The Fattened Girl – Short Story and Sketches (Patreon)

肥ってしまった少女　SSとスケッチ

When I woke up in the morning, I saw two framed photos. You can clearly see that the girl with twin tails looks different between the two photos. Both of those girls, the one who is extremely fat and the one with a normal body, are me. I started gaining weight about a year ago and I’m still gaining weight even now. Due to the changes in my body’s constitution that came with my growth spurt, I’ve ended up with the sort of body that continues to accumulate fat until I reach my best weight.

Today I’m going to the hospital after school. I’m expecting to get a walking cane made especially for me. I wanted to be able to walk energetically on my own no matter how fat I get, but now that my weight is close to five hundred kilograms, it’s hard for me to walk without any support. So, when I went to the hospital the other day, my cheeks on my swollen fat face all red from exertion, out of breath, I said, “P-Please give me a cane.”

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After school, dressed in my special custom-sized uniform, I walked to the hospital, taking breaks along the way at places where I could sit down. I felt my belly hanging out from under my skirt and touching my thighs as I waddled forward, rocking my body from side to side. Now that I had such a big, fat belly, I had to lean backwards so I wouldn’t lose my balance.

The crosswalk turned red. I managed to walk to the front of the line so that I would have the shortest distance to cover when it came time to cross and then waited patiently. The simple act of standing was somewhat difficult for me, as I was just about to reach five hundred kilograms. Whenever I stand and wait like this, what I could see when I looked down was the fat of my swollen face, my oversized breasts, which I never had when I was thin, and my skirt, which was pushed out because of my belly. I couldn’t see my feet at all, so I always paid attention to where I was walking.

“*Huff*… *Huff*…”

I opened my mouth wide as I took breaths, so that my entire body could get oxygen. I felt the curious stares from people around me. It was only natural that they’d stare though. I was too fat to close my legs or hold my arms to my side, my sagging breasts were bigger than a cow’s udders, my belly and my butt jutted out in front and behind, and my face was swollen with lard and hung down in all directions. If there was a girl with twin tails wearing a school uniform who was about 150 centimeters tall and looked like that, everyone would naturally stare. That’s right. I was already an extraordinary fat girl.

Not even I thought that I would get this fat. They say that it’s rare even for people with the same constitution as me to gain this much weight. And I’m continuing to gain weight.

Even though I’m continuing to get fatter because of my body changing to reach my best weight, I wonder why it’s getting more difficult to walk and to stand, which seems like a contradiction in what a healthy body is supposed to be. Maybe I would know the reason for such a contradictory healthy body when I get fatter.

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“Nnggh! *Oink* *G-Grunt* *Wheeze* *Wheeze* H-Hello!”

I waddled into the examination room, sat down on the custom-made chair that had been placed for me, and greeted the doctor while lowering my belly onto the mattress that had been placed on the floor. I honestly appreciated their consideration in putting a mattress on the floor for my belly, since it would’ve obviously gotten dirty without it. After talking with the doctor about how I’ve been lately, we quickly got down to the main reason for my visit.

“This cane won’t break even if you get so fat that your belly touches the floor while you’re standing.” 

I held up my arms, which were over one hundred centimeters thick, and received the cane, talking it into my hands which were as soft and thick as cream bread. I tried with all my might to bed the cane, but it didn’t bend at all. I immediately took it in my left hand and tried to stand up. It was easier than usual to stand. The difficulty that I felt just from standing was gone, too. I waddled around the room a little and it felt good.

“It’s really easy to use. Thank you so much!”

As I said that, I bowed awkwardly, my chin buried in my fat, wheezing, and sputtering as I exhaled. Oh, my belly touched the floor… I miss the days when I was skinny.

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If you were to ask me how about how I look now, I’d say it’s pretty complicated. If I had the same perception as my old self, then I think I would have said that right now, I was the very last thing that a girl would want to be. But now, I have something that the old me didn’t. First, I’m surprisingly accepted, especially on the Internet, where people say that I’m cute and pretty. While there are people out on the street who look at me like they just saw something disgusting, on the other hand, there are people who look at me as if they’re saying that my body is erotic. When I was skinny, just being me didn’t cause any reactions from people in the real world or on the Internet. But now, I get compliments on my appearance just for being who I am. If people tell you all the time that your breasts and butt are wonderful and beautiful, and that your face is cute, it’s human nature to make you inclined to feel that way, too.

Still, no matter how many compliments I get, I can’t seem to get rid of my previous sense of values. So, every time I look in the mirror, I practice smiling, jiggling the fat on my face, thinking to myself, “Maybe I’m disgusting, but I’m cute… I think. Yeah, I’m cute!”

