Yukiko's Collar Finale

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/yukikos-collar-1-101779347

Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/yukikos-collar-2-123038998

Tags: Persona 4, extreme weight gain, personality change, and Anime Catgirl fun!

Sorry I was late on this one! I have been traveling.

--- Chapter 9 ---

Yukiko looked down at the scale, wincing at what she saw. Rather than spinning numbers ticking up to reveal how fat she had become, she instead saw only opulent fat. Even her feet were hidden from view, stolen first by breasts clashing together in a lacy bra and then by a mound of gut fat. She whimpered, ears flattening and tail going limp. There had been no progress made on her diet. Undoubtedly, some fault lay with the women who had sworn to help her. Rise had been easy to con, constantly giving rewards, and it was debatable if Naoto had been of any help. Chie had been the only one that remained faithful to the promise to help Yukiko lose weight. Even Yukiko had done her best to wheedle and slip out of the restrictions placed upon her. Now however, she was paying the price. 

“Oooooh. . .hrrrrrooeeeww bad is it?” Yukiko mewled, grabbing at her tail. She struggled, her hips and butt having become too large to maneuver her thick tail around. Finally, she gave up, knees knocking together in fear at what the number would be. 

“Well. . .469.” Chie was obviously nonplussed about the weighty revelation. She stood up from the scale, head bouncing off the lowest rung of Yukiko’s gut. She gasped as warm and slightly damp blubber curved around her brown hair and slim neck. One hand worked at pushing the fat off and the other balance against the wall. As the shelf of gut fat was moved away, Chie met Yukiko’s soft and wet eyes. Chie felt her frustration melting away, replaced with sadness that she couldn’t do more for her friend. Chie shook her head seconds later, realizing just how dangerous those kitten eyes were. Yukiko could charm the whole world if they made eye contact long enough. “Have you told Yu anything?” She asked, practically knowing the answer.

“Well. . .just that I’m really excited to see him!” Yukiko crushed her breasts to her chest with flabby, thick arms. She wiggled back and forth, ears springing up in delight at the idea of spending even a little time with her boyfriend. “And how musscch. . .mrrrrreeeoooww. . .I misscch his cooking!” Yukiko dropped into her purring, sweet voice with such ease now. Anytime she felt the least bit of comfort or affection she would hum like a powerstation. 

“Not what I meant.” Chie lightly chopped Yukiko between the ears. “How about your. . .condition?” Her hands hovered close to one of Yukiko’s ears. The ear twitched relentlessly, moving back and forth with the unconscious anxiety of being touched. Finally, Yukiko gave a full body shake. Her fat flew in all directions, hitting and slapping wetly. Returning to a position of safety, Yukiko moved off the scale and licked her hand as if icing was stuck to it. Chie, satisfied that her point had been proven, leaned against the wall. 

“. . .no.” Yukiko sighed. “Chiiiiieeeee what am I going to doooooo?” Yukiko whined. “Yu’s going to see that I’m just a fat. . .CUTE cat!” 

Rolling her eyes at the self-edit, Chie gave the best advice she could. “Maybe choose a dark restaurant? Tell him it’s ambiance.” She shrugged, having no better thoughts. Yu was about to find his girlfriend several hundred pounds heavier and possessed by some sort of cat spirit. There seemed little that could be done to prevent the oncoming collision of Yukiko’s fat ass into reality.   

“Chie! That’s brilliant!” Perhaps because she had little other option, Yukiko’s mind leaped at the idea. She immediately began searching on her phone, trying to find the most scenic spot in Inaba. Chie sighed, muttering something about Yukiko being hopeless. 

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“Quick. . .oooh. . .quick!” Yukiko sat upright, straining against her seatbelt as Chie pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream parlor. There was little to see of the seatbelt, with most of it being sucked into Yukiko’s ever abundant folds. Her breasts hugged it as tightly as a lover whilst her belly seemed undecided on pushing it away or bringing it closer. Sumo mawashi’s were less invasive than the lateral portion of the belt, which wound its way between Yukiko’s big belly folds. Every bump of the car promised that the belt might break free, but it remained trapped between the heavy slabs of blubber. That is, until Yukiko started to fiddle with releasing the catch. “Oooooh. . .I HAVE to get in there. . .before him!” The catgirl struggled past her fat, thrusting her thick fingers as far down her side as they could possibly go. Her arm blubber curled around a football sized breast. Yukiko turned red with frustration and effort. 

