Chapter 3 - Zuki

My head was ringing and my mouth felt as if something had died inside it. I couldn’t quite recall anything after the first cup of sake, although I knew it wasn’t the last one. I never was much of a drinker, easy to get drunk and always suffering from horrible hangovers. My head rang again. It took me way too much time to realize it wasn’t ringing in my head, rather that it was someone at the door. I wanted to ignore it, but the hellish sound cut inside my brain like rusty nails and forced me to do something about it. Slowly I rose to my feet, my stomach wobbling inside me with nausea. Only half awake, I put on a night robe that was once loose and roomy, but now barely large enough to close around my chest. The doorbell rang again and I pressed my hands against the sides of my head. “Why me?” I whined out loud. “What did I do to deserve such a torment?” My legs felt as if they were made from jello as I was stumbling my way to the door. At last I made it there and opened the door before the person on the other side could ring the bell again. In my hurry, I didn’t quite think through my position. The door slapped my breasts painfully and I cried out, letting go of the doorknob. The door slammed close again. Massaging my chest with one hand, I opened the door once again with much more caution this time. I managed to open it without any more trouble, revealing the person who was torturing me by ringing the bell. It was a familiar looking young girl I couldn’t quite place in my current state, who apparently gained some pounds recently and her clothes weren’t large enough to fully cover her bulging belly. I, of course, was in no position to comment on anyone’s weight.
“H-hello?” I greeted her nervously, unsure what it was about.
“Hello, my name is Himiko and I work for Kana-san in the restaurant.”
That’s where I know her from!
“The boss thought you might appreciate this.” She said, handing me a box.
I took it from her, immediately noticing how warm to the touch it was. I looked at her, raising my eyebrow. “What is it?”
“Kana-san thought you’d appreciate a breakfast designed to help alleviate the effects of hangover. You drank quite a bit last night.” She said, smiling.
I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. “I-I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble!” I yelped, hanging my head in shame.
“Not at all!” Himiko waved her hand. “On the contrary, Kana-san is looking forward to seeing you for lunch today!”
“For lunch? I-I don’t…” Then it hit me and I recalled the deal we struck before everything disappeared in an alcohol-induced haze. “Oh, right! I-I guess I’ll see you there as well. T-Thank you for… this.” I said, uncertainly.
“No problem!” Himiko smiled. “See you later, Zuki-san.”

On unsteady legs I made my way to the living room and sat down in the armchair. It feels smaller than yesterday. I thought, feeling my hips press against the armrests. I’m hungover… My mind must be playing tricks on me. I stopped thinking about it and opened the box instead. What I found was exactly what I needed. An eggroll, with a ton of greasy bacon and nice, homemade loaf of bread. I knew it probably wasn’t good for my diet, but I felt awful and the food smelt amazing, so I didn’t even start questioning it and started to eat without hesitation. The meal was made to perfection. Kana-chan really knows what she’s doing! The eggroll was just right, every bite of bacon tasted like a little piece of heaven and the bread was the best bread I tasted in my entire life. What was more important, by the time I finished, any sign of hangover disappeared and I was smiling with delight. Ahh, that was amazing! Contented, I placed my hands on my middle, feeling them sink into the soft flesh. My smile disappeared. Oh my! What have I done to myself?!


I looked down, but as always I couldn’t see anything past my breasts. Are they bigger? No, my mind must be playing tricks on me… There’s no way I could get bigger overnight, right? Slowly I rose to my feet, determined to check with the mirror in what state I really was. It wasn’t as easy as I expected, because the armrests were unwilling to let go of my butt without a fight. Gosh, I really have to be bigger! I unfastened the night robe and dropped it to the floor where I stood. Mostly naked, I jiggled to the bathroom, feeling the effects of every step I made. At last I made it to the full length mirror and had the chance to take a look at the damage I made. I look so huge! I placed both of my hands beneath my left boob and tried to lift it, my hands disappearing under the soft flesh in the process. It’s so heavy! Even heavier than yesterday! I thought, blushing. Slowly, I lowered my boob, knowing too well how painful it would be to just drop it. I touched my softening middle, pinching an inch of flab. Was it this soft yesterday? I wasn’t sure and at this point, I didn’t really want to know anymore. I needed to up my game, working out, but to get the opportunity I had to be pregnant. To look pregnant. I corrected myself. To achieve that, I had to go to Kana’s restaurant and since I had nothing else in my plans, apart from wallowing in my own misery, I decided it would be better to get dressed and head there immediately. I didn’t bother with checking my lower half, after all, I could feel how my thighs rubbed against each other with every step. I took a quick shower and then put on my largest clothes. They feel so tight! They used to be loose when I got them… I can’t imagine how they could fit once I eat my way to fake pregnancy. I was heading to a terrible realization. If I was to pretend I was pregnant for the entire month, I was going to need some new clothes. Clothes that could accommodate my stomach filled to the brim. Clothes, I could barely afford. Luckily I knew about a maternity store near to where I lived with acceptable prices. It would still be a big hole in my budget, but I thought I could manage buying a dress or two.


