CM: Dark Gothening (Patreon)

Series: Dark Gathering

Characters: Eiko, Keitaro, Anna

Contains: Female weight gain, slob

Commission

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Eiko sighed as she rotated her shoulder. It had been a few days since returning home, but she was still exhausted. The efforts to defeat a god attached to Ai, a new friend of theirs, had taken her, Keitaro, and Yayoi all around Kyoto. Their efforts ended in success, and it seemed like things would finally calm down. 

Until sudden news required Ai to return to Kyoto. Yayoi, Eiko’s cousin, agreed to accompany the girl. That created a rare situation where Eiko and her boyfriend/childhood friend Keitaro were all alone.

That thought caused the fatigue to melt from Eiko’s body, and she smiled. It was an unsettling and obsessive smile, but it was Eiko’s nonetheless. Eiko was obsessive, to put it lightly. She loved Kei-kun with all her being. To have him all to herself was something she wouldn’t waste. 

Eiko’s disturbed visage returned to something normal as she poked at her stomach. It was faintly soft. There was only enough pudge to squeeze between two fingers. It was the result of their celebration party. Eiko had indulged a little too much, and now she had the tiniest hint of a tummy.

“Oh well! It’s nothing I can’t work off.” Eiko giggled and reached for something on her nearby dresser.

The small accessory was a choker she had bought in Kyoto. “This is so cute! I just never found the time to wear it. Oh well, a date with Kei-kun is perfect for its debut!” Eiko giggled as she fastened it around her neck. However, she failed to realize that this seemingly innocent accessory…was cursed.

Phantasmal eyes opened and peered at Eiko. Runny mascara stained bone white cheeks, black hair furled messily as if it hadn’t been combed, bleak clothing clung to an obese frame, and puffy bits of softened flesh bulged from gaps in classic gothic fashion.

“Hmm…ough my head.” The ghost groaned and tried to gain her bearings. “OW! What the hell?!” She exclaimed as Eiko’s emotions slammed into her. It was a constant stream of love for Kei. The intoxicating sensation of love was so sweet that it was almost nauseating. Atop all of it, the ghost was jealous. 

The ghost bound to the choker was its former owner. She was an overweight goth girl who had never experienced love. All that resentment bound her to the choker after her death. This was a sleep-like state, but Eiko’s wearing of the choker brought her back. This was enough to satisfy the conditions, and the ghost could activate her curse.

“You seem to love this Keitaro guy a lot.” The goth ghost grinned. “Let’s see how much he loves you!” 

The curse began to take effect. Eiko subtly started to gain weight. It was as if an invisible brush gently painted extra curves to her body. The tiny amount of belly fat she previously had swelled like rising dough. The curve became pronounced enough that her shirt outlined it. There wasn’t enough fat to fold over her waistband, but this was only the start. Her sides began to curve outward subtly, adding to the flesh that built on her abdomen. Her hips subtly widened, her thighs gently thickened, and her butt became slightly fuller. Even her chest pressed against the confines of her bra with a little more weight and force.

Eiko didn’t seem to notice. Her mind registered this as if it were natural. The thing she said about her belly earlier was washed from her memory. Eiko instead focused on her outfit. It looked cute, but the color was a little too bright. Her yellow sweater was already a dull color, but it seemed a bit much. She could swap her jeans out for a darker grey pair, too. They were cute, but she longed for fishnet stockings and a short skirt. 

“Hmm, maybe I can pick something up when I’m out with Kei-kun?” Eiko thought and grabbed her bag. She had to hurry or she’d be late. Her stomach rumbled audibly, so she patted her stomach. “We can start the date with some lunch!” 

The ghost followed Eiko as she went. She grinned and rubbed her hands together. “I was thinking the same thing. Let’s see how Kei-kun likes you after you stuff your face hehehe!”

—

Keitaro waited outside the restaurant Eiko had texted him about. He looked at his phone to check the time, which distracted him just long enough. Eiko leaped from around the corner and hugged Keitaro’s arm.

