"Fat Days"
a Midori Days story by Double L

“Ladies…ladies…there’s plenty of Sawamura to go around,” drooled Seiji Sawamura as the “Mad Dog of Sakura-Damon High,” laid in his bed.

WHAM!!!

“OW!!!” screamed Seiji, his nose hit by a book. He went to rub it with his right hand, before feeling hair and two soft mounds against it…

“Sweet Seiji, I’m sorry! But you have to wake up!” shouted the blushing green-haired girl who was attached to Seiji’s right arm in place of his hand.

“Whatever happened to gentle nudging, Midori?!!!” shouted Seiji, the blonde punk with his teeth gritted. Midori didn’t want to tell Seiji the reason she woke him up that way was a feat out of jealously. She wanted to be Seiji’s girlfriend, no matter what; the fact she was Seiji’s right hand didn’t sway her goal. Midori’s situation was unknown to both her and Seiji. Back she was still a regular girl, Midori admired Seiji from afar, despite his reputation as having. “The Devil’s Right Hand,” Midori knew Seiji wasn’t a bad guy, for he stood up for the weak and bullied. She wished so much to be with him, even it meant being part of him. When Midori woke up one day, she and Seiji discovered she was now tiny like a doll, and was Seiji’s right hand now!

Midori ducked into Seiji’s sleeve, peeking out as she said, “I just don’t want you to be late, Seiji…”

Seiji blinked, before looking at his clock and noticed 12:00 Midnight flashing over and over again.

“OH CRAP!!!!” shouted Seiji, looking at his watch and seeing the real time. “The power must have gone out when we were sleeping. That’s why my alarm didn’t sound!!!” he shouted, throwing off his pajamas. “Close your eyes!!!” growled Seiji.


“Just don’t look at me,” said Midori, turning and closing her eyes and stepping into the shower. The two washed up from the water, Seiji keeping his eyes away from Midori’s breasts and Midori from Seiji’s entire naked body. After showering, Seiji toweled off, and changed into his school’s uniform, but noticed something odd when he was trying to get his right sleeve on.

“What the?!! Damn it, what’s going on here?” asked Seiji, trying to pull his sleeve over so Midori could be out. However, for the reason, there was something bulgy keeping Seiji’s girl-hand from slipping easily through. “Midori, cut it out!” barked Seiji.

“I’m not doing anything!” went Midori’s muffled voice. It was then something hit Seiji and he made one mighty pull, Midori popping right out.

“Um…Midori, don’t get offended or anything…this isn’t an easy question for any man to ask a girl…but do you think you may have…put on a little weight?”

WHAM!!!

“OW!!! That’s why its so hard!!!” growled Seiji, rubbing his bump on the head with his regular left hand.

“Seiji, that’s so rude!” shouted Midori, blushing. She turned in annoyance, before examining herself. Sure enough, Seiji had a point: Midori’s belly was getting pretty chubby and her breasts had grown a little bigger. Her arms had also developed a little flab and jiggled a bit when she moved them. Midori’s concern only grew when she tried to throw on her “I (heart) Seiji” shirt and it was feeling really tight. “I don’t understand…I didn’t have a weight problem before I became your hand,”

“Hmm…” thought Seiji, considering what could have changed.

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(Flashbacks)

“Wow! This ice cream is huge!” smiled Midori, licking the giant ice cream cone she was holding between her tiny hands. “I love chocolate banana soft serve!”
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“Nothing like eating with the person you love!” smiled Midori as she ate eel donburi (a Japanese rice bowl dish) by holding each chopstick in her hands. To her, the eel slices were the size of blankets and the pieces of rice hand dumbbells.

“Yeah, yeah…” sweat dropped Seiji, knowing Midori was making too much of things again.
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“Man, my feet are killing me,” said Seiji, rubbing his foot after a day of track running at school.

“That was quite refreshing with the wind in your hair!” smiled Midori; she had not actually ran, but rode on Seiji’s wrist like she always did.

(End Flashbacks)

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“Eating food portioned for normal sized people…and the fact I carry her around instead of her getting exercised could be it…” thought Seiji sweat dropping.

“I can’t go out like this!” whined Midori, “And I look so terrible for you, Seiji!”

“You’re going wrapped up as always, idiot!” growled Seiji, stuffing Midori into his sleeve and wrapping up the top of her head in bandages so it would look like his right hand was recovering from something.

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Later, at Sakura-Damon High…

Osamu Miyahara, Seiji’s best friend, ran to Seiji and smiled, “Yo, Sawamura!”

“Hey Miyahara,” said Seiji, the two walking to class. Miyahara then noticed Seiji’s right hand and blinked.

“Hey Sawamura, did you bump your hand again? Its looking really round and puffy,” said Miyahara, before Seiji’s right hand suddenly whapped Miyahara on the side.
“OW! What was that for?!!!”

