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"S-Sorry that it took a little bit! It was a lot busier over there than I expected! The line was so long!" Iori huffed and puffed, some of her silvery platinum hair hanging in front of her face as she took a few moments to catch her breath. She had to brush her hair back with her hands. These were the times she wished she had kept her hair more braided or wrapped up instead of leaving it to hang freely.
Tomi wanted to show off, taping on the edge of her glasses with one hand, twirling one of her long, chain-like braids in her other hand. "Heh, you'd think that in a simulation like this, now that we know it is a simulation, we'd have a bit more say on what happens in it."
"I know! I know! I just couldn't get the settings to work right this time! I'm sorry, okay? It's not like you guys were going to starve or anything so it should be fine!"
"Hey, I think you might have forgotten that big hot dog that I asked for too?" The chubby girl Miwako sitting across from them let out a cry.
"Huh? What? Really? Wait a moment-"
"I was just kidding! Hee hee hee! The look on your face, Iori! So adorable!"
Even though Iori and Tomi were now free to discuss the simulation in front of their friend Miwako without fear anymore, she was literally incapable of actually understanding those words so they simply flowed over her head whenever they were uttered, the two of them had not come back to this place feeling like they could just freely do whatever they pleased in this 'fake world'. Given how long they had lived in here, this was more like a home away from home, and in fact it had been their actual home up until they were awakened from their stasis-induced slumber.
But that was all years ago at this point, water under the bridge as it were. They were just happy to be able to hang out with a dear friend. She didn't have to be REAL to still be important to them as much as anyone else that they knew.
Iori let out a tiny sigh as she placed the tray towering with food onto the table. Tomi and Miwako both uttered quick thanks before they started helping themselves, reaching around to grab whatever they could get their eager and somewhat grubby hands on. Iori wished they could at least wait until she sat down. She didn't want to get to miss out on anything tasty either, especially when she was the one responsible for collecting the food in the first place.
Miwako happily shoved a whole giant hot dog, topped with onions, chili, peppers, mustard, ketchup and chipotle sauce, right into her mouth. She barely had to chew to get the whole thing down. Tomi and Iori both watched her, holding some reverence in their stares. They kind of admired Miwako for how good she was at eating, even if said eating is what made her so chubby in the first place, but that was more like 'fun fluff' than fat, Tomi having been the one who coined that phrase originally.
"Mmmhmmhmmm~! It's all so GOOD~!" Miwako mewled with all of her might. It made both Iori's and Tomi's hearts flutter to see their friend enjoy herself to such a grand extent. Not only was she adorable, but watching her eat made everything else just taste so much better too. Iori and Tomi began to indulge with their own hot dogs, slightly less loaded than Miwako's but still as delicious as expected nonetheless.
"Oh, my hands are all messy now, though! I need to go and wash up! Um, please excuse me!" Miwako jumped to her feet and hurried off to go and find a restroom somewhere. Iori and Tomi watched their friend scurry away. Then, once she disappeared around the corner of some building, the two girls turned back to one another.
"You know, the food here in this simulation is actually somehow way better than anything in the real world. Isn't that strange? Don't you think we would have started to feel like the sim food was less appealing now that we know it's fake? Instead, I think I like it more than ever!"
"That's just because the food we have in the real world can't compare, no matter how hard we try." Iori sighed and shook her head, thoroughly dismayed to have to accept such a sad reality. "At least we shouldn't have to worry about calories here...or so I would hope. That makes this place even better."
Tomi slapped at her flat, fit abdomen underneath her uniform, laughing haughtily as she exclaimed, "Yeah, right? This is a virtual world after all! It's meant to keep us safe and comfortable! There's no way that we'd ever gain weight in the real world just by eating here! That would be so ridiculous, wouldn't it?"
"Heh heh heh, it doesn't even sound like it would be possible, but imagine, right?" Iori laughed as well, not actually wanting to imagine it, because it simply sounded so ridiculous that it made a guffaw rise up in her throat simply to TRY and imagine it. Tomi started to laugh so hard that she almost knocked over her soda in the process. The two of them ate some more doughnuts and pastries that were sitting on the overloaded tray.
