Anon was living the life. Many /jp/ posters could've only dreamed of making it to Gensokyo, assuming they even thought it existed, and here he was right in the middle of it. There was one, notable issue however: he was no longer Anon. It had occured to him within moments of suddenly waking up in a different house, and a different bed, that he too had turned into an entirely different person: a little moon bunny named Ringo.
It was pretty fucking gay that he turned into a girl. It probably could've been worse, but it was very awkward to have such absurdly soft skin, such small dainty arms, and that's not even mentioning the fact that his penis had gone entirely missing since, you know, women don't have them. It didn't take him long to acclimate into his new life, he was just going to keep the whole "I'm actually someone else and somehow got teleported into Ringo's body" thing a secret. Making Mochi turned out to be pretty simple, and pretty enjoyable, and what was even more enjoyable was that he was consistently better at it than Seiran.
Seiran was a bit odd, different from what Anon was expecting. She was a bit more outgoing, a little more willing to fight back if her buttons get pushed. She wasn't violent, but instead of simply moping when she got teased, she would try and make up some smug comebacks. This, of course, only made it more and more fun to tease her. Her ability to make comebacks was somewhere along the lines of your average 4chan poster, only really being able to come up with generic catch-alls. For example, she'd always just retort by mentioning Anon's weight. Anon didn't even weigh that much. He was actually fatter -before- he became Ringo. Clearly Seiran wasn't all that clever, and it always helped Anon to brag about his superior mochi sales record.
She did have the more consistent customers though, like that one guy who'd constantly show up. He was, very clearly, head over heels for Seiran. This was obvious since, because he was going over to her stand, he clearly wasn't there for the dango. According to what he had picked up from talking with Seiran, the guy was an outsider to Gensokyo just like Anon was, except somehow he was lucky enough to not end up getting teleported into a girl's body. Obviously he must've had some meta knowledge of Gensokyo, maybe he was even a /jp/ poster, so Anon decided to put in a little effort wherever he could to help the two get together. If it was him, after all, he would've loved to make love to the rabbit girl. That being said, he was more of a Tewifag so Seiringo was off the table.
One difficult thing Anon had to find out about running a mochi stand was making sure there was enough mochi for the day, but not enough left over so as to create waste. A day's business could be wildly inconsistent based on a lot of different factors, so there wasn't any real way to accurately predict what might happen. A simple method he'd come up was to simply make more than he thought he'd need, and if there was any leftovers he'd simply have them for himself. Being a magic bunny seemed to have its perks since it was largely feasable for him, as Ringo, to have mochi as a dietary staple. This was, of course, a temporary measure, as much as Ringo seemed to benefit from eating mochi and as much as he liked the taste he wasn't too interested in becoming an unironic fatass. Even in the short time he'd been doing this it was pretty obvious he'd been getting fatter overtime, so watching his weight was going to be necessary.
This continued for a few months. Anon's life was fairly uneventful, a blessing if there was one. Being a cute girl running a mochi stand wasn't so bad, it sure beat being an out of shape 30 year old man working a dead end job. He had yet to find a solution to his mochi problem, and as a result had been getting ever so slightly chubbier overtime. Ah well, mochi tasted good as always and he'd figure out something eventually. He was hardly getting physically weaker, it was the inverse really, he found things a lot easier to do the more he ate mochi. That just seemed to be what it was like to be Ringo.
An important time was coming up, namely an end of year festival that Anon was planning on selling mochi at. The idea just seemed way too good to pass up, he could practically see the bagfuls of yen from the idea already, there's no doubt it would be a windfall for him. That being said, as good Ringo's body was at the job it still seemed like a little much for one person to do. Mochi selling was split up into preparing the mochi and actually selling it, and this was easy enough to do when he was just operating normally but when it came to what was going to be a much more crowded festival it started to get a little complicated. Seiran might've been able to help, but the lucky girl won herself a date with that one human and it seemed better just to let her enjoy the festivities.
Anon was contemplating this to himself while one of his regulars came to the stand, a guy who was built well enough but looked a bit nerdy wearing his prescription glasses. If the other guy might've been a /jp/ anon, this guy definetly was. Anon wasn't sure if he had some sort of Ringo-obsession or not, but every time he'd come by he'd always mention how much he loved Ringo's mochi.
The guy had a bit of the 'tism, as one might say. After eating his mochi, he kind of just stood there for a second, confusing the one he thought to be Ringo. Out of nowhere, he stammered "W-W-Would you like to come to the festival with MEEE!?" in a strange tone, forgetting his volume control. Anon was about to flatly refuse him, but thought for a second... Actually, this could be useful.
