100 MILFS Pt 6

Series: The 100 Girlfriends Who Really Love You

Characters: Rentarou, Kurumi

Contains: Female weight gain

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Rentarou was in a full sprint. Catastrophe had struck, and Shizuka was down to her last bulk sale box of muffins. If Rentarou didn’t pick up another eight boxes, then she would run out by dinner. He had already called the supermarket. All he had to do was pick them up!

The automatic doors opened before Rentarou neared them, but the passage still looked blocked. Rentarou couldn’t slow down in time and ran into a soft wall. He felt his body sink in before it was violently thrown back.

“Ow…jeez, did I run into someone carrying a mattress?” Rentarou murmured and looked up. His eyes followed a large, smooth curve that lead to smaller bumps, and then a face emerald eyes and-

ZING!

The startling bolt ran through Rentarou and what he now recognized as a giant woman, his seventh soulmate. He felt his cheeks warm, and he was about to speak until.

“Tch!” The woman sucked her teeth. “Watch where you’re going, shrimp!” Her expression grew harder and her stomach rumbled loudly. “Dammit, now I need to go and buy shrimp. Grilled, fried, cajun boil.” She grumbled.

This woman continued to ramble about shrimp for some reason. Meanwhile, Rentarou looked over her massive frame. She was taller than Shizuka, but shorter than Hakari and Karane. Rentarou had to guess this put her around 6 feet. Despite that, she was wider than all of them. From one hip to the other, she was ten feet wide.

She wore a hoodie that had enough fabric to cover a mattress or act as a tent for Rentarou. Fabric stretched over a tremendous mass of belly fat. This blubber stretched from hip to hip, sagging down to her knees and rising up to a surprisingly petite chest. The entire mass protruded further in front of the woman than her arms could reach. 

Speaking of arms, this woman had arms like giant pillows. They sagged and squished against her sides. A closer look revealed stuffed grocery bags tucked beneath them. It made sense, she had just stepped out of a grocery store. 

Rentarou wondered how she fit through the doors. They were wide, but her hips were visibly wedged in them. Hip fat bulged around the side of the door, and there had to be plenty of fat still inside the store. Based on the small skirt this woman wore, Rentarou assumed a lot of that fat was exposed skin. He tired not to stare, but it was impossible. His eyes poured over the folds that formed where hips ended and blubbery thighs began. Smooth skin, meaty folds, and enough width to almost fill the entryway. 

That was when Rentarou realized he recognized this woman. “You’re that mukbang streamer, Han-“ 

The woman stepped forward quickly. Rentarou couldn’t dodge in time, so his face was slammed against belly fat. He wasn’t knocked over, though. The woman pushed him back before she stopped. She reached over her chest and grabbed Rentarou by his collar and hauled him closer. Her lack of chest meant he rested perfectly atop her belly, face-to-face with her.

“Don’t just dox me like that!” She hissed and looked around. “Are you a fan or something? Stalking is illegal y’know!”

Rentarou shook his head rapidly. “Nope nope nope! I just happened to run into you, then realized who you were! I watch your videos all the time so I can find proper feeding methods for my girlfriends!” 

The woman blinked. 

“What the hell kinda defense is that? No, wait, why are you watching videos of me eat so you can learn to feed others?!” She asked, flabby arms waving in frustration.

“Oh, that’s because all of my girlfriends are large women. I have one girlfriend smaller than you, but the rest are all taller! All but two are taller AND wider than you! So, I have to be a good boyfriend and feeder for them!” Rentarou stated this as if it were normal. 

The woman did not see it as that.

However, her heart throbbed. It was a strange feeling that battled the constant growls of her stomach. She gritted her teeth and looked away. ‘Why’s my heart going crazy for this guy? If I didn’t know better I’d think I was having a heart attack…’ 

“Fine, I guess I have no choice but to take you home and teach you how to feed a woman!” The woman took a few steps with Rentarou trapped under her arm. “B-by the way…my name is Kurumi. Don’t go shouting that around, though! A woman in her 20s can’t get caught lugging around a high school boy.”

“Then why are you lugging me around now?!” Rentarou exclaimed but rolled with it. He could tell Kurumi was rather abrasive, so he needed to warm her up to him! Plus, learning to feed his girlfriends properly was too valuable to pass up!

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Kurumi looked around before she opened her apartment door. “No neighbors, no bystanders. Good.” She stepped inside and slammed the door shut. The lock closed with a satisfying thunk. 