“Surprise!” Eiko exclaimed and nuzzled her slightly chubbier cheek against her boyfriend’s arms.

“Eiko! Jeez, you scared me!” Kei exclaimed, yet gently hugged Eiko back. His cheeks turned pink as he felt Eiko’s chest against his upper arm. However, he only detected softness. He didn’t think of this as extra or out of the ordinary. All Kei detected was the soft, warm body of Eiko.

The ghost stared. “Her stomach should be squished against his hand. Why isn’t he addressing it? Hey, dumbass! Are you aware your girlfriend is chubby?” She asked, knowing Kei couldn’t hear or see her. “Doesn’t matter. It’ll be too hard to ignore soon enough.”

Eiko shifted her body away from Kei but still held his hand. “I’ve got you all to myself for the week, so I’m not leaving your side!”

Kei chuckled and squeezed Eiko’s hand affectionately. “That’s fine, but I’ll still have to go home at night.”

“Whaaat? You don’t want to sleep over?” Eiko asked, faux tears in her eyes. She was going to keep the act up a little longer to guilt-trip Kei, but her stomach suddenly growled. It was not a petite rumble either. Eiko’s stomach practically roared. “Um…” She blushed and stumbled for words.

Kei just smiled. “Come on, let’s go ahead and eat.” He held the door open for Eiko. 

The two went inside and sat next to each other. The cafe’s menu was limited, so there was no question about ordering one of everything. Eiko’s stomach grumbled excitedly at this. It continued as a constant background noise to the duo’s conversations. The noise nearly reached a crescendo before their waitress brought the food out.

Eiko paused when she saw the food. Her brain felt overloaded for a second. There were so many options, but she couldn’t consume them all at once. She barely managed to get a fork between her fingers before she started to scoop omelette rice into her mouth. 

The egg was fluffy and drenched in a curry sauce. Inside was fluffy rice seasoned to perfection. It satiated the roaring of her stomach, but only for a second. She continued to scoop the rice and eggs into her mouth. Her spare hand grabbed another fork and cut into a thick hamburger steak. She was delighted to see it was stuffed with melted cheese, thus she quickly crammed the bite into her mouth.

She moved her forks so quickly that bits of food and sauce were flung all over. She paid no mind to how her cheeks and lips were stained with foodstuffs, nor did she acknowledge the stains on her clothing. All that Eiko cared about was stuffing her face.

Such rapid stuffing came with immediate impact. Eiko’s stomach rounded and swelled as quickly as a balloon, but it was so packed with food that it was firm to the touch.

At first…

Eiko’s stomach quickly started to soften, and the shape deflated slightly. That hardly meant much when her love handles developed above noticeably wider hips. While her stomach wasn’t as bloated as it initially appeared, the rest of her body had begun to soften like rising dough. 

Plushness spread over Eiko’s body as subtly as a summer breeze. Her thighs gradually plumped and became more pillowy, widening from the knee to her hip. Each was already squished together, and they were subtly pushed apart. That was just so more fat could fill the gap, so Eiko’s legs never truly spread. 

Her hips rolled across her seat, taking up more and more space. Her pants took the strain well at first, but the fabric had become more taut. There was only so much it would give. The pressure forced some fat upward where it rolled over a strained waistband. This meaty muffin top thickened by the second. At first, it wasn’t enough to grasp, then it became just enough to pinch, but it soon was thick enough to roll between one’s fingers. 

Eiko’s shirt started to slide up her belly. It squeezed slightly, but there wasn’t anything to keep it down. The force caused it to shift and expose the softness of Eiko’s midsection. More of it poked free by the second, but she didn’t notice. It was hidden beneath the table. That helped the curse take hold. There was no external stimulus to distract her except her progressively tightening clothes. Eiko stuffed herself more and more until.

SHHRRRRPPPP!

