Commission: Tatsuki Arisawa Part 2

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Tatsuki wasn’t lucky enough to have the box of cookies be the only snack she had that day at school. Despite her best intentions, her lunch wasn’t the most lenient she could have had. Her salad was quickly negated by the fries, chicken sandwich, and two orders of chocolate pudding she ordered to go with it. But, school lunches had never been the healthiest things out there, she reasoned, and she’d be able to cook something better when she got home that day. Even after lunch, her stomach had some urges for food before the last school bell even rang. All the treats and fatty foods she’d had lately had begun to stretch her stomach further than normal, and her appetite was healthier because of it. Everyone seemed to know it too, even the teacher made a vague remark to the class about how they offered chairs where the desk wasn’t directly attached. That made her upset, she wasn’t fat enough to get wedged in her seats yet.

‘Yet’. That was the word that weighed on her the most. If she wasn’t careful, soon she’d need that new desk, along with a new wardrobe. As she gathered her books and stood up from her chair, her belly brushed against the table, and Tatsuki grimaced. She’d have a better dinner, and then she’d be set to get healthy again. Maybe there’d be a point where her diet would equalize itself out, and she’d reach a point where she stopped gaining weight, even with the daily snacks.

Or, as she found out upon getting home, twice-daily. Sitting on the steps of her house was another box, the same as always. Once again, no signature or name, just the simple heart to indicate the giver’s intentions. Tatsuki took a deep breath and opened it up, wondering what was inside this time. Brownies, her favorite. There was one in her mouth before she even realized it. It was almost impossibly moist, and gooey. Looking in the box, she discovered it must have been a special serving just for her. There was a small ‘T’ imprinted in the large serving, made out of a cream cheese icing that looked heavenly. Since Tatsuki had already finished the first piece she’d placed in her mouth, she tried a piece with the icing, and confirmed her suspicions about its taste.

She continued to eat the box of brownies as she made her way inside the house and took off her shoes. The girl placed her bookbag on a chair and sat down on the couch to finish her snack. It really was incredible how tasty they were. There were little chunks of dark chocolate littered throughout the treats, and despite having had a big lunch, she still felt hungry even after having half of the box. She laid down on the sofa and put her feet up on the edge, turning on the tv with one hand as she ate the brownies with the other. Tatsuki laid like this for a while, forgetting about the woes of her diet and instead just enjoying the martial arts movie on television. The brownies continued to settle in her stomach until the box was empty, and the gluttonous girl licked a bit of leftover fudge from her fingers.

“Oof, those things were good,” she said, letting out a breath she’d been holding in. Tatsuki looked between her breasts to stare at her belly, seeing how puffed up it was from the boxful of sugar. “Ugh,” she groaned, rubbing her stomach to soothe the full sensation she felt. Tatsuki was about to get up when she yawned, stretching out on the couch. The action made her boobs push up high in the air, the swollen mounds stretching her shirt some. She let out a moan of contentedness, and turned to the side, to take what she considered to be a well-deserved nap, leaving the brownies to pack on their calories without any nasty physical movement getting in the way.

Tatsuki woke up several hours later with another yawn. The girl peered at the clock and rubbed her head in frustration. It was already dinnertime, and she hadn’t made any progress on her homework yet. She walked over to the chair where she had rested her backpack and grabbed what she needed, spreading everything over her desk. The black-haired chubby girl then entered the kitchen, hoping to find something that she could make quick. Unfortunately, everything she had that was healthy would have taken a long time to cook, and Tatsuki was hungry and in a rush to get her homework done.

“Hello, I’d like to place an order for delivery?” she said over the phone. Tatsuki decided ordering take-out was the best option. “An order of pork ramen, fried dumplings, oh, uh, white, no, brown rice.” Tatsuki felt her stomach rumble. “And some eggrolls as well. No, no I think that’ll be it. My address is-oh, you already have it? Ah, good, I guess. Sure, sounds great, thank you.” Tatsuki hung up the phone and pulled out the money to pay the delivery person, then sat down and got to work. She was only partway through her first assignment when the delivery came. Tatsuki paid the woman swifty and gathered her dinner, waving goodbye to the driver when she noticed something on her doorstep. Another one?

Tatsuki tried to ignore it this time. She already had enough food that she knew would be killer on her waistline, and didn’t need a dessert afterward. The girl almost managed to close the door when a thought came to her. There were sometimes stray dogs that wandered around sometimes, what if one of them ate the stuff inside? Surely it was made of chocolate. That was enough of an excuse for her to pick up the baked goods and bring it inside as well. Tatsuki had at least enough self-control to not open it, since there were hotter things that needed to be devoured first.

It was only after placing everything on a plate that she realized just how much food she had ordered. They even included a small order of grilled beef as thanks for ordering so much in one order. Tatsuki just piled everything onto her plate, figuring what she didn’t eat would just be covered in plastic and put in the fridge for later. Fifteen minutes later, the plate was spotless, so the point was moot anyway. Now rubbing an even fuller stomach, Tatsuki went to put her plate in the sink so it could soak, when the seductive aroma of the box hit her full force. Cautiously, she opened the box. This time the item inside was wrapped neatly in foil, and as she opened it, it was clear why. It was a big bowl of cherry cobbler, still steaming. She was incredibly touched by the care that went into making it for her, and didn’t think twice before bringing it over to her desk to eat it while she continued her homework.

