Corruption/Shorts 1: Nagatoro: Please Bathe Me, Senpai! (Patreon)

The first of the shorts has arrived! Tell me if you guys like it or not. Should we go further and slobbier for the next one? Or is this about the right tempo? Komi one is in progress too!


    “Scchheempaaaiii. . .” Hayase Nagatoro wheezed as she waddled into the art club room. It had been a long waddle from the gym where the judo club practiced. It had been a long, intense practice followed by an equally long and intense walk. Though, virtually any activity was strenuous when bordering on 700 pounds. Yet, through it all, she felt good. Sweaty, sticky, and maybe just a bit smelly but good nonetheless. She hadn’t bothered to shower once finishing her practice, instead opting to continue to roll and marinate in her juices. Through the whole walk over she had felt sweat further permeat her body. She was covered in a fine mist of sweat and grease, a viscous and soupy cloud of musk and pungent body odor following her. Now it was her turn to share it with Senpai. “. . .Itsch time for you. . .uuuggh. . .to bathe me.” She wiped her sagging chins and cheek folds with a fattened paw of a hand. Her fingers were so fat that her hand might have been better compared to a pig hoof.


    “Nagatoro, I’m not going to do that.” Senpai pushed his glasses up and continued painting. “It’s highly inappropriate for men and women to bathe together, especially on school grounds.” He dipped his brush onto his palette and began making light strokes over the canvas. 


    “No. . .UUURRRP. . .itsch not!” Nagatoro said, passing her bulk through the door to the art room. Any part of her that came in contact with the wall or door left a smear of sweat and grease. It took hours of janitorial work to remove Nagatoro’s passing from a room. Once highly athletic and quick, she moved almost painfully slowly now. Even her fat, the endless fields of succulent blubber, seemed to jiggle slowly. “Itsch. . .ssccharity for a. . .needy girl.” She slurred her words, trying to force them out from plump lips and puffy cheeks. She had not counted on how heavy everything about her would become upon getting fat, but she did not hate it. There was something powerful and even magic about being morbidly obese. She felt like she could rule the entire world, burying any naysayers under a thick slab of gut-fat. “I’m jussccht sccchoo. . .UUURRP. . .grossch now.” Despite Senpai not paying attention, Nagatoro lifted one of her belly rolls to make a point. She flopped it up and down, wafting the clouds of sweat and stink outwards.


    “You should have taken a shower after practice.” Senpai continued to paint. He was not going to be dragged away from his painting to indulge Nagatoro’s most recent scheme. She could ruin her health all she wanted, but she was not going to ruin his painting. “It’s not my fault you. . .GAAAHHH!” Senapi’s sentence ended in a premature yell as his head was pushed forward. Senpai reached out, trying to grasp for anything that would prevent his headlong fall to the floor. Unfortunately, the only support available was his easel and canvas. The nerdy young man splatted onto the wet paint, half of his face covered by reds and blues. The moist gut on top of him rolled forward and back with its owners guffaughs and chuckles. Extreme weight gain had done many things to Nagatoro. She was much, much more forceful now. No longer hinting and playing at things, she was abrupt, forward, and honest about her intentions. While admirable in theory, they were always selfish in their nature. 


    “Needed. . uh. . .belly holder.” Nagatoro grinned through her huffing, wheezing speech. “I’m. . .uuurrp. . .too musch . . .woman.” she smacked her heavy gut and her entire body jiggled. From the meaty slaps, Nagatoro could feel every part of her body wobble. Her massive asscheeks clapped together, naked and panty-free. Her skirt was more of a table cloth for the dimpled shelf of fat. Everyone got a view of her ass if they walked behind her. Likewise, her belly was always on display. Divided into two shelves, her upper and lower stomach folds surged out and over her skirt from the front. Her button up shirt had been turned into little more than a tube top, providing comfort to her breasts. While proportionally small, Nagatoro’s sweaty tits were looking more and more womanly with each pound added. Food from her messy indulgences would rain down, filling the moist canyon until she finally cared enough to clean herself. Or make someone smaller do it for her. “Heh-heh-heh. . .looskch like. . .ufff. . .you could usch a bath now.” She grinned, no longer above taking pleasure in misfortune she caused others.


    “You can bully me as much as you want. I’m not going to do it.” Senpai’s will had become ultra-hardened thanks to Nagatoro’s evolution. The more forcefully she pushed, the stronger he made his resistance. “Don’t you have a sister to ask?” He retorted, trying to summon enough strength to push off of the canvas. Paint was settling into his shirt, never to be removed. It was rather shameless how the two carried on. 


    “Uuuuuhhh, major creep mode.” Nagatoro rolled her eyes, wishing Senpai wasn’t a man of convictions. “Like I’m going. . .to haf. . .my sischter touch my. . .delicate areasch.” Nagatoro panted, her body heating up further with bath time imaginations. “Thatsch a job for a schrimpy. . .lone lousche.” She leaned further forward, pressing her disgusting body into Senpai as much as possible. She wanted every bit of sweat and stink to be rubbed off on him. She needed him to be claimed, to be swaddled in her blubber and her sweat for ever. Her gut rolled across his back as he was forced further down. Senpai was a wuss and a weakling, unable to even hold his own body up straight. It was hopeless to think he could hold hers. “Beschides. . .maybe I want you. . .scheeennnpaaai. . .wanna feel your. . .schrimpy body on mine.” She whispered to her fat, since it was covering her small love interest, but the vibrations carried through to Senpai. 


    “Ugh. . .fine. If it will get you off of me.” Senpai mumbled.