When Miwako returned, she seemed like she was already hungry again. Tomi, with a grin so wide that it practically stretched from ear to ear, asked her if there was anything else that she would still want to try and eat. Miwako returned the grin with one of her own. Soon, all three women wore knowing smiles. There was no reason to hold back. Miwako wouldn't remember any of this by the next 'day', she would just reset, and the two other women who WOULD remember...they might as well get as much enjoyment out of their snacking here as they possibly could.
It was a few days later that they decided to try and share this 'wonderful discovery' with the other women. They didn't want to be the only ones who got to enjoy this to the fullest. It had been a long time since they had returned to this world, after all, so surely it would be able to be entertaining if they all went back together again. As for the guys, well, they wouldn't likely be able to appreciate this sort of thing anyway. The women needed to be able to have some kind of camaraderie held with one another, after all, or they would never have been able to get along in some manner.
Natsuno was nonetheless a little surprised when she was approached all of the sudden by the pair who were interested in bringing her along with them.
"You should really come along with us, Natsuno! I know you're someone who can really appreciate a good meal! Getting to eat in the sim again is really great! You can have as much as you want and you don't even need to worry about it!"
Tomi sounded very enthusiastic about the whole scheme, but Iori was too busy stuffing her face with their rations to really add in her own two cents on the matter. They had met up in the space colony's cafeteria. There was no need for them to be talking in the sim, at least not yet. Natsuno looked down at the plates in front of these two friends of hers. They were her friends, no question about it, but she was not entirely sure if she could go along with their thought process on this particular matter. She was intimidated; these two had always been pretty big eaters, but wasn't that supposed to be saved for the sim? Why did they have so much food right now, here, in the REAL WORLD?
Tomi grabbed a cookie off of her plate and took a big bite of it. Iori was practically gorging herself with a large burger in front of the other two women. Natsuno smiled sheepishly. She didn't want to say anything that could remotely upset these two. She wasn't intimidated or anything, of course, but she didn't want to imagine just how badly it might break their hearts to hear that they were looking a little chubby around the midsection...and everywhere else for that matter.
Tomi’s jumpsuit was noticeably snug around her emerging paunch, her developing love-handles outlined by the futuristic fabric and jiggling slightly every time she shoved another pastry into her eager mouth.
Iori’s jumpsuit meanwhile, was showing off her chest a lot more than it used to. Iori had already jumped up serval cup-sizes as she naturally caught up to the figure Ms. Morimura always had (much to the other girls envy) but now her chest was visibly straining her jumpsuit, tantalisingly hiding the deep cleavage just underneath…
Even so, despite her own misgivings of a sort, Natsuno still wished to find out what exactly these two had planned in the sim as of late. Natsuno was thrilled to get to be back in her old 'body' again; it really felt a little strange seeing that she was able to fit in this old gym uniform again. She'd grown up A LOT back outside in the real world, so she felt a little happy knowing she didn't have to deal with 'birthing hips' for a little while. Natsuno followed the two women, who now also appeared much like their 'past selves', over to a table where Miwako was already waiting and eating ice cream. The chubby girl noticed the trio's approach and happily waved them over.
However, calling Miwako the 'chubby girl' didn't seem like the right thing to do. Not just because it focused solely on her weight, but also because by all accounts and facts, Miwako was actually SKINNIER than either Tomi or Iori nowadays. These two were actually, genuinely FAT in the sim. They were both a little out of breath as they waddled towards the table. Iori was very top heavy now; her chest bobbed up and down so much you would have thought she had already turned into the school nurse. If she still attended Sakura High, she would have been extremely embarrassed by the number of stares she would have gotten when she tiredly stretched at her desk every morning, her ill-fitting uniform riding up to show off her chubby middle. Tomi meanwhile had a smooth, round belly that poked right out of her clothes, not leaving a lot to be covered. The only reason they didn't care about concealing all of this pudge was because they were in a simulation and because they were just too hungry to worry about it.
"You're giving me a funny look right now, Natsuno!" Tomi called her out when she happened to look over, "What are you thinking right about now?"
