Fat Cheerleader's Gotta Eat!

What a day to forget your phone. It was a Friday afternoon and as the top member of the Going Home Club, you felt disappointed in yourself that you would miss precious time doing nothing important back at your room just because you forgot your smartphone inside your school desk. Still, while annoying, you were glad you realized you didn't have it in your pocket before school closed. Making your way back to school meant you had to take the train again, but at least you wouldn't be meeting anyone other than whoever were still doing their club activities.

The volleyball and football team should be practicing, maybe the judo club too. Was there any other club you were forgetting about? It shouldn't matter, anyway. If the Manga or the AV clubs had meetings on Friday, what did it matter? Useless information for a reclusive student like you. All you had to do was retrieve your phone, return home and start working really hard at doing nothing productive for the weekend.

You even had the faint start of a dumb smile when you slid the door open and entered the deserted classroom. Your lazy Friday had been delayed for a while, but you were already just a few steps from resuming your operations.

"Nnnmnch... munnff... sho... sho good-nnnm...~ ~"

However, you quickly found out the classroom wasn't exactly devoid of life as you expected. Startled, you managed to slide the door behind you before a frantic, shaking question left your mouth.

"M-Matsuri...-san?"

"Unnff-!? Guu-uuulp!"

Of course, Friday meant the Cheerleading Team had practice, something that shouldn't have slipped past your mind considering you had a bit of a soft spot for the girls there— but that didn't explain why Matsuri, once a rising star in their ranks, was skipping practice.

Nor did it explain why she was shoving fried chicken down her mouth like she was possessed.

"Puwaaah...~ Ah, it's just you~" Matsuri broke the start of what would have been a very awkward silence once she gulped a portion of karaage down and sighed in relief. "For a second I thought some of the cheerleading senpai had found me, that would have been—hic!— sooo lame...~"

"..." You didn't know what else to say, so you just stood still, trying not to look directly at Matsuri but finding it was impossible not to do so.

For starters, your desk was located close to where Matsuri was sitting. But your thoughts about retrieving your smartphone were hastily leaving your mind. Because, even if Matsuri was inside the classroom, skipping cheerleading practice, she was still clad in her full cheer outfit.

An outfit that desperately needed to be upsized and didn't seem to enjoy the fried food feast you had just interrupted, as it caused Matsuri's prodigious belly to poke out even further than what appeared to be the usual. Matsuri was the cheerleading squad's rising star in more ways than one, you pondered mentally, with the way her round stomach seemed to catch all of your attention. You didn't have food in your mouth yet you gulped hard at that sight, trying to look Matsuri in the eyes.

"Ehehe...~ And people were sayin' I am losing it... totally robbed your breath just now, didn't I?" Instead of being embarrassed of being caught gorging on food, Maturi smiled back at you, and your eyes drifted from her face and moved downwards once you saw one of her hands grabbing a good handful of tummy pudge, and then shaking it. "I think this belly is turning out to be Matsuri's charm point!" Even after she stopped groping it, Matsuri's belly jiggled freely, and you could perfectly hear the sound it made as it slapped against the top of her thighs, her tight skirt already struggling to contain all of that extra bulk.

You looked to Matsuri's chopstick-wielding hand and then to bento she had been decimating before your arrival, and your mind was sent into further disarray.

There's almost nothing left inside that bento and still... her belly keeps wobbling...!

"Oi, are you going to stare at it all day or explain why you interrupted my special private training~?" Matsuri fake pouted, turning her attention from you back to her food. Any sign of annoyance, real or faux, melted away as more karaage went past her lips, a faint coat of grease all that remained of the meal as Matsuri swallowed another hearty piece of chicken.

"I forgot my phone and... w-well, I figured Matsuri-san would be... p-practicing and..."

"LOL, do I look like I've been practicing lately?" Once again, one of her hands slid down to her seemingly not-stuffed stomach, which she just patted playfully.

Come to think of it, since you had some interest in the cheerleading team and their... skills, you now realized Matsuri had been absent from all of their meetings as of late. And pondering even harder, you hadn't been seeing her during P.E., either...

