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Yukiko's Collar Part 2
🕑 Added 2025-02-25 01:33:15 +0000 UTCPart 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/yukikos-collar-1-101779347
Part 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/yukikos-collar-134714003
Tags: Persona 4, extreme weight gain, personality change, and Anime Catgirl fun!
I didn't forget!!!! Sorry that this is a day late, I felt like shit over the weekend. Also, for the $5 tier, will be working on the voted story, but that will probably be delayed until March.
--- Chapter 6 ---
“Hey, pssst, Chie,” Yosuke said as class began. “How is Yukiko doing? Is she still. . .” The words trailed off into a pregnant silence. There were few ways to ask if a mutual friend was furthering her descent into becoming a fat layabout. Yukiko’s star had once been bright and shining. She had been the pride of Inaba. Cultured, beautiful, smart, and determined, Yukiko was emblematic of the best of Japanese society. Now, however, she was none of those things. She wasn’t even present at school half the time. The obese woman would rather loll about the inn, calling in sick and spending her day snacking. It was a wonder that the inn was still functioning at all. It was a credit to the employees that Yukiko had trained prior to her decadent spiral.
“She’s still fat. She still thinks she’s a cat.” Chie groaned, putting her head on her forearms. It was embarrassing to even admit. Whatever sickness had gotten a hold of Yukiko was only intensifying. It had been easier to tolerate Yukiko’s “condition” when she was overeating and slowing down at work. The newest developments had instilled a painful case of secondhand embarrassment within Chie. Yukiko purred when she was happy, hissed when something startled her, and filled every sentence with as many cat puns as she could. Chie had caught the black haired woman rubbing her face with the back of her wrists, treating them like little paws. This was all done in public, without any fear of judgment or comments. The only positive about Yukiko at the moment was that she was often too lazy to venture out of her room or the inn. Eventually she would slink out, usually when she hungered for attention. Chie spared Yosuke the specifics, not having the strength to mention them. “We really have to do something. She’s gotten so bad that she-”
“Quiet please!” A sharp voice cut through the conversation and a ruler slapped down onto Chie's desk. Ms.Tanaka, the literature teacher for this year, hovered like a hawk above the two students. She was approaching fifty, with her hair tied in a librarian’s bun. Streaks of gray shot through her hair. She slapped the ruler down a second time, bringing Chie violently out of her slump. “Thank you, Miss Satonaka. I will expect you and Mr.Hanamura to curtail your conversations until after class.” She turned, taking proud strides towards the front of the class. She flipped open her book. “Now, I believe we can continue our lesson. Please open your books. . .”
Ms.Tanaka was interrupted, however it was not by Chie or Yosuke. Rather, there was a loud wheezing and the rattling of the door. A big shape was on the other side, fully filling the small glass pane nestled in the door. The door handle shook, as if someone was fighting to reach it. When it finally turned, the door was shoved open by a pale and exposed belly. Yukiko had arrived.
Chie and Yosuke looked at each other, a mutual sigh following soon after. “Aaah. . .sorry. . .about. . .mreeeooooww. . .my tardiness.” Yukiko waddled into the room just far enough to give the teacher and class sad kitten eyes. She angled her face down, making her thick neck wobble. From the nest of facial fat, she looked up at Ms.Takana, clasping her hands to her chest. Fat palms sank between expansive breasts. Gigantic but ever so squishy melons escaped through any free space in Yukiko’s arms. Fat encircled fat as her palms were absorbed into her breasts. There was little preventing the class from getting as intimate a view of Yukiko’s breasts and stomach as they wanted. Rather than the school uniform, the catgirl aspirant had chosen her own wardrobe. In keeping with her current state of mind, it was highly inappropriate for most public venues.
Yukiko’s shirt was bright pink, with a kitten shaped hole cut in the center to help expose her breasts. As her fat palms dropped down, her cleavage window was put on display to the class. Yukiko’s breasts had become large and unruly enough to distort the shape of the shirt, obscuring what the shape was. The little tag line above it helped give clarity. Written in cutesy font above the boob window was “A-meow-zing Kitties!”. The words shifted hypnotically as Yukiko waddled the rest of the way into the class. 360 lbs does not move easily and Yukiko was especially slow. Her tired waddled gave the class ample time to study how her shirt danced to the rhythms of her jiggling cleavage. Likewise, they were treated to how her stomach sagged out from under the shirt. Yukiko found it annoying to tuck her gut in, so she didn’t. The world could look upon her tummy-pillow and be jealous that they could not cuddle it. Her stomach passed through the door warily, coming close on a couple occasions to hitting the walls. It was left for her butt to hit and batter the doorframe.
“It was. . .purrr-sitively impossible getting. . .out of bed. . .this morning!” Yukiko was at least honest about her tardiness. She huffed the words out without any excuse, instead focusing on simply entering the room. Her butt was chugging through the door frame, its doughy expanse becoming intimate with the walls. Yukiko’s shorts matched her shirt well for utter inappropriateness. They were small and in constant danger of being sucked into her bobbling asscheeks. Each thudding step made the outlines of her buttcheeks more obvious. Curves, dimples, and other little wrinkles were marked perfectly. Yukiko stopped with irregular intervals to hike her pants back up. The procession was complete as she waddled to the room, standing before Ms.Tanaka. The class was treated to a full view of her gigantic hips and butt. “Purr-fect and Juicy” was written across Yukiko’s butt. Chie groaned, seeing what her friend had been spending her money and time on. Yukiko, meanwhile, was focused on her teacher.
