Sakuya WG - Vote 1 - Sakuya (Patreon)

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Sakuya Izayoi occupied the entirety of the white sofa like it had been built for her new dimensions. The maid dress had given up weeks ago trying to contain her but still clung stubbornly to whatever it could. Blue fabric strained across a pair of heavy, overfull breasts that sat high and wide on her chest making the little white collar looking almost decorative now. Below it, her belly rose in a thick, warm dome that poured over the waistband of her shorts and settled across her massive thighs, soft enough that the chip bag dented into it. Every small shift sent a slow roll through her gut and a wobble through her upper arms. She liked the weight of it all. She liked how it entered every room before her as though to announce that the once precise, slender maid was gone.

With phone in one hand, she guided another grasp of chips into her waiting mouth.

The latest Touhou popularity poll thread was open. Sakuya’s official ranking had slipped which she had found unacceptable. She created another throwaway account, then another, her thumbs moving while her belly sat heavy in her lap.

“Sakuya’s never looked better,” she typed as “KnifeFan88.” “Those thick thighs, that huge soft belly stretching the maid outfit… she’s finally filling out the way she was meant to. More fat Sakuya NOW.”

Send. Another handful of chips placed into her mouth. Another account tapped out in rapid succession.

“We need actual SSBBW Sakuya doujins,” she wrote as “ScarletMaidEnjoyer.” “Not just a little pudgy. I want her so heavy that whole sofas disappears under her, that little white apron buried beneath a hanging gut, all while still trying to look elegant even if she’s too fat to stand. That’s a sign of real character development.”

She embellished freely. In her posts she described the way her own breasts spilled over the bodice, how her hips had widened until the shorts carved into them, how the lower curve of her belly had grown heavy enough to rest on her thighs even when she sat up. She called it an improvement, an upgrade or even a redesign for the modern audience. Softness could be seen as power for those who wanted the cool maid. Appetite as devotion for those who wanted the sweet maid. A maid who had stopped serving time and started serving her own hunger was, in her telling, peak Sakuya content.

She kept eating while she worked. Grease on her fingers, crumbs caught in the fold where belly met thigh. The phone screen glowed against the pale swell of her middle. She imagined the poll numbers climbing because the community had finally seen the truth: a fatter Sakuya was a hotter Sakuya, and there should be stacks of doujins proving it.

She posted pictures to go with it, things which would give a visual example of what she had in mind.

Then the notifications arrived in a cluster.

Posts removed. Accounts banned. Reason: coordinated spam, identical IP, no VPN.

She had forgotten to turn it on.

The mansion’s connection had given her away. Every fake fan praising her gut, her thighs, her intention to get even larger had come from the same place. Moderators had swept the thread. The poll closed. And she had not risen by much.

Sakuya stared at the screen. Then she let out a long breath that made her chest and belly rise together, fabric creaking. The result was irritating but her new body was not. She was still enormous by all accounts, still comfortable and still very much planning to grow. She reached into the bag again, pushed another handful past her lips, and felt the familiar pleasant tightness as her stomach accepted more. The poll and its pushers could keep their thin girl fantasies. She would keep the sofa, the chips, and the slow, deliberate project of becoming the fattest version of herself the mansion had ever seen by this time next year—whether the voters asked for a sexy doujin or not.