Eiko stopped eating when she heard fabric tear. It was obviously her pants, but she still cautioned a glance over her shoulder. She saw the split denim and sighed. “I might have gotten a little carried away…sorry, Kei-kun.” She tried to laugh it off, but the sound was half-hearted. 

This was not a salvageable tear. The split ran from the waistband down to between Eiko’s legs. Her panties would be entirely visible. The best thing to do would be to go home and change clothes, but it would take up a lot of time.

“Why don’t we go buy something? There’s a mall nearby.” Kei stood up and removed his jacket. “Here, you can tie this around your waist for now!” He smiled warmly, which brightened Eiko’s mood.

Funnily enough, she didn’t care about or acknowledge the food stains on her sweater or the corners of her mouth. She tied Kei’s jacket around her waist and managed to cover her torn jeans. “You’re so sweet, Kei-kun~” She reached out and pulled Kei into a hug. She squeezed as tight as she could, which pressed her softened belly and fuller chest against the slender man. 

“How does he not notice she’s fatter?!” The ghost growled and shook her fists. “You should feel that pot belly against you! Don’t tell me you can’t tell her boobs are bigger, too! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” 

Kei shuddered slightly. “Heh, we'd better hurry. I might need that jacket back.” He joked as he slipped from the hug. He had mistaken his sensitivity to the spirits as a simple draft.

Eiko and Kei held each other’s hands and set off. With Kei’s jacket, Eiko didn’t have to worry about her panties being seen. That abated concern kept her calm and composed, even if her belly jiggled with each step. She didn’t pay attention to how her sweater rode up to expose her new belly pudge. 

What ensued was the shopping spree equivalent of Eiko’s earlier gluttony. She dragged Keitaro by his hand to and fro, into and out of shops as quickly as she breathed. The shops they visited were very out of the ordinary though. All of the clothing and accessories Eiko was drawn to were goth chic. The style was undoubtedly goth, but it had a sort of sophistication that Eiko naturally wielded. Though the sheer amount she purchased seemed exuberant. 

Keitaro had tried to be a gentleman earlier and pay for their first shop visit, but Eiko warned that they were nowhere near done. She swiped her credit card with the speed that she had earlier stuffed her face. Hours passed, a few snack stops were made, and soon the sun was on its way down. 

Eiko reluctantly bade Keitaro farewell, only after she covered his face with kisses and promises to spend the next day together. This close contact squished Eiko’s plump body against Kei, but he didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t care about the sweat or food stains on Eiko, either. 

Keitaro was absolutely flustered with the kisses and didn’t give an earnest one back! However, Eiko thought his innocence was absolutely adorable. She let it slide for now.

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Eiko put her new clothes away and stretched. The date had been fun, but she felt tired. This was likely because she ate enough to feed five people. That hardly mattered to her, though. The date was a tremendous success, and there would be another one tomorrow!

“I wonder if I should shower before bed?” Eiko asked as she slipped out of her new skirt and striped stockings. She scratched her rounded belly as she thought it over as she squeezed into her pajamas. “Nah! I’m not that sweaty.” She said and hobbled to bed. She threw herself under the covers and fell asleep in a matter of seconds. Normally, she was so excited thinking about Kei that it would take a while, but she was totally exhausted for some reason.

The ghost watched her with clear agitation. Eiko was easy to manipulate, and the curse was in full effect. However, Kei had a heart of gold. He was infatuated with Eiko no matter what. “A lot can happen in one night.” She cracked her partially transparent knuckles. Ghosts were at their strongest in the dark. The sun had set, and there was hardly any illumination in Eiko’s room. “You might have changed your style today, but I hope you’re ready for the real makeover!” 