“Msscccch Tanaka, I’m. . .nyyyyaaaaah. . .so sorry.” Yukiko stretched as she spoke, a little yawn escaping her mouth. Her shirt raised up even more, exposing her entire stomach. Yukiko tugged it back into place, though that was mostly so she could look cute and clueless. “Will this absence count against my grade?” Yukiko’s voice wavered. Chie struggled to tell if her friend was actually worried, or if she wanted to spend time buttering their teacher up. Yukiko shifted back and forth, her butt lifting and falling with each small sway of her hips. Likewise, as her shirt was tugged back into place, her breasts popped further out of the kitten shaped hole. Chie could only just see Yukiko’s collar, wedged deeply into the back of Yukiko’s thick neck. The sound of the bell was a constant, underpinning every movement and word that the obese woman purred out. “I’d mmeeeoow-ke it up. . .if I could.” Yukiko forced the pun and Chie put her head back down on the desk. Not only was Yukiko about to be disciplined by the teacher, she was going to look as silly as possible beforehand. However, Chie had not factored something in. Ms.Tanaka was a cat lover.
“Of course not!” The mature woman gushed, her sternness vanishing in an instant. As a single woman over 40, Ms.Tanaka had supplanted love missing in her life with cats. “I could never punish such a bright and adorable young woman.” The older woman gushed, sparkles filling her eyes. She reached a hand out and rubbed Yukiko’s head. Black cat ears that Chie had not seen earlier popped up. Chie adjusted her glasses, telling herself that Yukiko was just wearing a cosplay headband. That particular lie was wearing thin, especially as the ears perked up with Ms.Tanaka’s continued petting. She stroked the fat woman’s head, knowing all the best places to please a young kitten. Yukiko swooned, her knees growing weak as she was treated to the attention she so desired. “You just take your seat, dear, and we’ll get this all straightened out.” Yukiko was walked to her seat, the petting continuing the entire journey. Yukiko blushed as she felt her head getting rubbed and patted. She particularly felt little happy twitches from the sides of her head, where the fuzzy little triangles sprouted from. The petting paused as Yukiko arrived at her seat, the desk between Chie and Yosuke. It had grown pitifully worthless for the job it was intended for. Bearing Yukiko’s mass was a job beyond the small chair’s abilities.
“Heeeey. . .aaaaah. . .Chieee!” Yukiko’s hello was accentuated by a yawn. Whatever alertness had come from the waddle to school had been sapped by the petting. Once again bathed in a deluge of attention, Yukiko could settle back into the slumber that defined her existence. “Yooosukee. . .nyyyaaaah-ice to see. . .you.” She flapped an indulgent hand, tiredness having stolen the function of her muscles. Chie rolled her eyes and Yosuke’s eyes flitted uncomfortably between the two women. Unconcerned about her friend’s opinions, Yukiko started to settle into her seat. She turned like a tank, though a beautifully shaped one. Her butt knocked against desks behind and infront of her own seat. The class was given a full view of the cat aficionado’s blubber as it crashed through her skimpy outfit. When she felt her butt brush against her chair, Yukiko brought her bulk to a stop. She tested her legs, signaling to the other students that she would need help. It was hard to sit gracefully without aid anymore. Eager students hopped out of their seats, arms open for a chance of accepting Yukiko’s blubber. There was quiet laughter as Yukiko’s fat rebuffed one of the students, bouncing him away. The student had moved too quickly, not understanding the true depths of Yukiko’s new padding. Fat handled quickly would just bounce him away. He returned more slowly and reverently.
“Ooooh thank you.” Yukiko said, not entirely addressing anyone. The words could have been meant for Ms.Tanaka or the students helping her. Secretly they all believed it was meant for them alone. The adoration of Yukiko was a strange thing. Her ever present fatness was comical in a cute way. Her lazy nonchalance was endearing. She took few things very seriously, but was sweet about it. There was just a sense that Yukiko needed to be nurtured, protected, and taken care of. Those feelings only intensified when chosen to be one of her many guardians. The two boys helping Yukiko did so with the utmost care. They supported her weight with arms and legs that were unfit for the magnitude of service. Yukiko rolled back, her butt spreading as she squatted down. The black shorts grew even more threadbare as her buttcheeks billowed laterally. The words stretched into illegibility, growing into white blobs as she started to make contact with her seat. The desk folded as a buttcheek started to tip it back. It was saved from destruction only by another diligent student. The chair, however, was forced to take every bit of weighty punishment.