Even though I’ve got this ridiculous body now, I couldn’t do my “cute face practice” when I was skinnier because I was too embarrassed. I blushed every time I realized that I could do things like this now thanks to the face that my face has gotten so flabby that it’s hard to tell whether I really have one or not. I repeat this practice over and over. I think it’s probably a good thing for me to do this kind of thing over and over even though it makes me blush.

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I walked using the cane I just got so I could go meet my friend to have dinner. Even though I’ve gotten fat, I still want to live a normal life like I did when I was thin. That was something I continued to wish for more strongly the more I continued to gain weight, and that’s why I insisted on being able to walk normally on a daily basis. 

So now, I was happy that I could walk around more lightly than usual. There was nothing funny about me walking around with my cane, a smile on my face, gasping for breath, wheezing, all the fat over my body shaking and jiggling wildly as I walked bowlegged with thudding footsteps. If you put me on social media, I’d just be a cute girl. Needless to say, I felt embarrassed afterwards.

I want you to imagine how I felt when someone took a video of me and posted it on the internet, with the title, “The Extremely Blubbery Girl People are Talking About Lately,” showing me, with my butt that bounces up and down every time I take a step, my sagging belly that swings from side to side like a pendulum, and my happy fat face jiggling contentedly as I walked with her cane, completely out of breath. I was so embarrassed that I felt like I was dying in a fit of indignation. But I’m both happy and frustrated by the attention.

“*Wheeze* S-Sorry to keep you waiting!”

When I saw my friend, I lifted up my arm and waved. My upper arm flab was like a kimono sleeve. When I waved my arm, the sagging blubber of my upper arm shook and wobbled like mochi.

As soon as my friend saw me, she started jiggling my face. She says that my face feels really good to touch. Well, I supposed that yes, my fat was so big and soft that you couldn’t believe it, but still, having someone’s hand on my cute, doughy face as I’m wheezing and gasping for breath, is… I’ve been friends with her since I was skinny, but her sense of reason must have just kind of evaporated lately. 

She also touches my sagging belly, which is c-… Cute. It has to be, I guess. But apparently, she says that my belly is nice and elastic like my face, because it’s lumpy and doughy and covered with wonderful cellulite. I’m also amused by the fact that she’ll sometimes tease me about my belly sticking out from my skirt, calling it my “belly button out style.”

After my friend was done with her fat-fondling as a show of closeness, we headed to the nearby family restaurant. 

As I walked up to the restaurant, wheezing and out of breath, I said to my friend, “Nngh! This is the cane I told you about yesterday! *Wheeze* I can walk so much faster than usual with it! *Huff* *Huff*”

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“It’s all thanks to becoming a fatty! ♥”

I walked along the beach with all my big, meaty blubber packed into a bikini, which I’m sure was a sight that was a dream come true for a man. I felt extremely lucky to be obese when I jiggled my bouncy cleavage, which I didn’t have when I was skinny. Well, the other parts of my body were jiggling and bouncing too, though. My friend seemed to be heading off somewhere, so I had a quick chat with the person who came as my friend’s guardian.

“*Huff* *Wheeze* This is me a year ago. What do I weigh now? What a question to just ask a girl! Hmm, let’s just say that I weigh over five hundred kilograms. ♥・ *Wheeze* I want to hurry and get in the water…”

I had reached the 500-kilogram mark. My body, which weighed more than ten times my original weight, was covered in blubber. My joints were covered with fat, which inhibited my movement. As a result of my efforts to adapt to that, I was becoming accustomed to living in a way that was unique to those with hyper-obese bodies, with how they moved their large bodies with short, repeated movements, swaying side to side, due to the lack of freedom in movement with their joints.

Still, no matter how much my constitution has adapted, my body is so heavy that a cane is essential for walking. I’m so covered with lard that even the area around my neckline, my upper chest, is buried in fat from my face, and every time I move my mouth, I can feel my fat face swaying as it sags down over my chest.

I couldn’t wait for my friend to come back because of my weight, so I asked my friend’s guardian to follow me to the water’s edge and to hold onto my cane for me. I waddled over towards the water, step by step, my large body swaying and fat jiggling as I entered the water, showing my mountainous back with its rolls of fat to the people on the beach.

I floated out in the water, feeling greatly relieved of gravity’s pull. As I bobbed up and down, relaxing in the water, I passed the time by playing with my sagging breasts as they floated on the water’s surface, squeezing them and drumming on them. At the same time, I played with my feminine, maidenly face too, which was so covered in blubber that I couldn’t get used to applying makeup or grooming myself, squishing and lightly slapping it in time with the rhythm of playing with my breasts.

