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it had started small. ena had started small. it had been no more than a few treats here and there at first—it was that time of year in shibuya where pop-up shops and collab cafés were everywhere, and naturally, many of them tempted the two girls enough to indulge. and indulge they did.
mizuki had a fast metabolism—and generally didn't eat as much, usually taking a few bites or sips and pawning it off to ena—whereas the brunette never held herself back. mizuki was paying, after all.
ena's new lifestyle was starting to show. honestly, she hadn't really noticed until now. it had been easy enough to chalk up to laundry mishaps, and bloating, and whatever allowed her to ignore the elephant (-sized girl, at this rate…) in the room. however, it was becoming more and more difficult to to do—almost as difficult as she now found it to get her skirt over her hips.
part of ena worried, as she shimmied it uselessly, that the zipper would abandon its track because it couldn't open any wider. surely, she hadn't gotten that big. she hadn't even been tempted by a café in, like, a week! she didn't need to anymore, though—her calories had become consistent from whatever source they needed; second helpings at dinner, treats from the freezer, snacks from the convenience store before her classes. everything she popped past her lips became fodder for her growing figure.
"m-mizuki, i'm serious, it's not gonna fit…!" ena whined as mizuki oh-so-fervently tried to zip the back of the lingerie ena had bought just a few months earlier, and that she'd already worn plenty of times. mizuki moved her hands to the front of ena's torso, at first seeming as though she was trying to get ena to suck in, but it became clear after a few seconds that ena's pervert girlfriend was just trying to sneakily grope her stomach.
"h-hey, hands off!" she squealed, only eliciting a giggle from the pink-haired girl. her face turned an adorable red, which only made mizuki more delighted, which only made ena more whiny.
"c'moooon, enanan, just relaaaax…. i'll get it on in no time, and then we can give you some treats to see if it can really hold its own."
"i don't think my lingerie should have to defend itself!"
mizuki burst into a fit of laughter, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes as she turned to ena's front, patting her belly almost pitifully.
"okaaay… then, we'll just leave it like this, and i can feed you now!"
"mizuki, how much do you have in mind, exactly…?" ena asked, a slight worry being fostered at the eagerness with which mizuki wanted to begin their little date.
"oh, it's not too much, just some stuff i picked up from some cafés… i've got drinks to wash it down, so don't worry, okay~?"
ena was definitely worrying. there was no reason to withhold worry when mizuki spoke in that lilt. she watched mizuki leave the room, and listened to the sound of a paper bag get crinkled, followed by mizuki's footsteps returning.
a little platter of melon buns—two, and a couple of donut holes. in mizuki's other hand held a milk tea.
"this is what we'll start with~" mizuki cooed.
ena's furrowed brow disappeared at the sight—and the smell—of the treats, instinctively reaching for them like a baby. mizuki giggled again, setting the platter down and petting ena's head. she shook the tea and stabbed in the straw, setting that on ena's nightstand for her to nurse from, before picking up a melon bun, her other hand cupped to catch the crumbs.
the whole thing was maddeningly maternal. ena took a bite, the refreshing fruitiness of the melon balancing out the creamy sweetness of the tea.
"it'sh good…!" ena said, hand over her mouth to keep from spitting food everywhere as she chewed. her eyes had brightened a little.
"isn't it? i fell in love with these."
ena had let herself get hand-fed treats, only occasionally remembering to reach for her drink. at some point, she'd starting leaning back against the pillows, and hadn't stopped. if she'd had any hope of fitting into the lingerie before they started, it was lost now.
she started to peel it off, finding it slightly difficult, what with her sluggish state and her limited range of mobility. mizuki, plate in her lap, simply rubbed ena's tummy while she worked, which clouded her thoughts even further.
"gh… is there still more?"
"of course, silly… i didn't want enanan to go hungry!"
"i think we're far past that point, mizuki…" ena groaned, now lying totally naked on her bed.
"awwww, but i had other treats i wanted you to try! here, have a sip of your peach tea! we can keep going in a little bit." mizuki swivelled, grabbing the cup and holding the straw to ena's lips.
ena took a sip, despite her halfhearted protests. "i— i don't think…" …not anymore, she didn't.
mizuki had done a good job at making ena forget she could.