concrete, then continued on her way towards campus.

Then, when she was sure nobody else could hear, Ami giddily squealed.

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Ami arrived at school just five minutes before the bell would ring. She spent the entire walk over thinking about the flower and her apology and it even occurred to her that Taiga had smacked her like she’d said in her note, so now maybe she wouldn’t get punched! That would be nice.

It took her until she got to the campus that she realized she was still wearing her jacket. She took it off and haphazardly stuffed it into her school bag. Then she grimaced at the sorry state of her dress shirt.

Large pools of sweat marked the areas of her underarms. The shirt was pulled tight, outlining her entire body, and she had absolutely no way to hide herself beneath it. Her pink flesh glowed ever so faintly through the tight fabric, and it was likely obvious to anybody that she wasn’t wearing a bra given the look of her breasts.

She hesitated before taking the jacket back out of her bag. The school staff would understand, she could tell them her shirt just had a rip in it or something, right?

Her fussing was interrupted before she could put it back on by a friendly call of her name.

“Ami, hey!” came Maya’s voice.

Ami bristled before slapping a large grin on and turning. “Maya, how ar-”

Ami’s voice caught in her throat when she was Maya. The girl’s long orange hair was pulled back into an odd ponytail, and she wore her gym uniform over her body. “Oh thank God,” Maya muttered, unzipping her front. Beneath, her white dress shirt clung tightly to the curves of her body. “I thought I was the only one who was working out this morning, I completely forgot it today is the uniform switch, and now I feel all sweaty.”

“Huh? Working out?” Ami asked. Then, stuffing her jacket back into her bag she caught up. “Oh yeah!! I was! Yeah, cause yesterday, you know?”

Maya’s hand went to her stomach. “God, I felt like such a piglet,” she laughed, not noticing Ami’s grimace. “I still can’t believe how much I ate. And then Nanako…” Maya raised her hand to whisper. “Did you know she ripped her sweatpants? She couldn’t even button her skirt when we got back to her place.”

Ami remembered. She remembered the sound of snapping threads, and how that had put such a huge smile on her face. Now the sound made her feel nervous, as if it were about to come from Ami’s own clothing.

“Oh, gosh,” Ami laughed awkwardly.

Maya took off her jacket, holding it out expectantly. Ami hesitantly took it, her tongue sticking out as the heavy stench of salty exertion hit while Maya danced out of her sweatpants. She had her skirt on beneath, but even that looked a bit off.

There was something different about Maya today. Nothing dramatic, but there was definitely something…

Then, noticing the purple-haired girl’s absence, Ami asked, “Where’s Nanako at, anyways?”

Maya shrugged, fixing her skirt and patting her thighs. “I was gonna ask if you’ve seen her. I only just got here.”

Ami remembered the tension that had formed the day before between the pair. Nanako’s angry demeanor, Maya’s hesitance. Both girls hanging off of her shoulders, both trying to help her after she’d gotten fudge in her hair.

“Hmm,” Ami thought, “I hope she’s okay... She seemed really mad yesterday.”

Maya grunted. “Yeah, I think…” she paused, eyes glancing over Ami. “I think that might have been over a misunderstanding.”

“Oh,” Ami shuffled, handing the orange-haired girl her gym clothes back. “I hope it’ll get cleared up soon.”

“Me too,” Maya said. “Thanks.” She paused for a moment before the girls began walking up to the school building together. “How’d things go with… everything?”

Ami tilted her head. “Oh, well, things are good. Great, actually!” she grinned, feeling the smile come naturally this time. “I’m doing pretty great today.”

Maya returned the sincere grin while they joined the crowd. “That’s good. Everything handled with that… guy?”

The flood of students moved along. The girls broke off into the line for the stairwell.

Ami perked her lips. “Oh, uhh, yeah! Ryuuji and I made up this morning.”

Maya paused. “Takasu? That’s… not what I… wait, this morning? Do you two live close together?” she asked.

Ami shook her head. “Nope! Ran into each other at the market.” She wavered back and forth, almost dancing as they walked up the stairs. “I’m just really lucky, so things always end up working out for me.”

“Yeah?” her companion snorted. “I’m jealous.”

They came to the top, the crowd shrinking down to a trickle as everyone entered their classrooms before the final bell. The overweight sapphire twittered, “Thanks!”

“So,” the other asked, “whatcha got in the bag?”

