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Kouhai’s Christmas
The office lady leaned back in her side of the booth with a sigh. She and her senpai had just landed a new client for the company, and they were out celebrating. Her head felt so warm and fuzzy from beer and sake that she didn’t even mind the way her skirt was digging into her tummy. She’d bought a whole new set of suits and shirts in October, and she was determined to make these last longer than the last batch. But celebrating was celebrating, and the restaurant had such great food. She wasn’t as stuffed as she’d been at the Oktoberfest, or packed to bursting like after her Thanksgiving stream, but her poor belly was definitely full.
It was all because of her friend. Rikei had run into them around the time she was starting to feel a good buzz, and her senpai invited the glasses-wearing woman to join them. The scientist proceeded to order her own round of plates and platters “to share,” most of which ended up pushed in front of the woman.
How could she refuse?
Now her head was swimming, and her body felt tight—squeezed like an overfilled sausage by her office clothes. Her senpai was telling her friend about their big sale.
“…that cafe. They wear these uniforms…”
“Oh!” The woman said. “They’s shuper –hic– cute!”
Something shifted in her shirt, and she clutched her hands to her chest.
“What’s wrong?” Rikei asked.
She’d popped a button off her shirt, but it had been over her breasts, not her tummy. She couldn’t remember that happening since her college days. “My button…”
Rikei’s cheeks brightened, and her analyzing eyes locked onto the woman’s dress shirt. “I don’t see any missing…”
The woman pawed and tugged at her shirt. The missing button was one of the hidden ones meant to keep any gaps closed. To her dismay, she felt it slide out of her untucked shirt and down to the floor. She had to find it.
She slid down in her seat, the table edge brushing against her full tummy and squeezing it tighter. Then she felt the table bump against the undersides of her breasts, making all the dishes clatter. Rikei and her senpai grabbed for things that had spilled.
“What are you doing?” Senpai hissed.
The woman pushed herself back into the bench. She couldn’t go that way. She slid out of her seat and dove under the table amidst her friends’ cries of protest. There, between Senpai’s shiny shoes, was her prize.
“Hooray!” She clutched the button to her chest, sitting up until something smacked the top of her head.
“Ow, ow, ow…”
Why was the room so spinny? And why was the stupid table so low? She had to get back into her seat.
The woman reached for the bench in front of her and pulled herself upward. People were making strange noises. It was a tight squeeze, but she forced her chest through the tight space and saw…
“Senpai…? What are you doing on this side?”
“You were on the other side,” Senpai grunted.
“Oh… hehe shorry…”
She tried to slip back under the table, but her breasts were stuck… in Senpai’s lap. She pulled and tugged, her chest brushing the smooth fabric of his pants.
“Stop that…!” Senpai’s voice was weird and gaspy.
“But I’m stuck,” she whined.
Rikei laughed. “Here, both of you hold still.” She slid off the bench. “Now shift to the side, together, slowly…”
When she was finally back in her seat, the woman hung her head, her face blazing. “Can we get more sake?” She mumbled.
“I think you’ve had enough,” Rikei said. “But this does give me any idea…”
***
Rikei stood in the alley around the corner from the cafe when she saw the employee approach her. The cute little redhead clutched a bag to her chest, eyes darting this way and that as if she were doing something illegal.
“Yo,” Rikei called.
The girl looked her way in terror, then relaxed a fraction. “We only had one in the size you requested. I hope no one notices…”
“I’m paying for it, aren’t I?”
She clutched the bag tighter. “Yeah, but… we’re not really supposed to…”
Rikei put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Hey. Breathe.” She waited a count of five while the redhead calmed. “I really appreciate this—my friend’s going to love it.”
The girl’s blue-green eyes sparkled. “It’s that business lady, right? She’s so mature and put-together…”
Mature and put-together were not ways Rikei would describe her friend. Giddy and chaotic would be more accurate descriptors. Her mind replayed the Halloween party a few weeks ago. Her friend had eaten so many sweets that she blew a button off her costume. If by mature, the girl meant “ripe…”
“Yeah, it’s her Christmas present. She does cosplay and loves your cafe.”
“Really!?”
Rikei nodded and handed the girl a stack of bills. It had taken three times what the uniforms cost to convince her.
The girl took the money and handed over the bag. “Thank you so much. They’re getting so expensive…”
“Eh?”
The girl’s cheeks turned bright pink. “Oh, never mind! Um… have a nice day!”
The girl spun on her dark leather shoes and trotted away, leaving Rikei to call “Merry Christmas!” at her back.
***
Bing, bong
The man brushed his hands on his apron before answering the door. The sight of his kouhai standing on the balcony made his breath catch. Unbidden, his mind cast back to a similar day over a year earlier. While they and most of their coworkers were working from home, she’d come to his apartment so the two of them could work together more efficiently. The kouhai who’d appeared at his door all those months ago was half the woman who smiled up at him now.
It wasn’t as if her increased size was a shock or surprise—he’d seen her at the office only two days ago. That first day of remote work, she’d shown up dressed for the office in a navy blue skirt suit. The suit she wore when he last saw her was similar, but was the latest in a series of “upgrades.” She never talked about it with him, but it was a senpai’s responsibility to pay special attention to his kouhai. He’d watched her suits get replaced by larger and larger sizes over the past year.
“Merry Christmas, Senpai!”