"Did you... i-injure yourself or...?" It seemed like a… not so terrible explanation. Bad hospital food could have caused the rookie cheerleading star to get a real craving for trashy food and–

"Nah, just been really lazy as of late, haha~" More happy, greedy fried chicken bites followed before she resumed talking. "Or maybe the other members just try waaaay too hard, you know? Like, why be all tired and sweaty when I can be happy and stuffed and sweaty instead, right~?"

"Right... I mean, w-what...!?"

"Pffff~! Wow, you really suck at talking even outside of classes! I mean, eating a lot counts as hard work too! Four months ago, I could only eat one karaage bento, and now look at me~ One during lunch break, and another one after school is over... and I'm nowhere near my full capacity!"

"That's..." You could feel your face burning up from the words Matsuri just said, but you didn't want to keep stuttering the entire afternoon. "That's cool... I guess…?"

"Thanks for the... mnnph... compliment...~" She said between bites, once again her attention split between mocking you and gorging away. "A cheerleader needs... oonnch... someone who... mmmnn... cheers for her too, after all...~"

You had a feeling that even if you had used harsher words, Matsuri wouldn't have minded your opinion. With fried food so close to her mouth at all times, it was clear your presence in the classroom during her "special private training" bothered her very little, if at all. You had a hunch you could’ve just walked past her, grabbed your phone and left the room without any resistance from her. And yet... your body failed to move a single inch toward that goal. While you did step closer to your desk, nearly stumbling against your own feet from the pile nerves you had been reduced to, you did so only to watch Matsuri more closely.

After all, the show she was putting on was a lot more interesting than the usual cheerleading team performance, as hard as that was to believe.

The four months Matsuri mentioned just now came back to you as you watched her chubby body overflow past her cheerleading uniform, her entire body adorned with more meat than before. Her figure may have changed quite drastically, but it was clear that her outfit had remained the same size it was when she had first joined the squad. How could you have failed to notice all of those changes? To have missed the way her pantyhose had tears all over her now thickened thighs, which were brushing against each other? Did Matsuri's school uniform masked her pliant love handles, spilling from the top of her skirt, that well? Even her chest looked bigger on that tight cheerleader top, fuller, flabbier, even if it couldn't compete at all with her doughy, cascading gut.

And yet, Matsuri didn't seem to care...? No. It clearly wasn't just that. She didn't seem to care that much, while the other side of her seemed to marvel at the way you had been hypnotized by her fatter, sloppier figure. Matsuri's eyes had opened up completely after she half-closed them from another substantial, pleasing round of junk food. And she had caught you staring. Her brown hair, tied in a side ponytail, only highlighted how fuller her face had become, and when she smiled briefly and smugly at you, you couldn’t miss that faint but persistent double chin. Not paying attention in classes was one thing, but how could you have missed all of those changes? The cheerleading fanclub would have asked for you to hand your membership card back without any mercy if they knew just how out of the loop you were!

"Oooph...~" She exhaled, and you noticed how her frame jiggled very slightly just from doing that. "Thought you had a phone to get or something..."

"Huh...? Oh, y-yeah, let me just... grab it real quick and—"

"No, no... mnff... no!" Matsuri blocked your path, a bit lethargically but still preventing you from a quick getaway. "You barged in at the perfect time, actually!"

"E-Excuse me...?"

"You see, turns out two rounds of karaage aren't enough for me anymore~ Not with me skipping practice and stuffing my face all the time, haha~! So! Pay up~! I bet you have something yummy in that bag of yours!"

"...mayhaps but—"

"Then it's all settled! If you want your phone, you hafta feed Matsuri first! That's today's toll! A cheap price from how you've been ogling at me like that! You're lucky I won't call the teachers on you!"

"I—"

Your face must have turned really pale, because Matsuri soon burst out laughing, and if the exhale from before had sent tiny ripples past her meaty body, a whole wave of jiggling flesh had crested and crashed all over her frame as she chuckled.

"Just joking! The teachers hate all the mess I make when I'm snacking in class, what would they say if they find out I've been pigging out even worse after the lessons~! But the part about me wanting more food is true! Gimme!!" She approached you with such determination that you had no choice but to oblige. It was hard not to, with that bare gut brushing your figure despite Matsuri still being inches away. With the added poundage, Matsuri had turned the already quite revealing cheerleading outfit of your school into something that was borderline indecent.