The ghost’s curse kicked into overdrive. Even under the covers, it was clear that Eiko grew fatter. Her body swelled and reshaped, a visible mound rising while the outlines of her limbs became thicker. Eiko’s face eventually twisted in discomfort before one arm lazily tossed her covers aside. This revealed the new softness of her belly. Her pajama shirt failed to cover the now basketball-sized tummy. It rumbled anxiously before Eiko opened her mouth. “BUUUURRRP!” She belched loudly, after which her expression turned pleased. She scratched her belly and mumbled something incoherent. She had no idea that her stomach was softer or that her fingertips sank into its supple textures. All she cared about were the lovely dreams that flitted through her head. 

Eiko rolled onto her side and hugged a pillow. The arms that wrapped around the fluffy item were almost just as soft. There was no drastic change. Eiko’s arms simply looked proportionate to her. The undersides were painted with additional plushness that jiggled whenever she moved them. 

The rest of Eiko’s body boasted greater progress. Her hips widened and her butt cheeks rounded. Fat settled here with great preference. Her pajama pants tore around her enlarged lower body. First in small rips that revealed bubbles of fat, then in greater rips that let blubber spill free. Eventually, her panties were exposed, and they threatened to dive between her butt cheeks. 

This just looked to be the gathering of momentum. Eiko’s body started to grow fatter, faster. More sweat poured over her, pooling in newly formed rolls. Eiko stretched and readjusted as her mattress shrunk and groaned beneath her. Her new weight flattened the springs as the spectral pounds piled on. 

Eiko’s belly became broader and thicker. The blubber flowed over her legs and further into her lap. The gut stretched wider and developed fleshy love handles thicker than slabs of industrial marshmallow fluff. It packed on thicker and thicker until it folded and squeezed against the sides of Eiko’s upper belly. All of this exposed fat shone even in the dim light. 

Her breasts filled out larger and larger until they were bigger than her head. Her bra strained and struggled before it gave way with a muffled pop. Her breasts sagged gently, their lowest curves revealed under her shirt. The sweat-soaked shirt seemed ready to rip in two, as well.

Her hips filled out wider with lumps as thick as hams. The waistband of her panties dug into the supple flesh. Rolls bulged around the struggling garment, and it too seemed ready to rip. The ghost almost seemed intent on rendering Eiko nude in her sleep. 

“It’d make it hard for you to fit into your lame clothes, hehe!” The goth ghost laughed as she added more and more doughy flesh to her victim. Perhaps she’d be too fat to get out of bed? There’d be no second date with Kei that way.

“Hey, what the heck are you doing in here?!” A new voice cut through the goth ghost’s cackling. 

It wasn’t the voice of a human, though. No normal person would be able to hear it, but those sensitive to spirits or spirits themselves could. That was because this voice came from another ghost, Anna Misaki. 

She floated near the goth ghost, but her appearance was not like that of when she was alive or undead. Her street clothes were darker and well out of her style. She wore black jeans that clung to a thickened lower body. The dark fabric wrapped around plush, almost pillar-like thighs. They struggled further up where they wrapped around broad hips and barely held a pair of pillowy butt cheeks. Her midnight was exposed and swallowed in a doughy belly that shouldn’t have been there. A black tank top held breasts that were more supple and round than they were when Anna was alive, too. Her face was adorned with dark mascara and black lipstick, which was never her ideal visage.

The goth ghost squinted, confused. This other ghost was dressed in goth style, but it was half assed at best. Like she was a poser! “Gah, your outfit sucks! Did you pull it out of the trash? Do you really not have any accessories?!” She exclaimed, distracted from her curse on Eiko. “What are you even doing here?!”

Anna rolled her eyes and jerked her thumb back toward the closet. “I’m in there…stuck in a doll or something, look, that’s not the important part! Your curse on her is messing with me!” Anna barked and grabbed her belly. Even as a ghost, the fat squished between her fingers. She could feel the softness and warmth of supple flesh. It was doughy, bouncy, and something she didn’t expect to feel as a ghost. 

The goth ghost rubbed her chins. “That might explain why this is going so slowly. I should have had her turned into a fat slob by the time lunch ended.” She looked at Eiko and then Anna. ‘She’s serving as a proxy and taking on the curse. Both are being affected, but it’s a little muddled.’ 

