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This one was super fun to work onSeries: Quintessential Quintuplets x Dead by Daylight

Characters: Itsuki, Ghost Face

Contains: Weight gain

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Itsuki huffed and wheezed as she waddled with all the strength her pillar-like thighs would offer. 

She had never been athletic, which was why her voracious appetite had left her helplessly obese. She cursed her past self under labored breath.

When Itsuki could run no further, she swung around a corner and pressed herself to the wall. Plush butt cheeks and ample back fat squished against the surface. Her bust heaved and jiggled as she sucked in air. Sweat rolled over a meaty belly and dripped to the dirty floor. She looked around the corner. Her pursuer was nowhere to be seen.

‘How did I even get here?’ Itsuki thought to herself. She didn’t have the air to speak. It was probably safe to stay quiet, too.

So, within her mind, Itsuki sifted her most recent memories. She had been waddling home. The idea of a quick snack had distracted her. Then, a fog had rolled in. The haze enveloped her, and suddenly she found herself in a school.

It wasn’t styled like a Japanese school. It reminded her of a movie set Ichika had been on. An American movie…Stab?

That had been a movie set, though. The school Itsuki found herself in had long, narrow hallways, too-narrow classroom doors, and all the windows and doors outside were locked. Worst of all, an actual knife-wielding maniac chased her relentlessly.

There were lockers…but Itsuki was far too big to hide in them. Hiding in general was hardly possible. Itsuki had always had an appetite, and it was displayed on her form.

Obese was too modest to describe it. Itsuki was well into morbid, perhaps even excessive, obesity. 

Itsuki was a fatty from head to toe. Her cheeks were rounded and melded with her extra chins and thick neck. Padded shoulders sloped into pillowy arms that stood no chance against her pursuer. 

Similarly, she had thick legs that made it hard for her to run. Each of her thighs was thicker around than a telephone pole. They squished together, rubbing harshly as she walked. 

Itsuki’s butt was bulbous and heavy, and its exaggerated sway had nearly knocked her down multiple times. That was usually after a harsh turn. She could throw her body one way, but her butt’s inertia insisted on the other. Worst of all, it occasionally clapped. Yes, her butt cheeks slapped together so loud that it echoed. Itsuki wanted to die of embarrassment each time. However, she quickly became more nervous about actual death.

Another cumbersome and noisy part of Itsuki’s body was her belly. It was a monstrously meaty mass garnered from irredeemable gluttony. It was divided into two rolls, both of which were heavy and sagging. The lower roll reached her knees, while the entire mass stretched an arm’s length before her. Running demanded energy and calories, so it occasionally growled. The noise became louder and more frequent by the hour.

Atop it all were breasts of…more than modest size. Itsuki didn’t focus much on them, but each boob was twice the size of her head. They were most noticeable when she ran. They’d bounce off her belly, almost smacking her face. 

A few minutes passed. No sound other than Itsuki’s labored breath. ‘I need to find some place to hide.’ She thought. Even around this corner, she was in the open. 

Itsuki started to waddle. She did her best to be as quiet as possible, but her footsteps were anything but light. 

Thankfully, she didn’t need to waddle far. There was a locker that stood out from the others. It was tall and double wide, perhaps meant to hold janitorial equipment. It hardly mattered as Itsuki swung it open and tried to fit inside.

Keyword tried.

Itsuki had tried to back into the locker. It was immediately obvious that her hips were too wide. She felt both sides press against the edges. She was able to force them in, but she had to wiggle. Each shake rocked the locker. The rattle echoed through the halls, making the blubbery girl tremble.

Those trembles produced further rattling echoes.

“Stupid hips!” Itsuki murmured and pushed further into the locker.

Now her butt hit the back, but her front was fully exposed! 

“There’s got to be enough room!” Itsuki whispered desperately. She had already expended the energy and caused a ruckus! She needed to hide fast!

There was no helping it, though. Itsuki’s butt was too thick and pillowy. She could compress it only to a point. Her entire belly hung in the open. She wouldn’t even be able to squeeze her chest in!

Itsuki continued to try, though. She was too nervous to give up. A large part of her wanted to make it work, but the large quantity of fat refused.

“If you’ve got the breath, tell me, what’s your favorite scary movie?” An eerily calm, modulated voice sounded.

