[$20] Orihime's Diet Journal 2 (Beta Copy) (Patreon)

Have you ever eaten a cookie-dough brownie?

If you have, good! Cause that means you’re me (✿◠‿◠)

If you haven’t, then get the heck out of my journal!!!!!!!!!!! \(#`Д´#)ﾉ

PRIVATE SPACE!! ( ≧Д≦)

SECRET DIET TECHNIQUES!!! (;｀O´)o

FAT GIRLS ONLY!!

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nnnnoooooOOOO!!! Why did I type that?!?!?!?!

Now it’s just stuck there!! And in huge bold text, too! I could have said anything else, what the heck is wrong with meeeeeeeee?!?!?

Don’t answer that o(✿≧□≦)o

Ugh. The biggest problem with me is how darn hungry I am…

(´～｀ヾ)

Okay, so, I labeled this as entry number two, but it’s still Saturday night. I just… took a bit of a… snack break…

The diet doesn’t start until tomorrow, okay?!

Okay

Blaahh…

We have to go clothing shopping too. At least summer is over, so I can get some nice bulky sweaters. Maybe some hoodies, and a couple pairs of those stretchy pants. I don’t even want to picture how I’d look in shorts…

Well, now I am. It’s pretty bad.

Ohhhhh, now I’m thinking of underwear and it’s getting worse…

I’m so chunky (✿´•̥̥̥ ‸ •̥̥̥` )

I don’t know what size I am now, and I think that’s what’s got me stressed so badly… Cause it’s, like, all of me! It’s not just my chest or my thighs or-

I’m huge! I’m not supposed to be huge! I’m five-two, I’m supposed to be tiny! Cute little Orihime, not a short, fatty, pumpkin girl… But here I am, flattening my chair with my big hammy booty while my love handles are being pinched by the darn arm rest, dreaming about a dessert I haven’t had since I was eight!

I want cookie-dough brownies so baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddddddd!!!

(´;︵;`)

That first bag of chips? It’s gone. And so is the second one that I grabbed from the pantry, and now there’s only some chocolate teacakes but it’s getting late but I’m so darn hungry and I can feel my stomach jiggling on my thighs when it rumbles. It’s not supposed to touch my thighs, much less be suffocating them!!

I need new clothes.

Maybe that’ll help. I hope it will.

It probably won’t.

I don’t want to stand back up. I don’t want to trundle back to the pantry, or to the fridge, or to the freezer, because I’m so freaking fat that I’m afraid I’ll eat through all of our groceries. Not that we don’t have time for it tomorrow… I mean, we’ll be in town anyways… right?

No!

NO NO NO

Don’t start!

I can’t keep rationalizing things like that, it’s only day one!! I can’t I can’t I can’t, I’ve just got to sit here and… and type. About being… fat…

What I need is a cup of tea… which, I mean, that’s what teacakes are for… right?

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I’m back.

And… slightly annoyed at myself… but, honestly? I’m also kind of relieved.

I feel a bit better. I made a cup of sleepy-time tea, which has chamomile, tila flowers, and some yummy blackberry leaves for flavoring. And I had… umm, well, we’re out of teacakes now too, cause I ate the whole bag.

There wasn’t that many left though!! Only… Umm…… About eight (╥_╥)

I’ve never been a good liar. I don’t know why I still try that sometimes. It’s almost sort of like a natural reaction, like how back in high school I’d tell myself I was happy all the time.

…

Okay, that sounded way way way less depressing in my head (^_^;) I don’t mean that like it sounds, I promise! Things are… well, heck, things would be great if I didn’t feel like an oversized piggy…

It’s just something to kind of handle, right? Like, the last few years have been really nice, but it’s been almost sorta like too nice, hasn’t it? (⇀‸↼) Yes, it’s only human to face adversity like this!

But, then again, if I was only human, I probably wouldn’t have ended up like… this.

I just sorta gestured at myself before realizing that you couldn’t see what I was doing.

