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By Kazan Kazani
Chapter Four:
From Ookikunai to Ookii - Part Three
(Non-Literal Translation: From Small to Big)
Completely knocked out from last night - or whatever happened last night
- Ayeka opened her eyes a little, and cringed at the brightness of the
sun coming in from the window. Getting up from the couch, she didn't notice
the small mess around her and absentmindedly went over to the kitchen
and to get some breakfast. Amazingly, there was hardly anything in the
fridge, except for some imported American cheese and a bottle of saki.
Not really caring right now, she cringed at her hangover, took out the
saki and drank a bit from it. It tasted weird, though; she observed some
kind of substance was mixed with it, but it only tasted like chocolate
now.
She didn't care right now, and chugged down a little more. Such a huge
headache...I feel as if I taken on the Juarain Defense Force all by myself.
She yawned and felt her head. Walking back to the living room she plopped
down on the couch, falling fast asleep.
"Try our new medicine today to rid yourself of that."
Ayeka opened her eyes, one by one, to a commercial on TV she must've
left on. This is becoming quite common with me, Ayeka thought, referring
to her continuing sleeping and waking up, not knowing what had happened.
Walking upstairs, she decided to go ahead and take a nice shower in the
onsen. Before she went though, she needed to check up on herself with
the scale. Down the hall and into the bathroom, Ayeka kneeled down, breathing
moderately heavy, and felt where she usually hid her scale. Odd, It's
not there. Getting back up, Ayeka failed to notice herself in the mirror
and decided to not take a bath just yet. I feel like shopping; maybe I
should do that...
Twenty minutes later, she got off the bus and headed for the Department
Store. She was getting tired of wearing her kimono and the same old thing
around the house and outside, so she decided to get something new. After
all, thanks to Washu's serum, she'd have a broader choice now. As she
walked in, a receptionist came up to here, and was a little shocked at
what she saw.
"Hello, um, Miss, may I help you with anything...?" She looked
at Ayeka, who happily replied. "Yes, I'm looking for some summer
clothes; as you can see, mine are quite outdated." She laughed a
little, with the receptionist nodding, but not agreeing on the same thing.
"Well, yes it appears you do need some new clothes, just wait right
there while I get you some of our specials today."
"Thank you so much." Ayeka went into the back of the department
store and waited outside the dressing room for the lady to come back.
Three minutes later, the lady came back with three outfits; they seemed
a little big to Ayeka but it was mainly since they weren't folded and
were in a pile. "Excuse the mess we have, we're remodeling and some
idiot decided to take these off the racks. When you buy any of the, we'll
iron and clean them up for you." Ayeka smiled.
"Again, thank you ma'am." She bowed, with the lady looking
at her.
"Don't mention it!" She walked away. While Ayeka went into
the dressing room. hanging up her clothes, she picked one of the outfits,
which was a kimono of a far more recent design (not to mention more Earth
influenced too) and a different color: maroon. Taking off her own clothing,
she breathed in some air, and turned around slowly. Freezing immediately,
Ayeka gasped. "What.."
She walked up to the mirror and blinked a few times, and also pinched
herself to make sure she wasn't in a dream. "No..this..mustn't be
real." Looking into a mirror once again, she saw the results of that
blurry night she had with Kazan (which she barely even could remember).
It was worse than before! Her thinner body had become way bigger.
She looked at her face and saw a moderately deep second chin; her cheeks
were puffed up a little more, with some sweat coming down the side of
them. As she went down the mirror, she noticed her collarbones longer
showed, and she pinched where they were: at least a half-inch of fat.
Her eyes grew when she saw her bra, which was straining worse than before;
her bra seemed skintight, and it was sagging a little more She was probably
up three bra sizes. She struggled at the bra strap which cut into her
very fleshy back.
Looking at her midsection, the big belly roll came back and was now
accompanied by two more forming ones right above it, when Ayeka was standing,
too! She sobbed, with a tear coming down her puffy face, when she looked
at her panties, which were also skintight, and she could only see what
little of the sides she saw, with the larger belly roll suffocating the
front of her underwear. She poked her belly roll, and her entire stomach
in a wave jiggled along with contact, and took about 10 seconds to stop.
Her hips were very wide; they were about one inch away from extending
past the mirror.
She felt and caressed her hips, in which the bone was long before gone;
it was hidden underneath nothing but blubber. Her inner thighs now touched.
She turned around, slowly as before, and she looked at her butt. Its bust
was more than her chest bust was, at least by two inches! Nothing but
cellulite, she poked again and again at her ass. It moved accordingly,
over and over. Her estimate was she weighed at least 165; it was simply
amazing to her.
She was confused at how she gained so much. Her chest was very huge
now - the only plus that came from this weight. She bent down a little
to put her clothes back on, when she heard a ripping sound. Blushing,
she felt her panties not becoming so tight anymore. Standing up and turning
her abdomen as much as it could go, which wasn't very much, she managed
to see blubber poking out of the moderate hole. She observed her sides,
which were now gifted with very definite love handles, and her back had
formed a roll and a developing second one when she tried to reach behind
her back to undo the strap to her bra. Her arms had added an inch more
of fat; it wobbled uncontrollably when she moved them. Along with her
even more milky complexion, to match a very plump figure, Ayeka was a
sight to see.
There is no way.... She couldn't say anything else except that it couldn't
have happened again, this wasn't her, she couldn't think of anything either,
except that she had to get out of here, ASAP. Putting her original clothes,
she ran out, with some tears streaming down her face. She did not wait
for the bus and decided to run home instead.
Getting home, Ayeka, threw the door closed, going straight for the kitchen,
but not at top speed. She was so tired and winded from the run/walk back
home. It was late at night and she was ravenously hungry. Forget it! If
I'll keep on looking like this, there's no use into trying to prevent
it at all! Normally, this would be irrational, out-of-the question thoughts
for Ayeka, but she didn't care anymore. She could go back to Jurai, since
Tenchi would no longer like her anymore, and have one of father's suitors
- that is, if they would still like her. She nearly burst out crying,
and opened the fridge, pulling out the American cheese and the chips from
the covert, which were almost gone now.
After about an hour of eating the cheese and chips, she belched loudly,
with her stomach pushing the limits of her kimono, which she changed out
of a little earlier before sitting down to the TV. She got up and wanted
nothing but to salve her hunger, since it seemed that was the only thing
she could do right: eat. Remembering the bar Ayeka got some sandals on
and grabbed some yen on her way out to the desolate bar in the cold night.
"Bartender!" Ayeka commanded, the old Irish man looking over
to the door. "Give me your finest!" She slammed some yen on
the bar table, taking a seat in a stool. There was barely anyone there,
except for the same group of men playing cards, too busy to notice anything
else going on in the world.
"Miss has an appetite for drinking tonight eh? Would ya like any
of our specials? It's an Italian import from the continent I grew up near."
Ayeka looked at him and nodded. "If it's not too much trouble,
yes." She looked down at her stomach, which formed a deep belly roll,
in which her clothing did exact same with it since it was just too tight.
"Fettuccini Alfredo it is! Hey, McCladen!" He yelled over to
the kitchen, with the chef in the back waving, confirming he had gotten
the order. Soon, Ayeka's meal would begin...
Keep on reading: Chapter
5
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