Now safely within her hime, Kurumi grabbed two handfuls of her hoodie. She pulled up, waved the fabric, and wiggled her hips. Rentarou rolled out of the garment a second later. “Sorry about stuffing you in there. I panicked when I saw the cops.” She couldn’t see the young man over the curve of her belly, but she could tell he was near her feet. “Plus, it would be hard to carry you and my groceries.”

Rentarou had to crawl a little to get out from under Kurumi’s belly. It loomed over her like a precariously placed boulder. However, Kurumi bumped him with her belly as soon as he stood. “It’s no trouble. I’ve been stuffed inside my girlfriends’ clothes before!” He was shoved harder this time.

“It’s rude to talk about other girls when you’re with me. Come on, keep moving.” Kurumi continued to shuffle forward. She bumped Rentarou intentionally, hoping to reduce the flustered feeling she felt. ‘Seriously, why am I so into this shrimp? Ugh, I really want shrimp!’

Kurumi guided Rentarou to a repurposed living room. There was a table in the center with cameras angled toward it. That table was already covered end to end with food. 

“This is where you film?” Rentarou asked despite it being obvious. 

“Yeah, just sit down somewhere. I’m putting my groceries away.” Kurumi swung herself sideways. The side of her belly bumped into Rentarou, fat morphing around him before the force caused him to stumble away. Kurumi blushed and turned away quickly. ‘It’s too fun to do that…’ She thought and waddled into her kitchen.

Rentarou watched Kurumi waddle away, unintentionally taking in the details of her curvaceous rear. It was just as wide as the rest of her, and stretched out behind her. The cheeks were broad and boxy, sagging subtly with their weight. Her skirt hardly covered half of them, but Rentarou wouldn’t allow himself to stare. 

Rentarou returned to the table and sat on the floor. There were no chairs, which wasn’t too uncommon in Japan. Kurumi was tall enough, and her butt was thick enough that she could be at the perfect height. A lot of her videos had her belly gradually creep across the tabletop as she finished more food. 

“I can’t believe she’s going to teach me how to feed someone. I didn’t think I needed to know that, but anything can be helpful!” Rentarou clenched one fist and place his other hand on his heart. It pattered rapidly, adrenaline coursing through his veins. ‘I can also convince Kurumi that I can be a proper boyfriend and feeder for her.’

Kurumi returned and waddled beside Rentarou. She dropped to the floor with enough force to shake the room. “Alright, show me what you’ve got.” 

Rentarou sprang into action through instinct. He was a trained girlfriend-loving machine, after all. He started with the tried and true karaage. Using chopsticks, he grabbed one of the plump pieces of fried chicken. He had to lean against Kurumi’s side to reach her mouth.

Kurumi accepted the chicken in one bite. “So tasty!” Her emerald eyes shone with delight as she chewed. “The crispy coating that you feel crunch with each bite, the tender and juicy chicken that explodes in your mouth, and you can still taste all the marinades!” This mood was a total 180 from the prickly attitude she had shown before.

However, it was short lived.

“You aren’t afraid to get close, but you’re wasting so much time!” Kurumi barked and flicked the chopsticks from Rentarou’s hands. “Just grab a few pieces in your hand, then feed them to me one after another. People eat karaage with their hands all the time!”

“Right!” Rentarou grabbed as many pieces of chicken in his hand as she could. Then, he leaned back against Kurumi’s side. He reached over and fed her the first piece, then rolled the next to his fingers. 

Kurumi took each bite, savored it, then waited for the next. The pace followed those strict beats. Bite, “Tasty!”, bite, “So good!”, bite, etc. It continued until Rentarou had fed Kurumi the entire plate of karaage.

“You learn quick. Next, get those soba noodles.” Kurumi pouted to a bowl piled high with noodles. “They’re custom cut. The bowl is pretty much five super long noodles. Since you’re so keen on using utensils, I’ll teach you the right way.” 

Rentarou nodded and grabbed the bowl in one hand. He was about to lean into Kurumi again, but she stopped him. “Is something wrong?”

“Your stance. Come on, you said you want to feed your girlfriends? Get closer! Act like you like me!” Kurumi grabbed one of Rentarou’s legs and slid it against her belly. The lower part of his legs slipped between Kurumi’s thighs. 

Rentarou could feel the instant boost to stability. He braced his other knee on Kurumi’s hips, tucked nearly under her love handle. This not only allowed him closer, but he could squeeze Kurumi’s belly between his legs for better balance.

Rentarou didn’t pick up on how this position was risqué or intimate. He was in full training mode!

Kurumi was not in the dedicated state. She blushed and failed to meet Rentarou’s gaze. “Yeah, now you’re getting it. If your girlfriend are fatter than me, then you’ll need to get close to feed em…” Kurumi slowly turned to face Rentarou. Her heart pattered faster as she snaked one arm around Rentarou’s waist. 