Before heading out, I put a sports bra and yoga pants inside a bag, so I had something to change into at the gym. Both pieces of clothing were in the dire need of replacement as well, but chose not to think about that. As long as I can fit inside, they work. And the plan is to get a little smaller each and every day, so they should fit better as time goes on. A towel and shower gel joined the clothes inside my bag and then I was ready for the day, ready to head out.

Walking down the street I realized just how out of shape I really was. Sitting on my butt in the tiny home office every work day left me in horrible condition and even just walking made me out of breath these days. I wasn’t this out of breath a month ago… it’s this extra weight! I thought, poking the muffin top my pants gave me. It’s about time I started to do something about it. I smiled, surprisingly confident. It won’t take long and I’ll be back to my ideal weight!

“Hello, how may I help you?” The clerk in the store greeted me.
I blushed. “H-hello.” I stuttered. For some reason I felt quite embarrassed just by walking inside the maternity store. Probably because I wanted to buy some clothes there for myself. “I-I’m just looking. Thanks.”
“I’m here if you need anything!” The clerk said, smiling brightly. I found her a bit unnerving. She was almost a full head shorter than I was and since she was very skinny as well, I wouldn’t be surprised if I was more than twice her weight. I blushed, remembering stepping on the scale yesterday. I'm 98 kilos, I'm definitely more than twice her weight! Trying to forget about her, I started to wander through the aisles of clothing. Soon I started to notice a pattern I wasn’t thrilled about. None of the clothes I saw so far were made to fit my figure. Even the larger clothes seemed to be made for far more petite women, especially when it came to the chestal area. Defeated, after my unsuccessful search, I made my way back to the tiny clerk. “Excuse me. I-I seem to have a little trouble finding what I’m looking for.”
“What are you looking for?”
“I-I, uh… my, uh sister is looking for a dress and… she’s pregnant!” I turned redder. “She’s a bit larger up top… like me.” I gestured towards my chest that was straining my top.
“I see. And how far along would you say she is?”
I shrugged and started to show just how big ‘my sister’s’ belly is.
The clerk nodded. “That’s going to be difficult… Let me take a look.” She said, before disappearing between the clothes.

The clerk returned a minute later, carrying three large dresses. “I’m not worried about your sister’s baby bump, the dresses are stretchy in the middle, but the size of her chest might be a problem. Would you mind trying those dresses for me?”
“Uh… sure.” I nodded. We headed to a cabin then and I tried on the dresses. None of them fit over my chest. I told the clerk the bad news, beginning to accept I would have to order online from overseas, which was another slight against my poor wallet.
“We could sew the dress you want, but we would need your sister to come by.”
“She can’t! I-it’s supposed to be a present!” I lied.
“Hmm… Would it be ok if we took your measurements then? You said you two are quite similar in the bust.”
“I-I don’t see why not. When will it be ready?”
“It would only take a day or two and we could send it to your home.”
“That sounds… great!”
The clerk ushered me to the cabin and took out a tape measure. While the cabin was quite spacious, made to accommodate pregnant customers, it still felt a bit crowded between my large chest and the overly helpful clerk.
“Would you mind putting down your top?”
I did mind a little, never too comfortable in undressing around people, but I did it anyway, revealing the overfilled bra, crying for an upgrade as well. I felt my cheeks burning and I was grateful the clerk didn’t address it. What she did however, was that she wrapped her tape measure around my chest and whistled, when she got a number.
“146 centimeters! That's how tall I am! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone this big!”
I couldn’t possibly get any redder.
“Could I take a selfie with you? I mean you look amazing! You’re a pornstar, aren’t you? That’s why you went with those huge-ass tits, right?”
My previous thought turned out to be false and my cheeks reached the color of a tomato. “I… What? No!” I breathed out.
“Why would you want such huge boobs then?”
“They’re real!”
“No way!” The clerk exclaimed and started to grope my breasts. “Fuck me! They really feel real!”
“S-stop it, please!” I whined, pathetically. Why does it always happen to me? It’s like I’m a magnet for weird people!
“Sorry.” The clerk said, not looking sorry in the slightest. Then she grabbed the tape measure again. She didn’t comment on any other of my measurements and I was really glad for it. While measuring me, she did seem to ‘accidentally’ touch my breasts more than once however as if she was trying to feel for an implant, and so I knew this was the last time I ever visited this store.

With nowhere else to be, I headed to Kana’s restaurant. It was still quite early, but I was really hungry for some reason. I arrived early, half an hour before the restaurant was officially opening, but Himiko must have seen me through the glass and let me in.
“Zuki-san! I’m so glad you made it! Take a seat, I’m gonna let Kana-san know that you arrived.” After a bit of hesitation, I took my place at the same table as yesterday. I really hope this plan doesn’t backfire…