Now I realize that ‘you’ is me. I’m talking to myself, or at least I better be!!!, and it makes me feel like I’m going craaaaazyyyyy. (´. .̫ .`) ༘

The tea’s helping, but I also wish I had more teacakes, or at least hadn’t eaten all of them so quickly.

You know what sounds really, really good right now?

Takoyaki. (*ﾟ ｰﾟ)

Or, gosh, maybe some watame? Candy apples, or ooohhhh, what I wouldn’t do for a chocolate-banana crepe right now. I want something dipped in butter and layered with cheese, or just absolutely slathered with red bean paste.

Out of all of those, I guess takoyaki would be the most filling. They’re chubby doughballs, but with a meaty center, not unlike me now I guess \( ﾟ∀ﾟ)ｱ

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Was that funny? ( ✿つ_⊂) Reading it again is making me wince…

As you can probably tell, I’ve got festival foods on my mind. Which you know, makes sense I guess… blar... I should talk about the festival.

So, I talked about my uniform not fitting, right? Right.

I don’t think it’d be hard to picture how I looked when we left the apartment. Short, a bit chubby, sure, but I thought it was fine since most of that chubbiness was easily hidden. Like I mentioned before, the white under-shirt was undeniably tight, I didn’t have a bra, and I couldn’t fasten the bottom two buttons, but that reads a lot worse than it looked, trust me. Beneath the gray blazer, it looked like it fit. That’s the important thing.

My skirt and my stockings were a harder sell, but I dunno. I think there’s a perk to a little touch of softness! My thighs were plush, pinched in by the stockings, but it’s not like they were smothering one another.

That bit comes later (⁎⁍̴̀﹃ ⁍̴́⁎)

…

Sorry. I dunno why I feel the need to try and be… like, funny. I don’t feel very funny.

Well, I did when I started bursting all of my buttons… (๑´• ₃ •̀๑)

My skirt was the real problem. That garment wasn’t even buttoned in the first place, because I hadn’t really paid attention to how thick my hips and bottom had become. Remember, I’ve been busty for all my life, but now the rest of me was racing to catch up.

I guess I’d describe my hair as wavy. It used to be really thin when I was little, but it definitely became thicker as I got older… not making the joke this time…

I usually wear it pretty simply, just letting it hang down my back, but sometimes I try to do something more playful with it. If I’m at a hotspring or at the beach, I’ll tie it up in a ponytail or into a bun, and I’ve got a nice sunhat that matches some of my dresses… which… wouldn’t fit anymore…

See, now that’s actually funny. The one thing I own that’d fit a girl my size would be that big floppy sunhat. Maybe that’s what I’ll wear clothes shopping tomorrow

I’m positive it’ll look really great with me wrapped in a bedsheet. (≧∇≦)

It is just so easy for me to get distracted like this, goodness. The reason I mention my hair is because I used to wear a pair of flower-shaped hairclips that would frame my bangs. These clips are really special to me, which… honestly, I should probably explain? I don’t know, this doesn’t feel like the spot to talk about being a teenage superhero, even though it’s kinda relevant since it sorta explains how I turned into an adult butterball.

Hrmm… I’m not really sure how to handle this! A part of me wants to go into all of it, but it just feels like too much, and I’m all out of chips and teacakes.

Talk about your first world problems… (✿ꈍ﹃ꈍ)

Okay, so you know how I mentioned that spirits were real? Soul Reapers and hollows and advanced humans, and all the other stuff that sound like the ramblings of a crazy cat lady that lives under a bridge?

Well, I’m going to need you to… uhh suspend your disbelief here, and just kinda accept that I’m an advanced human, which has to be the worse label I could possible thing of but I’m stuck with it for right now at least. I’ll think up something better later, I promise.

Okay, so, because I’m an advanced human, I’m able to use my hairclips to-

Ooo, maybe a Medium? Does that work? Those can see spirits, right?

Hehe, or maybe I’m an Extra-large.

…

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I should just close my laptop now.

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I know you can’t hear it, but I sighed really, really loudly.

