Kitagawa Experiment (Patreon)

Simple as that. Tiny experiment.

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"Check them out! What do you think?!" Kitagawa exclaimed, soft hands smooshed against her round cheeks.

Kitagawa was always excited when talking about or engaging with her interests, but she seemed even more excited today.

Gojo's expression was the opposite, twisted in confusision and slight concern. He had been supportive of his friend, always caring for her interestes (even if he didn't understand them), but her sudden and excessive weight gain was still new.

Kitagawa had arrived at his home suddenly, so energetic that her entire body wobbled. She claimed she wanted to show Gojo something and that they should go to his\ost room immediatly.

It took over ten minutes to get Kitagawa upstairs, then another ten for her to regain her breath, and another five for them to catch up over snacks. By then, Kitagawa had fully recovered and slid one of her meaty legs forward.

'What does she want me to check out?' Gojo thought, looking down. His eyes trailed past Kitagawa's breasts, each neatly as broad as his shoulders, over her massive belly which hung past her knees, down a meaty thigh revealed only because it was thrust forward, down a puffy lower leg…

"Uh…I don't know I'm looking for." Gojo finally admitted.

"Sigh, oh Gojo," Kitagawa placed her hands on Gojo's shoulders, unknowingly and unintentionally shoving her chest toward her friend. "You might need to go a liiiiittle lower."

A surprsing burst of strength from Kitagawa sent Gojo to his knees. A meaty hand then pushed more gently atop his head until he was on his hands and knees.

"I still don't…" Gojo trailed off. The new position only revealed Kitagawa's feet, which he was already aware of. He had adjusted some shoes for her last cosplay, after all.

The inline of Kitagawa's foot was noticably puffy, mounding in fat. This upper half of her foot pushed upward, arching in a mouth that squished against the lowest fat fold over her shin. This lump also managed to roll out to the sides, forming part of the reason her feet were wider.

The balls of her feet mimicked that growth, their fat pressing against the floor and spreading out to both sides of her feet. The only thought this drew from Gojo was /-how it might serve to ease the burden of Kitagawa's weight.

'Almost like walking on pillows or a natural orthopedic gel.'

Gojo blinked a few times before it finally dawned on him. "You got your toenails painted!"

It had taken time to notice and was mostly impossible to see while standing, but Kitagawa had indeed painted her toenails. Each porky little digit boasted glossy, pink nails with little sparkles throughout.

"Hehe, yeah! It's been forever since I got my nails done. I can do my hands without much issue, but there's no way I can get those little piggies myself." Kitigawa giggled and wiggled her toes.

"They look good," Gojo said as he got back to his feet. "I wonder if I could do something similar. Some of your cosplays might use open toed shoes."

Kitagawa became noticably flustered. "You'd ask to do that so quickly? Gojo, don't tell me you're into feet." She tried to come off teasing, but instead looked like she could crumple in on herself any second.

"Huh? No, not really. I'm fine painting your nails, though." Gojo replied, unphased and smiling softly.

'Seriously, Gojo, you are too freaking precious!' Kitagawa squeeled internally.

THE END