Rizu's Exchange (WG Story) Part 2 (Patreon)

Day 31

As the end of the first month approached, Rizu's weight gain had become more noticeable. She had arrived in America rail thin, with a flat stomach, a thigh gap and small breasts, but as the month went on, her once-slender figure had expanded. Now, her belly protruded outwards and her thighs were beginning to rub together when she walked. Her breasts had grown to a respectable C-cup and her ass was threatening the fabric of her pants daily. Even her face seemed fuller. Despite her increasing size, Rizu's appetite and eagerness to try more foods had shown no signs of slowing down.

Not only that, it was undeniable that her appetite had significantly increased. Throughout the month, I had noticed her portions getting larger and larger, and her cravings for junk food only seemed to intensify. She had now well outpaced my own stomach capacity, consistently eating twice what I was able to. She had adopted a habit of snacking between meals, and made sure to stock up on sugary treats while out too much absentmindedly while she was at home. I couldn’t help but notice the effect all this eating out had on my own body as well, although this was less pronounced than the effect on Rizu’s figure.

After I finished getting ready to go out, I noticed Rizu was nowhere to be found. Normally she was waiting at the door, eager to get out there and start eating as soon as possible, but today she was absent from her normal spot. I noticed the door to her room was closed, and went to investigate.

Through the door, I could occasionally hear Rizu’s voice. She sounded like she was struggling, and was clearly quite upset.

“Is everything alright?” I ask, knocking on the door.

Rizu was clearly taken off guard, but yells back that she is okay. I decide to wait a while longer, but after 10 minutes she’s clearly still struggling., so I knock on the door again.

“You sure you’re okay in there?” I ask again.

There’s a pause, until a defeated Rizu finally responds.

“I might need some help…” she says sheepishly.

“Can I come in?” I ask.

“Come in”, she responds, and I open the door.

I was shocked to find Rizu, in nothing but her underwear, with clothes piled up on her bed and the floor. She looks flustered and embarrassed, and is breathing quite heavily.

“None of my clothes fit…” she admits, looking at the floor.

I help her go through her wardrobe, using all my willpower to stop myself from staring at her plump belly, as it hangs over her waistline, or her thick thighs as they press against each other.  She tried on a few things, to no avail, until eventually we find a skirt which looks larger than the rest. I watch, mesmerized, as she slowly wiggles it up over her thickened thighs and juicy ass.

After she gets her skirt on, I offer her one of my baggy shirts, since all of her tops had become quite snug. We decide to set out and try and find her some new clothes, so that she has something to wear, at least for a while.

We browse for a bit. At first, she grabbed a few outfits in her usual size, but quickly finds they are all too tight. She sighs, looking disappointed, clearly in denial of her weight gain.

After some convincing, Rizu reluctantly tried on some clothes in a larger size. As she looked at herself in the mirror, I could see the disappointment in her eyes. She still felt self-conscious about the extra weight she had gained.

But then, I encouraged her to try a few more pieces in the next size up. Eventually, she found a pair of jeans and a sweater that fit her well and looked great on her.

"I can't believe I had to go up a size," Rizu said, looking down at her new clothes.

"It's just a number," I reassured her. "What matters is that you feel comfortable and confident in what you wear."

Rizu smiled and nodded. "You're right. Thanks for helping me out."

As we left the store, I could see her walking a little taller, a little more confident in her new clothes. She may have had to size up, but she still looked stunning.

We stop by the food court, and Rizu decides on KFC, one of her favourites.

However, as you sit at the table, you can’t help but notice the extra tight fit of Rizu's old clothes. Her skirt was stretched taut around her waist and the zipper was undone, revealing just how much she had grown in the past few weeks.

Rizu ordered the double zinger stacker combo meal and a 12 pack of nuggets. Despite the clear difference, she doesn’t seem to pay much mind to how her appetite has grown. We head home, after what was certainly an embarrassing day for Rizu.

That night, after a nap, Rizu asks if we can go to an all-you-can-eat buffet for dinner. She explained she’s never actually been to one, and when we were at the mall earlier saw one that looked nice.

As we walked in, we were greeted by the sight of endless rows of food, with everything from sushi and pizza to roasted meats and salads. Rizu's eyes widened in excitement as she surveyed the options, clearly eager to try everything.

We grabbed a couple of plates and started our first round. Rizu piled her plate high with cheeseburgers, pasta, and potatoes. She also grabbed a heaping pile of golden french fries, sprinkled with salt and accompanied by a side of creamy ranch dipping sauce. As we sat down, Rizu eagerly dug into her food, savoring each bite.

As she finished her first plate, Rizu was already eager to go back for seconds. She filled her plate again, this time with a chili cheese dog smothered in onions and mustard, a few slices of greasy pizza, and another helping of fries. She washed it all down with a large cup of fizzy soda. I could see the joy on her face as she savored each bite.

Rizu went up for thirds and fourths, piling her plate high with everything from teriyaki chicken to mashed potatoes and gravy. She seemed to be in her element, enjoying every bite and chatting excitedly about the different flavors and textures of the food.

As the night wore on, Rizu slowed down a bit, taking her time to savor each bite and chatting with me between mouthfuls. She went up for one last plate of dessert, piling it high with cakes, cookies, and a scoop of ice cream.

Her dessert was rudely interrupted however, when the button on Rizu's skirt suddenly popped off. In her rush to get here, she had forgotten to change into her new set of clothes. Sensing her discomfort, I quickly reassured her and even got her another small plate of dessert to take her minds of it.

"I guess I've been overindulging a bit," Rizu admitted with a sheepish smile as she continued piling the sugary treats into her mouth.

On the way home, Rizu fell asleep in the car and I couldn't help but steal a glimpse at her midsection. I estimated that she had already put on around 20 pounds in just one month. Despite her growing figure, her appetite showed no signs of slowing down, and you couldn't help but wonder what she would look like after six months of American-style eating.