"Well...um...uh..." Natsuno didn't try to stare too closely, but she couldn't believe just how much of Tomi's body jiggled and wobbled all over. Iori ran right up to Miwako, chest practically flailing, and the two of them embraced each other. Standing directly beside Miwako like this, there was no question that Iori was now the fatter of the two of them.
Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea after all…
Tomi grabbed a large yakisoba bun and thrust it right into Natsuno's gaping maw, stopping her thoughts in their tracks. The thinner woman's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly got into the groove of things when she tasted it exactly for what it was. It was...it was...it was DELICIOUS. Exactly what she could have hoped for in every possible way. Tomi and Iori might have hyped up the flavor a little too much for her to find it believable, but it was indeed actually as delicious as they'd promised. Natsuno quickly forgot about all of her concerns and joined the three women at the table so that they can eat and enjoy each other's company.
This seemed like it was exactly what they would have hoped for, of course, because no one would have wanted to be miserable on such a casual day otherwise, after all. They ate because it seemed like it was fun, not because it was something that they did for any kind of particularly drastic reason. Tomi and Iori were gluttons to begin with, always had been and always would be, and these increasingly regular trips into the sim were only worsening their habits, but now with the other women getting involved, it was at least going to get to be a whole lot more FUN to be gluttons!
Natsuno was thoroughly convinced to go along with this after her first return to the sim. She was still concerned about the others rising weight, but it wasn't her place to be making so many judgments about others when she was already fuller figured than them in the real world. Besides, getting to eat in this kind of way, it was far more attractive and appealing than one would think. It was like she couldn't actually stop, every time she took a big bite it was essentially impossible to not want to take another bite right after, especially with the two fat girls by her side encouraging her to try just one more slice of cake whilst shoving food in their own increasingly chubby faces….
Leaving the other women of their group out of this just wouldn't have been right to do. Both Tomi and Iori agreed on this same front. That was why Yuki had to be given the choice to accompany them on this delicious journey from here on out. Natsuno would have accepted nothing less than for her to go with them, though. She deserved the right and the opportunity to be able to indulge in delicious food as much as she pleased just as much as they did! Yuki had always taken her life so seriously, even when it came to having children (she was the first one to have a child among the group and also the first one to have TWO children so soon after) and creating a new humanity. She was the one person in this whole colony who needed a break more than anyone else anyone else in Natsuno’s opinion.
"Come on, you'll definitely enjoy it!" Natsuno insisted. She held Yuki close, almost hugging her but not quite. She didn't want her softer form to become too immediately obvious by conducting contact between one another. She was a bit chubbier now than when she had started with her already large rear growing even larger; starting to overflow the chairs she once just filled to the brim. It wasn't anywhere nearly as bad as it was in the sim, but Natsuno kept telling herself that she needed to ignore it nonetheless.
"If it's for you, Natsuno, I'd be willing to give it a try." Yuki spoke curtly and calmly, like she always did these days. She had mellowed out so much in her adult years that it actually caused Natsuno some concern: another good reason for why she needed her friend to come along with her and join in on this. Yuki took Natsuno's hand and gave it a firm, assuring squeeze. She began to smile.
"Let's go! I haven't had the chance to smoke in a long time! Not to mention crepes! We can get some, right?"
"Heh heh heh, of course we can get crepes! I-I would rethink the whole smoking thing, though, just to be safe." Natsuno exclaimed whilst subtly adjusting the way her jumpsuit tightly hugged her wide hips behind Yuki's back.
Sure enough, Yuki had ended up joining Natsuno, Iori and Tomi in the simulated world, however she was extremelytaken aback when she saw just how fat the three of them were in their past appearances.
Tomi looked like a total butterball, the kind you could expect to be able to just roll down a hill whenever you want, clearly close to graduating from “fat” and closing in on the “heavily obese” title. Her sweater had fully ridden up, hugging her large chest and revealing the buttons missing from her shirt over her lap-touching gut. She was as porky as porky came and she ate just like a pig too, practically shovelling food into her mouth with her hands. Iori had plenty of trouble keeping her breasts under control, they seemed to want to pop out of everything she wore and they were extremely bulky, her bra under very visible strain through her stretched shirt, boob-flesh overflowing the cups in a very titillating manner but the simulated world prevented her from suffering anything like back or shoulder pain. Even Natsuno was sure enough growing as bottom-heavy in the simulated world as much as she had become in the real world, almost all of her new fat making its way down south. Her rear had this hypnotic kind of bounce to it as she waddled around, their soccer-ball size showed off by her tight running shorts. Yuki tried not to stare too hard, but her gaze tended to drift towards Natsuno's chunky thighs almost automatically, the sporty girls thigh gap was gone and the girl was already starting to waddle just like the two fatter girls she happily talked with by her side.