To try and take your mind and eyes off of that sea of pale flab, you opened up your bag. Other than a few school books, there were only...

"Hmmm... just bread? A bit disappointing, but, okay, at least the quantity will suffice... I think..."

"Matsuri-san... that's a week worth of bread..."

"WRONG! That's a day and a half worth of bread for a girl like me~!"

Day and a half? You wanted to seriously doubt that, but that warm, pudgy, slightly sweaty gut of hers was nudging right at you and leaving no doubt about Matsuri's bigger than average appetite.

"So... which one do you want to... s-start with...?"

"Surprise me~" Matsuri said, sitting on top of your desk, causing it to creak in protest. You watched her belly start to fold over itself, side rolls jumping, multiplying into view, her thighs spreading even further, and the memory of the slender, athletic Matsuri that started the year started to fade little by little from your mind. "Oi, don't blank out again! I'm starviiiing~ ~" She whined over-dramatically, but the angry growl of hunger coming from stomach was too real. "Aaaaahh...~" And so was the way her lips spread, tongue desperate to wrap itself around your stash of bread. You were so nervous that you just picked the bread most on top inside your bag, hoping it wouldn't be too stale, even if a part of you wondered if this bigger, hungrier Matsuri would even mind that.

Your bread of choice entered her mouth, silencing those over the top but enticing sounds Matsuri was making.

"Hhnnph...~" She bit the bread with gusto, tearing the round snack in half with just one bite. "Mnnff... mayo... nnch... not a bad way to... slu-uhurp... start~" Licking the filling she seemed to have purposely left staining the corners of her mouth during that first bite, Matsuri used her sparkling eyes to signal you to continue, and if you were still feeling quite nervous, your body seemed to obey her orders very naturally. "Mmmnn...~ ~" You never thought very highly of the bread you bought, but Matsuri sure made it sound like she was having a five-star meal. Soon, with just another big bite, she had conquered the first item from the bag. With how excited she was, you reached out for the next bread as quickly as you could, or you feared the tip of your fingers might end up as Matsuri's upcoming snack instead.

You didn't even say anything before approaching her mouth, nor was it needed. Matsuri dug into the second bread with great enthusiasm.

"Yakishobnn...~" Her single word came out muffled, mid bite, your hand keeping the sizable bread into her mouth. It was on purpose, but Matsuri seemed to like the lack of a pause between each mouthful. The yakisoba bread was consumed at an even faster pace than the previous piece thanks to it never leaving her mouth. "Guuaah...~" She came up for air, with a look of true delight on her face for devouring an entire portion-sized bread in technically one single bite. Delight… and pride.

"W-Wow..." Your admiration was sincere. "That was..."

"Yeah yeah, save the compliments for later, fat girl's gotta eat~!" She leaned over, and the tantalizing amount of cleavage she was flashing thanks to her undersized top had to compete with the way her belly evolved from brushing you to pressing against you, warm and soft and begging for more food. You weren't doing it for the sake of retrieving your smartphone anymore. In fact, that had left your mind already. At that moment, you just wanted to watch all the bread you had inside your school bag disappear inside Matsuri's mouth, wondering how bigger her belly would look like—

FOCUS, FOCUS, FOCUS!

Confusing feelings would have to wait. Third bread had minced chicken filling and Matsuri's reaction was way beyond ecstatic.

"OHMYGAW~~ ~" She squeaked after the first bite, a hand touching her chubby cheek as if it was going to melt off from how delicious it tasted. "That's the… mnnf… best one yet!"

"You really like chicken, then...? With all that karaage from before..."

"Yeah, it's pretty good! Can't compete with a burger, or my favorite ten flavors of pizza, but it's up there somewhere~!"

"N-Noted..." You ushered, smiling a bit. However, said smile faded from your lips once you saw the last two food items in your bag. Not only they weren't very exciting flavors in your opinion, but suddenly you wished you could keep feeding Matsuri for longer. You brought the last half of the chicken-filled bread to her mouth and almost savored those next bites together with her. "Well... only two left..."