Okay… so…

I can use my hairclips to cast magical spells called Shun Shun Rikka and they can do all sorts of stuff including healing powers but I haven’t used them in years because, thank God, the worst wound I’ve seen since I was sixteen was when would sometimes I bite my tongue because I talk too fast or I get excited when Ichigo takes me out to get ice cream.

That’s all true, but the part that matters actually matters is, because I was given these powers, I now possess really high spiritual power compared to the average human being.

Gosh… that’s really rushing through it… but it really is a lot of information. Maybe we’ll talk about it more later, but I can’t remember the last time I even used my powers. (*ﾟ -ﾟ)ゞ Not that I’m ungrateful! When we were teenagers, it felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders sometimes. They helped me protect the people I care about. But… I can’t say that I haven’t been even more grateful that they’ve been completely unnecessary.

(‘-’*) I like my life now. It’s slow. Calm. I feel like I just sit around and watch TV with Ichigo and nobody’s going to get upset because of it. If I really want to, I can skip classes or call off work. Not that I do those things often, I guess the important thing is that I… can do them.

Most days, I don’t think about Soul Reapers or hollows, or my Shun Shun Rikka. I don’t wear them because I feel like I’ll need to protect myself, I wear them because I made a promise to my brother, Sora. Grow out your hair. Live a soft life. Be happy.

And I have been happy. Even if I also got pretty pudgy… ( *^－＾)ゞ

Now… why did I say any of that.

Oh, yes yes! Hairclips!

So, yeah, I wear them on the collar of my blazer now.

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(✿>->)

(

That can’t have been all that I was saying, right?? Ooohh, I’m so lost. I don’t even know what I’m talking about now.

Can you blame me? I’m covered with all these new sensations, my robe doesn’t fit, I’ve got the belt squeezing my tummy to try and hold the darn thing closed so I’m not wobbling around completely nude… I’m distracted! And my mind keeps wandering back to darned cookie-dough!

RIGHT!The festival!!

You’d think my grades would be way lower than they are… sorry.

That’s okay, I forgive you Orihime.

Thanks, Orihime.

You’ve had a really long day. You’re entitled to sound like a crazy bridge goblin every once in a while. Remember when you gave a whole presentation about how when you grew up, you’d be the queen of Mars?

… Now see, that’s not so helpful. (˵¯͒▱¯͒˵)

Ichigo, if you are reading this, I promise not to be mad, but I just want you to know that I will have to kill you. d(´д｀)b It’s nothing personal, purely obligatory, but me and your children will pray for you.

Okay, Orihime. Bring it all back now.

My shirt didn’t fit, but my blazer still did, so that was fine.

My stockings didn’t really fit either, but they pinched my thighs in a way that was at least curvaceously attractive, so that was fine too.

I didn’t wear anything in my hair, and instead wore the clips on my blazer’s collar along with the clip-on ribbon tied in a bow over my chest.

Now my skirt,that was the big one. It’s pretty hard to hide a muffintop tummy, but I couldn’t even button it in the first place. Instead, I’d used my ‘busty girl’ trick… or, I guess, my ‘chubby girl’ trick, which is a rubber band threaded through the loop to secure the button and give the illusion that you’re not about twenty pounds overweight. With the waistband covered by my blazer, I was all set to go!

I think that’s everything.

Upp! Not quite. The most important thing I was wearing, by far, was the strapping young man that I wore on my arm (๑・ω-)～♥”

Ichigo gets embarrassed when I talk about how he looks. It’s really cute, because he’ll get all blushy and roll his eyes or turn away, but I can tell it flatters him even if he doesn’t really believe it.

I know that he’s pretty proud of his body, which, I mean… yeah. (-//ᴗ//-✿) I never thought I’d enjoy stuff like that so much, but Ichigo’s extremely fit. Like, he’s slender, but gosh… He has a lot of strength. And it’s just so casual too.

Sorry. I tend to gush about him. Maybe I’ll save that for tomorrow though, since he’s taking me shopping and everything.