"Hey, Yuki, it's been so long since I've last seen you!" Miwako was incredibly friendly as always too but even she had started to be affected by the new influx of food, her sweater pulling tighter then ever over her chubby paunch as she handed over some crepes that she had been asked to fetch for the girls. Yuki's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly felt smaller than she ever had been surrounded by these porkers. She didn't mean to think 'negatively' about them necessarily, but there was some kind of underlying relief that came out of being the skinny one. It would, inevitably, play a pivotal role in Yuki feeling comfortable letting her appetite get the better of her now and then.
Truly, Yuki didn't believe that she would have to worry about gaining weight at all. She was confident that she could manage her health well. The others may have put on a few pounds in the real world, but that was probably a pretty natural thing to happen when you were a mother and dealing with all of the stresses and obligations that came from that. God knows she put on a few herself before she burned them back off…) Iori, Tomi, and Natsuno were looking plump even without the simulation, but they were far fatter in this fake world, and that seemed like enough evidence for Yuki to not have to worry much. She took a drag on a cigarette, her first one in literally many years before Natsuno snatched it out of her hand and replaced it with a delicious crepe full of chocolate, honey, whipped cream and chopped fruit.
"Wow...you know, I really did forget..." Yuki took a few moments to chew thoroughly, "But the food in this simulated world...it really does taste better than anything real that we eat outside, right? I mean, even the fact that I know it's simulated now doesn't really change my thoughts at all!"
"I know, right?" Natsuno giggled, her chubby belly and meaty thighs both shaking around at the exact same time. They both took bites of their crepes at once and let out mewls of pure, unfettered joy the likes of which they had not experienced in years outside.
There was no playing around with the facts, and the fact was that these women were rapidly becoming total unabashed gluttons in the simulated world. The entire city that they had once believed that they'd grown up their whole lives knowing, none of that mattered or was worth exploring aside from attending to the hedonistic needs of their own hunger. Yuki followed along closely, trying to ignore this prevailing heaviness weighing in the bottom of her stomach because she just couldn't stop eating around these women. Natsuno had become as excited by the prospect of food as Iori and Tomi had been from the very start. She had 'fallen from grace' and now was an unrestrained foodie like the two who had invited her in the first place.
The gains they put on were considerable, but nowhere near as noticeable in the real world. It was actually difficult to tell, to a fair extent, if they were gaining weight that somehow was transferred over to them from the simulated world after they left it, impossible as that sseemed. Iori and Tomi were always going to be eating as much as they could reasonably get away with, so those two becoming fatasses only NOW might have actually been pretty impressive in regards to the extent of their willpower. It was clear that Natsuno had been getting bottom heavy since her first child and Yuki herself had done a lot of extra training in between obligations to maintain a decently fit physique. There was NO WAY that whatever they were experiencing now would last long enough to have a serious effect in their eyes.
However, there were still others who deserved to get to join them too! They wouldn't be happy until they could have recruited all of their other female friends. Tomi breathlessly, and I do mean BREATHLESSLY, made her way into the office where her friend Megumi worked on the space colony. She had served as a doctor for the crew and their families for the past several years, so she immediately picked up on something being off about Tomi when they spoke. The other woman was looking predominantly puffy all over, like she had been filled with marshmallows under the skin. It made Megumi frown.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself pretty well, Tomi. Maybe a little too well?" Megumi poked Tomi's belly with the clicking side of her pen. She narrowed her eyes at how deep the pen sunk into the roll of fat, Tomi’s belly copying it’s virtual counterpart and slowly making its way towards her widening lap.