"Ahhh... already...?" Matsuri whined, even if she seemed kind of full for once. She looked a bit more tired than before, and the amount of perspiration coating her body seemed to have kicked up a notch. You couldn’t seem to avoid looking at how some droplets of sweat seemed to find their end inside her cavernous navel. "I could eat... a lot more..."

"Are you sure...? Cause..."

"Huh...? Oh... yeah... just give me a sec..." You figured Matsuri needed some time to catch her breath after that one-two-three punch of bread, but she only proceeded to yank the zipper on her skirt down. "Ooof...! A bit better— no, still not it... ah!" You were already blushing quite hard from that bold movement, but then her hands moved onwards to rest on the top of her fluffy belly, pawing at it with increased interest, almost as if… she was searching for something there. Could it be that she was fishing for any bread crumbs she could get?

"Is something wron—"

"nnnnbwoOOOOOooUUAAAaarp-!!" A blast of stale trapped air hit you in the face before you could finish your question, promptly giving you a bad-smelling answer. "Puu-uaaph... there, now I'm ready for more~!"

"Ugh..." You fought against the miasma of not only a small assortment of bread flavors, but of oily fried chicken as well, not able to mask your disgust at all.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Luckily, it seemed like even Matsuri was upset about her own lack of manners. "Or should I say..." But then her smile returned, wider and even more smug than her earlier teasing, and she took a deep breath before... "Ex-cuUuUuUuUUrp— me for thAAAwuAAOOrph...~ p-pheew...~" Her apologies came in the form of two more airy belches that she made sure to blast even closer to your face than her first one. "Ah, please, don't make such a face! If you want to stop me from freeing up space, you should plug my mouth with more food then~ ~"

That seemed like the best course of action. While you held your breath for a little longer, waiting for the smell to subside, you reached for the fourth bread, a simple melon pan. Maybe something sweeter could prevent the next gas leak from smelling so bad, or so you hoped. Nevertheless, Matsuri looked quite pleased with what you deemed a bland and non-exciting selection.

"Can't go wrong with melon pan~ Back when I started... putting my big appetite to the test… I used to lay in bed with a bag filled to the brim with them and just... eat and eat and eat until I passed out...~~ Thanks for reminding me of that, I need to do something like that again sometime...~"

"You're welcome...?" And then you shut that bubbling mouth with food, just as ordered, to prevent any more Matsuri trivia from damaging your brain for the next minute or two.

Or seconds — Matsuri wasn't kidding about opening up space. Her quick eating pace returned once again, and she practically demolished the bread before you could close your eyes twice. This time, your digits weren't left unscathed, with playful yet sharp nibbles scrapping the tip of your fingertips for every last crumb. Her table manners were clearly not the best but this time... it was a lot cuter.

"R-Ready for the last one...?"

"Why do you sound just as disappointed as me that we're at the last one...~?" Matsuri winked, and you looked sideways to avoid even more teasing. It didn't work. "Maybe I should have you fetching me snacks between classes from now on..."

You didn't want to think of how much you liked that idea, so you grabbed the remaining bread, a simple shokupan, and hoped that having Matsuri munch on that would prevent her from reading too deeply into your crimson, flustered expression.

"Shokupan for last... Well, thanks for the food, regardless..." Sensing your odd time together would soon fade away once those last calories were consumed, Matsuri let her tongue out again, her once performative "Aaaaaah...~" now packing what you took as genuine emotion.

"Here it goes..."

Surely you hadn't put much of a resistance during your task of feeding the school's fattest — (ex?) — cheerleader, but now you truly wished it could have lasted longer. The sensation of joining forces with Matsuri and indulging her impressive appetite had been a way better way of spending your Friday afternoon. You strongly doubted the upcoming weekend could compete, or the rest of the year for that matter.

"Nnom... nmnch… guullp~" Matsuri closed her eyes as she started polishing the last bread you held to her with smaller, well-paced bites. This time you could swear she was actually tasting the bread's flavor and not gobbling everything up like some sort of greedy animal. With every bite, the end was closer. And so were you. It was like Matsuri was drawing you in, her gut invading your personal space more than before, her thick legs warm against your clothes as you were almost sinking into her plush frame—

"...puuuaah..." And then you took a step back once she finished munching the last bit of food. "That's... huaah... a good snack, I guess..."