Anna looked between the ghost and Eiko. She didn’t feel bad for Eiko, but she was upset that she was caught up in this. Taking the hits from ghosts was one thing, but did she have to be a flabby goth on top of that?! 

As frustrating as it was, there was little Anna could do. She could try and attack the choker, but that would mean attacking Eiko. The whole proxy doll system would reflect that damage back on Anna. “This sucks big time.” Anna sighed and slowly dematerialized. 

The goth ghost rolled her eyes. “Hopefully, my curse fixes her outfit and makeup. She looks like such a poser.” The ghost might have wanted Eiko to be a fat slob so her love life would fall apart, but the goth fashion was not part of it. That was just a byproduct. She was certain Kei wouldn’t care for it, a bonus, but she didn’t think the style change was bad. It would be the only good thing about Eiko when the ghost was done with her!

The goth ghost strengthened her resolve and focused her curse on Eiko. If Anna was taking some of the hit, then the ghost simply had to increase the output. Her plan would come to fruition even with that interference.

—

Eiko’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Light crept in through the window and staved off any potential slumber. She tried to sit up, but the act seemed harder today. She tried to lean forward, but there was a foreign weight on her chest. That weight then seemed to squish against something that made it even harder to sit up. 

Eiko flopped onto her back and panted. Her mind was hazy with lingering sleep, but her body was physically exhausted. It was like she had done an entire full-body workout…but her form didn’t look like it. 

The curse had taken further effect on Eiko. Her body was almost as wide as the mattress. She failed to realize that one of her hips just about hung from the edge. Her pajama pants felt incredibly tight, almost like they shouldn’t fit at all.

Eiko scratched her stomach and felt a thick sheen of sweat. She lazily wiped the moisture off onto her pajama shirt. That was enough to stain the area over her left breast, which itself was larger than her head. 

“Oh, come on, Eiko. You’ve got a date with Kei-kun…” Eiko groaned as she tried again to get out of bed. This time, the effort was put into twisting and rolling onto her side. It gradually worked, but it came with a series of gaseous outbursts.

“URRRRPPP! Oof, come frrrttt on. Just a little further.” Eiko got one meaty thigh over the edge of her bed. This stretched her pajama pants enough that they tore with a loud RIIIIIP! This exposed the pale flabbiness of her butt cheeks that her too-small panties couldn’t cover. 

Eiko ignored it. She stood and waddled to a full body mirror. A mirror that she didn’t quite fit into anymore….She didn’t focus on that. Instead, she looked lower. She lifted and shifted her belly fat out of the way to expose the top of her panties. There was visible hair.

“I wonder if I should shave before the date?” Eiko mused aloud. She then sniffed herself and looked at the sweat stains around her obese body. “Hmm…nah! It’ll be fine! Kei-kun won’t mind it one bit!” She giggled and waddled to her closet.

Eiko swung open the closet door and hummed. She had no idea, but the clothing had been modified. The curse had grown strong enough that every piece of fabric in Eiko’s room had been transformed. She selected a black crop top, which could have been a full shirt before her excessive weight gain. 

Eiko pulled the shirt on, feeling the fabric stretch around her voluptuous chest and hammy upper arms. She pulled it further down so it covered her upper belly, but most of her midsection remained exposed. She then selected a flowing black jacket and slipped it on with ease. The cloth flowed over her meaty back rolls and the curve of her butt.

“Hehe Kei-kun will love this” Eiko waddled back to the mirror and squeezed her chest, ensuring each mound of fat was next and perky. Her shirt left plenty of cleavage exposed, as well as the inner halves of her breasts. “Hehe boyfriend head goes right here” She giggled again and poked at the spot. Her finger sank gently into her softness, the flesh springing back a second later. 

Eiko waddled to her dresser next. She grabbed a skirt and some fishnet stockings before returning to her bed. Eiko’s body was not built to balance on one leg. There wasn’t the strength necessary to stand for more than a second like that. 