“Don’t get too flustered. Everything will be fine.” Though she had been riding Yukiko, Chie felt it necessary to back off for the date. The roly-poly kitten princess had enough on her mind. Chie reached over, brushing Yukiko’s hair as best she could. She shivered as a hand glanced one of the black triangle ears. Chie had never felt anything so soft, save perhaps Yukiko’s abundant fat. Chie pulled back, holding her hand. Interacting with Yukiko’s changing, softening body carried a hint of danger. Either that the curse would spread to her. . .or that she might fall under the same spell that had caught Naoto and Rise. 

“There!” Yukiko thrust the seatbelt off as the catch was released. She thrust her gut forward, the pressure it could now supply far exceeded the strength in her arms. The door came next, a second victim to Yukiko’s vast belly. Any other woman as heavy and ponderous as Yukiko would have tripped getting out of the car. Blessed with feline grace in the oddest moments, Yukiko was allowed to run pell-mell towards the building. Chie watched, wondering if the cat had gotten more or less athletic through the curse. Yukiko ran with her fat swaddled elbows poking into her flab, hands fanning out to either side. A purse with stylized balls of yarn dangled from one arm. Tortured heels slapped against Yukiko’s chunky feet. She stopped at the door, turning around in a sudden moment of ditzy realization. “Bye Chieeeeee” Yukiko waved both her hands, and her hefty hips, back at Chie before ramming her fat through the door. 

Inside, Yukiko found the parlor as disastrously well lit as she imagined. Bright colors, fun mascots, and shining lights assaulted her current complex about being seen by Yu. She waddled forward, trying to make her nervous waddle-run into a confident stride. “Manager! Manager!” Yukiko put her arm out, her only practice with summoning authority coming from school. She waved her hand in the air, fat flopping back and forth. The teenagers behind the counter looked at her with raised eyebrows and forming frowns. She lunged forward, heaving her fat across the curved spit shields. Her belly splattered across the hard plastic, bending it inward with her weight. Caught between wanting to go unnoticed and a desire for style, Yukiko had worn her pencil skirt and tube top again. The cat face was even more distorted than before, warping unrecognizably as her breasts seeped out across the food guard. 

“Ma’am?” One of the teenagers asked. Dreading what the request was going to be. 

“The lights, oooooh. . .I MUST have the lights dimmed.” Yukiko was torn between whining and commanding. She pounded on the plastic separation between her and the ice cream. Her butt wobbled back and forth, tail curving into fantastic shapes as she pleaded. Her ears were flattened against the sides of her head. “I ha-have a date and. . .rrreeeooowww. . .he’ll scchhheee jusscht how. . .” Yukiko paused, knowing that she couldn’t mention her cat-ness to the teenagers. However, she was loath to mention other features about herself. It was just unbecoming of a woman to say certain things, despite how desperate the situation was. “Aaah. . .Pleeeassch. . .dim the lights a bit!” She cried, trying to get her way. Her stomach was fogging up the cool plastic, little bits of condensed sweat running off of the sides. Yukiko flashed the saddest, biggest eyes she could at the two workers. 

“Ah, well, the store can’t really. . .” One of the teenagers said. 

“We’d have to talk to. . .” The other tried to take up where the first left off. Yet, both were unable to mount a sufficient defense against Yukiko’s unearthly, adorable patheticness. 

“Fine.” Both workers said in unison. 

“Oooooh YAAAAAY!” Yukiko hopped up and down, all her fear and patheticness gone as she was granted what she wanted. The floor of the building shook as she thumped up and down. The workers shook their heads, wondering how they had gotten swindled by the portly woman in front of them. One moved to try and fiddle with the lights, the other sighed and prepared to take Yukiko’s order. He could tell that it was about to be a doozy. 

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Yu entered the ice cream parlor, wondering if it had been closed hastily and poorly. The sign was lit and the chairs were still arranged around their tables, but several sets of lights had been turned off and he could hardly make out the people inside. He walked in, wondering just what to make of the situation. The only sure sign of confusion was him re-combing his hair. Otherwise, he remained as sure and resolute as always. Though entering revealed that the business was indeed open, that only brought up new questions. He looked at the lights and then at the workers behind the counter. They seemingly read his mind. “Your date is in the back, Sir.” Yu shrugged and walked through the tables into the darkest part of the restaurant. There he found a glittering pair of eyes waiting for him. 