Tomi chuckled. She had absolutely no idea what Megumi was talking about. "Come on, you -URP- excuse me - you know you want to come with this into the simulation, Megumi! You can do whatever you want in there! You can EAT whatever you want in there!"
"It really seems to me like all of that eating you have been doing on your own has begun to affect you in more ways than you and the others might actually realize, Tomi. I'm not so sure you should continue going there if your only intentions are to eat. It's an INCREDIBLY complicated and expansive device that we should really be more careful with how we use it from here on out. It can be our way of teaching our children, our children's children, and beyond about the ways of humanity and pass onto them all of the possible knowledge that they would need to know to be able to continue humanity's-"
Tomi rolled her eyes, scoffed a little, burped a little too, and then she grabbed Megumi by the shoulder. "Come on, you really want to waste a chance to get to hang out with your best friend in the way that we used to?” She smiled, her chubby cheeks pushing into her glasses with the motion.
Megumi certainly took those words to heart. She was hesitant but not hesitant enough to stop Tomi from pulling her out of the office, even as Tomi’s chubby sides came close to brushing the doorframe. "Well...when you put it like that way...with just how busy the two of us have been with everything, from taking care of our families to all of our work to deal with...a little break with us as friends, back in our younger bodies, might not be such a bad thing..."
Megumi was a very strong-willed kind of woman, but she seemed to be very easily subdued and convinced by her dear best friend. Tomi dragged Megumi so far into it all that before she knew it the bespectacled woman found herself standing within that old busy street in 1980s Japan in her uniform and completely aghast at how nostalgic it all immediately felt. She nearly broke down crying, covering her mouth as a sort of strangled cough came out. Tomi giggled, her whole body 'giggling' along with her, or rather 'jiggling' would be a more appropriate word. The increasingly fat woman took her friend’s hand and ushered her to come along. There were others already waiting for them, and they all appeared to have grown quite large too. Even Yuki was already sporting a tummy in this simulated world too, her chubby paunch clearly showed off by the gap in her shirt as she she sucked on the straw of a extra-large Hey-C.
"You're all so...so..." Megumi didn't know how to word it in a way where it could not be construed as insulting or offending, but really, there was just no realistic means in which to accomplish such a thing. Pointing out how fat they'd gotten in any way, no matter how subtle, was not going to sit well with the other women. Iori and Tomi had already gotten to stuffing their faces with some tasty hot sandwiches that Miwako had brought them. Yuki seemed to be more interested in the chocolate candies that were on display at a nearby stand, helping herself to a whole bag of them eventually as Natsuno bent over the stall next to her, unintentionally showing off her increasingly-massive rear end to all behind her.
"Oh, what have I gotten myself into?" Megumi sighed, but she quickly cheered up again when she took a bite of fresh, hot pizza alongside the other portly women. At least she was still so small compared to them, it wouldn't likely hurt her if she helped to an extra slice or two. Megumi was highly confident that she would be able to handle such a thing without any sort of complications. She was a DOCTOR, she understood how to take care of the body better than most.
Yuki had some limited awareness to her own changes but she didn't pay much attention to the changes of her friends anymore either. There was just too much to do, too much to ENJOY, to be preoccupied with something as mundane as some extra chub. They were never going to have to worry about weight gain in their time in the colony and growing up with everyone, growing a new humanity all over again, it just seemed like such a small issue compared to what they had already been through! Yuki remained steadfast in her belief that she had little to worry about. The only thing that had changed about her aside from her physique was that she had begun to develop a notable jovial switch to her personality. It was almost like she had begun to turn into a different person, she was enjoying her new time in the sim world far too greatly. As shown when she tried to induct the next girl into their food-based group.
"You should really come in and join us too, Ryoko. Believe me, I think someone like you deserves the chance to enjoy yourself more. We've already fixed your 'avatar' in the sim world so that you won't be injured or bandaged anymore. You can spend time with us and enjoy some good food that isn't so readily available here in the colony. What do you say?"