“Hmm?” Ami came down from the clouds. “Oh! Breakfast. Didn’t finish it yet, I kinda forgot.”

Maya perked up. “Oho? Is it some kinda protein bar? That’s what I had.”

“Not exactly,” Ami winced, “but close! It’s a model state secret,” she tried a wink her grin, unaware that the expression now gave her a soft double chin.

The expression seemed to shake Maya. “Oh, interesting…” she paused for a second before a bit of pep came into her voice. “I’m not really at model body yet, but I’m trying!”

Ami nodded, understanding. “That’s what they say is the first step, trying.” She looked back down to her bag. “Anyway, I’m gonna go get something to drink and finish breakfast. I’ll see you in class?” she asked.

“For sure!” Maya called back. She waved and the girls parted, Ami making her way over to the vending machines around the far corner of the building.

Here, at the top of the rear stairwell, the section nearby was almost entirely empty. A student or two would sometimes hurry past, but as the warning bell rang, everyone hustled off to where they needed to be. Ami had only three minutes to finish her remaining breakfast.

Still, she didn’t want to be seen shoveling food in her face. She looked around the area, gazing over the railing. The machines were pushed far back enough that someone coming up or going down the stairs wouldn’t see her unless she was standing out in the open. She ducked her head back and, between the pair of machines, Ami spotted a bit of a gap. She turned to look down the hallway before looking back in.

It wasn’t too wide, but it would definitely be enough if she stuck herself in sideway. Ami lowered her schoolbag to the front of the machine before straightening her back and sucking in her belly.

That alone nearly made the buttons on her chest snap free. An audible tension could be heard from her outfit, but the fat girl was too tired and too hungry to pay her chest any mind. Her belly, which she couldn’t see and instead had to guide solely by feel, was now pulled almost tight enough to not fold over her skirt, but with each little puff her strained waistband became ever more burdened.

Her arms bent upward at the elbow, Ami sidled herself to the left, clutching the white paper bag with her inward hand. She felt her butt smack against the rear machine, forcing her to thrust her hips forward until her thighs flattened and let her pass in.

She was crammed tight, her body smothering the siding, but she had just enough room to twist her arm and deposit the bag onto her chest. Using her breasts as a table, Ami was able to fish out her treasured vanilla sprinkled doughnut, then knocked the bag from her fat chest and onto the wiring of the machines near her inward foot.

Ami wiggled slightly, gripping the doughnut in one arm while her other unconsciously tried to tug her shirt back down to cover her belly. The vanilla seemed so much brighter in the darkness, the colorful sugar sprinkles glistening tastefully.

Vanilla was Ami’s favorite of the pair that she got almost every morning. She always saved that one for last, savoring the moment as she inserted the pastry into her mouth and softly moaned as she took her first bite.

Again, she chewed the food slowly, relishing each chomp. Her tongue danced between her teeth, slurping the glaze free before sending the entire thing down. The bountiful sugar quickly ballooned her growing mood. She knew she was on a time limit, but Ami Kawashima just didn’t care.

She swallowed her first bite, teasing her hunger by slowly nibbling onto her second. Short, hungry, tiny snuffles came from the piglet’s private space as she chewed through her meal before her belly loosed a content rumble and she rubbed her vibrating, exposed crest.

“Mhmm,” the sapphire piglet hummed to herself.

“Mhhmmmmm,” a dangerous predator responded.

Ami whipped to the right, then had to tuck her chin inward to look down on Taiga’s face. The front of her was covered in shadow, so close to the entrance to Ami’s tight hideaway, the grin of a demon set wide on her lips.

“Enjoying breakfast?” Taiga asked.

Internally, Ami began to panic, but she had frozen. She was as still as an overweight deer before, numbly, the girl nodded.

Taiga’s voice dripped with honey, “Did you save any for me?” She twisted on her hips, hands clasped before her.

Even more slowly, Ami shook her head.

Taiga’s sharp grin grew to a knife’s point. She stepped inward, her lithe body passing into the space without any problem, before lifting her hand to Ami’s side and began to firmly push the fat girl inward.

Ami groaned, her tummy uncomfortably tight and her legs shuffled onto the wires of the machine, crinkling the bag beneath her. “Noooo,” she quietly batted at Taiga’s hand, knowing it was useless.

“Yeeees,” Taiga whispered, walking herself into the crack to get Ami stuck all the way to the wall.