“Heeeeeey. . .mmmgghph. . .Yuuuuu!” The pair of eyes squinted, presumably with joy. They moved in the shadows, the body that they were attached to undeniably large. Yu squinted and cocked his head, though he stopped as soon as he noticed that the eyes were studying him back. It was certainly Yukiko’s voice, though putting on an inflection that he had not ever heard. Her voice was higher, as if mimicking an American valley girl accent. He caught flashes of pink and gold as Yukiko moved, stray beams of light coming into contact with jewelry and clothing. Yu smiled and sat, pleased at the mystery he had been given. The leader of the Investigation Team had come home and had been given two things that he enjoyed above all others. 

“It’s a little dark.” Yu said, looking past either shoulder. “I thought I would get to see more of you.” 

The round shape sitting across from Yu giggled. He saw shining teeth, two of which almost looked like sharp little fangs, before they were blocked by a plump hand. The table moved as something heavy pushed into it and the chairs under his date groaned. “YU! You don’t have to flirt like that.” There was another laugh and Yu could hear something hitting both the top and bottom of the table at the same time. The sound reminded him of a female chef that had inspected a meal that he had prepared. She had been so large that her stomach flooded over top and underneath the table. The noises which came from the tortured bench under her was also rather similar to the noises Yukiko’s chair was making. 

“Just happy to see. . .hear you.” Yu corrected, having a little fun with the conversation. He wanted to see how long Yukiko was willing to play games for. 

“Are you afraid of a little ambiance?” Unable to keep her hands away from her boyfriend, Yukiko reached across the table. Yu politely did not notice that everything on the table shifted as she moved. Though he averted his eyes, Yu could tell that whatever shirt his date wore was now acting as a cattle catcher, dragging or pushing whatever came in contact with it. The table shifted as well, just before the plump and warm fingers got to Yu’s face. They squished and played with his cheeks. Whatever lustful impulse Yukiko was initially acting on was lost soon in pure kitten playfulness. She then retracted her hand, slipping back into the darkness completely. The table moaned as it was forcibly returned to the position in which it originally sat. “Just as I thought. . .someone’s afraid!” The shining eyes were cut off momentarily as Yukiko winked. Yu watched as the headband on top of Yukiko’s head fluttered. There were little triangular blobs at the top. They shifted and danced with each move that Yukiko made. 

“How’s your hearing?” Yu tossed the question out to be funny, but even that led him down a new rabbit hole of inquiry. 

“Just fine. . .why do you ask?” The question was sharp and nervous. Yu scratched his head for a moment as Yukiko’s arms fluttered to the top of her head rather than the side. Judging by the flurry of air and the sound of impact, Yukiko’s arms were as large as the rest of her. Though he was far more interested in why her hands were at the top of her head, rather than the sides. Yukiko realized her mistake seconds later, shifting her hands down. She pretended to smooth her hair, gracefully bringing her hammy hand down. “I actually think they’ve gotten better lately.” She could not resist the gloating, her voice taking on a decidedly princess tone. “I could even hear you walking up to the building.” For just a moment, Yu saw movement at the top of Yukiko’s head. Two small, black triangles were outlined, their color fuligin to the normal darkness around them. 

“Guess that means you get to hear all my compliments a little bit easier.” Yu was rather enjoying the game of cat and mouse now. “Just wish I could see you a little better. I’d love to see if you bought any new clothes, maybe a headband?” He knew he had hit the mark when the table shuddered again. This time it was so violent that he assumed one of Yukiko’s knees had been brought into it. 

“NO!” Yukiko less than tactfully shouted. “Certainly not!” Wind rushed past his face again as the flustered woman. There was an enormous flurry of activity on her side of the table. Yu caught only glimpses of fat moving and dancing, sloshing at the mad whims of the frantic woman. She started to calm down, but only in tone. Her body continued to undulate even after she had stopped moving. Yu strained every bit of his less-than-perfect human eyesight to see it. “I’ve been very responsible with finances lately. . .maybe only some money for treats with Chie. . .and the other girls.” Yukiko almost had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from spilling the details of her eating and the companions she had brought on the sprees. The only thing better than being treated like royalty was informing others of it. 

“Come on. . .I think I’m a little entitled to see.” Yu said, sensing the game was nearing its end. He scooted up from the table, trying to move slowly. He didn’t want to startle his date. 