The extra sugar from the snack helped Tatsuki avoid the food coma that her heavy meal of food was trying to give her, and kept her working on her homework until it was finished. Satisfied that she had finished everything as well as she could, Tatsuki gave herself a congratulatory pat on the back. Or she would have if trying to move her arm that far didn’t make her boobs push out in a way she wasn’t fond of. Instead she just put her things away and got ready to dispose of the box her cobber came in. That’s when she saw the small note on the bottom of the box.

‘Hope this made a nice dessert. Stay cute.’ It was a simple comment sure, but it brought a blush to Tatsuki’s cheeks all the same. She never really thought of herself as ‘cute’. Tatsuki had the box over the trash can, when she had a change of heart. The girl instead just placed it up on a shelf. She justified it by saying a box could always come in handy. Tatsuki gave a small chuckle, and then got to bed, her bed creaking as she fell atop it.

That’s the way things went for the next two weeks. The treats had gone from daily to multiple times a day, growing in frequency and the amount of food as well. In her locker, at her house, at her desk, she was finding some everyday, and Tatsuki was finding it harder and harder to care how or why someone was spending so much time to please her without giving her their name. All she knew was it must be somebody related to the school, it was the only way to explain how they got into her desk. A desk which, to her displeasure, had been replaced with one that would fit her huge frame.

She was wedged into it now, her fat pushing into the desk even as she sat a fair bit away from it. Tatsuki’s fat had really ballooned up over the last two weeks, and though the girl was afraid to step onto a scale, she wagered she had gained at least a hundred pounds from her constant snacking and overeating. The chair was woefully inadequate for her needs now. Each butt cheek hung off the edges, her rump having been engorged to the size of two pumpkins wedged together. It wasn’t just wide either, it stuck out like a spare shelf from her back. She knew from experience it could be used as one, already. Keigo had been smacked in the head when he jokingly balanced a can of soda on the doughy backside.

It was a miracle she had been able to find panties that fit her massive rear, though ‘fit’ may have been pushing it a bit. Her red panties were stretched over her rump so far that the elastic was close to crying, and she had long given up trying to walk without giving herself a wedgie. Packed underneath that butt was a set of thighs like jumbo-sized hams. By all appearances, she still had some muscle underneath, but it was covered up by pounds of cellulite that gave her legs an impressive marshmallow texture. If she wasn’t paying attention, Tatsuki sometimes waddled from how big her thighs were. Walking normally meant her legs had to rub together, and considering her panties were so tight that they showed some cameltoe, that tended to get distracting after enough of a distance had been walked.

Her rear may have been indecently-sized, and barely covered by the skirt that now hung down to only cover a third of her cheeks, but her shirt was in even worse condition. Tatsuki really regretted having such a full workload lately, she hadn’t gotten time to go out and buy a new uniform. She had been hoping that maybe one day her secret admirer would surprise her with a new uniform as a change of pace from the treats, but there had been no luck on that angle so far. So she was stuck wearing a shirt that was so small on her frame she could only bear to secure one button.

This meant her belly refused to be covered by any scrap of fabric she owned. Her school uniform was the worst about it though. Everything from her waistline to right below her breasts could be seen in all their glory. The amount of fat on her gut forced her stomach to form into rolls, which helped give the appearance that she stuffed herself constantly. Her love handles were thick and prominent, pressing into her arms every time she held them straight down. Even her back had softened and had a small layer of fat on it. Tatsuki was mortified every time she moved, as each step caused her belly to bounce around like it was made out of pure gelatin. She had reached a point where her stomach had stretched so much that she was rarely ever full, so her belly was constantly squishy. Even her arms had swollen up as well, her powerful biceps hidden behind chub that tightened her sleeves. 

But that was nothing compared to her breasts. The girl used to wrap her breasts occasionally, for something different and to really help cut back on the jiggle during karate. There was no way she could do that now, unless she wanted to go through meters of fabric each time. Instead she had to stick to her bras, but that was barely working either. Her bust had at least quadrupled in size, turning from handfuls a normal woman would be proud of, into a set of melons that would have made a bra model jealous. She was bigger than anyone she’d ever seen before, even larger than Rangiku, an exchange student who had shown up one day and made it clear she had no intentions of ever fully buttoning up her massive mammaries. Tatsuki would have if she could, but the girl had no choice but to go to school showing off the full amount of cleavage her knockers had to offer. She’d gone with a sports bra today, and placed it over her breasts in such a way that it covered her nipples and little else. If she placed it any higher, she risked either suffocating, or the bra breaking from the struggle of trying to contain her tits.