“Mmm. Merry Christmas. Please, come in.”
She wasn’t wearing her suit now. Under her unbuttoned coat, his blue-eyed kouhai was covered from neck to hips with a fuzzy sweater in deep scarlet, very fitting for the holiday. It was also enormous. He tried to picture the woman from a year ago wearing it, swimming in knit wool all the way to her ankles. Tonight, it hugged every curve. Her full breasts, wide hips, and rounded belly pressed against the material. The wool was so fuzzy and thick that it seemed to add extra centimeters to every enticing dimension.
Enticing wasn’t the word. Not the right word at all. He was her senpai. Such a word was wholly inappropriate. Alluring? No, that was worse. Plump? He could already see the red handprint on his face. Overfed? Well, that was accurate, if no less dangerous. He hoped he’d made enough food, especially with that other woman joining them.
“May I take your coat?”
“Oh! Thank you…”
She turned away from him and spread her arms, waiting for him to remove her coat. Heat rose in his cheeks, and his hands trembled as his knuckles brushed the fuzzy wool above her shoulders. Shaking his head to calm himself, he threaded a hanger under her coat and hung it beside his own.
“I put some cookies…”
As the man turned, he saw that the woman had already plopped herself down beside his kotatsu. She held a half-devoured cookie in one hand and was petting his cat with the other. All her attention was on the cat and keeping her cookie well out of reach. The man sighed, but instead of exasperation, he felt oddly content. Something about the scene was comforting, normal.
Bing, bong
Before he had a chance to dwell on that thought, he was helping Rikei with her coat. She bounded over to his kouhai and held out a paper-wrapped package.
“Merry Christmas!”
“Huh? For me?”
Rikei nodded.
“But I didn’t get you anything…”
“Never mind that—just open it!”
Needing no further encouragement, she tore into the package. The man perched on the edge of his couch. The paper revealed a bundle of white and blue fabric that looked vaguely familiar.
“The cafe uniform? But how?”
Rikei beamed. “Go try it on.”
His kouhai dashed off to the bathroom, and Rikei plopped onto the couch beside him.
“Where did you get that?”
Her mouth turned up at one side. “I have my ways. It’s a present for you, too, after all.”
“For me!?”
“You’re not fooling anyone, you know.”
“It’s not like that! We’re just cowork—“
“For such a big shot businessman, you can be a real idiot sometimes.”
“What are you—“
His kouhai was back. The cafe uniform fit her like a glove. The apron cinched tight around her middle, not quite hiding the curve of her tummy. But the shoulder straps framed her chest, making her breasts look even bigger. Without warning, his mind replayed the memory of her first day at the office. She’d been remarkably busty even then, but her size now made her former curves seem modest.
“How do I look, Senpai?” She asked, beaming. “Does it suit me?”
The man’s head buzzed despite his being completely sober. “It’s, ahem, very nice. I need to check on the roast!”
***
Rikei snuggled into her blankets, her belly full and her body warm from Christmas wine. That “Senpai” was a pretty good cook, even if he was a blind idiot. He didn’t deserve her beautiful friend…
She lies in bed, reading a scientific journal, as thumping footsteps grow louder outside her door.
“Rikeiiiii, we’re all out of food!”
The office lady is enormous. At least 110kg. Her hips nearly brush the door frame, her belly pooches out full and round, but her breasts… They’re beyond any letter sizes, squeezing through the door ahead of her.
“H-how much did you eat?”
“I ate everything, but I’m still hungry…”
Rikei sees a box of donuts resting on the pillow beside her. “Come here, then.”
The woman waddles to the bed, her enormous breasts quiver and quake with each step. As she crawls onto the bed, they hang full and fat from her chest, reaching all the way to the blankets. She looms over Rikei, meters of flesh pressing down on her.
Rikei plucks a donut from the box. Her friend opens her mouth. “Aaahh…”
She raises the donut to the woman’s mouth, and it vanishes between her teeth in a single bite. She chews for mere seconds, and as she swallows, her body grows. Rikei watches in astonishment as her friend plumps in all directions, seeming to gain over a kilogram from a single donut.
She feeds her another.
One by one, Rikei presses donuts into her friend’s mouth. By the sixth, her friend’s breasts fill the space between them, each larger than the pillow beneath her head. The woman’s arms wobble, then she collapses on top of her. Rikei grunts as the weight of those breasts presses her into the mattress. But the box is still full, so she keeps feeding her.
Larger and larger her friend grows, covering Rikei’s entire upper body with glorious oppai. They creep toward the edges of the bed, and still she eats. They lift her head further and further upward, and still Rikei feeds.
Rikei loses count. The donut box seems endless. Her friend fills the mattress. Rikei struggles to breathe. They’d never fit her friend back out through the bedroom door.
“Are… you full… yet?” Rikei gasps.
Her friend simply opens her mouth.
Rikei shoves another donut into it.
The bedframe cracks. She is falling…
Rikei bolted upright in bed, covered in sweat and panting.
On the nightstand, her phone glowed. She tapped it open and saw a photo of a grinning young man, holding a grade report and making a peace sign.
“Merry Christmas, Sensei! I passed my exams, and it’s all thanks to you!”
She’d been his tutor at the university some months ago. She made a joking promise about his “reward” if he passed all his classes. Rikei decided it was time to focus her attention on someone other than her hungry friend.