"R-Right... maybe you won't feel hungry for the next... fifteen minutes..." You attempted to continue her playful statement, doing your best to hide any hint of disappointment in your features with the way you pilfered her brand of teasing.

"...I wished I had packed on an extra bento for today..." Matsuri attempted to get off from her seated position on top of the desk, and it took her two tries to do so. Her movements seemed even more sluggish than before, and it was impossible not to notice how her belly finally looked a bit full from once. You had a feeling — no, you were absolutely positive: Matsuri's gut looked firmer, less wobbly than before. Even rounder. Even bigger. "...I could still... uuurrp-h... eat, you know..." She tried to play off like it was nothing like before, but it sounded a lot hollower.

Still, she gave you the opportunity and then you took it. You retrieved your smartphone from your desk and walked away, but stopped and turned around when you reached the classroom's door.

As you did, you wondered if, had you waited five seconds more, it would have been Matsuri the one to break the ice before you did.

"Y-You know..." You started, stuttering but determined. "...the school’s cafeteria is closed already, but the vending machines are still working..." Once you saw Matsuri's face lighting up, you felt a new surge of confidence welling inside of you. "How about some soda to wash all of that down? A cheerleader needs to… cool off after practice..."

"It's 'special private training', actually, don't get it wrong!" She smiled back. "And not so private anymore, but still... I could totally go for a soda… or two...~"

You left the room so quickly in search of the nearest vending machine that one could have mistaken you for a member of the track team instead of the Going Home club. Still, as you reached the machine, you also took time to clear your head. Your heart was racing not just from that brief run. Matsuri had eaten an entire bento of fried chicken, all of the bread you had in your bag, not to mention what she had for lunch and her talk of snacking between classes.

Did she really need a soda or two swirling inside that ballooning gut of hers? You knew she didn't, but that didn't stop you from returning to the classroom with three cans of the fizzy drink in tow.

"Sorry for the wait. The machine ate the change."

"Aww, what a greedy little thing... don't worry, such lack of manners is not something you will get from this prim and proper cheerleader~" She said with a little twirl and a bow. If Matsuri was as nervous as you, she didn't show. Other than zipping her skirt back up while you were gone — or as much as she could, with the added swelling of her gut getting in the way —, she looked the same as before.

The same severely out of shape cheerleader you had found binge eating after class, and that you were now actively helping to get even more bloated. The time to get cold feet was over once Matsuri lumbered towards you.

"What did you get for little ol’ me...~?" Her hands were around her waist, digging into the massive muffin top caused by her tight clothing.

"Cola, lemon and orange..."

"You know what? It's all going to taste the same after I chug the first one, who cares about flavor~~"

"So... are you ready...?"

"Mmmhm~ I just hope I don't pass out or something..."

"Didn't you say something about being nowhere near your full capacity before...?"

"Oh...!" Matsuri seemed surprised you remembered that. "You're right! The Matsuri who passes out from overeating is long gone! Bring it on!" She sat down again, this time on a chair, spreading her tubby legs to better accommodate her sagging belly. With her stomach only going to get even bigger very soon, any space she could have was welcomed. Once she was all ready, she just uttered another "gimme~". You expected that with soda, she wouldn't need your help to consume them, but it was clear Matsuri had enjoyed your help from back then. Her free hands once again were glued to her belly, patting it twice for what you assumed was good luck and then slowly rubbing it as you poured the drink past her lips.

"Mmmnk-uuuulp... uuulp…~" As gently as possible, you made sure a slow but steady flow of the fizzy syrup entered Matsuri's system. "Uunnf-lllp...~" Any fear that she might struggle with the pace you were going subsided pretty quickly. You could tell that if she wasn't so focused on chugging the first can of soda, she would have been egging you to go faster or even mocking you. That feeling was palpable enough that you got the courage to tilt the can harshly once it was at its last third. And while Matsuri's eyes widened and a single line of the liquid escaped one corner of her lips, she still took it like a champ.

The can of soda soon hit the classroom's floor, completely drained of its content.

"Pfffwwhh... hhha-aah... aaahhrff... bwOOOOoourrp-... nngghff... iuuueeAaAARp...!"