Volunteer translator, "Ekkusu"

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朝、目が覚めると目に入る二つの写真立て。

そこに写る体形が明らかに違うツインテールの少女。

非常に太ってる少女も、普通の体型の少女も私だ。

私は1年程前に体重が増え始め、今も増え続けている。

成長期に伴った体質変化で私は私の体質にとってベストな体重まで脂肪が蓄えられ増え続ける身体になってしまった。

今日は学校の放課後に病院に行く日。

私専用に作られた歩行杖を貰う予定だ。

どれだけ太っても私は自力で元気に歩きたかったけど、体重が500㎏に近づく今、何も支え無しで歩くのが辛い。

だからこの間、病院に行ったとき脂肪で膨れ上がった顔を息切れして赤く頬を染めながら「つ、杖をください」と相談したのだ。

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放課後、特注サイズの制服で身を包む私は途中途中、座れそうな場所で休憩を挟みながら病院に向かう。

スカートの下から垂れ下がった腹をふとももで感じつつ、体を左右に揺らしてよちよちと前に向かって歩く。

今の私は大きく肥えた腹のせいで体のバランスを崩さないように背中を後ろにそらすようになってしまっていた。

横断歩道が赤になる。渡るときに最短距離になるようになんとか最前列まで歩いて、じっと待つ。ただ立つ、その行為が500㎏を目前とした私には若干辛い。

じっと待っていれば視界の下に入るものは膨れ上がった顔の肉に、痩せていた頃にはなかった特大の胸、そして腹に押し上げられたスカート。

おかげで足元は全く見えない、だから歩く時は必ず歩く先を見て注意している。

「はぁふぅ…はぁふぅ…」

全身に酸素が行き渡るよう口を大きく開けて息を吸う。

好奇な視線が突き刺さるのを感じる。当然だ、太りすぎて足も腕も閉じれない、垂れ下がった胸は牛の乳より大きく腹も尻も前後に大きく突き出ている、顔は脂肪で膨れ上がり四方に垂れさがっている。

そんな身長150㎝ほどの学生服を着たのツインテールの少女がいれば自然と目は向く。

そう、私はもう非日常的な規格外のデブガールなのだ。

私にとってもここまで太るとは思わなかった。同じ体質でもここまで肥るのは珍しいそうだ。そしていまだに体重は増え続けている。

私にとってベストな体重に身体は変化する結果、脂肪が増え続けているというのに、なぜ歩くのが、立つのがきつくなりつつあるのかという健康的な身体としての要素の矛盾。そんな矛盾した健康体になる理由、それは太りきったらわかるのかもしれない。

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「んぎっ、ぐひぃっ、ど、どっこいしょっと、ふーっふーっ、こ、こんにちわ」

よちよちと私は診察室に入ると、私のために置かれている特注のイスに座り、腹を置くために床にしかれたマットレスの上に腹を垂らし降ろして挨拶した。

腹を床に置くための配慮は正直ありがたい、そのままでは当たり前だが汚れる。

担当医と最近の調子を話したあとはすぐに本題に入った。

「この杖なら君のお腹が立ったまま床に着くぐらい太っても折れないよ」

太さ100㎝を超えるの二の腕を上げクリームパンのようにパンパンな手で杖を受け取る。思い切り力を入れて曲げようとしてみたがまったくびくともしない。

さっそく杖を左手に取って立ってみる。いつもより簡単に立てた。ただ立っているだけでもあった辛さも消えている。部屋の中を少しよちよち歩いてみたがいい感じだった。

「凄く使い勝手がいいです。ありがとうございます！」

そう言って私は顎を顔の肉に埋め、ぶひゅぶひゅと息を吐きながら、不格好にお辞儀をする。あっお腹が床に着いちゃった…痩せてた頃が懐かしいな。

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今の容姿を私はどう思ってるかと問われればかなり複雑だ。

前の私の常識だったら、女の子が最もなりたくないと言ってもおかしくない姿なのだと思う。でも今の私はかつての私が持てなかったものを持ちつつある。

まず意外と受けいられている、特にネット内だと私の姿をかわいいとか綺麗と言ってくれる人がいる。街中の目線もえげつないものを見たような人もいる反面、私の体はエロいですと言わんばかりの目線の人もいる。痩せてた頃はネットの反応も現実の反応もありのままに過ごしてるだけでは反応も何も起こらなかった。それが今ではただありのままに過ごしてるだけでどことなく容姿が褒められるのだ。

胸もお尻も立派と綺麗、顔もかわいいと言われればそんな気になるのも人間だ。

でも多分どれほど褒められても前の価値感は捨てられない。だから鏡を見るたびに、えげつないかも知れないけどかわいい…かも、うんかわいい!と思い込みながら顔の脂肪をぶるぶる揺らして笑顔の練習をする。