“Yu, sit back down!” Yukiko tried to command, her voice losing the girlish angle it had. “It’s very unbecoming. . .YU!” The commanding tone morphed into a squeal as Yu slid into the booth next to her. His hands quickly discovered all the things that she had been hiding. Yukiko’s game in the dark had come to an end, but another began soon after.

--- Chapter 10 ---

Chie grumbled as she went about her patrol around Inaba. It was not her usual route. Instead her feet were leading her ever closer to the Amagi Inn. As she walked she flipped out her phone, checking her messages. There had been pitiful few. Chie knew what she wanted to see on the screen of the little flip phone, she was denied that relief and was instead only given more frustration. Her fist tightened around the phone, screen still showing the text she had received from Yukiko after her reunion with Yu. 

“Heeeeeyyy, Chiiiieee-yeeee (Lol). Just wanted to let you know that the date with Yu was AMAZING! Also, no need to worry about weight loss. Yu doesn’t mind a cat that likes her cream ;)”

The text had been so saccharine that Chie had almost vomited. Yu was supposed to be the last line of defense, the one thing that would scare Yukiko back into acting sensibly. Instead, Yu had let Yukiko off the hook. Chie could only imagine what sorts of debauchery had gone on during the date. With how free the bubbly, blobby catgirl was now, Chie had little trouble imagining her cuddling up to Yu. Her curves exploded out of the tiny, scanty clothes she had worn and oozed their way onto Yu’s lean muscle. Chie nearly cracked her phone as she imagined Yu feeding Yukiko, each morsel making her fatter. There was little chance that food had not been involved in their trist. It was all Yukiko thought about these days, with fashion and lewd romance coming distantly thereafter. Chie had not yet responded to the text, her mind overwhelmed by painful imaginings and the frustration that came from being out of options. There seemed to be nothing she could do besides accept what was happening. Coming close to something like contrition, Chie had altered her patrol to take her close to the inn. With whatever strength she could manage, she would offer her regards to Yukiko. 

“Wow! What a show that was.” Chie was brought out of her reflections as a person passed her. 

“I know, the inn has really upped their game. Can’t believe they let the manager do that, they are usually such a traditional family.”

“Hey, can’t beat the money coming in.” Both men laughed as they walked away. 

Chie, already sensing problems, looked back towards the inn. People were coming in and out at a furious pace, with the doors and even windows flung open to help accommodate the crowd. There was raucous laughter that rose and fell in conjunction with whatever the crowd was being entertained by. Cheers and applause would follow the high points of the show, the likes of which Chie could only guess at. She made her way up to the inn’s entrance, pushing and shoving through the crowd in order to see what the fuss was about. Though she knew Yukiko was going to be at the heart of it, Chie could only hope that it was not too embarrassing. Whatever her guess was, it seemed that reality was worse. 

“Coooommme. . .BBBBBLLLLAAARRUUUP. . .ooooon. . .whoooscch next?” Yukiko wheezed and belched from a sofa that had been lugged to the middle of the dining area. The couch suffered greatly under Yukiko’s greedy weight. She was draped across every inch of it and even off of it. Whatever could not be held by the cracking framed and flattened cushions bled off into empty space. Yukiko wore a pink bodysuit that was so skin tight that it infiltrated her rolls individually. She yawned and moaned on the couch, clearly in a state of ecstasy. All around her were scattered cat toys and plates of food like offerings to a pagan idol. The silver streak in her hair flashed as she looked out at the crowd. She flicked up a plump hand, one of her painted nails growing into a claw. She pointed at her mouth, letting her tongue droop out. “Big kitty needsscch. . .BBOOOOORRUUP. . .lots of food!” She spoke with her whole body, gyrating and bucking her hips. 

“Me! Me!” A portly woman from the audience jumped up and down. She looked to be the kind of woman that had traded romantic fulfillment for a life with cats. In Yukiko she could find both, albeit in a deranged way. The chubby woman ran forward, almost tripping over her too long dress. She clutched a bag of cookies to her bosom. When she got close, the woman bowed. She then opened the bag and started to dump the treats into Yukiko’s mouth. Soft and gooey sugar disks fell into place, never once missing their mark. Yukiko chomped and ate, lacking all dignity and decorum. As she ate, the big catgirl squirmed. She kicked her legs and rubbed her thighs together whilst also running her flabby arms down her inflating gut. She was so overjoyed by the feeding that tears were squeezed out of her eyes. As the cookies were drained out of the bag, the feeder hovered closer. She took one of the cookies and waved it in front of Yukiko’s mouth. “May. . .may I feed you directly, Miss Amagi?” 