Thus, Eiko dropped her heavy butt onto her bed. It wasn’t easy to lean forward, but Eiko spread her legs. That way, her belly would dip between her thighs instead of sliding over them. She wiggled one foot and a meaty calf in before she started to pull the stockings up her other leg. This stretch alone tore holes in the fishnets. More began to form and emerge as she pulled the garb further up her thighs. Fat eagerly bulged through the large openings like small to medium-sized bubbles. Eiko didn’t mind as she slowly rose to her feet and pulled her stockings over her butt. 

“Now the skirt!” Eiko’s skirt was like a straight strip of fabric. She wrapped it around her like a belt, then fastened the zipper and closed it. It required some stretching, but it was much easier than pulling the skirt over her thighs, as with her stockings. The skirt was incredibly short. It mostly covered the midpoint of her thighs, but only covered a quarter of her butt. The jacket over her shoulders provided more coverage of her butt cheeks than the skirt did.

“But it’s super cute!” Eiko twirled in front of her mirror, turning her head as far as she could so she could catch a glimpse of her luscious hips and hefty booty. “I look so hot, and Kei-kun is gonna love it!” 

Eiko paused as her stomach growled. “Hmm, I wanted our date to be in town again…ugh, but walking sounds like a pain in the ass. I’ll just order a ton of food and have Kei-kun feed me!” She grabbed her phone and texted her plan to Keitaro before she started to amass a huge delivery order.

The ghost watched with annoyance. “She’s awfully cheery today. Not even a little upset or nervous about her body…that outfit is cute, though.” The ghost sighed. She’d wait to see Eiko’s makeup before she made her final decision on the outfit, but that would only be filler. The true icing on this cake would be when Keitaro saw her! “He’ll be disgusted! He’ll turn and run for the hills, no doubt!” The ghost flared her energy. At the moment, all she could do was manipulate Eiko’s body heat. She’d make sure Eiko wore an extra coat of sweat when Keitaro arrived.

Eiko was aware of some warmth, but she didn’t notice the sweat stains forming beneath her breasts. She was busy with her makeup and hair. She was enraptured with her outfit, but without proper hair and makeup, the whole look would fall apart. 

This makeup relied heavily on dark mascara lathered on until it almost looked runny. Powder for rounded cheeks had Eiko take on a deeper shade of pale, which made her black matte lipstick stand out even more. This gave Eiko a complete goth girl appearance. It was a drastic departure from what she looked like the day prior, but Eiko failed to notice. 

The doorbell rang, and Eiko moved with swiftness she shouldn’t possess. The tracker in Keitaro’s phone made it obvious he was here, and Eiko could pull out supernatural abilities for that young man.

Eiko’s body bounced and wobbled with each step. The floor creaked and shook slightly with her heavy footfalls, and her belly swayed and slid across the top of her thighs. Her chest heaved, and her butt jiggled, but Eiko was focused on the door.

The front door swung open so quickly that Keitaro fell into Eiko’s open arms. These plush appendages squeezed his slender body as tightly as possible. Keitaro was pressed against Eiko’s belly, and his head rested in her cleavage.

“Ooooh Kei-kun~” Eiko cooed as she started to kiss his cheeks. “Thanks for coming over, but you sort of took a while. I might just have to sit on you as punishment.” Eiko tried to strike an upset tone, but it hardly had an impact. How could it when Eiko continued to pepper Keitaro with kisses and spin excitedly on her heels? 

Keitaro chuckled and hugged Eiko back. “Sorry, I stopped on the way to grab you something.” He said, noticing his gloved hand still gripped a plastic bag. He had almost forgotten as his arms were enveloped in Eiko’s plush form. Keitaro’s slender appendages had been neatly tucked between Eiko’s love handles and the fat that lined her sides. His free hand had subconsciously gripped Eiko’s back fat for support as she twirled him. The idea of letting go…never came to mind. Instead, he squeezed firmly.

