"...and there's uncle Genji, he's a great cook, I think we've been to his restaurant before. And there's his son Goro, he's trying to be a sumo wrestler! He's about the same age as Hiroshi and are good friends. I hate that they always pick on me and Souta at reunions. But with you there, I'm sure they're leave us alone! Right Conan!" said Genta as he was packing up his bag.
"You bet! I won't let you down!" responded Conan, who was done packing and was sitting on his futon.
'Although, since I'm a 4ft., 65 pound weakling right now, I doubt I'll be much help.' he thought inwardly.
While that was certainly true, Conan was however a bit wrong when stating his body's weight.
In the week that Conan was at Genta's place, he had gained about 15 pounds, so he was really 80 pounds. Conan was still oblivious to his increasing weight, as he had not stood in a mirror for more than a few minutes in the morning, and had casually batted away any thoughts that may have concerned his expanding girth when he had gotten clothes 2 sizes bigger than what he usually wore, stating that it was logical that he'd gain a little weight with having to spend that summer at Genta's place and he could just melt of the 5 or at most 8 pounds he'd gain with a bit of soccer and criminal chasing.
Right now, he was dressed in a way that resembled Genta's own clothing style, with a green shirt and blue shorts, which were smaller than Genta's, since they were his when he was five. Although, wearing a five-year old Genta's clothing on a seven-year old Conan would have him look like a clown, had he not had the extra weight. In fact, it fitted him pretty well, it even was starting to feel a bit snug.
"Oi, Genta, Mom and Dad said for you and Conan to hurry up! It's a long drive to uncle Daiki's house in Osaka!" yelled Hiroshi.
"Coming! Come on Conan, let's go." said Genta as he and Conan ran down the stairs.
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Genta's uncle Daiki owned a huge estate and a large staff of butlers and maids with his wife and two kids on the outskirts of Osaka. Being a CEO of a large software company, he made enough to invite and house his entire family for one week, which included his parents, his Genta's family and his brother's Genji's family, his parents' siblings and their family, their parents' siblings' families and some of the closer but still a bit distant relatives.
As they reached the estate and parked into the driveway, they were greeted by Daiki, who had come out to greet his first visitors and to catch up on old times with his younger brother.
"Ah, Jiro! Come in, come in! How are you and Fujimi doing?" said Daiki, as he led his them to the living room.
"We're doing great, and the store's fine as well. Although, I've noticed I've gotten a bit more pudge around the middle as of late."
"Ahahaha, the woes of aging! Those pounds just seem to pile on once you've had children! Which reminds me, unless you've managed to pull a prank on me for the last seven years, I'm pretty sure that you had only three children."
"Oh, Conan! He's Genta's friend. His guardians couldn't take him with them this summer and asked us to take care of him. Great kid, although I'm afraid our eating habits have rubbed off on him. Seems I'm not the only with more pudge around the middle lately. Makes me feel a bit guilty since Fujimi's cooking is what probably caused most of his weight gain. And with every other Kojima woman coming, I'm sure we'll all need a bigger set of clothes after this week."
"Speak for yourself, I've already bought my clothes. So, how much has young Conan gained?"
"Look for yourself. Here's a picture I was given by his Nee-chan, Ran, in case something happened and the police needed to identify him. Look at that for a moment and compare it to Conan. Let me just call him over. Conan-kun, would you please come here for a moment!"
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"Huh? Oh, coming Kojima-san!" said a startled Conan as he was jostled out of a Yaiba discussion between Souta and Genta.
'Anything to get out of talking about Yaiba. I mean really, those two obsess way too much about that for it to be healthy.'
"Yes Kojima-san? Did you need anything?" he asked, wonder what he could be needed for.
"Oh nothing much, my brother just wants to get a closer look at you, being a famous detective and all and living with Sleeping Kogoro too. Isn't that right Daiki?"
Looking at Conan, Daiki could indeed see that the Conan he was looking at was much bigger than the one in the picture.
"Uh? Oh, right, right. Well, I'm done, it was nice to meet you Conan-kun. Well you run off now, and don't get any bigger then you have already."