“Mrrrreeeeoooowww. . .” Yukiko scrunched up as devious thoughts entered her mind. “Puuuuurr-haps for the right. . .tip?” Yukiko hummed and vibrated with such intense greed that the sofa underneath her moved. Her breasts shook as she held out a fat hand. The tip was granted far quicker than even Yukiko could have imagined. A crisp series of bills were pressed into her warm paw. Yukiko whisked it away, shoving the money deep into her cleavage. She opened her mouth, excited to be fed again. The woman held out the trembling cookie. Yukiko had intended to let the feeding be slow, but greed overcame her. She sucked the cookie down quickly. “Ooooooh. . .how. . .delicious!” Yukiko pawed at the woman’s chubby thighs. “Come again soon!”   

Sensing what might be her only opportunity, Chie pushed her way through the crowd of people. She angled past guests that had been waiting for hours, each hoping for their chance at feeding the pontiff of indulgence. While some shouted and complained, it was drowned in the general din of the inn. Yukiko lolled upon her sofa throne, her bulk making it bend and shudder in the middle. The vibrant, almost metallic color of Yukiko’s bodysuit made her look like a plastic doll that had been blow up to human size. . .then expanded further with gobs of extra clay. She filled the sofa, much of her drooping off and racing toward the floor. She dragged a clawed hand across the sofa, treating the antique as nothing more than a glorified scratching post. Her ears flickered up and down, whilst a plump tail kicked between blubbery walls of butt fat. By the time Chie had gotten to her friend, Yukiko had oozed from her back to her stomach. She kicked her butt, pillow-like cheek resting on the couch. “Ooooooh! Why, herrrroooooo, Chie!”

“Yuki!” Chie felt like she was the lone knight at court, calling out a princess that was driving the kingdom to ruin. “What is all this?” She first waved a hand at the crowd and then at the garish outfit that was burrowing into Yukiko’s fat. Now closer, Chie was now aware of the glowing gold which adorned Yukiko. She had seemingly scooped up every treasure of her and her mother, draping them in ways which showed that she had yet to fully understand accessorizing. Gold chains rattled just below thick chins, coalescing into one large strand. The choker hid beneath the jewelry as an ambush predator might lay in wait. It worked, as Chie’s eyes were drawn to the rings which were burrowed into sausage fingers. “Are you trying to turn the inn into a circus?” 

Yukiko yawned, too lazy and pampered for emotions such as anger. “Oooooof courrseee not, Chiiieee-wweeeeiii. . .juscht a little fun!” Yukiko held up her claws, squeezing them at her adoring public. The crowd cheered, pushing forward slightly. They stopped only at a fierce look from Chie. Yukiko slumped and sighed, defeated temporarily. Getting a little frustrated at the situation, Yukiko began to claw at the arm rest in front of her. Her claws sank into the plush upholstery, drawing forth stuffing that was not too dissimilar from the fat crowding her own body. “The people wanted to. . .bbbblluuurruup. . .take care of Mrrrreeeeeeee!” Her scratching intensified. “Why should I. . .mmmrrreeeooowww. . .deny them!” Yukiko looked back at Chie, her eyes glimmering with barely suppressed gluttony and lust. Her chunky feet kicked into her enormous ass, sending a loud clap through the establishment. The crowd inched forward again, food in hand to offer up to Yukiko. 

“Does Yu know that you are doing this?” Chie brought in the only person who might have more sway than she did. She poked Yukiko in her large gut, though the action did not produce the effect that she was hoping for. Yukiko gave a long, low sigh which terminated in a purr. Chie backed off embarrassed. She stepped almost into the waiting mob, who had surreptitiously came forward again at the sound. 

“Of coursseccchh!” Yukiko rolled her eyes. She started to turn, but gave up as soon as she started. The obese cat was too lazy to even call her boyfriend. Instead, she settled for a halfhearted meow. “Mrrreeeooow. . .Yuuuuu.” Yukiko’s voice was thick, buried under layers of impending cat naps. 