The four legs of the chair flexed and bent in the middle. The men holding Yukiko shook from the effort, their arms and legs screaming to drop her. They held on only out of dedication. Ms.Tanaka, meanwhile, rubbed Yukiko’s head to ease her journey into the seat. Yukiko smiled as breasts were allowed to flood out horizontally across the two desks behind her, taking a rich share of the real estate. They were to be her pillows for the day, undulating masses on which she could rest her soft face. Her butt finally settled fully into the chair, her gut and love handles bunching up on it and the desk. Yukiko shifted slowly, turning her bulk around so that she could face forward. She had to move in hops and slides, her fat all but stuck on the classroom furniture. “Mmmmm. . .so comfy!” She said, enjoying the feeling of her blubber folding back on itself. Though usually she liked her bulk to spread out across a mattress or couch, this was also acceptable. A sunbeam fell across her desk, perfect for warming her into a comfortable snooze. The thought alone caused Yukiko to melt into a puddle, oozing across her desk. A final pat from Ms.Tanaka ensured that Yukiko would spend the next 45 minutes sleeping.
The teacher took a couple steps back from Yukiko, watching as the ears on her head band twitched and adjusted. Doubtless, some movement of rolls were accidentally changing the position of Yukiko’s cat eared headband. It was funny how lifelike they looked. She wore a bright smile as she addressed the class. “Now, does anyone have notes from the past week’s lecture? We need to make sure that Miss. Amagi can keep pace with us.” She glanced at Yukiko, who had fallen asleep. The only thing the fatter woman was keeping pace with was meals and naps, two areas she excelled in. Ms.Tanaka was prepared to offer a boost to credit, but found the gesture was unnecessary. A plethora of hands shot up, each offering their papers. Ms.Tanaka did her best to sort through the notes at a glance, selecting the top students. Meanwhile, Yukiko shifted to scratch at an inch that was bothering her. Unconcerned with any academic endeavors, her chubby hands strained to reach the seat of her pants. Her butt wobbled back and forth, each cheek squishing out to its furthest extent as weight was applied to it.
Yukiko settled into the desk with a strange sort of grace. Her round, 300-plus pound bulk certainly fell into the desk, but it was a controlled fall. Her fat molded around the desk, leaving little room for anything that was not Yukiko’s brand of softness. Her breasts lunged up under her chins as she sat, their squishy immensity bounding off of the desk. They almost tore the warped cleavage hole in her shirt apart. It was only the stretchiness of the material that saved her from a total wardrobe collapse. As it stood, she was quite close regardless. Her black pants were stretched to an absolute threadbare state as they squashed the seat. The chair made a strangled gasp as Yukiko’s full weight was applied. There was a tension as thick as Yukiko’s waistline in the classroom as the students waited to see if the chair would accept her bulk. Only by the grace of god did it. Yukiko, for this luck, was rewarded with a stack of notes presented by one of the students.
The class continued with Yukiko nodding in and out of it. Her fat was warm and comfy and the lesson was just boring enough to provoke her to sleep. Her hammy arms would lower, spreading across the desk in a way perfectly suited for her chubby face to lean on. Yukiko would blink endlessly, yawning just enough so that the sharp tips of her canines could be seen. Gravity affected sleepy kittens more than regular people and Yukiko most of all. Finally, the temptation was too great and she gave herself to somnolence. The fat catgirl fell towards the desk, her chins flopping as they landed. Yukiko’s chubby face almost seemed to bounce upon making with arms, as if the fat was rubbery. As the kinetic energy dissipated, she settled into her sleeping posture, easing her butt back against the small bars which held the back.
Blubber overwhelmed the tiny rods, swallowing them just as they had the seat proper. Yukiko’s ability to melt into a puddle had only grown stronger. She seemed only to be a pile of pink fat with black hair and ears sticking out. “Ooooooh. . .yaaaaaaww. . .a princessch does. . . hoooooo. . .need her rest.” She breathed the words out, trying to further cast a spell over her body. Her gut flooded out under the desk pancaking the flimsy faux-wood between her paunch and breasts. The Amagi princess’ rest would have been complete, had her butt been able to rest comfortably. Huffing and sniffling, Yukiko alternated between making her cheeks dance. Though they had claimed all the space on the chair, they could find a spot worth resting on. “Ooooh. . .my throne is. . .aaaah-miss.” The partially slumbering feline complained, one of her yellow eyes trained on Chie with the expectation of assisting.
“Yukiko!” Chie ignored her destined role, instead trying to pull Yukiko back to a time before deceptively realistic cat ears and wardrobe malfunctions. “You should be listening.” She thought about poking her friend, but did not want to risk getting hissed at. She would instead prompt Yukiko from a safe distance.
“Chiiiieeeee. . .I have the notes.” Yukiko nuzzled her face into the stack of papers that had been given to her. Already a small pile of drool was smudging out the valuable information. “I’ll be. . .fine. . .uuuggh. . .” Yukiko’s soft voice grew harsh as she tried again to settle into her chair. A thick hand reached back, scratching at her enormous butt. She whined, upturning her bottom lip in a showy display of frustration. “. . .if I could jusssccht get. . .mmeerrrooow. . .cowmffeeeee!” Yukiko’s arm wobbled as she scratched and tugged at her pants.
“Yuki, please!” Chie finally tried to reach over, wanting to spare her friend from embarrassment. She realized, as Yukiko took a small swipe at her, that things had finally reached the point where extra help was necessary. Whatever was going on with Yukiko needed to be addressed by the entire team, rather than just her. Well, her and Naoto. . .for whatever help the blue haired detective had been. “Just settle down until class is out. Then we can go to the nurse!” Chie suggested, at least trying to compromise. Unfortunately, the suggestion was immediately warped by the princess.