Itsuki froze and slowly leaned forward. She could see her stalker past the ajar locker door. They were dressed in a black cloak with a white mask, just like the killer from Stab. In their off hand was a sharp knife…

The killer calmly approached. “Even if I didn’t hear you, you stuck out like a sore thumb.” His voice managed to come off as mocking despite its artificiality. The killer furthered this by casually leaning against the locker opposite Itsuki. “So, what’s your favorite scary movie?” He repeated.

Itsuki was worse than cornered. She had wedged herself tightly in the locker. It had been easier to push her weight back than throw it forward. She didn’t have the leg room needed to lurch forward.

‘At least he’s being playful. Gives me time to think.’ Itsuki felt sweat run down her forehead. Her mouth was parched, but she managed to speak. “Uh, my sisters made me watch The Ring…still haven’t forgiven them for that one eheh…”

The killer nodded. “That’s a classic. Surprised you didn’t mention the one you acted in.” He gestured at Itsuki with the knife. Then, he paused. The knife tilted in his hand as if accenting his confusion. “You are Ichika Nakano, right?”

Itsuki couldn’t stifle a groan. “No, she’s my sister…”

Silence hung over the two.

“Little sister?” The killer asked.

“No! We’re quintuplets!” Itsuki exclaimed. Technically, all of her sisters were little compared to her, but that was beside the point!

The killer shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. This is the final act for you!” He rushed forward, knife raised.

Itsuki squealed in panic. There was nowhere to retreat to, so she decided to throw her body forward. The weight of her bust and belly dislodged her. The extra force from Itsuki bouncing her butt off the back of the locker added to her motion. She didn’t mean to, but she dug her shoulder into her attack. This knocked the wind from the killer and slammed them against the wall. 

Itsuki didn’t stop to celebrate. She spun as quickly as she could, and once again struck her foe without trying. The killer had slumped down against the wall, which put his head at the perfect level for Itsuki’s hip to smash against it. It was a soft wall of fat, but the mass and force made it feel like a sack of bricks! It left Ghost Face dazed and bought Itsuki precious time.

That time was expended as Itsuki ran a few feet before her body demanded she stop. Large gulps of air failed to appease her angry lungs. Each breath was a workout as she had to lift the hefty fat lumps of her boobs. “Wheeze…wheeze…Come on…move!” She whined, forcing her legs on. Each brush of thigh against thigh was agonizingly slow, and deeply buried muscles burned as if on fire. 

Sweat ran over Itsuki’s curves like a river. Any exposed skin glistened in the faint light, and patches of soaked clothing clung to her. She tried to wipe it away with her puffy arms, but she was too tired to lift either limb. 

“Maybe my sisters were right…I’m too fat…” Itsuki grumbled as she finally stopped. She had rounded a corner, gone down another hall, past a giant door, and then through two branching paths. She was utterly lost, but she hoped the twists and turns would throw her pursuer off. 

Itsuki passed another classroom when something stood out. Amongst the toppled desks and scattered books…was a red generator. Curious, Itsuki slid the door open. It was just wide enough for her to enter, thankfully. “I think I saw one of these earlier. Ugh, why didn’t I try to hide behind this?!” 

The generator was wide enough, but only barely. She could hide behind it if she got on her knees. That would make it difficult to run if caught, though. Itsuki disregarded it and got down. Her legs felt relaxed as she hunched down, but only because her butt acted as support. The heavy, thick cheeks spread out slightly. Itsuki had never found a better seat than her own rear. 

“Wait a second. This isn’t on.” Itsuki saw disconnected wires and a gear out of place. She reached into the machinery with her tubby fingers and fiddled with the mechanism. ‘Maybe these powers that door. I could escape if I-’ 

Itsuki suddenly stopped as the generator hummed to life. She was startled enough that she rolled onto her back. Her heart started to rumble just as hard as the engine. She tried to look into the hallway, but all she could see were her fat tits and jelly belly! 

The sound of a door opening never came. Nor did footsteps. Itsuki slowly sat up. She had to battle the oppressive weight of her belly. She hadn’t fully regained her strength, so none of her body wanted to cooperate. She rose…only to flop down. Her body rolled in jiggles, her breasts bumping against her chins. 

“I’ve gotta move!” Itsuki whispered harshly. She was so tired! Grrrwwwlll. She was so hungry! 