Blugh… I’ve got to model all those plus-sized clothes for him. He’s so gonna tease me, I already know it (❁´-ワ-`)

Maybe we could swing by the festival when we’re done… pick up a few snacks… not too many, I’ll be dieting after all, but what I wouldn’t do for some Takoyaki right now.

The reason we were wearing our school uniforms is that Karakura Town is having our Autumn Festival right now, and our university is hosting the event. They started yesterday, but both of us had work so we skipped out.

Thank God for that… Ichigo mentioned it earlier, that’s probably what saved us… me, from embarrassing myself even further. At least the few dozen people who heard me open my big dumb mouth wouldn’t normally recognize me.

If we do go tomorrow, maybe I will end up using my Shun Shun Rika. I could use my barrier spell on Kiskae and Yoruichi to crush them both flat…! ⊂(•̀_•́⊂ )

We arrived early, just after the festival opened at around eight-thirty. Most of the stuff was closed until after noon, like the alcohol center and the rides, along with a lot of the shows, but you have to go early because that’s when the craft fair is open! If you wait, then they’ll sell out of all their best stuff.

Last year we went at noon, and I had to fight off some really mean hag who was trying to pick things out of my basket! (۶•̀Д•́)۶

It’s honestly a lot of fun to just walk down the lines and see what the vendors are selling. A lot of local shops set up booths too, so there’s some pretty fancy stuff that you can get for a steal with all the low prices!

I got a Ichigo’s sisters a pair of matching metalwork roses, red for Karin and blue for Yuzu, and for his dad we picked out… umm… Hold on, let me go get my bag.

It’s been a long day, okay? (;◞‸◟) Let me at least talk about the one part I really got to enjoy before I embarrassed myself and became as big as a house...

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Guess what I found~

Pretzel bread! (^₃^)

I forgot I bought this! We picked it out at the bakery and I wanted to use it for sandwiches when I make lunches! When we got home I remember putting it in the fridge, and apparently it vanished from my memory cause I’d been making our usual meat and rice boxes all week ( ᗒᗨᗕ )

I’m lucky that it did though, cause I’m just so darn hungry. I warmed it up in our toaster oven, and the smell of it is just so good (꒪ཀ꒪) I was so excited to write it down that I forgot to get a bread knife, but that’s okay. Remember, my diet doesn’t start till tomorrow~

I got some more tea too, and I definitely feel better, which is good, because I’m about to talk about probably one of the dumbest things I’ve done in my life.

But first!! I wanna talk about the other gifts!

So, Ichigo and I are at the festival and we’re going through the stalls. We’d had breakfast already, so we weren’t really hungry, but you can’t go to a festival and not get snacks, which… you remember how I said I always ate like I was the size I am now?

(⌒_⌒ ;)

Acting like a fatty has a totally different connotation when you’re only… well, I mean, I was still overweight, but gosh can you imagine if I went there at the size that I am now?

Like… I’m planning on doing… tomorrow…

Oh, dear…

No, no. That’s future Orihime’s problem. I’ve spent enough of today and tonight fretting.

… okay, just one last offtopic thing, since I’m probably going to look this over later. Is it weird that I keep touching myself? Like, if I’m sort of spacing out, I notice that I keep putting my hand over my belly and sort of… jiggling myself. My finger keeps sinking into my belly button, which… gosh, that’s another discussion entirely because that’s probably bigger than my mouth is (✿≖_≖) It’s like I’m checking to make sure that the weight is still there. Which is weird, because I can constantly feel it.

Every time I move my arms, I can feel my breasts sort of squishing against them, and since I’m only wearing my robe, they’re also mostly exposed. Like… okay, picture this. I’m sitting in my chair at my desk, right? My legs are underneath it, and my stomach is set up to like riiiiight against the edge, because I wouldn’t be able to reach my laptop if I had to sit further back.

So, I can’t even see my legs, but I can feel how fat they are. I can feel my thighs underneath my stomach, and how they’re also pushing against the bottom of the desktop. And, you know, I’m really short, so normally I have to sit high in my chair, but I think that there’s so much more of me now that it’s made me sit higher.

