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Yukiko's Bunny Butler 2
🕑 Added 2025-07-27 12:41:30 +0000 UTCIn a rather embarrassing moment, I accidentally uploaded the same story twice last weekend! Here is something people haven't seen though!
Tags: Weight gain, bunnygirl, catgirl stuff.
This is AU/Non-canon a spinoff of an existing story: https://www.patreon.com/posts/yukikos-collar-1-101779347
--- Chapter 4 ---
Yukiko warmed up to sharing with Naoto as quickly as she warmed up to being a cat. Few meals ever went by that did not include some sort of quid pro quo feeding. Yukiko would ask for a double helping of cake and Naoto would earn herself a slice. Payment for her services as butler of the Amagi inn was done in sweet foods and quality time with the kitten princess. Yukiko hardly seemed to mind that her butler was getting fatter, becoming less equipped to deal with her usual stream of needy requests. What Naoto started to lack in speed she made up for in her presentation. Generous, full curves bloomed and then blimped on the young woman. Her breasts burst through all but the biggest bras, her butt doing the same with every pair of panties that she tried to wrap around them. Naoto was only kept proportional by a thick slab of belly fat. Even with the sheet of paunch pudge, she was the most extreme of hourglass shapes. Yet, much to Yukiko’s frustration, her butler refused to use the womanly assets she had been granted.
“Naoto!” Yukiko fumed one afternoon as she was served several glasses of soda. The dark, fizzy liquid had been lovingly poured into opulent glasses. Naoto had waddeled her way in from the kitchen, serving Yukiko in the main room of the inn. With patrons scattered around, it was almost like Yukiko was holding court or hosting a Parisian salon. As always, her heavy bulk was testing the durability of her favorite couch. Nearing 650 pounds, Yukiko was more than able to stress any furniture her doughy rump found. Her catlike fidgets and playfulness worked to grind the supports, eating away at the wood which valiantly held her. There were more important things to worry about for the fat cat. Namely, her butler’s image. “I will not have any of that soda until you present it properly!” The spoiled woman sniffed, throwing her head back. Black hair whirled around, watermelon breasts following soon after.
“Yukiko, what have I done?” Naoto cringed, shrinking back with timid fear. The tray shook in her hands as the worry of disappointing her friend settled over her. “I brought the tray like you asked.” 300 pounds of blue haired butler quivered, shrinking away from the annoyed predator. Yukiko’s feline nature came out most in moments of purest delight or anger. From the tone in Yukiko’s voice, Naoto could tell the fatter woman was close to hissing.
“You are clomping all over my nice floors!” Yukiko thumped a heavy leg, doing more damage than Naoto ever could. With each thump of Yukiko’s fat foot, Naoto backed up. Her butt, more than big enough to hold a party's worth of drinks, wobbled. The shy woman hugged the platter to her bountiful chest. She was dressed in shapely pants and an excessively tight shirt. Belly and breast fat popped out of every button hole. “My cute butler will not be allowed to move with such a lack of womanly grace!”
“Yuki. . .I don’t. . .I never practiced. . .” Naoto was caught between her love of Yukiko and her repressed feminine side. She tried to walk a couple more paces, working her hips as much as she could. The movement felt strange. Her breasts and ass jutted out on opposite sides, whilst her dangling gut sloshed in seemingly random directions. The drinks in her hand clattered together, coming very near spilling. Naoto’s butt sucked in her pants, further showing the delicious dimples of her enormous rear. The butler might have tugged her cuffs, had she been able to move her hands away from her tray.
Yukiko watched the ridiculous display, her ears flattening. Her anger dissipated the moment she saw Naoto’s flailing attempts to look sexy. “Oooohh Naoto. . .I see what we are working with here.” The catgirl groaned and shook her head. “Here. . .uuuugggh. . .let me help!” Yukiko put her arms down and began the laborious process of standing her bulk up. Again clad in little other than cute shorts and a much too small top, Yukiko’s grand and spoiled body was put on full display for the inn. Hefty breasts filled with milk and fat thumped and rolled against a belly that had done nothing but guzzle cream all day. She stood slowly, her legs shaking. The catgirl was used to having someone help her, typically Naoto. However, she had enough muscle to get her bulk upwards. She stood, taking two small test steps forward. Her tail swished back and forth, showing how pleased she was at standing under her own power. “There. . .we go. . .now. . .let me. . .help!”