"T-Take your time, huh... opening up space for m-more and..." You were too preoccupied with Matsuri's state to be bothered with her burping... not to mention they didn't smell that bad this time around.

"N-Non-UUUUUUHRRP-!!... Nonshense... I want to see how... huuurrf... how much I can keep them inside before I... hic!... let them all out later... nnnbwUUUur— nngh...~" Matsuri's discomfort didn't hold a candle to the sheer pleasure she was having. The rubbing she was giving her belly had grown slower, but more passionate. She gave you another look, eyes half-closed, but still full of foodie desire. You obeyed without further hesitation, while hoping the sound of the can opening drowned out the "good girl" you uttered.

"Auu-uuulk... uuulp... lllp..." You went slower with the second can, and Matsuri didn't seem to mind. Without exchanging any words, you knew there was too much at stake, and causing her to get sick right at the finish line wasn't an option. "Unngg-hhlllp..." Matsuri's porky fingers ceased massaging her belly for her last, long gulping of soda, as if any further stimulation on the region could have dire consequences. "HUAAAAARFFFF...!" By the time the second can of soda joined the other one on the floor, she really seemed ready to pass out.

"Are y—"

"*bwOOOOOOOOoooOOOaaAAAAAAUUuuuUUUAAAAAaaaarrrph!!"

"—ou okay..."

"Gwwaaarrh... j-just... haaah... wish I could've... ghuUUurf... kept that one brewing for... huuph... longer..."

"I think you would've exploded..."

"That would have been... ooooeeaarp... a problem for the cleaning staff...~"

"And me."

Matsuri was surprised. "R-Really?"

"Of course. What would I do with the last can of soda without you...?"

"Ah... shut uu-UUURP.. already...~" Matsuri burped and panted some more, her arms falling uselessly to her sides, her belly swollen, sweaty, coated in a deep shade of red and full of food and pop. "Instead of... teasing me... you should be... rubbing my belly..."

"Is that an... o-order...?"

"Course it is... pufff... I would be shoving this big fat thing all over you if I could… move, ya know..."

You had felt Matsuri's belly very faintly with your body before, when she bumped it into you, but to cover its expanse with your hands now that it was even bigger and tighter seemed even more appealing. However...

"I mean, if you could finish your task properly... maybe... j-just maybe I can massage it for you..."

"Y-You...!" Matsuri wanted to be annoyed at you, but she was too full to commit to that. "Uughh... then... pwhaaah... yeah, let's end this..."

"I'll even cheer you on—"

"THAT WON'T BE NEEDED!" She barked back with all of her remaining stamina. "Ah... please... just..." And then she meekly begged for the rest of soda and consequently the relief your hands could bring to her tortured bloated stomach.

"Almost... there..." You ushered in growing, poorly covered excitement, and the third can finally met Matsuri's messy lips.

"Aaauukllp... uulkk..." You had been good at teasing Matsuri but you were also freaking out on the inside. Knowing that the last can of soda would be the hardest, you brought three fingers of your free hand to her belly, brushing and rubbing it lightly, as some sort of preview of the heaven that would wait for her if she could just get past this overly sweet and fizzy hell first. Delight briefly flashed on Matsuri's face before she returned to her deep struggle.

But despite that, she chugged. By doing so, you were positive you would never think of Matsuri as a skinny, bubbly classmate anymore. If before you may have had eyes for the other girls in the cheerleader squad, you were 100% sure she was on top of that rank— even if she were to never cheer again and fully commit to being the sole member of the Fattening Herself Club.

She was so much more than you could have expected when you accidently stumbled upon her. Oh, and she chugged.

And chugged.

And chugged even more.

And liquid left her mouth in sugary rivulets and she almost choked but then she kept chugging until there wasn't a single drop remaining.

A third can crashed to the floor, and Matsuri didn't have to chug anymore. And now that both of your hands could explore that gut, once so soft and wobbly and now expanded to a taut, firm globe, you were relieved that Matsuri didn't explode after all. Although... your fingers soon started sensing a rumbling tremor, as if instead of rubbing against stretched flesh, they were feeling the ground that was about to be struck by an earthquake...