Eiko waddled to the couch and dropped down. She continued to hold Keitaro close, squishing him further into her sweat-dappled form. Neither paid it much attention. They were content to lounge until Eiko’s stomach growled. 

This was Keitaro’s cue. He lifted the bag and revealed it was filled with treats. He reached in to fish out a chocolate bar. Eiko started to nibble away the second it was unwrapped. Keitaro had to quickly unwrap the rest, nimbly avoiding Eiko’s teeth.

By the time the chocolate bar was gone, Eiko grabbed Keitaro’s wrist and licked the remaining chocolate from his fingers. This was ironic as she didn’t care about the chocolate at the corners of her mouth or on her cheeks.

Keitaro continued to feed Eiko, gradually moving through the contents of the bag. The feeding was only paused when Keitaro needed to unwrap the next confection, or when Eiko belched loudly. No excuse was given, Eiko would simply open her mouth for the next treat. There were times when Keitaro offered to dab the chocolate away from Eiko’s cheeks with a handkerchief, but Eiko couldn’t understand why.

“Sounds like a waste of time to me.” Eiko would huff and pout. “Are you just tired of feeding me, Kei-kun?” She asked with puppy dog eyes.

“Not at all!” Keitaro replied and fed Eiko a handful of chocolate truffles. “I was just thinking…well, never mind.” He decided it was best to focus on feeding Eiko. He could clean her face later. 

The ghost watched this and practically fumed. Her entire plan, the nights' worth of effort, and it did nothing. Keitaro didn’t seem disgusted by Eiko at all. He sat in her lap and fed her, not put off by her weight or sweat. He even let her lick his fingers clean! ‘This guy is insane.’ The ghost thought, shaking her head.

‘Fine, he likes her? Let’s see how long he can stand her?’ The ghost charged as much of her power as she could. Her entire focus was devoted to Eiko’s body. When the malevolent energy reached a peak, when no more malice could be built, the ghost channeled it all.

Eiko didn’t notice.

Keitaro didn’t notice.

Eiko’s body, however, rolled outward. It swelled like a pile of dough. More fat built up and piled atop itself. As it did this, it rolled and folded. Some were small folds of fat. Others were heavy slabs of pure fat. All of these rolls accumulated the sweat that now poured over Eiko’s body. With her increased size and weight came intense body heat. She practically steamed just sitting on the couch, and numerous pools of sweat grew so full that they trickled in constant waterfalls over her form. 

The makeup Eiko had worn, which was meant to make her seem paler, slowly began to run with her sweat. The black lipstick she wore was smudged and mixed with the grease and various bits of food Kei fed her. 

“BOOOUUUUURRRRRPPPPPP!” Eiko let out a belch so loud that it echoed through the room. 

Kei ignored this despite it being directed into his face. Instead, he continued to feed Eiko. His hands moved faster. He stuffed Eiko so quickly that a quarter of the food was smeared across her rounded face. If anything, it seemed like he was the one being possessed by the ghost.

The combined magic and rapid feeding furthered Eiko’s growth. Her breasts swelled to nearly three times the size of her head. Her bra was long gone, too. The lack of support and increased weight caused Eiko’s breasts to rest atop her belly. They derived all their perk from that, although the outer curves sloped with her belly. 

Eiko’s belly overflowed her lap. It rolled over her knees and the sides of her thighs. It flowed on and on, rolling over itself until it touched the floor. Kei had to perch atop this flabby glob of overindulgence, and he sank gently into the soft texture. He had to dig his knees in to avoid slipping off the sweaty surface, and this also forced more gas from Eiko.

Eiko’s arms were overgrown with fat. They were so heavy and burdened that they could only rest at her sides. They had plenty of rolls to rest upon, but those were mostly buried beneath her pillow-sized bingo wings. The fat continued to roll past her elbow, where a forearm had become so puffy that it seemed utterly useless. Her wrists were thicker around than her thighs had once been, and each of her fingers was a sausage of a digit. 