Yuki had suggested to the others that it would seem like a good idea if they were to invite Ryoko into their new little 'eater's group' inside the simulated world. Of course, everyone immediately agreed with it. Ryoko herself still liked to be more reserved, introverted, in comparison to the other women. It was simply part of her personality and for the most part everyone understood. However, she had still been aware enough that her friends were getting increasingly chubbier. She didn't want to say anything about it because confrontation was the last thing she'd wanted to deal with over the last few years of her life.
That was why, after looking Yuki up and down and noticing that there was prevalent chub that had built up around her chest and hips since they last talked, Ryoko almost considered leaving the room entirely to keep from saying anything out loud. "I'm not so sure..." She started to get up from her chair before she even finished saying four words.
"You might actually enjoy it, you know? I don't think it would hurt if you were to give it a try." Yuki tried to explain it in the best way possible.
Ryoko was still hesitant. She crossed her arms and turned herself away from Yuki, showing part of her back to her. "I...I don't know if I should go back in there...it would just remind me of...b-bad times."
"What makes you say something like that? You've been so stressed with all of the work you've done, trying to still make up for mistakes from almost a decade ago! You deserve to be able to have some happiness of your own, you know!"
Yuki didn't want to try and push Ryoko too hard, but she knew that this woman didn't always often do things for herself when she needed to. It was a terrible and self-sacrificing habit that she had developed over the course of her experiences inside the simulated world. Out of everyone here, she had probably the worst experience of them all, forced to go through so much physical pain and emotional turmoil for the sake of an abusive, manipulative man. Yuki got up from the table, walked around to close the distance between her and Ryoko, and then she embraced the woman in a hug.
"It's not like I'm going to drag you all of the way there, but you should give it some thought, okay?" Yuki softly spoke, not noticing as her ''motherly attributes'' pressed against Ryoko's back.
Ryoko blushed. For Yuki, someone who was usually the most stern one of them all, to be willing to show her this level of genuine affection...it just made it feel all the harder to turn down her offer, ultimately. Ryoko couldn't ignore it for very long. When she stepped into the simulated world again, she felt this incredible sense of nostalgia and yet also guilt. She took her time to push down the guilt and forget about it, but what might have actually helped her the most to get over it all was the delicious ice cream that a very fat-looking Tomi handed over her, grinning so widely that her jowls and double chin stuck out plainly to see.
Although they were stuffing their extremely chubby faces plenty while jumping back and forth between the simulated world and the real world. Tomi and Iori seemed most eager to return to the former because there they can eat as much as they pleased without seemingly any worry whatsoever. They were a little slower and a little heavier and maybe also a whole lot hungrier than usual, but that wasn't about to stop them from stuffing huge hot dogs and yakisoba buns in their chubby faces like it was no one's business. And now, Natsuno, Yuki, Megumi and Ryoko were always right there too, enjoying these delicious flavors and tasty snacks that they were freely allowed to indulge in without any hesitation or shame. The shame and hesitation HAD been there, but to have such wondrous taste on one's tastebuds tended to melt away all prevailing sense of shame and hesitation very, very quickly.
On one particular day, multiple months into their enjoyment of this new arrangement, the seven women, Miwako included, happily met together at a popular cafe. They had an entire platter of sweets stacked almost halfway to the ceiling; an exaggeration, of course, but it still looked huge at the sight of it. No one else in the building could eat remotely so much. A larger group of thinner women wouldn't have been able to eat this much. However, it was still only barely enough to fill the bellies of these very, very large individuals.
Tomi had to lean over her big belly, which folded against her chunky knees underneath her, as she grabbed a huge cinnamon bun her moon-like face now constantly pressing against her glasses. Iori had to really shuffle herself around and figure out the best way to lean so that her arms could get past her own gigantic chest the watermelon-sized boobs now far bigger than Morimura could even dream of being! . Yuki tried not to start snickering into her hot chocolate as she drank it; while one hand held the cup to her lips, the other hand began to subconsciously stroke at her own supple abdomen hidden underneath her jacket her chubby stomach on the edge of splitting into two rolls. Natsuno tried to shift back and forth to get herself more comfortable in her seat, but her backside tended to roll over the edges no matter how she sat, the seat letting out groaning noises until she stopped and focused back on her food. Even Ryoko was developing a distinctive hourglass shape, just like Megumi, and while plump she was nowhere as big as the aforementioned other hourglass, and she felt somewhat embarrassed to be there even as she calmly nibbled away at a sesame seed bagel whilst her chubby rear peeked out from the bottom of her shirt and her chest bounced against her shirt in a way that drew the eyes of boys walking past. Megumi had it far worse however, her hourglass figure developed to the point where her hips were forced to sway as she walked, her increasingly large boobs raising her shirt and showing off her now chubby gut.