...maybe she will in fact blow u—

“HWWWOOOAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAOOOOOOUUUUUuuuuUUUEEEEEEEEEERRRR—”

Said explosion didn’t destroy the entire room as you may have feared, but you knew your out-of-fashion hairstyle wasn’t left unscathed from the blast of stale air and gas that followed. And that your face was definitely covered in obese cheerleader slobber. And that you would possibly have a bad case of tinnitus for the rest of your school career. Despite all of those occurrences, once your ears stopped ringing too much and you opened your eyes again without feeling pain, you found Matsuri was still in one piece, even if she was a panting mess, and her cheerleader uniform seemed to be an even worse fit than before. A panting, smiling weakly but smugly mess.

“That’s for—uuUuUuoOORF-!—... being mean earlier… haaah… iiEEEUURRP!”

“And what’s that other burp for…?”

“That’s for… dunno… I’m… I’m way too… uuuuearph… tired to be a brat right now…”

“Too tired for… uh… you well-deserved belly rub…?” You cracked your knuckles, your fingers still desperate to explore all of that swollen cheerleader mass in front of you. You were kneeling in front of Matsuri, barely managing to peek at Matsuri's face with so much… well, her in the way.

“Belly rub…?” Matsuri looked you dead in the eye, as if you had said something utterly disgusting, or at least more disgusting than belching without restraint in someone’s face. “I’m like… sore aaaaall over, you see… my legs, my arms… eeeeverything hurts…”

“M-MMmhm…? A-And…”

“And since I am… suuuuch a ‘good girl’...”

“I… I was kind of hoping you had missed that part..”

“...I feel like I deserve a full body massage, no…? Unless I’m… too big for you…~~”

“N-Not at al—… Well, maybe a bit but I’m sure I can hand—”

“That’s all the consent I’ll… need~ ~”

And then, before you could more than gladly take upon that “full body massage” request, the seemingly unmoving Matsuri crescended. You had time to blink once, twice — trying to understand how her chunky legs could have moved so fast — before Matsuri slammed you down to the floor.

“OOOOOOPH!!” It was like all the air inside your lungs had evaporated at once.

“UUUNFFH…~ ~ T-There… so… soooooo much… better…~”

“M-Matsuri…-san… I can… uufff… hardly breathe much less… guaah… massage you…”

“Can’t do… anything about… haaah… that, unfortunately…~” She panted, and you could tell she was having a blast making fun of you, but her voice also seemed… way past tired. You gulped. Matsuri was more than tired. She was getting sleepy. “You can use… more than your hands, you know… uunngh… get a little creative with your… massage and all~” You couldn’t see her face but somehow you just knew that her eyes were already closed. “Oh, and if you somehow don’t… suffocate under tiny Matsuri here, wake me up… when extracurricular activities are… over…” Her words were thicker than before, drowsy with all the food she gorged throughout the day. “The cheerleading team always meets up at WcDonald’s after practice and… I already skipped practice, but I don’t want to skip the… post-workout burgers too…”

“M-Matsuri…” You wanted to protest but every bit of air seemed important at the moment, so you bit your tongue. Passing out underneath a couple hundred pounds of cheerleader blubber didn’t seem like the best way to go if you passed out before rewarding Matsuri her well-deserved body massage.

“MMMmnn… burgers…~ ~” Even if you somehow could articulate a proper sentence to snap her away from her upcoming food coma, you had a feeling Matsuri only had her upcoming meal in mind. Once she stopped babbling about different types of burgers and started snoring, you knew you had to be fast. You would start with her belly. Even if, like she said, you would have to get creative in case your pinned down hands couldn’t quite reach all its stuffed glory. Then her thighs… maybe her behind, since she sat down a lot…

Your lungs could eventually collapse and you knew you could pass out squashed by Matsuri at any time. You would be lucky to escape the ordeal with just some broken ribs. All around, all you could feel and touch and smell and taste was Matsuri.

But her belly was of most importance right now, no matter how much your conscience wanted to fade out. If you were really careful, really tender with it, and gave Matsuri the massage a good fat girl deserved, then maybe, just maybe…

…maybe that upcoming WcDonald’s meal could turn into meals.