[writing] Manaka Makes It Big (Patreon)

“Manaka, you need to--”

“I can’t perform on an empty stomach!” Manaka protested, a claim already contradicted by the deep and loud churning sound of constant digestion, notifying everyone around her about the incredible excess of food in her belly being converted directly into even more pure fat.

Just as Manaka had grown, so had her appetite. It took hours and hours of constant eating to put a dent in the woman’s endless hunger, but nothing could truly fill her up anymore.

All of her body’s bulging flab wobbled all over as she leaned to the side to plunge a densely-meaty arm into a bag of gummies of the largest size. She lazed with her rolly back against the seat of the dressing room’s sofa, as, despite Manaka’s short stature, it painfully creaked with the strain of her ever-increasing sheer weight.

The gummies were shoveled down straight into her many-chinned pretty face, down into her face-submerged lack-of-neck, and dropped into the ever-growing main feature of her figure: her colossal stomach.

Food was gobbled down at the fastest rate she could stuff it down her throat. The churning of her belly blared above all, but the chewing, lip-smacking and occasional feminine groaning from the effort of shoveling it all into her fat face was almost just as ever-present.

Migi and Hidarin sighed as they watched their friend ferociously eat their way even deeper into obesity, knowing full well from all their many, many, many previous attempts that stopping the impossible force of her rampant gluttony was futile. What had she done to herself?

Manaka munched and gobbled as much food as she possibly could until the very last second of the start of her performance. Getting as many snacks into her body was her number one priority now, above all else. But the stage was her original passion, so she put in the effort to apply her make-up, and not put too much thought into looking directly at the multi-chinned behemoth staring back at her in the mirror.

Right on the clock for the girls to emerge, Migi and Hidarin skipped up out of their seats, and hopped in place to psyche up for the stage. Manaka opened another chocolate bar.

“Come on, you big fatty!”

“H-hey! I told you not to call me that!”

Manaka involuntarily grunted as she shifted her body over and off the couch, the immense strain of the simple action already taking all of her energy and focus. She puffed and wheezed as she slowly lumbered over, and tried not to think about how her fitness had been reduced to nothing.

Her thick stumps of legs were dense with flab, and as squished and as layered as pancake stacks from the grueling task of heaving up her overfed figure, leaving no room for an opening. As such, her confident strut had been reduced to a pitiful waddle, and in a matter of steps she was totally winded.

Migi and Hidarin held up her shoulders, to help her lumber onto the stage.

“Y...you... don’t need to h-help me, y-you know!”

“I want to start this show TODAY, Manaka.”

Hidarin firmly poked her belly, and it swallowed her finger several inches deep without any resistance, all the way up into her arm.

“S-s...stop it!”

As the lights hit, and the laughter and applause of the crowd heated up, the group started their first song. Manaka danced and sang with powerful determination, in spite of all the mistakes she was making thanks to the reduced dexterity and stamina of her comically engorged body.

Half her lyrics came out as a wheeze, the sturdy stage creaked and bended with only Manaka’s steps, and the duo behind her had to position their footing around the stomping and deforming of the flooring.

“O...T-t... M!!!”

As much as she tried to tuck her belly into her skirt, it wobbled out of it shamelessly uncontained, her fat gut proudly displaying itself to the world, definitive evidence of her pure gluttony. It loudly sloshed with every motion, revealing how fully-taut with snacks she was at all times. It angrily groaned with the frustration of physical activity, and the increasing difficulty of moving around so much heavy fat on such a dainty frame.

The laughter and cheering continued. The girls still hadn’t gotten used to having an audience... even though it wasn’t under the best of circumstances.

Manaka had become a viral sensation, just like she always wanted! But not in the way she had planned... most people were giggling about how much the skinny little wannabe idol ballooned up over a short period of time, and was too stubborn to retire, despite how ridiculously obese she had gotten. She wasn’t fit for the stage, she was just making a big wobbling spectacle of herself. But Manaka didn’t care.

Blowing up across the internet were endless photos of Manaka blowing up, a viral collection of randomly uploaded photos from entirely different strangers unintentionally stringing together a comprehensive archive of her day-by-day weight gain, of every single time she performed, from all different angles and poses. Photo albums, videos, and even transitional animations revealed just how big she’d gotten, and how quickly.

Manaka’s followers and notifications spiked. Mostly from haters jeering her, but also a smaller portion of horny fans attracted to her change of physique. She was indifferent to both.

She had a sense of pride in not caring about the flood of rude notifications that swarmed her social media. If she was going to feel embarrassed about her body, it was going to be on her own terms, and not the terms of strangers.

“Holy shit...”

“Go on a diet, please!”

“FATASS!”

Jeering erupted from the crowd, and Manaka smiled to herself. She could get used to this...