とんでもない体になっちゃったのに「かわいい顔の練習」という痩せてる頃には気恥ずかしくてできなかった行為を面影があるかないかというほど贅肉が付きすぎた今の顔になったおかげで出来る、今の私はこんなことができちゃうんだと自覚するたびに赤面して、その行為を繰り返す私がいる。赤面してもそういう行為を繰り返す事はたぶん私にとっては良いことなのだろう。

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夕食を友達と食べるため貰ったばかりの杖を突きながら目的地まで歩く。

太っても痩せてた頃と同じ普通の生活がしたい、それは体重が増え続けるほどに強く願ってしまうもので、だからこそ私は日常的に普通に歩けることにこだわる。

だから今、いつもより軽やかに歩けることが嬉しくて杖を突きながら笑顔で「ふひぃふひぃ」と息を切らしながら全身の脂肪を激しく揺らしてドスドスと、がに股気味に歩く私は何もおかしくないのだ、SNSに上がればカワイイ少女ですむのだ。…後々恥ずかしくなったのは言うまでもない。

歩くたびに上下に大きく震えるお尻に振り子のように左右に揺れる垂れ下がったお腹の女子が楽しそうに顔の脂肪も満足そうに震わしながら息を切らして杖を突いて歩いてる光景、それを動画に撮られて「最近話題の脂肪満点少女」というタイトルでネットで後日上げられていた私の感情を想像してほしい、私は恥ずかしくて憤死した。でも注目されて嬉しい悔しい。

「ふひゅ、お、おまたせぇ」

友達を見つけた私は振袖のようになった二の腕を上げて腕を振る。腕を振るたびにぶるぶると餅のように伸びきった二の腕の脂肪が揺れた。

友達は会うや否や顔をタプタプしてきた、感触がとても心地よくてやってしまうらしい。まぁたしかに私の顔は昔と違って信じられないほど大きくて柔らかいけど、ぐひぃぐひぃと息してるド迫力キュートな私の顔に手で触れてくるとは…痩せていた頃からの付き合いだが、最近の彼女は若干理性が蒸発しているに違いない。

私のか…かわいい、かわいいに違いない垂れ下がったお腹に対しても顔と同じく触ってくるがこっちは弾力があるとのこと、立派なセルライトでゴワゴワしてるからね。スカートから出てる腹を「へそ出しコーデ」とたまにいじられるのはご愛嬌。

友達の脂肪スキンシップも終えて私達は近場のファミリーレストランに向かった。

レストランに向かう最中、ひぃひぃ歩きながら私は友達に「んぎっ、これが昨日話した歩行杖、ふひゅっ、いつもよりこんなに早く歩けるんだよ、はふーっはふーっ」とつい語ってしまうのだった。

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「おデブ様様ね♥」

男性が夢見る光景であろうおっきなごわごわな脂肪を詰め込んだビキニを揺らして砂浜を歩く。痩せてた頃はなかった谷間をたゆんたゆんと揺らせるのは肥満化冥利に尽きる。まぁ他の部位もたゆんたゆん揺れているんだけど。

友達はどこかに行っているようで友達の保護者として来ていた人と軽く雑談する。

「はぁ、ふぅ、これが1年前の私です。今の体重?なんてことを女の子に聞くんですか!んふぅ、500㎏以上もあるとだけ教えちゃおうかな♥…ふぅー早く海に入りたい…」

500㎏の大台に入った私。元の体重の10倍はある体はもうそれは脂肪尽くしで、肉に埋まった関節は体の動きを阻害し、それに適応できるよう努力した結果、関節の自由が利かない分、大きな体ごと小刻みにゆさゆさと動かして行動する超肥満体独特の動きで生活することが日常になりつつあった。

いくら体質が適応してると言っても自重が重すぎて歩くのに杖は欠かせない。肥りすぎてデコルテすら顔の肉で埋まる私は、口を動かすたびに胸の上に垂れ下がった顔の肉が揺れるのを感じる。

友達が来るのを体重的に待てなくなった私は保護者の人に波打ち際まで付いてきてもらって杖を預かってもらうと、よちよちと一歩ずつ海に向かって歩き、大きな体と垂れる肉をゆさゆさ揺らしながら、肉の段がある山のような背中を海岸にいる人たちに見せるかたちで海に入る。

重力からだいぶ解放された私は海にぷかぷかと浮かんでまどろみながら、暇つぶしに水面に浮かんだたるんだ胸や、脂肪が付きすぎて化粧や手入れがいまだに慣れない脂肪満点乙女顔をぷにぷにしたりぺちぺちとリズムを刻んで叩いて遊ぶのだった。