Miwako wiped her hands with a napkin and dabbed at her lips for a few moments, having just finished off a rather delicious strawberry and cream parfait.
"That was so good! Oh, this place always makes the BEST sweets! I just can't get over how good they all are! I can see you are all enjoying it plenty! And I'm so glad that I get to enjoy them with you girls! Food is always better with friends and I never thought I'd be so blessed to have so many friends like this! Not just Iori and Tomi, but all of you! Thank you all so much for letting me be your friend!"
No one was really able to respond to show their positive support for Miwako's statement because they were all too busy eating, mouths stuffed fit to bursting.
"That's why!" Miwako's smile suddenly fell and she lowered her head somewhat, "It's a little hard that I have to admit I'm worried about our eating habits lately. I mean, you girls are eating a whole lot more than I expected, and, um, I'm worried if it might start being a bad influence on the diet I've been meaning to try." She placed a hand on her chubby stomach, cringing at how the fluffy mass touched her thighs that could only be described as “thicc”, even Miwako’s face had grown, with her own double chin threatening to permanently appear just like Tomi and Iori’s had, Instead of only when she opened her mouth to shove another spoonful of sundae in.
Tomi gulped down the last bite of her cinnamon bun. She cocked an eyebrow, some crumbs still clinging valiantly to her chubby jowls. "Uh, what do you mean by that, Miwako?"
"Heh heh, it's just, um, well, I have been noticing how everyone is, err, e-eating a lot more lately...you've all really grown a lot...and that's not necessarily a bad thing, but you know, none of you have tried to curb your eating or anything so I've been worried about what that means...I just don't want to be that big myself, you know! No offense! Really! I still love you all so much!"
Miwako’s words collectively hit Iori, Tomi, Natsuno, Yuki, Megumi and Ryoko like a truck. They had never really thought at all about how fat they were getting. They'd been feeling some of the effects, of course, but they only left those concerns as just bugs in the systems, tricks of the mind, or maybe something else that simply could be explained away very easily with the answer of 'it's not real'. Now that they thought about it, their clothes in this world didn't seem like they fit so well anymore, but it had to have been a mistake, like maybe they left a setting on or something. The gap in Yuki’s shirt, the overburdened buttons on Iori’s blouse, the rolled up shirt of Tomi, the tears in Natsuno's shorts, the way Megumi's stockings muffin-topped her thighs, even Ryoko's skirt was showing off a lot more of her plump cheeks than it used to... those didn't seem like things that would have been as noticeable as they obviously actually were.
This was a simulated world so their obesity, no matter how much it was, had to have been simulated too, right? There was no way...there might have been some look of chub outside in the real world too, they'd felt the squish here and there, but to be told by the AI of this simulated world that was the kindest women they’d even known that they looked fat, that was just...they didn't know how to respond.
While the six fat women sat there and grumbled amongst themselves in despondent confusion, Miwako glanced at her watch and suddenly let out a gasp.
"I'm sorry, I have to go and catch my bus! Please, enjoy the rest of the food yourselves! Um! Tomi! Iori! Let's catch up again soon, okay?" Miwako leapt up with a jolt that sent a slight jiggle through her chubby body, and half-waddled away from the shell-shocked group.
As the flabbergasted, blubber-bloated women watched Miwako toddle away out of the cafe, Tomi was the first one to finally speak up after letting out a nervous chuckle.
"W-Well, hey, we might have let our fun get out of hand in this simulation, but at least we aren't nearly this big in the real world, right?"
The six women stared at each other for a very long moment… until Natsuno’s chair broke from underneath her, the women shrieking as her fat ass hit the gound hard enough to crack the tiles beneath her as the other women struggled to their feet to help her.