"Alright, but if we're going to the festival together, it's not to bluntly enjoy all the stalls, got it!?"
The day of the festival had come, and him and the /jp/ guy arrived early, their stall already set up. As Anon had planned, the two were going to work together to sell as much as they could on this bountiful day.
His plan worked perfectly. The /jp/ guy would work the counter, and he would pound the mochi. Sure, he might not've pulled in as many people as he could've using his cute girl charms, but there was already more than enough work for the two of them. One batch would be prepared right as another ran out, there was no room for breaks aside from the one moment Seiran showed up with her boyfriend, where Anon took a brief moment to get a tease in before getting back to work.
The results were worth it though, by the time the festivities had died down the two had made what could be humbly described as "fat stacks." It was perhaps Anon's most successful day of business yet, and the strangest part of it all was that he still had mochi left over.
Anon offered payment towards the /jp/ guy, but he tried to decline until Anon basically forced his dumb ass to take it. He could only ask what exactly the guy wanted if it wasn't money, and he bluntly responded "I want to enjoy eating mochi with you, Ringo!"
The dumb comment nearly made Anon burst out laughing, but he obliged. The two sat together near the counter, looking up at the night's sky. Anon was casually gorging on mochi, as he normally did, while the /jp/ guy took it much slower. They simply enjoyed the silence of the night together, now that there wasn't much going on. Anon ended up eating the lion's share of the remaining mochi, but /jp/ guy was simply happy to be together with her.
It had been a year since he'd made it to Gensokyo. Anon had watched as Seiran got married to her boyfriend, had watched as since then customers to his mochi stand had dwindled, and had watched how every day in the mirror he'd get noticably fatter. Seiran and his stomachs weren't too different in size, but Seiran's was filled with love, and his was filled with mochi. He wasn't sure what it was, but something had felt like it was changing inside of him when he saw Seiran kiss her now-husband at their wedding. It had all started out as a dumb joke, truly reaching the peak of hilarity when he realized Seiran had no idea about how moon bunnies breed, but as the reality of it settled in, everything felt much more... serious. It was as if he was being left behind, alone on a cold trail that only he was walking.
It was gay to think about, of course. Why was he jealous of a pregnant woman? He should be happy. He was Ringo now, in the middle of Gensokyo, a wonderland. He had escaped from his previous life, his life where he was an aging, single, overweight virgin who spent all of his time on pointless hobbies when he wasn't wasting away at his dead end job that he'd never advance from. This should've been heaven. Why is he sad?
This had reached its breaking point recently, as Seiran happily ran up to her stand, almost forgetting the limitations of her pregnancy. She had reached behind Anon's back and pinched right at his overbloated stomach. "Riiingooo~! We decided what we're gonna name the kid! Isn't that great?"
"U-Uh, yeah..."
"Oh yeah, before I forget! Today, I got... I think around 70 customers to my stand? I mean, you probably beat that easily, I can see a lot of your mochi is gone already... assuming it didn't end up right in here!" Seiran reached again for Anon's stomach, jiggling it all around. The joke might've been funny, had it not been based in reality. Barely anyone had come to Ringo's stand recently, he wasn't sure what the problem was. As a result, this simply meant he was eating more and more of the leftover mochi, until he had ended up with the poor physique he was at now.
"D-Definetly..." he'd stammer out, not wanting to admit the truth.
"Well, sorry that I can't stick around to chat, but me and hubby are gonna go on a date tomorrow! We'll be a little busy for that when the baby comes, so I wanna do what we can now!"
Again, that same feeling of dread hit his chest again. Seiran had love. Seiran had a successful career. Seiran was having sex, and having children. She was living the ideal life. Anon was struggling and failing in every single area. It hurt, it hurt to imagine the times he thought of himself as Seiran's superior because he had 'sold more dango' than her. What a terrible metric to measure life success on. Clearly there was more to it, otherwise Seiran would've been the one wracked with jealousy.
Anon was lonely, there was no two ways about it. The only two people he'd ever talked to were Seiran and the /jp/ guy who'd religiously come to his stall, and this lonliness was starting to effect his mental wellbeing. He had decided, tomorrow he wouldn't bother opening the stall. Nobody was going to care. It was ultimately his choice whether or not he wanted to go to work anyways. He had enough money to lie around, at least for a bit, and if he ever got hungry he'd just make himself mochi and go back to crying in a corner.