“Anything I can do?” Yu appeared over top of the couch with such speed that Chie’s hair stood on end. In one hand he held a tray of freshly baked cookies, the other reached down to coddle his girlfriend’s chubby face. Between both arms was a pink apron depicting a breadloaf shaped like a cat with the words “loafin’ around” written above. Chie almost gagged as she looked at Yu’s outfit. She then actually gagged when he began feeding her cookies. As each of the sweets entered Yukiko’s mouth, her feet kicked a little faster. Her butt bounced like two kettle drums at a performance. The jiggles spread further outward, moving through her love handles. The kitten princess would lift her head, snag a cookie, then dip her face down between her voluminous breasts. Blubbery chins rolled atop the larger oceans that were Yukiko’s breasts. 

“Yu. . .you. . .have to talk some sense into her!” After a brief stumble and parsing through confusion around pronouns and names, Chie made her stand. “Now she’s turning the inn into some weird. . .pervert paradise!” Chie ignored the shudder and despondency that went through the crowd behind her. 

“I don’t think that’s the case.” Yu continued to feed Yukiko, dumping cookies into her mouth. He thought that he had baked far more than was necessary, but was finding his efforts coming up short. Yukiko opened her mouth, swallowing three or four cookies whole, and then came back for more almost instantly. The young chef dumped the rest of the plate in before addressing Chie again. “A personality as vibrant and special as Yuki-chan is going to draw a crowd regardless.” With his other hand free, Yu could much more easily pet his girlfriend. He summoned deep and unending purring from her wobbly depths. The crowd swooned, enjoying first the heavenly sounds of their fat cat and secondly the amazing animal husbandry on display. “If anything, her playing to it shows how shrewd of a business woman she has become.” Yu playfully smacked one of Yukiko’s cheeks, drawing a pink blush across them. She licked his hand, treating it like a saucer of milk. 

“Yeaassscch. . .Chie, I’m a. . .yaaaaahhh-aawwww. . .businesschwoman now.” Yukiko said through a yawn, starting to fall into a slumber. Her stomach gurgled and processed the cookies, churning them into yet more blubber. She slowly turned her bulk, getting ready to be fed again. The conversation with Chie had been nice, allowing her to digest some food and ready her appetite again, but it was time to return to her work. Yukiko lifted up a claw and pointed it towards her mouth in a cartoonish manner. The crowd, which had been kept at bay only by the thinnest of margins, now surged forward. They came with gifts and treats for Yukiko, each wanting to honor the fatty feline in a manner befitting her grandeur. Yukiko readied herself with a belch, her stomach falling off the side of the couch and well on its way to the floor. Chie was swept away, pushed back by the eager patrons.

Chie would stand for as long as she could, looking at what had become of her friend. Yukiko ate everything provided to her, breasts bouncing up and down. The thick conglomeration of gold chains whipped back and forth, dipping in and out of Yukiko’s heaving chest. Yet, Chie’s eyes were focused solely on the choker. The horrid artifact had remained, changing its size and shape to stay perfectly situated on Yukiko’s chubby neck. There was no denying the power it had over Yukiko and the people around her. Chie sighed. She had hoped it would not have to come to extreme measures, but there seemed little other choice. 

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“Ohhh. . .I’m. . .bbbluurrruup. . .late!” Naoto waddled towards the inn, wondering where the day had gone. Her plump hands held the answer, filled with boxes of half-eaten donuts. She had wanted to provide Yukiko a treasure trove of food, something that outstripped the newcomers. Even half-full, the boxed weighed the fat woman down. Their trim cardboard poked into Naoto’s barely contained fat. She had been forced to ditch her blue coat, the buttons had popped off and the sides started to rip. Naoto waddled in a blue shirt whose buttons were pulled apart to leak fat, her yellow suspenders warped around her gut. With one hand she tried to keep her shirt tucked in and orderly. She was coming apart at the seams, figuratively and literally. Each step brought her closer towards Yukiko and the presumed feeding. Yet, each step made her more nervous. Was it weird to feed a friend? Was such uncontrollable lust unbecoming of a detective prince. As her hand floated back from tucking her shirt in, it dove into one of the boxes. Another donut was shoved into Naoto’s mouth, chocolate stains spreading even further out. 