‘Cafeteria.’ Itsuki thought. Maybe there was a cafeteria, or at least a vending machine. That inspired newfound strength. She rolled onto her side, and her belly rolls noisily flopped beside her. The position was actually comfy. Itsuki didn’t remain, though. She was little more vulnerable than a flipped-over turtle. 

Itsuki rolled again onto her belly. This position wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but it was embarrassing. She had her butt propped up in the air. She felt her skirt ride up, which meant her panties were likely on full display. 

Hands pressed to the floor, and arms burned from the effort it took to push. Itsuki powered through. Slowly, gradually, she rose from the floor and got her feet under her. She then waddled to the classroom door. 

The hall was empty. There were no footsteps to be heard. Itsuki stepped out and waddled to the nearest corner.

Another empty hallway.

“A cafeteria should be on the ground floor. I bet there’s more generators there, too.” Itsuki murmured and resumed sneaking. She took slow steps. If she tried to waddle faster, then she would run out of breath.

Not to mention the chance her fat bounced and clapped against itself.

“Aha, stairs…oh wait, stairs.” Itsuki’s hopes for a cafeteria and snacks were dashed when she realized going down stairs meant she’d have to go UP later. 

Suddenly, a door swung open. Itsuki looked down the hall she came from. It could only be the door to that classroom. 

Itsuki had no time to waste. She waddled down the stairs and took the effort to make careful steps. Her fat could absorb the impact of falling down the stairs, but she wouldn’t have the stamina to get up. 

Each step pushed bulbous knees against the underside of her flabby belly. Plush breasts were then pressed up to a row of chins. Breathing was labored, strained, and forced to keep quiet. 

‘I hope this is worth it.’ Itsuki thought and gulped hard.

Itsuki waddled frantically down the new hallway. She grimaced as her flabby body bounced and wobbled. Moving her thighs thrust her belly upward, which caused her breasts to bounce. This was atop their already constant sway. Something worse was how her butt cheeks smacked against each other. If the killer didn’t hear her labored breathing, then he would hear her butt clapping!

‘Come on, come on!’ Itsuki tried to power through, but she was out of breath. She was about to change her strategy to hiding again when she finally stepped into the cafeteria. Her belly growled excitedly as she waddled through a pair of double doors. 

Yes, it was stereotypical for the fat girl running for her life to prioritize food. However, there was a good reason! Her belly would continue to growl if not satiated. This was a strategic move to regain energy as well. There were more generators somewhere, and Itsuki had zero chance to find them if her belly continued to rumble. 

The first thing she spotted was neatly packaged food. Itsuki was free to select from the display. She started with individually wrapped sandwiches. At first, she tried to carefully and quietly unwrap them. She soon realized her stomach caused greater commotion than the plastic wrap, so she quickly tore them off. 

The first bite was a tremendous relief. Not enough to wash away the stress of the situation, but Itsuki could think of something else for a moment. She inhaled the sandwich in two more bites before she went to the next one. This continued until she had demolished ten. These numbers surprised some, but this was the amount she ate before she was fat. As an ample woman of excessive heft, she could eat three times this.

She probably would now. 

SHE WOULD PROBABLY ADD EXTRA TO COPE!

Itsuki’s pudgy fingers sought out more. She unwrapped muffins and crammed them whole into her mouth. The sweetness was satisfying, and the chewy texture gave her something to focus on. 

She was content to nibble away at these before her nose twitched. She sniffed deeply and followed a new aroma. She rounded a corner and spotted a line of warming trays. This was the start of more undeniably American foods. 

Itsuki opened one of the warming trays and sniffed what looked like a flatbread pizza cut into rectangles. Her mouth watered before she took a large bite. A shudder ran down her spine as savory marinara sauce coated her tongue. Itsuki wasted no time and folded the pizza in half so she could fit it all into her mouth.

It was the quintessential ensemble of American food she had seen in TV shows and movies. She would nearly clear one of the trays before she moved to the next. Itsuki allowed herself to get carried away to the point one of her blouse buttons had popped. Fabric opened slightly to reveal creamy smooth belly fat. This lowest roll waggled and swayed like the energetic tail of a dog. That was a good way to describe Itsuki at this moment. A dog getting enough treats to last a lifetime.

“What is this? Some low-budget remake for The Blob?” Ghost Face said as he stepped into the kitchen.