“Of course.” Naoto bowed, widening her stance so her belly could flop between her thighs. She rose with noticeable difficulty. Dragging her breasts up was no longer a simple task. When Naoto was standing again, her eyes met with Yukiko’s. Naoto’s heart thumped, eager for whatever lesson the fatter woman was about to impart to her.
“Now, match my steps.” Yukiko threw her hair back. She stepped with whatever grace was left in her obese body. Though gaining feline features had helped make Yukiko more sensual, weighing over 600 pounds helped to balance the equation. She sauntered, throwing one log shaped leg around the other. Her foot falls were strangely quiet for how big she was. Though, for as quiet as Yukiko’s steps were, she could not hide the weighty tremors moving up and down Naoto’s own flab. “Juuust throoow your hips a little.” Yukiko walked, her ass sliding like butter melting in a pan. “Heee-heee, we’re both pretty big so a little goes a long way.” Yukiko winked. She put her hands up, stretching them towards the ceiling. Breasts with no bra to constrain them turned back and forth, tight nipples pointing into her shirt. Yukiko reached Naoto and dropped her hands. The splatted against her blubbery body, sympathy ripples moving outwards. “Ready to try again?”
“Could. . .could you show me?” Naoto asked, both wanting to learn and feel her employer’s luscious body against her own. Yukiko laughed and danced her way around Naoto. Chubby hands felt first her love handles, squishing the growing rolls. Then, they slowly dribbled down onto Naoto’s hips. Naoto was bumped from behind as Yukiko’s belly landed. Whatever steps Naoto took, the jiggles of her ass would paint a canvas of ripples across Yukiko’s gut. Breasts filled the empty space of Naoto’s back. Yukiko squished in tightly, allowing only so much room as to make it possible for Naoto to walk. The cat girl purred, ready to begin the lesson. She nudged one of Naoto’s legs, whilst shifting the butler’s massive ass. Naoto squeaked, but followed the cue. She took a step forward, Yukiko guiding her hands. Her butt lifted up the sheet of belly blubber atop it. Both then dropped, terminating their fall in a series of slaps. Naoto sucked in her breath, taking another step. Each one made her feel better. Slowly, grace was flowing from Yukiko into her.
The two practiced until Yukiko could no longer be bothered to support her own weight. She slumped into her couch, once again coming close to breaking it. Naoto stood over her, bosom falling onto the tray of soda. “That will be all for now.” Yukiko said, taking the tray. “Practice while I drink. . .then we can work some more.” She smiled, showing her small fangs. “I will be assessing every move you make. Naoto bowed, a blush creeping across her face. Somewhere, from a dim corner of reality tucked away from the real world, two shadows watched the girls with glee.
--- Chapter 5 ---
“Naoto? There’s something. . .different about you?” Yukiko asked, cocking her head to the side. She stared at her friend, curiously inspecting the detective turned maid. There was something off about the other woman. The catgirl twitched her ears, the little black triangles flipping up and down as she studied her employee. Naoto was fatter, true, but that was to be expected. Within the gluttonous inn, it was easy to pick up weight. Yukiko herself has finally reached 700 pounds. Naoto had been subject to an even more drastic jump in weight. In the space of time that it had taken Yukiko to gain 50 pounds, Naoto had gained 100. Now over 400, the shapely maid’s hourglass figure was becoming obscene. Her breasts were large enough that it took multiple hands to heft them up. They had escaped any bra sizes that might be purchased from conventional stores. It spoke to Naoto’s growing confidence in her sex that she did not try to hide or bind them. Currently, the pair of milky balloons filled her hoodie; a pink hand-me-down from Yukiko to keep her decent.
“Uhhhm. . .I can’t think of anything.” Naoto put a finger to her lips, mimicking one of the many cute movements that Yukiko had shown her. The walking lessons had grown into general sexiness and femininity training. The spoiled catgirl would not tolerate anything in her presence being overly masculine or ugly. She wanted pink, she wanted fuzzy, she wanted girlie. Anything else that was less than utter adorability was thrown away. Naoto, unwilling to be separated from the object of her affection, was quick to change. “I proooomise I’m the same, wonderful butler you’ve always had!” In a move both spontaneous and uncoordinated, Naoto tried to do a small bunny hop. She tripped and fell forward, her fat splooshing across the ground. Her stomach flooded out from the pink sweater while her thighs jiggled against the confines of the pencil skirt that Yukiko had forced her into. Naoto struggled on the ground, trying to regain her composure. Yukiko’s eyes flashed as she watched the fat woman try to keep her hands on her hat.