Her hips had rolled across the couch and swallowed enough space for three people. They squished against the armrests, which stopped them like a dam stopped water. However, the fat continued to build up. It rose higher until it managed to fold atop the armrests. It would be some time before it spilled past them, though.

Legs could hardly be called that at this point. Eiko’s thighs were so thick that they pushed each other apart. One leg was broader than Kei’s shoulder, and it only continued to thicken. The hips above them were broad, but there was no possible way these legs could balance Eiko’s mass. It was hard to acknowledge how they would buckle under the weight. Fat built and rolled on until it flowed over her knees fully. There was no way to see the joint. It had been overtaken by sagging thigh fat. Calves bloated as thick as Eiko’s bingo wings, and her shins were buried in a thick pad of fat. Their combined fat also rolled atop her feet until they couldn’t be seen from above. Even if Eiko’s belly were pushed aside, her feet would still be hidden.

More and more fat materialized, Kei fed Eiko with obsessed devotion, and Eiko consumed everything as if she were half-starved. This went on until the choker around her neck began to struggle. Eiko’s neck thickened into a throw-pillow-sized mass. The choker dug in slightly, but it had a limit. The material tried and tried, but a rip had appeared. That was like a crack on ice. It withheld for a moment, but the undulating of Eiko’s latest gulp was too much.

The choker snapped.

“Uh oh…” The ghost realized it was too late. Her obsession with driving Kei and Eiko apart had destroyed the object her soul was bound to.

The ghost vanished like a popped bubble, taking her curse with her.

It was like a flash. A single blink, and most of the ghost’s impact was erased.

The room smelled fresher, the couch wasn’t as filled or burdened, and Kei still sat on Eiko’s lap.

Kei blinked and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Huh? Did…did something happen?” He looked around. He felt dizzy, but it didn’t last long. He was soon occupied with the fact that he was on Eiko’s lap. 

Kei tried to move, but Eiko wrapped her arms around him. She had been dizzy, but she wouldn’t let this opportunity slide. “Eheh, where are you going, Kei-kun?~” She giggled and squeezed Kei tightly. “I think you still have some cake to feed me. Come on, come on! Feed me some more!” 

Gone was Eiko’s excessively obese form. However, she wasn’t as skinny as when she received her cursed choker. Her arms had almost perfectly returned to their slender selves, her face only slightly pudgy. Her breasts were perhaps overly ample and larger than her head, her hips were twice as wide as they used to be, and her thighs squished together. Her belly was smooth and slightly rolling, just large enough to take up two thirds of her lap. This was the impact of all she had physically eaten while under the influence of a ghostly curse.

It was still food, and those calories were scarily real!

Eiko didn’t mind, though. Why should she? Her boyfriend was IN HER LAP! Apparently, hand-feeding her, too. ‘Maybe we got a little hot and heavy? Eheheh~’ She thought and started to giggle aloud. “If you don’t want to feed me, then you could at least give me some sugar!” She fake-pouted.

Kei sighed. ‘Clearly, I’m dizzy because Eiko is a handful, but was she…’ He thought before asking the one question no man is ever supposed to ask. “Eiko, have you gained weight…recently?

“Nah, just the freshman fifteen. I’ve always been a little chunky.” Eiko brushed it off like it was nothing. She took Kei’s hands in her own and guided them to her belly. She pushed his palms against the softness of her midsection until Kei began to grope. She relished how his fingers dipped into her pudge. It was hard not to blush and feel excited as Kei kneaded her belly like precious dough. “Ooh, look at you go, Kei-kun~”

Kei sighed and leaned in despite himself. He kissed Eiko gently (if only to stall her teasing), and her tight hold kept him from pulling back. They started to kiss more. And more…and a little more.

Kei decided he would do his best to make Eiko happy. Especially since his sixth sense had calmed down. That meant he could fully enjoy his time with Eiko.

THE END