Itsuki froze and spun to face the masked killer, her cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. She felt incredibly embarrassed. She had let her hunger take control, and she stuffed her face like a pig. ‘Crap! I couldn’t hide with an empty stomach, but I didn’t think of how I’d run on a full one!’

Ghost Face started to rush forward. He raised his knife high and cackled. “With how easy you’re making this, I would think we were in Child’s Play!” He plunged the knife down and it connected. Fabric tore audibly as the knife swooshed down further. 

The blade failed to stab Itsuki, but it tore the front of her blouse open. This exposed more plush blubber and Itsuki’s struggling bra.

“Woah…” Ghost Face ogled Itsuki. She was a total fatty, but her chest was huge! Supple flesh had started to overflow the cups, flab rolling over. It looked like the bra could burst from the slightest touch or perhaps a too deep breath.

“You creep!” Itsuki threw her bulk forward. Her chest uppercutted Ghost Face, and her belly easily shoved him the rest of the way to the ground. Itsuki tried to rush forward and unintentionally stepped on Ghost Face’s stomach. The killer groaned and curled into a ball, while Itsuki managed to frantically hobble out of the cafeteria. Adrenaline did a lot of work, but she clutched her upset belly as she went. 

“Oooourrrrp…ough that was a bad id-HHHHOOOOUUUURRRRPPP…ugh…idea!” Itsuki huffed as she took different hallways, passed through classrooms, and…took a few stairs. These stairs were only three high, but she forced her way up them anyways. It seemed they guided her into a gymnasium. That ought to have more places to hide and hopefully a generator or two. 

Thus began an extended game of cat and mouse. Itsuki managed to find a generator in the gym, but Ghost Face arrived just as she activated it. She somehow managed to sneak into the locker rooms, but her hips had gotten caught on the door. She had to navigate a maze of lockers and shower rooms before she made it back to the school building proper. There she found more generators…only to be confronted by Ghost Face yet again.

The entire ordeal further exhausted Itsuki, coating her flabby, heavy body in sweat. Her clothes progressively tattered to the point she was almost in her underwear! Thankfully, she had her skirt, but it only draped over her bulbous butt cheeks and meaty hips. It was a suggestive short skirt at best and a glorified belt at worst. She had lost her uniform jacket, but it had saved her from a slash down the back before it was discarded. Her blouse was on its last legs, though. The buttons over her belly were gone, thus the fabric draped over the sides of her belly. Some of the white fabric stuck to her belly and had become slightly transparent due to the sweat. The sleeves were torn open from excessive jiggling of her arms. The bulbous bingo wings had been forced into the sleeves that morning, and they wouldn’t stand the excess jiggling.

Itsuki slumped against a wall. The tile texture felt cool on her belly, chest, and cheek, all of which she squished against it. “Ugh…how much longer?” She wheezed and panted. She couldn’t force her body much longer. Itsuki was not a girl made for running. Her body was tuned and customized (fat) to a sedentary lifestyle. One that relied on four girls who were kind enough to grab snacks when guilt-tripped into it.

Nothing would be accomplished like this, though. Itsuki whined and leaned her body to the side. She slid against the wall before she slowly shifted to waddling on her own weight. She just wanted to take a nap or stuff her face again, but there was no way to comfortably do that. Some part of her seemed certain there was just one last generator. She could activate it and be free!

At least, that’s the feeling she had.

Then, a shining ray of hope! Itsuki waddled past a foyer, and there it was! A generator rested in the center! She smiled and found the power to frantically waddle over. She groaned and dropped to her knees before fat fingers started to fix the mechanism. “Thank goodness this is so simple! Just put this wire here, plug this in, flip some switches!” She giggled as the generator hummed to life.

The sound caught in her throat when Ghost Face stood up on the other side. “Good job!” He said in a taunting, insincere tone. The figure slowly walked around the machine as Itsuki tried to get up. He chuckled as the obese girl was incapable of it.

Itsuki only managed to roll onto her blubbery butt. Even with a light sheen of sweat, she couldn’t scoot away. The fat only bunched up when she tried. All she could do was press her flabby back to the machine as the killer loomed over her. “I-I uh…” She couldn’t think of what to say.

Ghost Face hunched down onto the balls of his feet. “I’ve chased my fair share of high schoolers, but you somehow have been the biggest pain in the all. Seriously! How?!” He smacked Itsuki’s belly with his free hand. He watched the fat wobble and shook his head. “Makes no sense.”