“Mrrrreeeeooowww. . .I think someone is lying!” Yukiko’s heavy tail flickered back and forth, barely visible from around the sides of her humongous hips. She inched off the couch, intending to slide onto the floor with catlike grace. Her fat, as usual, failed her. Yukiko was dragged down towards the floor almost as quickly as Naoto was. Yukiko at least managed to land on her hands and knees, her feline qualities having not totally been buried under her rampant obesity. The hefty cat shook herself, stomach generously sliding along the floor. She slunk over to her maid, trying to be coy. “I thiiiiink that there is something under that hat!” Yukiko tried to pounce, eyes turning into cat pupils with the aggressive motion. Her heavy body reared up, butt blooming out of her sweatpants. Her breasts, the only pair bigger than Naoto’s in inaba, thumped up and down as she tried to fall on the other woman. Yukiko smiled, enjoying the hunt, her sharp fangs showing. She fell just inches away from the blue haired maid, pooling out into a mass of warm blubber. Her tail flipped from buttcheek to buttcheek, further jiggling. “Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!” Yukiko flicked her claws out towards Naoto’s hat.
“Noooo! You can’t!” Naoto tried to roll away, but her breasts worked against her. She pulled backwards, scooting away from her adorable attacker. However, she lost steam at the apex of her roll. Gravity, working upon her breasts and belly, started to bring the curvaceous woman back. She tried to balance with her arms, but the thought of leaving her hat undefended scared them back. Her thick biceps bounced up and down, bumping against Yukiko’s own hefty arms. Naoto toppled back down, landing partially upon the catgirl. The two struggled on the floor, rolling and pushing. Their movements were clumsy and awkward. Days upon days of limited movement and constant eating had made them forget their combat experience. Rather than teens who had fought interdimensional corruption, they were fat adults rolling about on the floor. More and more flowed from under their clothes, pooling over the floor.
Yukiko growled and hissed, not liking to be denied. “Noato! I order you to hand it over!” The Amagi princess said, growling after. Naoto shivered and paused, caught between maintaining her privacy and obeying her lady. The momentary pause gave Yukiko enough time to act. She hooked a claw through Naoto’s hat and yanked it off. Seconds later, both women yelled. Yukio’s noise was out of excitement, Naoto’s from being exposed once more. Naoto folded her hands over her head, this time summoning the strength to roll away. She cowered towards the edge of the room, hunkering her mass as low as it would go. Her butt wobbled back and worth as she cowered, not showing her head. Yukiko, eager to once again see what she had exposed started to crawl across the ground, prowling like the predator species she was.
“Aaaaa-ha!” Yukiko breathed heavily as she moved. It had been many days since she had undergone this much movement. Her belly dragged on the ground and her butt wobbled back and forth. Yet, she moved with a grace that could only come from being a cat. Her ears were perked up, almost vibrating with excitement. “Naoto-chan. . . wassssch. . .mrreeeeooow. . . keeping secrets. . .from me!” Her voice was bubbly. The obese cat purred as she got closer, rubbing her pale fat upon Noato. Yukiko did not stop there, slowly pulling back the other woman’s head, hands peeling away the chubby digits of the former detective. As Yukiko worked, bunny ears unfurled themselves from the top of Naoto’s head. They were tall and blue, matching the color of her hair. Yukiko’s eyes shined as she stared at the waving ears. It did not take much deduction to realize how soft the velvety material would feel. “Oooooooh my bunny butler, let me. . .mrrreeeooow. . .test your ears!” Yukiko made a slow grab at them.
“No! I can’t!” Naoto ducked away. Though Yukiko missed her target, plenty of belly fat landed upon Naoto’s wide back. She was pinned under the excess, pushed further into the wall. Yukiko was relentless in her desire to feel up the other woman. Her hands latched onto the soft, velvet fur of Naoto’s ears. Though a catgirl with claws, Yukiko’s touch was buttery smooth. Her plump thumbs massaged Naoto’s ears, causing little ripples of fat to run through them both. Naoto’s struggling stopped immediately. She could not worm away, held in place by the electric feeling running from her fuzzy ears and into her fluffy fat. “Nooooo. . .Yukiii. . .pleasscch.” the blubbery woman started to melt in the hands of her capable mistress. Naoto spread over the ground, her arms and legs flopping out. Yukiko lay atop her, purring and playing with Naoto’s ears.