After class ended, Tatsuki begun the walk back to her locker. She didn’t even need anything from it today, but it had become part of her routine she simply couldn’t ignore. The girl smelled the cookies before she even got to the door, and in seconds a handful of the warm, chocolate snacks were in her hand. Compared to the box of cookies she had received two weeks ago, this one was three times as big, stuffed to the brim with cookies and another heart note. As she left the locker room, she saw her friends chatting outside.

“Hey, Orihime,” Tatsuki said to her orange-haired friend. She looked down at her hand to grab a cookie, and found she had already finished the ones she had snagged earlier. The rest were still in the box that was nestled carefully under her arm.

“Hi Tatsuki!” the cheerful girl said, as bubbly as ever.

“Oi, Tatsuki, don’t I get a hello, too?” Next to Orihime was her lesbian stalker Chizuru, who adjusted her glasses as she looked over at Tatsuki, who sighed.

“Hello Chizuru. What are you too doing?”

“I was asking Orihime if she wanted to join an after-school club, but we couldn’t figure out anything the both of us liked,” the redhead said with a shrug.

“Oh, uh, sorry to hear that,” Tatsuki said. She reached up to scratch her head as she came up with something to say, and heard the inevitable sound of her shirt tearing. Her arm had pulled the stitching too far, and the fabric underneath her armpit had ripped open. As she scrambled to try and fix it, she only made it worse, spreading the tear to her sleeve and towards the front of her shirt. She muttered something about faulty stitching and kept her arm close to the hole in an attempt to cover it up. Her face turned red as she realized she was now showing even more boob than before, and she was already showing more breastflesh than she’d let be seen in a bikini top. The other two girls stared at her as she tried to fix her shirt, apparently too embarrassed for her to say anything about it. “Maybe you should join the sewing club,” she finally managed to say, giving a nervous laugh.

“Mm, maybe,” Orihime said. “I’d ask if you wanted to join, but I saw the karate dojo is open again, so you’re probably going to go back to that, right” Tatsuki blushed more.

“Uh, right now I can’t really. I um, I can’t fit in the uniform anymore.”

“Ah, I see. Well then, maybe I should join the sewing club then, I can make you a bigger uniform!”

“The uniform isn’t the only problem,” Tatsuki said softly.

“Ooh, maybe you could join the sumo club instead, don’t really need to worry about a fitting uniform there,” Chizuru said. Tatsuki huffed, crossing her arms under her chest, causing the rip to spread further, and it pushed up her breasts as well. It pretty much had the opposite effect of what she wanted.

“Come on Chizuru, I know I’ve put on weight, but that’s not cool,” Tatsuki said.

“No, I mean it. I saw they were looking for new members,” Chizuru said, nodding her head. Tatsuki stared at her for a moment, and then laughed a bit, putting a hand on Chizuru’s shoulder. She left a few crumbs on the redheads shirt.

“Thanks Chizuru, I needed a laugh, been feeling a bit down lately.”

“Huh? Why, what’s wrong?” Chizuru asked. Orihime looked at Tatsuki for an explanation as well. 

“It’s, well, it’s nothing never mind,” Tatsuki said. “School work has just been killing me. Actually I should get home now, I want to get an early start on my homework assignment.”

“Oh, okay. Bye Tatsuki!”

“See ya later, I’ve got to get home too,” Chizuru said, waving goodbye to the others and going on her own way. Orihime walked with Tatsuki a while, until their paths needed to split. Once Orihime was gone, Tatsuki grabbed the box again and began to stuff her face, needing the comfort of the cookies after such an embarrassing conversation.

“Is that, mm, where I am now?” she asked herself between bites of cookies, each one able to fit into her mouth whole. “So fat I’m more fit for sumo than karate? Mmmph.” She put another cookie between her lips as she approached her home. One slipped out from her fingers and she bent forward to quickly grab it. That caused another rip in Tatsuki’s clothes, this time her skirt paid the price for her gluttony. By the time she got home to the sight of another box, there were only a handful of cookies left. She emptied it out into her grasp and dumped the empty container in the trash near her house. 

“Why does someone keep leaving me these treats everywhere? I just, I can’t help myself…” she said, before bending down and grabbing the box, causing yet another rip that threatened to make her skirt fall off. Swallowing the cookie in her mouth, she opened the box to see what was inside today. It was a surprisingly small tart, but at this point, small was still wider than a dvd case. But it wasn’t the delicious cherry treat that caught her attention, it was the note attached to the box.

‘It’s time for me to explain. Tomorrow at noon. I’ll confess everything.’ Tatsuki’s heart raced. She’d finally find out the culprit. The next day was Saturday, and she had every intention of making this appointment. She didn’t know what she wanted, or what she should expect. Maybe it was Ichigo, he’d always been terrible with ladies, leaving anonymous gifts seemed more his speed. Or one of her male friends…. Mizuiro loved to give treats to his dates, and Keigo had pulled that stunt with her butt earlier. Tatsuki would have to wait and find out tomorrow.

For now, there was a cherry tart that had her name on it. Written in chocolate.

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Tatsuki Arisawa from Bleach.

Part 2 of 3 of the Tatsuki Arisawa sequence.

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