Kurumi had never had a boyfriend together. She was more focused on sating her constant hunger. An abrasive attitude whenever she was hungry kept close friends away, too. Suffice to say she was embarrassed. ‘This is pretty sad. Getting all excited with a younger guy in my lap.’ 

“Kurumi?” Rentarou asked.

“Guh! Y-yeah, here’s what you do.” Kurumi took the chopsticks from Rentarou. She picked up the noodles, twirled them around the chopsticks, and continued to life and lower them. “Do a movement like that. I’ll keep sucking the noodles down, but this keeps them from breaking. Got it?”

“Got it!” Rentarou took the bowl and chopsticks. He did as Kurumi instructed and held the noodles in front of his prospective girlfriend’s mouth. 

Kurumi accepted the end of the noodles and began to swallow them. Again, her eyes shone brightly. The five noddles each slid across her tongue, maximizing contact and flavor detection. The continuous stretch of noodles also satisfied her stomach. 

The woman’s massive belly grumbled in satisfaction. It also started to feel firmer. Rentarou could feel the softness give way to a more resistant texture. It also rounded out quickly. It sagged less, becoming more compact like a perfect sphere. 

The noodles eventually went, and Rentarou was instructed further in the art of feeding. Takoyaki were skewered across the length of chopsticks like kebabs and slid into Kurumi’s mouth, grill squid had their tentacles tied together so they’d be eaten in a long chain, and rice balls were stuffed with enough filling that they were as large as basketballs. 

Kurumi was able to eat everything without pause. The only sign of fullness was the firm texture of her belly. However, she didn’t show any sign of stopping. The meal continued. Kurumi’s stomach swelled further with each cleared dish. Her hoodie was drawn taut across the dome of her gut before it suddenly slipped up. Smooth, flawless skin was exposed. 

Rentarou could feel the direct warmth of Kurumi’s belly fat against his flat torso. He could better feel how firm Kurumi’s stomach had become, too. It wasn’t rock solid, but it was vastly different from the earlier softness. ‘It’s almost like an extra firm mattress. Some give but not much.’

Kurumi altered her positon. No longer crosslegged, she spread the thick limbs apart. Her belly took all the space between them. It also visibly stretched further, passing her knees and nearing her feet. This was only the forward march. Kurumi’s stomach rose higher and spread wider. It pressed against the table, against her thighs, and against Rentarou. It expanded at a rate Rentarou hadn’t seen with any of his girlfriends before.

Except for Kusuri and some of her drug-related shenanigans.

“Good job.” Kurumi said once the meal was finished. The arm around Rentarou gradually lowered as she leaned back. Kurumi took slow, deep breaths. Her stomach was stuffed and rock solid by this point. “Bet you girl-UUUURRRRRRPP-friends are gonna be happy.”

Rentarou remained by Kurumi’s side. “Yes, thank you very much for teaching me!” He gulped nervously and placed a hand on Kurumi’s belly. “You are wise in your gluttonous ways, but at the same time you savor everything! You treat every bite like it’s the best in the world!” 

Kurumi suddenly felt flustered again. She struggled to lift one arm to her hoodie, so she could pull the hood over. “Why are you saying stuff like that, shrimp?!” Kurumi’s stomach suddenly roared. “I forgot…every time I call you shrimp, I start craving it…”

“Sorry!” Rentarou leaped to his feet. “I’ll make it up to you! I’ll go get fresh shrimp, the freshest shrimp! I’ll pull them from the ocean myself if I have to!” 

Rentarou turned to sprint to the ocean, but he was caught by his shirt collar. Kurumi pulled Rentarou atop her belly. She squeezed him in both arms and didn’t let go. 

“There’s no need. I have a shrimp right here.” Kurumi peaked at Rentarou from beneath her hood. She leaned forward and kissed him. The craving for shrimp and the rumbles of her stomach faded away. The rapid beat of a heart stuffed with love overshadowed it all. 

Rentarou reciprocated. One hand caressed Kurumi’s cheek, the other rubbed her belly. They slowly broke the kiss and stared at each other. “So, does this mean you want to-“

“Yeah, you mentioned you have other girlfriends. I don’t know how the youths are doing things, but I guess I’m in.” Kurumi huffed and tried to keep composed.

“Oh, you’re actually the youngest girl I’ve dated.” Rentarou stated this as if it were normal. 

Again, Kurumi did not see it as that.

“The hell am I getting myself into…” Kurumi sighed before she pulled Rentarou in for another kiss.

TO BE CONTINUED