“I should. . .mrreeeeooow. . .punish you for. . .hiding these.” Yukiko licked her lips indulgently. Everything that was apart of Naoto should rightfully belong to her, being the mistress of the inn. As her subordinate, Naoto should offer up her blubbery butt, heaving chest, and newly grown ears as tribute to Yukiko in equal measure to the services she already rendered. Yukiko spread her own vast bulk over Naoto, enjoying the feeling of fat spreading atop fat. Their bodies moved in sync, waves undulating between the two. Yukiko held Naoto’s ears like little handles, using them to stay balanced. Her 600 pounds was more than enough to overwhelm Naoto’s 400. Yet, Yukiko wondered if maybe that should always be the case. Was a butler’s duty only to bring food and drink to her master? Could she function better in other roles? Yukiko purred as delicious ideas came to her. She wanted more from Naoto, especially with this newest change. “For now. . .puuuuurrrrrr. . .you jussscht owe me. . .some massage time!” Yukiko smiled, revealing sharp little teeth. Her flabby arms continued to tease Naoto’s ears.
--- Chapter 6 ---
“Naooootoooo. . .huuuff. . .are you. . .coming?” Yukiko asked, not bothering to turn. Laden with garish shopping bags and her own 500 pounds worth of fat, she was too heavy for idle movement. It also seemed unbecoming of a princess to bother with turning around. Whatever love she might have felt for Naoto, the butler would have to present herself to Yukiko and not the other way around. She waited, black triangle ears twitching to catch what Naoto might be doing behind her. She heard the sounds of Tokyo, with all its hustle and bustle. Yet, underneath it all, she heard the footsteps of a very fat and tired woman coming up behind her. There was heavy thudding which beat through the noise of the other hundreds of people walking past Yukiko. Her ears and nose twitched, eagerly picking up any information about the blubbery woman approaching her. After each step there was a sigh or wheeze, signs that Naoto was every bit as out of shape as Yukiko. Further, there was the smell of takoyaki. Yukiko’s nose and ears twitched as she heard and smelled her butler taking another bite.
“Mmmmgghph. . .I’m. . .mmmggphph. . .here!” Naoto said, finally waddling into view. Rather, her stomach came first and seemed to drag along the rest of her. To Yukiko’s dissatisfaction, Naoto’s style had regressed. Rather than wearing any of the cute, pink, and cat themed attire that had been sent to her, Naoto had gone back to wearing her stuffy button up shirts and dress slacks. Yet, Yukiko could hardly be upset with with soft girth that Naoto had been packing on. From either direction of the sloping gut came equal amounts of human pudding. Breasts that had long burst all the bras meant to contain them as well as a butt that rumbled and undulated even when its owner was not moving. Naoto’s weight had risen precipitously. She now went pound for pound with her mistress, Yukiko only managing to outweigh her by 75 or 100 pounds.
Yukiko gave a sidelong glance at Naoto, now that she had fully arrived within her field of view. She watched as the obese woman slurped up another couple octopus balls. Naoto’s ears shivered, quivering with repressed delight as she gulped the food down. The order had been enough for two people, but it was barely a snack to either woman. Yukiko turned, her long hair catching in the breeze to fully reveal her own flabby neck. “How is my butler eating more than me today?” She spoke the playful accusation to her servant. Her arms shuffled the myriad of bags, all stuffed with dresses and cute plushies, and reached for Naoto. Fat fingers scooped up handfuls of gut fat. She jiggled Naoto’s paunch. It was massive, more than enough to buy a small person. Yet, Yukiko never referred to it as anything more than a “tummy”. “I think. . .my little butler. . .is relaxing more than. . .I am.” Yukiko affected a deeper wheeze, inflating her already natural and inherent one to new heights. She wanted to seem equal parts pathetic and pretty.
“Oh. . .BBBLUUURRUUP. . .I’m scho. . .schoorry. . .” Naoto looked down sheepishly. Guilt flooded her face just as fat flooded her body. Her belly seemed to be reaching out even further than normal, trying to make amends with Yukiko’s own paunch. Her ears drooped even as Yukiko’s perked up further. “I wasscch. . .jusscht so. . . mmmpgghph. . .hungry.” Naoto, ever wanting to please her lady, nervously sucked down the final four octopus balls. Her mouth was splattered with sauce and bits of fried crust. She looked even more guilty covered with food, a woman that had forgotten her job because of addiction. Thankfully, she was in league with a very understanding mistress.