Seiji gulped and said, “Uh…my hand slipped. Sorry about that,”

Miyahara grumbled, “Don’t do that, my man. Your Devil’s Right Hand will never heal if you keep abusing it when its in recovery,”

“Right. Excuse me for a second,” said Seiji, holding his right arm close to his chest. He dashed into the bathroom, just as Takako Ayase was coming from around the corner. She managed to catch him ducking into the bathroom.

“Sawamura!” thought Ayase with a blush, running to the door. She would wait for him outside, planning to “bump” into him as he comes out as she passes. It was another of Ayase’s schemes to pick up Seiji.

Inside the bathroom, Seiji was getting angry with Midori’s outburst against Miyahara.

“Sheesh! You didn’t have to hit Miyahara! He wasn’t saying you were fat!” shouted Seiji.

“I’m sorry, Seiji. I lost my head there,” said Midori, softly.

“All this talk about fat girls! Why can’t you girls just accept it when you got a little weight on you?!!! It doesn’t certainly bother me!!!” roared Seiji, “Look at Ayase! She’s not a model figure, but she’d look great even if she got fat! I wish you just have more confidence instead of mopes about being a fat girl!”

Little did Seiji know, Ayase had overheard his yelling…or rather part of it. What she heard was:

“Fat girls…why can’t girls…accept weight…? Ayase…model figure…she’d…look fine…if she got fat. I wish….fat girl,”

“WHAT?!!!” thought Ayase, hearing what she thought Seiji said. Her mind then put two and two together. “Sawamura…likes fat girls?!!!” she thought, stepping away from the boy’s room door. Ayase thought about it more and more, and then came to a conclusion. “That’s it! That’s why Sawamura never noticed me! I’m too skinny for his tastes! I have heard of guys these days loving girls being big and fat,” thought Ayase, “Hmm…” She looked at her petite figure, and thought, “It’s going to hurt having to give this up…but then again, I never was one for appearances only. And its for Sawamura!”

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During lunch break…

Ayase had ran over to a fast food restaurant, and stood in line, looking over the menu above the register.

“Next!” went the cashier, as Ayase came up.

“Uh, yes…I’ll have a number one with a five piece number four, and I’ll have a big chocolate milkshake to drink. I also would like a side order number three…and could it all be maxi-sized?” asked Ayase.

“Umm…you really going to eat all that?” asked the cashier, before Ayase flashed him the money. “Oh…what do I care?” he said, giving Ayase her order.

“This is all junk…but I’ll expand myself on better food later,” thought Ayase, digging into her meal. She unwrapped the big burger and bit into it, feeling the hot meaty juices sting her tongue. Ayase swallowed the mouthful of meat, and she took a drink from her large milkshake. Once Ayase had polished off the burger, she popped open the carton of chicken nuggets and popped them into her mouth one by one, alternating with sips from her milkshake. Ayase could feel her belly full and started to press against her uniform, but she thought about Seiji and reached for the curly fries she ordered.
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Meanwhile…

“Ugh…ugh…ugh…” went Midori, trying in vain to do some pushups to get back into shape. However, since she lacked legs in her current state, she couldn’t fully stretch out and was pushing on her big belly.

“I think you’re going to have to come up with a better way than that, Midori,” said Seiji, munching on a sandwich.

“You’re right…” said Midori with a sigh, “I just can’t eat anymore…” These words made Seiji drop his sandwich.


“What?!!!” shouted Seiji.

“If I keep eating, I’m going to get fatter and fatter! Face it, Seiji! I can’t run! I can’t do push-ups! I can’t jump rope! Not as long as I’m your hand…and if I keep getting bigger…” began Midori.
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“Hey look…Mad Dog Sawamura’s hand is a blob!” laughed a voice, as a crowd surrounded Seiji with a blob-like Midori, having busted out of his sleeve. She was holding her plushy arms over her big exposed breasts. A mortified Seiji fell over from the exasperation caused by the jeering and ridicule from the crowds.
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“Stop it, Midori. Don’t do something crazy,” said Seiji, worried.

“Maybe if I eat very small portions, I won’t get so fat. Hey, maybe I can even try…” began Midori.

SLAP!!!

Midori’s cheek was red from Seiji’s hand hitting it (Or rather two of his fingers)

“Cut this out, Midori! I already told you it doesn’t bother me if you’re fat!” shouted an angry Seiji. “I care about you, not what you look like!”

“Seiji?” went Midori, surprised.

Seiji sighed, “Long ago, maybe I did think like other guys. But several years without a girlfriend made me realize the girls I liked out of their looks weren’t that great. They ran away from me just by judging what they saw…an angry, yelling, violent punk,”
Midori was shocked, but listened further to what Seiji said. “I didn’t want to be like that…judging people from what I saw…that’s why what’s inside is more important to me than what’s outside,”

“Seiji…” went Midori, blushing.

“If you want to lose some weight, try it in a sane way. Don’t do something that can harm you…I really don’t like to see you hurt,” said Seiji, looking serious. His serious look was then overpowered when Midori hugged his cheek and kissed it.

“I love you, Seiji!” smiled Midori, kissing Seiji again.