“Why the hell are you even here?” Ami softly grumbled, trying in vain to push herself back. It was getting tighter, and she was so far in that her other arm could find purchase on the wall, but her feet had begun to lose traction as she was forced onto the chords.

“The universe couldn’t hide this from me,” Taiga giggled. She pushed Ami all the way in till the piglet’s fat feet were slipping uselessly on the floor. The only thing keeping her upright was just how well wedged her stomach and rear were into the frame, smothering her tightly between the machines. The final bell rung, and Taiga reached up and flicked Ami’s boob. “There, that should hold you. I’ll come back for lunch to make sure you don’t starve.”

Taiga then giggled to herself and turned completely around without any issue. Her dark chuckle heightened as she neared the edge, but her laugh was cut short when Ami’s hammy fist descended on her head.

“Aie!!” she scampered, nearly falling forward, but held back by the pull of Ami’s fist in her hair.

“Fix me, you twerp!” Ami hissed, trying to keep the scene quiet. “Or else neither of us leaves.”

“Lemme go, piglet!” Taiga roared. “Ragh!!” The machines let out an incredible thunder as Taiga’s arms smacked against them, quivering enough to make Ami shiver. “Who the heck do you think you are, making orders of me!” Taiga darted outward of the crevice, but her head couldn’t move. “YOOW!!”

“Get me out, and I’ll let you go,” Ami demanded. “All I want is, hey! Cut it out!”

Taiga had spun about to begin clawing at Ami’s body. The girl’s belly could hardly jiggle, but the light shirt gave nearly no protection against Taiga’s hands. Luckily for Ami, she was thick enough that Taiga’s claws could cause no damage.

Unluckily, they had a much different effect.

“Hehe- Q-quit it! Ahhheh ahheheh!!” Ami belted out, trying desperately not to laugh as Taiga pawed at her side. The tiger affixed her claws near her round arm, dancing against Ami’s sweat marks. “S-s-stop!” she shouted, as laughter began to wreck her body. “Hahahahahahaha! Y-you troll doll!!!”

“Lemme go lemme go lemme go!!” Taiga ordered. She grabbed Ami by the wrist and began tugging her. Ami felt herself being pulled upright, her belly and breasts sliding against the machines, but her stomach was throbbing with such heavy laughter that she still couldn’t right herself. She leaned forwards, chest rocking the machines from her powerful laugh while Taiga pulled her back to her feet and tugged her towards the opening.

Taiga got into the open and finally stopped tickling, instead her hands locked around Ami’s doughy bicep. Ami was still pattering out from the laugh, leaning out towards Taiga, who was using all of her weight and strength to pull the fat girl free.

The pair was halted by the fringe of the machine. At the last moment, Ami realized that the buttons of her shirt were clutching the plastic and tried to suck in her gut before Taiga loosened a ferocious growl and Ami came free with an audible *pop!*

She immediately lost her footing, body rushing down the littler girl, and the rivals released a pair of startled screams as they fell to the tile with Ami on top. She landed on Taiga belly first, flattening most of the small brunette’s torso, with arms spreading wide while the tiger yelped as if she were hit by a truck.

In a flash, her little fists began pounding into Ami’s waist. “Gettooffa me you pig! Elephant! Walrus, whale!”

“Cut it out!” Ami doubled over, unintentionally dropping her head into Taiga’s flat chest before she rolled free, clutching her tummy. “That hurts, you twerp!”

Taiga rushed to her feet, a hand brushing her chin before stabbing a finger towards the grounded Ami. “Good! So does getting crushed by your fat ass!”

The little brunette turned around to storm off, and nearly ran straight into the crossed arms of their middle-aged teacher.

The older woman wore a severe expression, adjusting the glasses atop her nose. “Well, well. Miss Aisaka. I was wondering who could be so brazen to be blaring so loudly while being late to class.” Then her eyes went to Ami, who was grimacing from her knees. “And you’ve made Kawashima late too, it would seem.”

“What?!” Taiga demanded, looking back. “No way, she made me late! She got stuck between the machines!”

The teacher raised an eyebrow. “Did she, now?”

Taiga inhaled to continue her tirade, but Ami spoke up.

“I-I did, Ma’am. It’s…” she looked down at the tile guiltily. “It’s my fault.”

The teacher paused.

“Huh?!” Taiga demanded.