So, he did. The next day, for the first time in a long time, he didn't bother opening his mochi stand. He once again grew to hating the outside world, hating the fact that he was always left behind while others lived on to be happy, or went to go do great things. This was just how he was going to be, a fat slob who sat around and just kept eating more and more.
The day wouldn't go uninterrputed, however. While Seiran was busy on her date, he still ended up having one person visit him at his house... it was the /jp/ guy coming to ask what happened and why the stall wasn't open. Did this guy love mochi that much? "I'm sick, go away!" he'd respond. But, being the autist that he was, he couldn't understand that that was 'no' as an answer and came to check up on her anyways.
The /jp/ guy got a look at the big old Ringo he was used to seeing, but in a much more vulnerable light. She was hurting, and had no one to talk to. When Ringo would say "Why don't you just get mochi from somewhere else today..?" he would simply respond "Because, I love Ringo's mochi." He'd wrap his arms around Ringo's fat body, and jiggle her tummy. This wasn't in the same teasing way that Seiran had done yesterday, this felt much more... calm. Enjoyable. It helped Ringo feel just a little better about herself. She hadn't gone out with him that often really, but she had probably talked to this guy the most out of anyone in Gensokyo. Imagine that, instead of chasing down your favorite Touhou, you just end up talking to some normal guy over and over.
"Hold me closer," Ringo would say, "It, you know, feels nice." The man would oblige, holding Ringo as best as he could. There was quite a bit of her to hold, after all. A strange feeling was taking hold in Ringo's stomach, not one of hunger, but rather a warm, pinching feeling. Butterflies in your stomach, one might call it, and the longer she was held the more and more the feeling grew, until like a champagne bottle, the cork popped.
Ringo became very sweaty, very fast. Her crotch was dripping. Her hands were clenched, fingernails digging right into her skin. She knew exactly what this was, as gay as it was to admit it: She had finally gone full bunny, and her body was now aching for a mate. And if there was anything she knew from the past year, she wasn't capable of saying no to her body.
Ringo gave up any sense of controlling the issue. She grabbed her now-mate immediately, and held him right against the futon. She had simply become a passenger to her base actions, only being able to give out little voices in her head like "I can't seriously be this gay..." and "Was I always that strong?" Her mate didn't have much room to act, being pinned under the weight of massive rabbit flesh. His meta knowledge made him aware of what was going on too, and knew nothing could really stop her.
While he was pinned down, Ringo threw the entirety of her massive flesh while she was humping him, desperate above all else to make sure not a single drop of his seed was wasted. She grinded against him, practically treating him like an object, but one that was very precious to her.
The moment didn't last long, her mate's stamina was a little on the pathetic side and it took little coercion to get him to give up his seed. Afterwards, as the two laid there basking in the afterglow of their awkward sex, Ringo was held close by her new mate, and softly led into a kiss. With that kiss, the entire last year, maybe even the past 3 decades of his memory had faded away. She was in love.
It didn't take them long to get married. Seiran had more or less been able to get married because Ringo cheesed the system to begin with by bribing Reimu, and all it really took was repeating that process again for them to get hitched. It helped that their relationship was the result of a natural process that she had little control over, rather than an attempt at perversion of such a natural order.
Her husband no longer came to the stall as a customer, but practically as another worker entirely. Her newfound positivity from the marriage must've really paid off, since it seemed like a lot of customers were starting to show up again, as if her renewed enthusiasm was magnetic.
She easily went back to beating Seiran's sales every day, but overtime their conversations drifted less towards competition and more towards wife talk. What their hubbies had been doing, dates they'd been on recently, sharing fun ideas to surprise their spouses, and sometimes arguing over who's cuter. It'd have been a little embarassing to Ringo if she were viewing it from afar, but you don't tend to notice those things in the moment.
It was also a little surprising to her at first, but Ringo really did notice that she was gaining strength from eating a lot of mochi. Even if her physique seemed to be lacking, she always had a lot of strength behind those flabby looking arms, almost like she was some kind of sumo wrestler. She often found it enjoyable to use this strength to hold her husband down. It might've been pretty fucking gay to be having sex with a guy, but the last thing she was ever going to do was bottom. Her /jp/-browsing husband probably liked being topped anyways, a total grass eating male. But that's what she loved about him.
Between her loving husband filling her with joy with just a glance, her enjoyable career, her visibly questionable but undeniably effective physique, and her baby coming in just a few short months, Ringo was finally starting to think about the future instead of dwelling in the past.