Unfortunately for Tomi, she was not quite so accurate as she wished to be. Later that same day, the six fat women found themselves still very portly and hanging their heads in shame in front of a disappointed Tamao. They had believed that they could have gotten away with all of this eating without running into any problems at all, any sort of corpulent complications.
Or at least Tomi and Iori had believed it and then they had gotten the others roped into their mess. The six fat women all stood in a row, unable to lift their heads, as Tamao, who herself had already gained a fairly motherly shape (a pleasantly plump bottom-heavy hourglass that was hard to move past when she was in the kitchen) over the past few years, willingly chastised them as if they were still teenagers. They were all very much bursting out of their clothes at this point. The colony jumpsuits they wore were no longer meant to fit women of their substantial size; they were barely able to zip them over their sizeable forms.
"You should have been so much more careful! The simulation is not supposed to be a toy for you to play around with! You're supposed to use it for the sake of knowledge, of EDUCATION! It isn't there so you can get away with stuffing your faces! You can't rely on it like as a toy to cheat on your diets! Look at what it's done to you! It's actually made you get fatter in real life too! And now your appetites are totally unmanageable!"
"Um...well...you see..." Tomi tried to speak up first and foremost. It was more her fault than anyone else's because she would have pushed Iori to do this eating even if she hadn't agreed to go with it immediately. She wasn't someone who could just ignore her guilt forever.
"No! I don't want to hear it! I want you all to start dieting immediately! You're going to need to shrink down to more manageable sizes as soon as possible! Your families will appreciate it too! Your health is important, so take proper care of it!"
Tamao proceeded to poke each of the six women's tummies, pressing her index finger deep into their fat. Tomi was the chubbiest one of all, she was totally obese, and although not as big as in the sim world, she was definitely a woman that it was kind to consider 'overweight' or 'stocky', when her massive gut hung to her knees and her chubby arms teared the sleeves of her jumpsuit.
Tamao showed no qualms with her ruthlessness. She grabbed Natsuno's massive bottom, her fingers almost disappearing into the fatty cheek as she shook it. After how much she'd been eating, Natsuno had grown a backside that could fill two whole chairs, and that was quite possibly the fattest ass in the entire colony. The ex-runner was embarrassed to admit that she’d broken another chair in reality after she insisted she could still fit in one, further increasing Tamao’s ire
Next, Tamao pressed her hands into the underside of Iori's heavy chest. She made those big head sized-jugs wobble and shake so freely thanks to the fact that Iori had to give up on fitting into any of her current bras until new ones could be made, her chest was just too massive! If her husband saw her now poor Iori would have been mortified because she hadn't really been sure how to let him see how fat she'd gotten on account of careless eating.
She shook and jiggled the chub that coated both Ryoko and Megumi. They were definitely both pudgy now at the very least. Megumi more so than Ryoko, but that was not really saying much when they both had saggy, chubby tummies and squishy bottoms to spank. Ryoko’s chest was just barely bigger than Iori’s had been when this all stared, whilst Megumi’s thick legs made her jumpsuit look practically skin-tight in her thighs. Yuki attempted to dodge her, but Tamao just ignored her double-belly and pinched her jowls and double chin instead. Yuki was adamant that she still had some muscle left, but Tamao didn't believe it for a second.
Lastly, she went back to Tomi one more time (she couldn't give the bespectacled woman a BREAK) slapped both of her hands onto Tomi's big, protruding belly and made the whole thing ripple in between her palms. It had the consistency of jelly to it. Tomi threw her head back and tried not to moan, her moon-shaped face briefly turning the colour of mars. She let out a tiny mewl anyway.
"It's time you girls got to work...and stop eating so much! Before your appetites' start to affect even me!'' Tamao said, self-consciously running her hands over her own wide hips.
As the colony’s cook, Tamao’s habit of always taste-testing her food before serving dinner had caused her rear to expand into the fatty bubble it was now. She already regularly bumped people with her fat rear when she turned around too fast, she could only dread what these women’s appetite might do to her if given the chance!
The six women let out collective groans and sighs, knowing that Tamao would not allow them even a single cheat day. Messing around with simulations truly wasn't worth the trouble that it inevitably brought!