“I got stuck and Taig… Aisaka,” she corrected, “was helping me out. I dropped something back there.”

“What did you drop?” the woman asked.

Ami thought quick. “M-my bag. It floated back there, and I didn’t want to… litter.”

“Hmm,” the teacher sighed. “Well, next time, Kawashima, you should think to have someone smaller do a little task like that. Aisaka could have gotten it for you.”

“Y-yeah,” Ami sweat. “Leave little tasks to little people, got it.”

Taiga glared.

“Well, I can’t punish good intentions…” the teacher went on. “We have enough going on as it is. Come on now, hurry to class.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Ami said. She pulled herself off the floor, dusting off her skirt.

The teacher hesitated. “Err, Aisaka…” she pointed. “See if you can find Kawashima’s buttons? It seems a few came loose.”

Taiga turned to look at Ami while the pudgy girl leaned forward, trying to see past her breasts.

“Oh no,” Ami muttered. She could see the crest of her belly wobbling out the front of her shirt, a double chinned pout forming as her hand felt the length of her button-busted shirt. Three buttons had come off, two on her tummy and one near her boobs, exposing Ami’s belly button and the fat of her cleavage.

She sighed, going to her school bag. “I knew I should have just worn the jacket from the start,” she mourned as she unfurled the messy garment.

Taiga, for her part, went back into the gap. She came out with three buttons and the white paper bag, handing them to Ami, whose risqué appearance was now mostly covered beneath her bright jacket.

Satisfied, the teacher nodded. “Alright, good. If you’d like, Kawashima, I can show you how to fix your shirt during break.”

“I’ll do it,” Taiga said simply.

Ami scrunched her face in suspicion and looked at her. “You? Why would you do it?”

Taiga shrugged. “I keep needle and thread in Minorin’s purse.”

“You keep it in her purse?” Ami asked.

“That’ll be fine, then.” The teacher nodded to the pair and then extended an arm towards the classroom. “Let’s go, ladies.

The pair marched wordlessly past the teacher and to the classroom. They were affixed with dozens of staring eyes when they entered.

Taiga held her head high and marched past them, while Ami instead felt herself wilt just a little. She shuffled over to her seat, nervously smiling and brushing her messy hair behind her ear. Then, as she passed, she noticed a pair of empty seats.

The teacher followed them in a moment later, taking immediate notice. “Where are Nanako and Kushieda?” she asked the class.

“Nanako’s not coming today.” Ami recognized Maya’s voice from the other side of the class, noting the tang of bitterness. “She says she’s sick.”

The teacher nodded. “And Kushieda?” she asked.

“Here I am!” called a bright voice from the hall.

Minori Kushieda entered the classroom, like Ami, belly first. Her tummy wobbled inside of her tight gym uniform, even the bulky clothing riding up upon her waist. Ami’s mouth dropped open at the redhead’s mushy figure. In a single day she’d gone from slim to fluffy. Not exactly fat, but more than halfway there.

Her belly quivered beneath extremely tight fabric, waggling desperately to be released from its prison, and straining the teeth on her zipper to burst.

“Sorry I’m late,” she giggled from chubby cheeks, “I didn’t have anything to wear.”

The teacher started at her with wide eyes before stammering. “N-nothing to… Oh… Umm, that’s alright Kushieda… please have a seat and we’ll… begin.”

“Okay!” she chuckled, hopping into motion. Her body jiggled as she walked, belly wobbling up and down, showing a navel indention through the tight track clothes.

“Oh my God,” a guy whispered quietly.

She wobbled to her desk, just in front of Ami’s, and sat down. There were numerous slight tears in the thighs of her sweatpants, and her backside completely filled out her seat.

Ami reached forward, tapping Minori on the back, promptly aware that the redhead wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her tight outfit either. “Err, Minori?” she whispered.

“Hmm?” the pudgy girl looked over her shoulder. “Oh, hi Ami, how are you?”

“G-good…” Ami said, unsure where to go with it.

“Jesus Christ… she’s contagious!” came an alarmed whisper.

There was a sudden sound of metal scrapping on tile as every girl in the class suddenly slid their desk two feet further from the center of the room. Every single girl dashed away from the pair except for Taiga, who was looking around furiously, and Maya.

The orange-haired girl who was looking down at her soft body with her hazelnut eyes muttering, “Oh no, oh no, oh God please no...”