She waddled up to the door of the inn, just as Chie was coming out. 300 pounds of Naoto briefly made contact with a fuming Chie. She was surprised to find that the slimmer woman did not recognize her in the slightest. Chie passed by, assuming that the fat woman covered in food stains was just another one of Yukiko’s fans gone crazy. Naoto said a small prayer, afraid of having to admit just how far she had sunk. The prayer was concluded with another couple donuts being shoved in her face. The chocolate stains were now mixed with pink and blue, turning her face into a rich canvas. The lovestruck woman imagined Yukiko licking the stains off, so enchanted with sugar that she would do nearly anything to get her fix. The thought was buried under yet more food, Naoto using the fattening treats as a cure all for her mental imbalances. She waddled the rest of the way into the building, using her gut to push past the other attendees. She had not come so far to not accomplish her goals. 

--- Chapter 11 ---

Yukiko’s stomach hit the door before her finger pressed the little doorbell button. It smooshed outward in a grand display of viscosity, rolling out like a tide across the door. Yukiko did not even see how her 700 pounds bent and warped the flimsy plank of brown wood. It bowed in the middle, accepting all the fat and love that Yukiko was able to give. She hit the doorbell, though for a second she wondered if maybe her mass had gotten to it first. Yukiko wobbled backward, trying to keep herself upright. The short walk from the car to the house had been almost too much for the housebound, lazy feline. She wheezed, licking her plump lips and wiping sweat off of her face. Any sort of work was taxing to the behemoth catgirl, especially now that she had gotten further ensconced in her feeding shows. She lounged on her couch day in and out, toying with her blubber as Yu, Naoto, and various tourists stuffed gobs of food into her mouth. Truthfully, she had only come to Chie’s because the couch had broken.

Chie, standing on the other side of the door, took as deep of breaths as Yukiko; though for different reasons. It was going to be a tough day. Chie looked down at the scissors in her hand, knowing that she was finally surrendering any and all morals that she had. However, she would not let the choker win. It had claimed her best friend and she would not let it hold her any longer. Chie tucked the scissors into her back pocket and opened the door. “Yuki! I’m glad you could finally make it.” 

“Hoooooo. . .I wanted to. . .come so musscch. .earlier,” Yukiko huffed and puffed as she waddled into the house. She kept one hand glued to the walls, providing much needed stability. The sensual jiggles of her rotund mass were too much to control now, setting aside the drastic heaviness which she felt at all times. She wore even less than usual today. What might have been the world’s largest sports bra stretched pitifully across her boobs. Her stomach pushed out over tight spanx shorts, which did nothing to keep her blubber in check. Needless to say, the outfit was vibrant and garish pink. Bracelets with cat charms dangled from Yukiko’s wrists with matching necklaces just under her chins. If nothing else, Chie had to give Yukiko credit when it came to her fashion knowledge, she was learning the ins and outs of accessorizing. “I’ve jusccht. . .bbblluurrup. . .been schooooo busschy.” Yukiko said with a yawn. 

“Haven’t we all!” Chie tapped a hand on the scissors hidden in her back pocket whilst the other reached out to help Yukiko. Plotting took a lot of energy and Chie had been feeling the burn lately. It was all she could do to keep herself standing. “Why don’t we both relax a bit!” Chie put her around the flabby butterball’s waist. She shivered as Yukiko’s flicking tail brushed her arm. Though the copious amounts of fat upon Yukiko were odd, Chie could accept it far more easily than she could the ears and tail. Chie was just glad that she was close to curing her friend. In short order, she would lead the blubbery catgirl to the couch and surreptitiously slice the band off, breaking whatever spell was attached to it.

“Oh goodnessccch!” Yukiko gasped as she thudded onto the couch, her butt crushing and cracking the frame. Chie winced as if it were her own bones that were popping. The destruction Yukiko was capable of was held back only by her laziness. “. . .mrrrreeeeeeooooow.. . oooh Chie. . .your taste in. . .haaaaah. . .furniture is. . .mmmrreeewwwll. . .impeccable!” Yukiko drew out her sentences in an exaggerated display of cat behaviors and royal indulgence. She sampled the fluffy cushions as any cat would: by pulling at them lightly with her claws. As she fiddled with the cushions, Yukiko rubbed and gyrated her butt and belly deeper into the collapsing couch. Chie stood behind the furniture, waiting for her chance to strike. 

Chie realized just how difficult her method of removing the collar was going to be. Though Yukiko moved slowly, her body was a hypnotizing mess of rolls and fat pockets. The collar often shifted in and out of view, sucked into neck folds or covered by arm blubber as Yukiko sought the most comfortable position. Chie watched the jet black triangles that were Yukiko’s ears flick up and down. She wondered how cutting the collar would affect them. Would they just fall off? Or would the rotund woman always possess them? Chie frowned, considering for the first time the ramification of her forthcoming attempt on the collar. 