As Conan left, Jiro turned to his brother.
"See what I mean?"
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Meanwhile, Conan was following Genta and Souta as they went upstairs with their twin cousins, Tokujiro and Tokujaro, both the same age as Genta was. He was pondering what Daiki had said as he left.
'What did he mean don't get any bigger? I haven't gained that much weight, have I? And none of it should be noticeable.'
As he continued walking, he passed by a mirror hanging on the wall, took one look at it and asked:
"Hey, Tokujiro-kun, where's your bathroom, I need to use it really badly."
"Oh, um...there's one down that hallway on the second door to the left."
"Thanks!" Conan shouted, running as fast as he could down the hallway. Which, if he had taken the time to notice, was considerably slower than normal.
'That can't be right! I couldn't have gained that much to look like that! I've got to see this myself.'
Reaching the bathroom door, he went inside and closed it quickly and locked it. Then, he proceeded to strip down to his underwear and stood on a stool as to better see the bathroom mirror.
'What...what happened to me...'
Reflecting back at him was not a svelte grade-schooler, but a round, startled boy with a round, tan potbelly with a navel so deep, he could fit an entire finger all the way in. His chest poofy and round were soon becoming boy breasts. Looking down, he found that his belly obscured his view enough that only his toes were visible. And, later in a very private moment, found that his crotch was smaller than before. His arms and legs were plump and round with chubby hands and feet that had fat fingers and toes. His face had become much more fuller, with plump cheeks and a modest second chin. His butt had grown twice as large as before and stretched his briefs to the max. And his backside had started to sag down a bit with all the fat and merged into his new love handles and other fat rolls throughout his body.
'I've got to see how much I weigh...' he said in shock.
Finding a scale, he look down as the number 80 came up.
'Fifteen pounds! At this rate, I'll weigh as much as Genta! I've gotta start doing something quick!'
Unfortunately, for his waistline, Genta was knocking on the door with one of the greatest desserts known to man.
"Conan-kun, hurry up! You've been there for twenty minutes! Uncle Genji's already here and he's brought his three-fudge-chocolate cake!" yelled Genta.
Putting on his clothes, he stepped out...only to have a mouthful of cake shoved in his mouth.
"So Conan-kun, how does it taste?" said Genta with a sly look.
"It's delicious!" said Conan, who grabbed the rest of the cake and started scarfing it down, the cake being the only thing on his mind.
"Well, then come downstairs! There's a lot more food that's just as great!"
And so, they went and gorged themselves. They laughed and talked and Conan met some of Genta's relatives, all who were on the heavy side themselves, and felt a bit embarrassed as the females cooed over at how cute he was and gave him more food. And the entire time, he ate those offerings and more too. He had seconds and thirds and fourths, he just couldn't believe how great it was! And as he ate, he felt his worries slip away. He could do something next week, when the reunion was over.
Later, it was a very full and tired Conan who went up to the guest room he shared with Genta. This was also a Conan that decided to drink a bit more of Genta's stomachache cure, due to his gorging causing a huge stomachache.
Falling asleep, Conan never noticed that his body's metabolism had slowed again, to the point where it was only a quarter of what it was. No more bean pole Conan for him and gone were the days where he could eat like a pig and not gain an ounce. There was only more and more fat for him.
Such were the facts that those of the Kojima family had to know, who had always been made to be heavier than others, and Conan himself was considered part of Kojima family now.
And so, in a peaceful slumber, it was Conan Kojima that dreamed of dancing fudge cakes and steaming chicken. Not Conan Edogawa nor Shinchi Kudo. It was Conan Kojima who was drooling at the dream of buffet, full of food of all kinds, and it was Conan Kojima who woke up the next morning, eating a stack of pancakes piled high with eggs, bacon, french toast, and a bowl of cereal. It was Conan Kojima who was sitting with the other young Kojimas, talking about the days activities while being hugged by aunts and grandmothers and partaking in a eating contest. Which, he had done very well at considering he was smaller compared to Genta and other kids his age who had come to the reunion, all of them themselves round like butterballs.
Scratch that, Conan was definitely part of the Kojima family now!
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