“Ah, cut it out!” growled an embarrassed Seiji, feeling Midori’s tiny, yet still noticeable breasts against his cheek as well as her chubby belly.

“Sawamura!!!”

“That voice,” said Seiji, before thrusting Midori into his uniform’s jacket. He turned to see a cute-looking young boy in a different school uniform than Seiji. “Umm…hi…you’re…”

“Kota. Kota Shingyoji,” said the boy, “I’m in Midori’s class, remember?”

“Right, right,” said Seiji, remembering. Midori hid closely inside of Seiji’s jacket, not wanting Kota to see her like this. “What’s up?”

“I was visiting Midori’s house again. This time, her mom actually let me inside. It’s weird though…” said Kota, sitting down next to Seiji. “Midori’s gotten…well…”

“What?” asked Seiji.

“Well, since we’re both guys…she’s gotten kind of…fat,” said Kota, before Seiji’s right elbow bumped into Kota’s side. “OW!!! What?”

“Slipped,” said Seiji, reaching into his jacket with his left hand and giving Midori a little bonk on the head.

Kota rubbed his bumped side, and said, “Well, when I saw Midori, she really swelled like a balloon. I think she must weigh over 300 lbs,”

“Huh?” went Seiji, noticing a similar thing in the miniature Midori that had replaced his right hand. Midori’s real body was back at her house in some kind of comatose state.

Kota then said, “Yeah, I know its weird. The doctor is theorizing that maybe Midori’s coma is somehow causing Midori’s fat cells to multiply to survive over long periods without nourishment,”

“Or maybe whatever this Midori has been eating is effecting the other,” thought Seiji, feeling Midori’s excess fat rolls as she wiggled around in his coat against his body.

Kota then blushed, “But still…Midori’s still cute…even fat,”

“What?” thought Midori, hearing this.

“I mean, you seen Midori, right?” asked Kota, to which Seiji nodded definitely. “Well, don’t you think she’d be cute at any size?”

Seiji blushed in embarrassment and went, “Wuh-wuh-well…sure…I guess. I mean…sure, I like a good-looking girl naturally…but I don’t obsess on it,”

“He‘s right,” smiled Midori, blushing.

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Later, back at Seiji’s house…

“Thank goodness. Your sleeve is getting a might too small for me, Sweet Seiji,” said Midori, popping out of Seiji’s sleeve.


“It’s not the sleeve being so small…” sweat dropped Seiji, before Midori dragged him over to the pantry where she grabbed a cookie from a box and began eating. “Huh? This morning you were obsessing about how you were getting fat…now you’re eating a cookie?”

Midori nodded with a smile, before saying, “Well, I can’t exactly run, Seiji. I’ll do what I can, but if I’m going to be fat, I’m not going to let it bother me,”

Seiji then smiled, “Well, that’s good to hear,”
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Two weeks later after Spring Break…

“Back to school, Seiji! Hurry, hurry!” shouted Midori, wearing bandages almost completely over her body. She had grown too fat to fit in Seiji’s sleeve anymore, so he took to wearing his jacket with the sleeves hanging out. Midori was to wear bandages completely to hide Seiji’s secret. However, they were still away from the school, so Midori didn’t need it over her arms or head. Midori’s belly and waistline had gotten so big, they were overtaking Seiji’s wrist. Her breasts had gone up in cup size, becoming big and noticeable (for her size). Midori’s arms were quite chubby now, so Midori was pumping tiny doll dumbbells to plateau her gain anyway possible. Her face looked it had been stung by a bee, with large chubby cheeks and a double-chin. If Midori was regular sized and had her bottom half, she’d likely would have weighed 400 lbs.

Seiji was in such a hurry to school, he didn’t happen to watch where he was going and bumped into a large, soft mass.

“Hey, move a little faster, ok?!!!” shouted Seiji, the impact causing him to fall on his butt.

“Sawamura?”

“Huh?” went Seiji, the figure he had bumped into turning around to reveal herself as Ayase. However, Ayase’s new diet to impress Seiji had made her into a grand fat girl. Ayase’s belly now was so big and round, her shirt was stretched to the limit to cover it. Her butt had expanded in size and width, looking like she would need two chairs to sit on for comfort. Ayase’s skirt had difficulty covering her large butt and her huge flabby thighs that rubbed together as she waddled. Her breasts had gone two cup sizes, and her face developed chipmunk cheeks and a double-chin. “Ayase?” went Seiji, “You look…wow…”

“He’s impressed!” thought Ayase, using her hand to cover her smile of triumph. “Of course, he’ll play it smooth and ask me out to something simple like lunch…but I got him in the bag!” Ayase felt proud of all the eating she had done: all the stuffing sessions, all the buffets, all the asking for thirds and fourths.

Seiji then heard the school bell and went, “Oh! Got to go! Nice seeing ya, Ayase!” With that, he dashed off.

“…What just happened here…?!!!” shouted Ayase in shock. “Maybe the school bell distracted him! Or maybe I’m not big enough! I’ll win your heart yet, Sawamura!” With that, Ayase waddled after Seiji.


Illustration by Revolver.