“Wonderful idea, Chie!” Yukiko straightened instantly. For a second she looked like her old self, ignoring the fat. Her back was straight, her eyes focused ahead, and her hand was raised. For a tantalizing moment, Chie thought that she had gotten through to the old Yukiko. Unfortunately, she was wrong. “Miisscch Tanakaaaaaa. . .may I go to the nurse!” Yukiko said, not waiting to be called on. Taken aback, the teacher pointed at Yukiko, prompting more words from the spoiled fatty. Yukiko ruffled her shirt, tugging it down over her blooming belly. “And Chie needsscch to. . .escort me-rrrroooooow!” It would not have been a sentence from Yukiko without including a cat pun. The teacher bowed as if granting the request of a noble, an act which flattered Yukiko greatly. Her headband, and the seemingly real ears atop it, shot up in delight. She peeled herself out of the desk, lugging her hefty breasts and doughy stomach upwards. The tiredness which had been weighing upon Yukiko was seemingly swallowed by her fat as she nabbed Chie and waddled towards the door.
Once in the hall, Yukiko started to rummage in her pants again. Her thick fingers ran over the same spot. “Aaaaaagggh. . .schoooo frustrating.” She huffed. Chie put a hand over her eyes as Yukiko began to scratch herself like a bear, rubbing her back and butt against the walls of the school. She shimmied up and down, wobbling her ass back and forth. The blubbery cheeks clapped as they were jiggled mercilessly. Though Yukiko scratched and shimmied, no relief came to her. “Chie! You have to help!” The princess finally made a proclamation. “Something is itching my butt!” She thrust the gigantic cheeks into her friend, crushing her against the wall with little trouble.
“Yuki!” Chie tried to push her friend away. Her hands sank into delicious thick blubber. All the martial arts training in the world could not help Chie push off her friend. Her hands only sank further towards where Yukiko’s buttcheeks bloomed out of her pants. “Seriously, there’s nothing. . .even. . .wrong. . .oh,” Chie’s struggles ended with a whimper. Her hands had drifted under the lowest back fold. There, snuggled around one of Yukiko’s heavy buttcheeks, Chie had found something soft and fluffy. Her hands drew it out shakingly. The object was long and tubular with a rounded tip. It was a tail. And it was seamlessly attached to Yukiko’s butt. “Yuki, I think you need to stop wearing that collar.” Chie said, connecting disparate dots in her mind. She looked at her friend’s cat eared headband, watching them twitch. They had indeed always moved a bit too lifelike.
“Why’s that?” Yuki spun, wobbling to a point where she could see what Chie had freed from her pants. “OOOoooooOOOO a TAAAAIIIL!” Yukiko gushed, hugging the flicking appendage to her thick body. “Now I’m a real kitty!”
--- Chapter 7 ---
Chie scowled as she heard the Junes jingle and slogan play. It was trite to even say it, but everyday was indeed not great at Junes. The team had gathered at the old haunt, summoned by an emergency text from Chie and backed up by Yosuke. Rise, Naoto, Kanji, and of course Yukiko had all taken their seats around one of the tables in the food court. Yukiko practically filled her bench, blubber pooling over into the seats of Kanji or Naoto. Chie could at least take solace in the fact that all the members of the Investigation Team were uncomfortable. Yosuke and Chie were disturbed by the changes in Yukiko, Rise and Kanji seemed frustrated on whether or not they could pet the obese catgirl, and Naoto was frustrated that Kanji was currently blocking her access. Yukiko alone might have been the only member of the party not troubled. Truthfully, she was the only one that might have been enjoying herself.
It was fitting that Yukiko was the only one enjoying herself because she had been the most resistant to the meeting in the first place. She had instead wanted to lounge around the inn, eating and sleeping her way out of clothes and Chie’s patience. Chie had begged and pleaded with her friend, but had been met with playful and sleepy declinations to the invites. The meeting had been postponed for several weeks before the sporty woman could come up with a solution to her problems. Though, the solution involved Chie once again selling out to the delusions and demands of her fluffy friend. Chie had offered a day of eating food court yummies and buying cat toys. With one eye sneakily opening from the most current nap, Yukiko had agreed. After, it had been easy to schedule the meeting. Chie only had to fulfill her end of the bargain. Thus far, Yukiko had been utterly absorbed with the food on offer from Junes. Chie dared to hope she might forget about the toys. Chie prepared to start the meeting, though she waited for Yukiko to take her next bite.
“aaaHHHAAAM!” Yukiko’s mouth snapped around the head of a cookie shaped like a little bird. She ripped it off in a move that was savage and adorable. Her head jerked away from the cookie, her fat following soon after. Yukiko rarely moved suddenly anymore, but when she did it was as if her fat was on a small delay. Her head or arms might jerk and the whole of her 400 pounds would follow after. Her breasts soared just before gravity pulled them down. The large orbs would smack down upon her belly, splashing out even wider than before. “Oooohhmmph. . .thisscch isscch. . .scchooo yummy!” Yukiko ate with her fangs exposed and crumbs flying from her mouth. They peppered the neon pink hoodie she wore. As with all her clothing, the hoodie did nothing to hide her double rolled belly. “BBBBLLLRRRAAAAPPP!” Yukiko belched, her ears flicking up and down in pride.
