"Hey, Tsukasa!"
"Konata?" Tsukasa asked, absent-mindfully pulling her shirt over her flabby belly, her face still beat red from her solitary embarrassment. She was grateful Konata wasn't here to see the state she was in. Now THAT would be humiliating.
"Look, I just baked a few cakes for Yukata's birthday, but the problem is she's sick and we're postponing the party. Problem is we have all these cakes that we can't eat, so, uh, would ya mind maybe takin' a few of them off our hands?"
Tsukasa ran her hands over her belly. She didn't get how that was there, but she knew eating cakes wouldn't solve her problems anytime soon. Her wrists were starting to disappear under a thin layer of flab, she noticed to her anxiety. Her hips were getting wider, pressing against the limitations of her panties. Still, it would be rude to not accept such a generous gift. "Uh, okay, sure, why--?"
There was a knocking sound at the door that interrupted Tsukasa's train of thought. She ran over to the door, anxiously, as she glanced nervously through the keyhole. There, standing on the front porch, was Konata, talking into the cell phone! "Okay, cool, can ya open up?" Konata said into the cell phone, which resulted in Tsukasa hearing the message both in her ear and through the keyhole.
"Oh, uh, okay," Tsukasa replied, opening the door up. Konata was standing there with a wheelbarrow behind her, a wheelbarrow she dragged into the house, filled with four rather large cakes all piled on top of one another, separated by cardboard. "Wouldn't that smear the icing?" Tsukasa asked, nervously.
"Oh, probably, but I'm sure it'll taste as good," Konata replied, lazily tossing off her shoes as she walked in, rolling her pink little toes in the carpet. The young girl stretched, her shirt pulling up over her belly. Tsukasa couldn't help but notice a slight ring of flesh folding over the lips of her jeans, a ring that lead Tsukasa to notice Konata's slightly rounded belly, her thicker thighs, her wider hips, her breasts, which actually existed now, along with her knuckles that had been swallowed up in flesh. While not chubby, barely even thick, Konata was a little...bigger.
"So you want some?" Konata replied, drawing Tsukasa out of her day dream.
"Oh, uh, sure."
Konata set the ice cream cakes in the refrigerator. As she bent over, her butt pulled against the seams of her seat, and Tsukasa watched as the threads threatened to snap alongside her butt crack. Oh how succulent her buns looked, puffy and soft. Tsukasa couldn't help but hold her breath. Was the seam going to snap? Would it stay?
"Uh, Tsukasa, I appreciate the fact my butt looks nice, but what's with the staring? You haven't started playing for the other team, have you?" Konata asked, smirking so her dimples (she had dimples?!) shone through.
"Oh, uh--!"
"Say, do you wanna eat some of the cake? I'm kinda hungry," Konata replied, scratching her softer belly by pulling up her shirt, revealing her blubbery softness. Tsukasa felt anxiety run through her. Just what the hell was going on!?
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