“Uuuuh-huuuuh!” Yukiko reached forward, she had to stand on her tip toes in order to get enough leverage to pass by both of their bulks. Her finger, with a perfectly painted claw, whisked the food mess away. Yukiko suckled on it. “Hassch. . .mmmhmmm. . .schomeone been . . .enjoying the local. . .flavor.” She smiled through the taste testing. Her blubber bounded and jiggled against Naoto’s as she spoke. The two obese women filled the sidewalk. The slight and skinny people had to give them a wide berth. Yukiko’s quick, darting eyes were quick to note just how much space they took up. She liked the feeling.
“Uhm. . .” Naoto wanted to lie, but a gurgle from her stomach forced the truth out of her. She looked at Yukiko and blushed, her hands trying to roll her stomach as if it were a towl. Her suspenders slackened as fat was lifted up, their torment put to an end briefly. “. . .yes. . .sorry if that was. . .bbbbluuuurrup. . .in the way of my. . .oorrup. . .duties.” Naoto started to bow, but stopped as she felt her butt cheeks pressing dangerously into her pants. She straightened, tugging her clothes back into order.
Yukiko reached out a soft, milky white hand. She patted Naoto’s cheek, making her blush. “That’s ok. . .this is a day out for you. . .too.” She winked. “You carry. . .uuuggh. . .one bag. . .and I’ll buy you another treat!”
Naoto blushed, embarrassed that she was getting spoiled as she was. However, she was loath to say no to any deal offered by Yukiko. Naoto stretched her arm out, gladly accepting the bag of undersized clothing. “I am happy. . .ooooff. . .to take your. . .aah. . .deal.” Naoto grunted and moaned through a full bow. Her butt flared out against her pants, swallowing any possible free space. The large panties she had on were fully outlined against the fabric. Naoto stretched as low as her pants would permit, finally raising and finishing her veneration of Yukiko. The flabby tabby was already off ordering yakitori for her butler. Naoto’s mouth began to wet, imagining the taste of the grilled chicken and vegetables.
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“Come now. . .Naoto. . .another bag?” Yukiko snapped a finger some time later. With another store visited, she was in need of offloading more baggage. She waited until she could hear Naoto huffing and puffing. With a hand and bag outstretched, she turned in a slow and royal manner towards her butler. Yukiko tried her best to keep a mischievous grin from her face as she studied the waddling woman. Naoto was not handling the shopping spree well. Bags had continued to fill her arms, just as food from street vendors filled her hands. Buttons on her shirt were arriving at the point of popping off, whilst her suspenders looked fit to snap at any moment. Her face was red, dotted with the leftover stains from meals. In either hand she held food. One plump hand caressed a sugary boba tea, whilst the other held several sticks worth of dango between her fat fingers. Each step ended with Naoto taking a bite or slurp from her food and began with a little wheeze.
“Not struggling too much. . .are you?” Yukiko was able to speak much more freely, enjoying her lack of baggage. Her flabby arms were free to move as she pleased, as she held only the most recent bag. She held it by a claw, her ears twitching with delight as she watched Naoto decide between eating and managing another burden. Smart as she was, Naoto quickly surmised the situation. In a flash, the dango were all sucked into her mouth, leaving only sticks. She then looped her arm around the bag, letting it rest with the others. Thus, Naoto was ready for more food. “I want this trip to be fun. . .and filling. . .for us both!” Yukiko purred as she patted her bunny’s cheek. She giggled as Naoto’s fluffy ears sprang up.
“Mmmgghpgh. . .very. . .mmmghgph. . .filling! I scchwear!” Naoto huffed the words out. Sweat rolled down her face and her stomach was starting to tighten from the food. Yet, Naoto was made of sterner stuff. She was not going to gainsay the little outing that she and Yukiko were in the middle of. She would revel in the glorious alone time. “Mosccht. ..bbblooorrup. . .happy to. . .uuurup. . .continue.” She nodded. Yukiko led the way, swishing her large rump towards more food and more shops. Naoto followed along behind, her ears flitting from pointing up in excitement or flattening with worry. She was always assessing the job she was doing for Yukiko, wanting to mold herself into the perfect butler. Though she could not immediately see the reasoning why, it seemed to Naoto that the indulgent catwoman wanted her to eat well. Naoto did as she was bid, waddling along and awkwardly carting Yukiko’s goods. The pair feasted and shopped through the brightly lit streets of Tokyo, though one did more eating and the other did more shopping.