“I thought cats were supposed to be graceful. . .” Yosuke mumbled. He was silenced by a swift elbow from Naoto. As a chivalrous knight, she would protect the honor of her princess.
“As you can all see,” Chie started, unsure if she should stand or not. “Yukiko has been affected by something from the Midnight Channel. At least, we think.” She took a long pause, hoping her friend would pay attention or offer some sort of supplemental commentary. Instead, Yukiko lolled in her seat. She ate her cookies, predating the confection animals like a normal cat might. With each mouthful she rolled back and forth, her buttcheeks squishing outwards over the bench. Yukiko swang like a pendulum, coming ever closer to Rise or Kanji. The two waged silent and unspoken war over who would eventually get the fat cat in their lap. Rise put her elbow out, hoping that the curious cat might take it. Kanji shifted his leg, trying to show Yukiko that he had a wider lap to curl up on. Chie, meanwhile, continued with the meeting. “I was thinking that we might go to the TV World to get leads!” She looked around the table, hoping to pull the investigation team back to their old standards. The suggestion of the TV World did interest one member, though only for dubious reasons.
“Oh!” Rise straightened in her seat. “Why don’t I scan her in there!” She reached over and pinched Yukiko’s chubby cheek. “We can make sure that this little cutie isn’t hiding anymore secrets from us.”
“Mrrrreeeeeoooowww. . .I’m naaaaawwwwt!” Yukiko fussed, pawing at Rise’s hand impotently. There were silent nods of agreement, along with a small huff from Kanji. Rise, not letting go of the captured cat, stood from her chair. Her hand slid down Yukiko’s round face, then traced a path around her blubbery arms. The popstar was able to feel the more subtle deposits of fat around Yukiko’s body as she helped her up. Rolls had formed in the crease between her arm and torso, just around her armpit. Even through the sweater Rise could feel the buttery tenderness of the rolls. Like many cat moms with fussy pets, Rise had to struggle to get Yukiko to do what she wanted. Taking a wide stance, she tugged and lifted the catgirl upwards. Rise had to fight hard from dropping Yukiko as the long and fluffy black tail curled around her thigh. Rise put her thin arms under Yukiko’s arms, enjoying the feeling of enormous breasts hugging back. She flexed her legs, hauling Yukiko the rest of the way up.
Chie slid next to her best friend as she finished standing. “You know. . .you could have tried a little harder to stand.” Her eyes were half-lidded and her mouth downturned in a scowl.
“Aaa prinsscchescch. . .yaaaaawwww. . .should never. . .ooouuuggh. . .strain hersschelf.” Yukiko yawned, rubbing her face with the backs of her wrists. She wiggled her bloated behind, letting Rise know that her service was appreciated. A strangled gasp of jealousy came across the table from Naoto, who started out of her seat. Naoto, afraid of the undignified light being cast upon her, grabbed a couple of the cookies that Yukiko had left behind and began to nibble on them. If nothing else, she could get closer to her kitty by understanding the treats she liked. The rest of the team continued down the hallway towards the TV aisle. Their arrival was heralded by whining as soon as Yukiko’s food source had dried up.
“Chiiiieeeeeee, you promiscched. . .mrrreeeeooooowww. . .toy shopping!” Yukiko huffed as she waddled down the polished floors of Junes. Keeping her blubber in motion was Chie, who pushed and shoved from behind. Soft, small hands sunk into piles of shoulder and back blubber. Yukiko meweled and fussed, trying to break away from her friend and caretaker. “Tooooyssscch. . .schhoooooping. . .take me. . .mrreeeeooooww.” Yukiko flapped her chunky arms childishly, crocodile tears coming down her face. Her butt bubbled out of her leggings, huge cheeks bouncing with the heavy steps. Yukiko was able to turn her catlike grace off and on based on her mood. She thumped all the way to the television, the entrance to the shadowy underworld in which the events had all began. She stared at the television, wishing it might flick to a cozy channel that she could absorb herself in, preferably with some snacks. However, it only showed the reflection of a gorgeous, morbidly obese, woman.
“Okay. . .just. . .hop. . .in.” Chie wheezed, her muscles sore and tested by pushing Yukiko.
“Come on Yuki!” Rise cheered from the back, though was quickly pushing her way forward. “Let’s hop in and get you checked out. We can go shopping after!”
“If you need a little help, I would be happy to offer my hand.” Naoto appeared next to Yukiko, her stomach filled with the goodies from the food court. Though a little bloated, she cut a dashing figure still.
Yukiko rubbed her hands on her stomach. She wanted more food and to get the promised cat baubles, but felt the pressure behind her. The members of the Investigation team stared at her, waiting for her to try and go to the TV World. It would be just a quick scan. Yukiko grumbled and started to get down on her knees. If nothing else, she could give the world a great view of her cushioned rump and the tail which sprouted from it. “FiiiiIIIIIIINNNNEEE!” Yukiko rumbled her agreement and began to slink onto the floor.