I’m gonna say that again, because it’s just… too weird. (・_・; ✿)

My butt is so fat that it’s made me feel taller when I’m sitting down. It’s lifted me at least a couple of inches. Isn’t that crazy? Last night, I was working on advanced algebra, and today I had to lower my seat because I couldn’t fit my legs under the desk.

And, the thing is, it’s not like the sensations are going anywhere. All day I’ve felt fat. (◎_◎;✿ ) Not just hungry, although… well, that’s a problem, obviously. I mean that I’m constantly aware how there’s so much more of me. I can feel my breasts laying over my stomach. I can feel how that area’s been getting sweaty, cause there’s no room for my skin to breathe. I can’t see my legs, but I can feel where my calves have merged with my ankles, and where the chubbiness sort of sags down on my feet. I can feel where my chin rolls into the fat of my neck, and where that presses into what was my once-slender neckline.

I can’t even imagine trying to wear a necklace like this. Maybe it’s better when I’m standing, since all that weight has to sort of pull downwards, right? But right now, I’m sort of slouched in my seat and I feel like I don’t have a neck.

Are big girls, like, aware of these things? Will I still feel it in a week or two? I mean, there’s really no way that I’ll lose the weight nearly as quickly as I put it on. Realistically speaking, I’ll probably be plus-sized for at least a few years.

（✿˵•○•˵)＝３

It’s not really fair, is it? Sure, maybe I’d have gained some more weight. I didn’t end up at seventy-five kilos overnight, either. But at least I’d feel… Actually, I don’t know what I’d feel like?

Pretty gosh darn fat, I guess (•̥̀ ̫ •̥́)

God, this pretzel bread is so good. I wish we had more than just the one loaf, I’d totally eat another one right now. I don’t even care that I’m getting crumbs down my chest. I still have to take a shower anyways.

I really do think that it’s done something to my taste buds! Food was tasty before, but it’s really delicious now. Even thinking about more makes me feel almost excited, like my tummy has a mind of her own and won’t be satisfied until she’s stuffed.

Well, too bad for you!

I hope you enjoyed your one day, cause after this, you’re gonna be famished for the next… couple… of years…

(✿ŏ̥̥̥̥ ‸ ŏ̥̥̥̥)

help

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Gifts. Gifts gifts gifts. Don’t let the bad feelings get you down, girl. Go away chubby storm cloud, bring out the cheery sunshine.

I’m actually really excited for Christmas. I always love giving people stuff. I’ve gotten better at it too, since Ichigo’s there to stop me from just buying everyone stuffed animals (✿;⌒_⌒ )

For his father, Ichigo and I picked out some incense burners that he’d be able to use at his clinic. The air can get musty, and it’s as much for the girls at it is for Mister Kurosaki. And, speaking of Karin and Yuzu, I forgot to mention that their metal roses are scented! There’s a little bit of foam inside of the rose, and they come with these perfume packets that you drop in through the petals. We got them a pair of vases to go with them, and those are a direct match! (˵•ᗜ•˵✿)

Uryū’s gift is a little bit… different. I think he’ll like it, but honestly I’m not really confident because of how he can be about all of his Quincy stuff… Umm… now that one, I’m definitely not explaining. There’s no way I could do it right, and magical spirit stuff is weird enough.

Anyways, we got him an animated Angel doll that they had at one of the religious booths. He’s always wearing his cross necklace, so I hope he’ll like it.

I saw a couple of things that I thought Chad would like, but Ichigo said we should look around more first, which is his nice way of saying that Chad probably wouldn’t really like any of the woodwork that I was looking at. I guess ya can’t get everything at a craft fair.

I still need to look around for Tatsuki too! Last year I got her a picture frame, but she broke that… And she also broke the colorful drinking glasses that I got her the year before that. (－з－) I need to think of something a bit sturdier… Thick and heavy, something like…

…

( ✿ɵ̥̥ _ ɵ̥̥)

I guess I’ve waddled around the topic for long enough…