“Chie. . .” Yukiko cut through Chie’s thoughts. “I jusscht wanted to. . .mrreeeeeewwl. . .” Yukiko put a heavy arm up, reaching for whatever she could grasp of her skinny friend. The couch shuddered at even the most simple movement from the overstuffed catgirl. It was only by the thinnest of margins that Yukiko’s fat butt had not been sent hurtling to the ground. Naturally, Yukiko ignored the sounds of the failing furniture, instead trying to make her point to Yukiko. Reality could wait for the princess to get her words out. “I wanted. . . to. . .thank you. . .” She found Chie’s free hand and clasped it. A smile spread across her moon face, chins squashing down to join with neck rolls. The collar was hidden from view, though Chie thought she might be able to ferret it out with an extended hug. She started to move, knowing she would never get a more opportune moment. 

“Of course Yuki,” Chie said, embracing her friend as best she could. It was an awkward hug. A couch and hundreds of pounds of flab prevented the two from hugging properly, to say nothing of the scissors that Chie had slipped into her hand. Despite increased and catlike senses, Yukiko was too fat and dulled by pleasure to notice anything odd. She wanted to be held and was getting asked for, thus treachery was never considered. Chie’s small chest sunk into Yukiko’s large and heavy melons and deeper folds which propped them up. The would-be saboteur felt her feet leave the ground as she angled to get the best snipping spot possible. Chie only fell deeper into the sloshing pools of fat. By the time she was ready to strike, Chie’s head had been consumed by gigantic breasts. Most of the thin woman was hidden one way or another by Yukiko’s vast body. Primed and hidden, Chie started to strike. 

She thrust the scissors upwards, looking to finally sever the unholy link between Yukiko and The Midnight Channel. She tried to move stealthily, or at least as best as she could while rocking atop the blubber which had consumed her studious friend. Chie tapped the scissors onto the collar, hooking into the pink fabric. Chie had paid as little attention as she could to the heinous artifact, afraid of the kind of power it might hold. Now, in the moment of its destruction, she wanted to look upon it as a final note of triumph. She found that the color had grown even more bright and that it had sprouted diamonds and rubies. There seemed to be little fabric left, instead being as gaudy and jewel encrusted as a faberge egg. The light of the gems gleamed into Chie’s eyes as she went to close the jaws of the scissors, holding off destruction for a precious second. 

“Mmmmwaaah!” Yukiko, oblivious to anything other than the feel of Chie’s tiny body upon her plateau of flab, planted a kiss on her friend. It was tender and sweet, as soft as the rest of her. Her plump lips squished against Chie’s cheek, leaving a perfect outline of her lips. “Thankssccch. . .again.” Yukiko cooed into her friend’s ear. 

The will to destroy the collar all but evaporate after that. Chie sighed, slumping down onto Yukiko’s body fully. She tossed away the scissors. They clattered on the hardwood floor, falling under some furniture or in an otherwise unreachable place. Chie turned, wedging herself between the couch and Yukiko fully. She hugged her friend like she ought to have in the first place and many times before this moment. “Of course, Yuki.” Chie sighed, letting all of her pent up frustration go. “I’m just glad that you are happy. . .even if you are a little fluffier.” 

“Bluuuuurrruuup. . .the queen eats. . .as schee pleassches!” Yukiko answered, jiggling her vast gut against Chie. Her imperial tone faded moments later into girlish giggles. 

“I meant your ears and tail.” Chie flicked the pointed triangles atop Yukiko’s head. 

“Oh!” Yukiko stuck her tongue out. “Well those. . .are nice. . .too.” She flooded her body against Chie, trying to impress her friend with 700 pounds of spoiled blubber. “Jusscht. . .schooo you know. . .thisscch isn’t going. . .anywhere.” One of her plump hands squashed into a breast twice the size of either woman’s head, pushing it into Chie’s face.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Chie responded just before the couch gave way. The back and legs blew out, dumping the pair onto the floor. Chie was buried fully in friendly flab. She was trapped under pale, jiggling fat that was further animated by deep purring. Rather than complain, Chie put a hand onto one of Yukiko’s love handles and petted her fluffy friend as best she could. Yukiko yawned and started to fall into a cozy slumber.