Between her cat mobility and fat, Yukiko seemed to be able to melt into puddles. It was hard to describe how she moved, only that a woman of her size and rotundity should not have been able to manage it. She shimmied down, flicking her hips back and forth. Her tail hugged her butt. It was a line of black against leggings that were pulled so tight that the paleness underneath was starting to show. Yukiko’s butt moved in a hypnotic, liquid manner. There were sloshes within sloshes, all moving at different speeds and in different sizes. Yukiko showed great grace and poised as she lowered herself down. . .until she fell upon her butt. The huge cat shifted too quickly and her feet went out from under her. Her ass splashed down upon the tile floor, tail shooting out straight with the hair standing on end. Yukiko hissed, afraid that the others would laugh. When they did not, she slunk forward cautiously on her hands and knees towards the TV.
The TV crackled to life, first displaying white noise and fuzz. Soon after she started to see the sequence of approaching television screens. They were a fractal pattern, repeating constantly in a never ending line. Transfixed as only a cat can be, Yukiko stopped and put her plump hand out. She shook her head, making her ears and chins flap audibly. She pawed at the television, unnerved at how the screen moved like water. Whatever familiarity Yukiko had with the TV World was stolen by catlike reticence. Yukiko was a fat cat, hardly a curious one. She started to turn, working her heavy bulk away on her hands and knees. Were she several hundred pounds lighter, she might have gotten away. However, a spritely martial arts enthusiast was there to kick her back into line. . .a little more than literally.
“Oh no you don’t!” Chie strode forward and planted her foot atop one of the mountains of booty meat. She nearly tripped as the jiggles buffeted her foot. Chie started to slip, her foot sliding towards the cavernous crack between Yukiko’s cheeks. The pair lurched forward, Yukiko hardly able to keep her own ponderous body up. The cat hissed and her tail shot backwards. She tried to grip the television, her fingers forming into little claws to help, but too much mass was in motion. Yukiko slipped forward into the black and white dreamspace, though only so far. The phantasmal televisions washed over her, trying to squeeze around her folds. Yukiko mewled and wriggled, trying to corkscrew through the black and white warp. Chie tugged and pulled from behind, thrusting Yukiko forward and back in order to generate momentum. She really only succeeded in warping Yukiko’s fat around the television. “AAAAGGGGGH!” Chie, frustrated, hauled Yukiko backwards.
The fussy kitty was pulled out and gained a small amount of air. Rather than landing on all fours, the obese woman landed upon her huge rump. Yukiko skittered backwards, bouncing a couple times thanks to her immense behind. She rubbed her butt, reaching behind the piles of extra dense love handles and under arm rolls. Yukiko sniffed, her ears moving as erratically as her fat.
“Yuki! You’re too fat to even get in the TV World!” Chie finally lost her temper. “How are we even supposed to figure out what is wrong with you?”
“Wroooooong!” With both her pride and butt hurting, Yukiko was more than a little defensive. “Maybe everything is just right!” noticeably she lost her catlike affectation when angry, though her tail and ears moved even more.
“Do you think Yu is going to think that when he gets home?” Chie knew that she had gone too far by the gasps from the other team members, but held her ground.
“Yu. . .aah. . .well. . .” Yukiko deflated, her fat sagging out. Whatever magical cat energy had kept them springy drained away as she thought of her love. Her eyes wet, tears as big and similarly shaped as her breasts drained down her face. “No! I don’t. . .oooouuggh. . itsscch a messccch!” Yukiko cried, bawling in the middle of the store. “I jussccht can’t stop eating, it’s so comfy!” She shuddered, fat bouncing up and down. Rise, Naoto, and Kanji tripped over themselves to be the first to try and comfort Yukiko. Chie stood her ground for a minute, but relented, seeing that she had struck the wrong chord. Defeated once more, Chie walked over and squished into Yukiko’s girthy side. Despite the three other people already hugging Yukiko, Chie was more than able to claim rolls for her own. “Yukiiii. . .I’m sorry. I just want to help.”
“Well. . .what if. . .you all. . .helped me lose. . .weight.” Yukiko sniffed, trying to control her emotions. “Just so Yu doesn’t see me so. . .” She flapped her arms, splattering fat in all directions. Her point was made more effectively that way than words could ever muster. Her breasts alone held Naoto and Rise’s heads aloft.
“Of course, Yuki-chan.” Chie said. Though there had been tears, she seemed to be at least starting to get somewhere with her friend. She rubbed the top of Yukio’s head, which elicited a deep purr.
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Thus began the endeavor to get Yukiko to lose weight. Even if she had been cursed or otherwise enchanted by something from out of the bounds of reality, being fat was a mundane problem and one solved through activity. Yukiko would no longer be allowed to lounge around the inn, sleeping and soaking up saucers of cream. Rather, she would be put through her paces by the best that Inaba had to offer in regards to weight loss specialists. Between Chie, Rise, and Naoto, the flabby tabby would learn the rigors of diet and exercise. Though not all the weight could be lost, the trio was sure they could make a dent in Yukiko’s prodigious behind before Yu’s arrival. The investigation team had not failed a mission yet. Though, they had not encountered a target so stubborn and lazy. . .