Itsuki tensed as Ghost Face poked his knife to her belly. She could feel the cold metal, but it had yet to plunge inward. She tried to suck her belly in…to no avail. The fat wouldn’t contract even a centimeter. All she could do was close her eyes before something poked her lips. She opened her eyes quickly to see that a transparent tube had been forced into her mouth.

“That little moment in the lunch room gave me an idea.” Ghost Face said as she stood and approached the generator. “You didn’t get a chance to have dessert, so I decided to clear the freezer of its ice cream. Give you something sweet before we wrap up.” Unseen, he touched a button on the generator and activated a pump.”

Itsuki saw the ice cream flow through the tube before the cold substance crossed her tongue. It was an overly sweet amalgamation of flavors. Even her experienced palate couldn’t identify it all. Just a surge of cold and sweet that rushed down her throat and to her belly.

It was hard to see past her breasts, but Itsuki’s belly quickly began to bulge outward. It was mostly in the middle where the fat naturally folded. The space was filled in and replaced by a rounded dome that started to stretch further past her knees. The flabbier sides didn’t need much to spill over her thighs. They curled over the pillars of ample flesh and neared the floor.

Something about this twisted space made the digestion much faster. Thus, the rest of Itsuki’s body was treated to growth. It wasn’t good at all, but at least her belly wouldn’t burst as she expected…

Soft, thick, gelatinous, puffy, sagging, flabby fat built all across Itsuki’s body. She was already well into obesity, undoubtedly morbid levels. Now she rushed towards a more excessive category. Her hands grabbed the side of the generator as they had nowhere else to go. She felt fat build around her wrists and forearms, rising higher around her already bulbous upper arms.

Itsuki felt her hips spread across the floor. They widened until her skirt could take no more and snapped. It was too tightly caught in her fat to fall over her hips, and it did nothing to cover her butt…so it meant very little. Itsuki was more focused on the cold generator pressed against the swelling mounds of her butt cheeks. Her panties were almost entirely swallowed between the pillowy cheeks as they grew bigger than Itsuki thought possible. Her sisters already hounded her for how much couch space she took up…she was in for an earful if she made it back…

Thighs swelled wider, further cementing the fact that they would always press and rub against each other. Each was now as wide around as a barrel with a softer and more waving texture.

Itsuki tried to watch how her body grew as she was helpless to stop it. However, her breasts took up most of her view. The twin mounds swelled and rounded excessively. Itsuki felt sweat roll down her brow as her bra strained more and more until…

SNAP!

Itsuki’s bra snapped and flew forward. The punished garment could bear no more strain, but it didn’t go down without a fight.

“Gah!” Ghost Face shouted as the bra struck him. He had moved back in front of Itsuki to watch her grow into a helpless mound of fat. He was mostly astounded she didn’t spit the tube out. ‘Nothing’s forcing her to use it.’ He thought before the bra snapped, and one cup obscured his view.

Itsuki felt a strange surge of strength. It was partially embarrassment, but it also felt like her four sisters were with her. Almost like they used their strength to lift her!

In reality, their combined efforts struggled with Itsuki BEFORE this surge of growth.

Still, Itsuki threw her body forward. She was on her feet and slammed her expanded belly against Ghost Face. This was more force than any impact before. Ghost Face was thrown to the ground, smacking his masked head hard against the floor.

Itsuki didn’t wait to see if he would get up. She waddled as fast as she could, her hands clasped over her breasts to hide her nipples. She sputtered over a series of embarrassed noises and sobs as she felt her body wobble about. Her hands sank into her breasts, her belly swayed uncontrollably, and her butt and thighs wobbled chaotically.

None of Itsuki’s thoughts were about dieting or getting her appetite under control. She found the main gate, pulled the lever, and rushed out of the haunting high school. Hopefully, she would awake from this nightmare in bed. She could curl up in her blankets and order breakfast. Then she would convince one of her sisters to bring it up to her room.

“I never wanna see a high school again!” Itsuki whined as she waddled through an open field. “I’m starting my shut-in arc! I’ll try homeschooling! That way, no one can complain about my snacking in class!” She exclaimed through labored breaths.

Itsuki waddled on and on into the distant, safe from the horrors of Ghost Face and the strange high school…

THE END