“Okay, Yuki, sit ups staaaarrrt. . .now!” Chie clicked the stopwatch and quickly grabbed the rod sitting next to her. A stuffed fish had been tied to the end with a long elastic band. The cat toy had been one of the many that Yukiko had taken as her reward for joining the Investigation Team at Junes. Now, it was being used as an exercise tool. Chie dangled it over the blob of feline fat spreading over the inn’s polished floor. Naturally, Yukiko took the easiest path to fulfillment. Rather than trying to sit up to nab the toy with her mouth, she instead batted at it with her finger. Her doughy arms wobbled back and forth, biceps fat enough that they could smack her cheeks. “Go Yuki! Come on!” Chie called with all the enthusiasm of a soccer mom. “Get the toy, work your core!” Yukiko ignored the instructions, continuing to bat the fish around. Her nails, painted pink to match her ridiculously girlie clothing, helped to pull the fish down.
“Haaaah!” Yukiko’s eyes opened wide, pupils almost turning to slits in excitement as she “hunted” for the toy. Chie pulled the stick higher, trying to force Yukiko to move. The best the 420 pound woman could manage was to arch her back for a second. Her butt was lifted off the floor, though never breaking full contact, and allowed to return to it’s full shape. “Mine! Hah!” Yukiko gasped as she tried to flail for the fish. She fell quickly back to earth, unable to support her weight. The inn shook a little as she landed. Yukiko seemed to bounce as her flab ricocheted off the wooden floor. Her blubber moved as one in a consolidated movement upwards, but then broke into smaller ripples as the various parts of her jiggled at different speeds. Yukiko did not try to rise again, the fish dangling tantalizingly above her head. She watched it, fingers up to her chin ready to strike.
“Situps, Yuki, catch the fish. . .please!” Chie looked at her stopwatch. The game was supposed to be about how many Yukiko could do within a minute. Unfortunately, she had not completed any. Whatever the back arch pounce had counted as, it was not a situp. Chie tried to get her friend to move by bringing the fish lower, wanting to tantalize her. Yuikko saw her chance to strike. Her hands launched out, almost propelled quicker by the tension from her forearms sinking into her bingo wings. Chie, despite her years of physical training, could not compete with the reflexes of even a fat cat. Yukiko latched onto the fish and brought it and the elastic band under her thickest extra chin. Celebrating, Yukiko kicked her thick legs into her massive ass. “Yuki, that’s not the game! Let it go!”
“Ssccchooorry, Mreeeewwwwoooo. . .Chie!” Yukiko winked, knowing that she had forestalled any real exercise until Chie managed to take the toy away. “Finders, keepers!” She hugged the fish, making her face look all the rounder. Chie wrestled with the elastic band, trying to find any way of turning the fish loose. Thus ended the first attempt at making Yukiko lose weight.
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“Okay, Yuki-chan, the real secret to losing weight is all about diet!” Rise said, pushing a bowl of rice cakes towards Yukiko. As Chie’s methods of weight loss had proven ineffective, and the cat toys had been slowly stolen or broken, Rise was given the reins. The former idol seemed the perfect choice, given that she had been forced to maintain her figure as a public figure. “It’s 80 percent what you eat and then 20 percent exercise!” Rise rattled off tips as she pushed the bland little rice cakes towards her friend. Yukiko, who had melted into the table, simply watched until the plate was poking into her chins. The flabby cat huffed and blew the nearest rice cake away. Her lips flapped together, showing off their plumpness. Despite her training with Chie, Yukiko had managed to find 10 pounds between weeks.
“No.” Yukiko huffed, turning away from the plate of bland health food. She hauled her bulk up and crossed her arms. She tried twice to cross one thick leg over the other but gave up in order to maintain her dignity. Rise pretended not to hear the wet slapping sounds of Yukiko’s thighs meeting each other, followed quickly by the thumps of her feet hitting the ground. She knew that calves like partially melted softballs were knocking together under the table. Despite her curiosity to see Yukiko’s body in motion, she resisted. This was about getting her in shape for Yu, rather than stoking rather perverse interests that had been springing up in Rise’s mind.
“Come on, Yuki-chan, just do one.” Rise hummed, tapping her hand near the plate to try and draw interest. Yukiko’s eyes locked onto the movement, her head snapping up at the same time. She watched Rise’s hand with growing interest. It did not take long for Yukiko to take a swipe at the hand. Faster than what should have been possible for the large woman, her hand flicked out. Yukiko’s eyes lit up and her mouth opened as her hand hit its mark. She pinned Rise’s hand on the little pile of rice cakes, cracking and smashing the bland little treats.
“HAH!” Yukiko’s little claws poked into the soft hand of her friend. Her mouth was open, showing the little fangs that had sprouted. Her thick tail battered her buttcheeks, sending out drum beat rhythms through the deposits of fat. “Caught like a rat!” Yukiko danced in her seat, threatening to break the chair. Her breasts hopped up and down, hitting her double chin.
“Did you now?” Rise had always been underestimated because of her bubbly personality. People thought she was an airhead and nothing more. However, there was a keen mind lurking below her giggles and fluttering eyelashes. “How about this then!” Rise jumped out of her chair, holding several rice cakes. She thrust them towards the obese catgirl, who tried to shy away. Though she could move plenty fast when she wanted, Yukiko could not give up her prize. She had caught Rise’s hand, showing her prowess as a huntress. However, that pride doomed her to a tasteless snack. Rise stuffed the rice cakes into Yukiko’s mouth, making the fluffy cat taste them. Though she wanted to spit them out, Yukiko could never refuse food once it was in her mouth.
“Bleeeep. . .aaagghph. . .bleefff. . .isscch bad!” She whined, crumbs falling out of her mouth to be collected by her breasts. Yukiko twisted and turned, trying to bat Rise away. However, the rice cakes came too quickly. For every one hand that she was able to turn away, another would stuff another helping of rice cakes in. Yukiko was going to learn to like the bland diet food, even if it took Rise feeding her the entire stash.
“Come on! It’s not so bad!” Rise grinned, enjoying her little revenge. Yukiko twisted and turned in her seat, fat flying seconds behind. Rise didn’t mind the hisses or the small pricks of Yukiko’s claws. That was all proof that she was doing the right thing. She continued to feed Yukiko until all of the Rice cakes were gone. The catgirl was left slumped in her seat with a bloated stomach. Her fingers poked into her fat, trying to massage the tightness away. Rise, proud of what she had accomplished, went to find a saucer of cream for Yukiko. She deserved a little reward for being forced out of her comfort zone.
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“Mmmggghpph. . .ssssscchllluuuurrup. . .oooh thanksscch, Naoto!” Yukiko said, pressing her fat back into the smaller woman. She continued to eat cookies and take long slurps from the gallon of cream, adjusting only to put her fat butt further onto Naoto’s lap. “Chie and Rise have been. . .mrreeeoooww-ful!” Yukiko stopped eating only to pout for a second, whining about the torture she had endured over the previous weeks. “All they do. . .mmmgghph. . .isscch make me. . .mmmgghph. . .move and eat nasty snacks!” Yukiko could not suppress a hiss, frustrated at the diet of rice cakes and bouts of exercise. “Uuugggh. . .my boooody can’t handle it!” she flopped backwards fully, absorbing all of Naoto’s leg space in one fell swoop. Her blubber fell off the sofa, wobbling in the empty air. Yukiko took a long swig of cream, her stomach flopping out of her pink shirt as she guzzled. Naoto blushed as she watched the movements of cream entering Yukiko’s stomach. She could practically see the cat bloating outward.
“Well. . .Yuki-ch. . .Yukiko,” Naoto stopped herself, afraid of getting too familiar. She was here to help the obese woman lose weight, though she was doing a poor job of it. Yukiko had done nothing but eat sweets and chug cream that day. Naoto had meant to be the synthesis of Chie and Rise’s weight loss methods. Using science and reasoning, she could merge the two approaches and come up with the most efficient way for Yukiko to slim down. That is, if she wasn’t so weak. She had folded almost instantly. “Rest days are important for people that have just started exercising.”
“So true!” Yukiko guzzled the rest of the cream and then tossed the carton aside. It was not her job to clean up the scattered messes. A princess only had to worry about looking beautiful and being loving to her subjects. “I’ve wooorked so hard!” Yukiko’s hands came up to toy with Naoto’s face. She pushed and pawed at the detective’s cheeks. Naoto’s face became blisteringly hot as Yukiko’s thick hands caressed the softness under her blue hair. “You don’t know how muscch I’ve wanted. . .mrrrewwwwlll. . .just a drop of cream.” Yukiko began to purr, her tail swishing back and forth against Naoto’s knees. “Naoto I dream about cream when I go to bed every night!” The purring grew more intense. “Once, I dreamed I fell into a lake of cream.” a finger tapped Naoto’s lips, tracing down around her round face. “A little kitty like me can’t swim so good, want to guess how I got out?”
Naoto gulped. “I couldn’t even hazard a guess.” Though many guesses and ideas came to her mind.
“Pfft. . .bet you could, being such a good detective.” Yukiko wiggled her back, adjusting her seat again.
“Aaah. . .did you. . .drink it?” Naoto’s voice was a mix of shame and hidden lust.
“Correct!” Yukiko heaved back, almost falling off the couch. “I drank and drank and drank!” She looked around, hoping that there was cream within reach. An unopened bottle was resting on the little table running parallel to the couch. Yukiko stretched, reaching as hard as she could for it. She had never wanted anything more than that single bottle of cream. It dodged her attempts, even when she flicked out her claws to increase her reach. Her arm flailed ever more desperately, making her slip off of Naoto’s skinny legs more. The bottle of cream only seemed to be more out of reach. Yukiko moaned and mewled, her eyes widening like she was hunting. In the end, the bottle had to be given to her by Naoto. The detective reached forward, her breasts hugging Yukiko’s. Pressing into Yukiko’s fat was a lot like falling into the lake of cream she had mentioned earlier. Naoto had new understandings for the relationship between dreams and desires. The latter only strengthened as she gave the bottle of cream to Yukiko and allowed her to drink.
Yukiko slurped and sucked at the bottle, cream splashing over her face as she lapped at the liquid. Naoto tried to look away at first, but that lasted only so long. When she did look down, she saw the bottle of cream being drained quickly. As the bottle was drained, Naoto watched a silvery-white stripe form across Yukiko’s hair.
