Chapter 4

They found a tailor shop that apparently specialized in outsize clothing. An old lady greeted them with a cheerful: "Irashaimaseee!". It was still weird to him how there was nothing you could answer to it. So, they both just nodded and smiled politely in response. Upon entering the building, they got to admire a wall with photos of the biggest costumers. She pointed excited at one of the pictures: “Look! Isn’t this Yama?” “Yama?”, he asked confused. “Yeah, Yamamotoyama Ryuta! The famous sumo wrestler. Don’t tell me you never heard of him. “, she pointed her finger at the name underneath the photo. “Sorry, I don’t really care about wrestling”, he apologized.


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His co-worker explained the situation to the elderly woman. The shop owner eyed him from top to bottom, then she rushed to the back of the store to get a measuring tape. His colleague pulled him closer: "She says she needs to take your measurements, so you'll have to undress". The thought of stripping in front of a complete stranger made him a little uncomfortable, but he guessed it couldn't be helped. As the Japanese lady returned, she couldn't help but stare at him in shock. A surprised: „Deka—!" escaped her lips before she composed herself again and put her professional smile back on. Now she was all around him, mumbling to herself while taking measures of various parts of his body and writing the numbers down hectically. It made him nervous. His heart started beating faster. Did she think he was a greedy hog for eating himself this big? Was she disgusted by his fat body or just amazed by his sheer size?
After measuring his shoulder width, she wrapped the measuring tape around his chubby chest:" 132 cm! Some women would envy you for breasts that big". His co-worker giggled in response and groped one of his fleshy man tits. Her thumb was gently brushing over his sensitive nipple:" Yeah, he has beautiful moobs. I just wonder if he'll need a bra soon". The shop owner smiled a cautious smile trying not to humiliate her customer too much. His face still went red with embarrassment, but he also felt something tickle between his legs. "Maybe, a bra wouldn't be so bad", he thought to himself. His breasts had gotten quite heavy after all.
Next was his wide butt to be measured. He shuddered as the Japanese woman's nails slightly scratched his soft behind as she wrapped the tape around him. "143 cm! Ii oshiri, ne!", she praised the fat man while giving his ass an energetic slap. Startled, he flinched from her touch: „What’s she doing?!", he asked his co-worker irritated. The blonde girl laughed in response:" She just said that you have a nice ass". "Oh, okay...", he wiped some sweat off his forehead, then turned to the elderly woman:"ARigatoU. Thank you". Last but not least was his massive belly to be measured. The tailor tried to wrap the measuring tape around him, but the ends didn't quite meet. In a frustrated attempt to make them, she pressed it tightly around his fat gut. Now, he had even gotten too big to be measured properly. How embarrassing. This business trip really had done quite some damage to his waste-line. The tape cut painfully into his wobbly middle. "Ouch, that hurts! It's way too tight, stop it!", he complained. The Japanese woman stopped immediately and apologetically bowed:" Moushiwake gouzaimasen. I am very sorry. " She patted his enormous belly conciliatory. It growled sulkily in response. Then she disappeared in the back of the shop just to reappear with a seemingly longer tape. This time it fit around his fat gut. "171 cm!", the old lady proclaimed. Then she pressed her boney index finger into his soft middle:" But that's your empty belly, right? And you're probably full most of the time?" He nodded sheepishly. "Then I'll have to fill your stomach up to receive the correct measurements", she answered dutifully. Then she left the two foreigners alone again for a moment. He gave his co-worker a worried look. She noticed his concerned gaze:" What's wrong? Don't you like being fed?", she patted his hanging belly gently:"Your tummy really looks empty. You must be hungry. After all you only had breakfast today." He lay one hand onto his rumbly midsection:" Yeah, I could use some food, but I'm afraid the elderly lady is gonna stuff me until I pop. She seems so serious about this". The blonde woman responded with laughter to his concerns:" I don't think you're gonna pop that easily. Your stomach might just get stretched out a bit". Then she winked at him:" Don't worry too much about. I'm here to make sure you'll be alright." Their conversation was interrupted by the Japanese woman returning with something that seemed like a milk carton:" This is drinkable yogurt. It's a little thinner than normal yogurt. The probiotics will help improve your noisy stomach's digestion". He still didn’t seem too convinced, so the Japanese lady cheered on him: “Ganbatte! You got this!”. His belly growled in anticipation. It was just impossible for him to hold back around food, so he eagerly opened his mouth. The tailor slowly started pouring the carton’s content into him. He gulped it down fast enjoying the sweet taste of the yogurt. The package was emptied within seconds:" Uuurrrp! Oooff, excuse me. Phew, that was really good." His belly gurgled approvingly. " Could I have some more? You were right, I was really starving", now gluttony had taken over him again. The Japanese lady bowed and got the next carton. This time she was pouring faster and more forcefully. Even though he enjoyed being fed, he had to be careful not to spill something or choke as gravity pushed the fattening drink into his greedy gut " Uuurrrp! Oh my God, what a rush! Urrrp! Ugh, that felt so good, but I'm really getting full now.", he held his upper belly with both hands. It started to ache slightly from all the cold liquid being devoured so fast. The shop owner shook her head in disagreement" You're only comfortably full at this point. You can take one more liter". He looked at his colleague anxiously. The blonde girl came up to him and pressed a kiss on his lips:" I'm sure you can do it, big boy". Then she went behind him and placed her small hands on his sore sides: "Let me massage you for a bit. I'm sure it's gonna help you drink that last portion of yogurt". Her warm fingers pressing into his doughty flesh made him feel better immediately. He relaxed and released another deep belch. The elderly woman returned with the next yogurt carton. She poured it into his mouth while his belly was rubbed from behind. It was heavenly. All he had to do was swallow and swallow and swallow. He could feel his middle expand more and more. The thought of taking up even more space excited him... Suddenly the sharp pain in his stomach was back. He cradled his aching gut. It was rumbling so much too. Luckily the flow of sweet, thick liquid had stopped. The shop owner patted his packed middle approvingly:" Yoku ganbariamshita, ne. Good boy, you did well". Next, she wrapped the measuring tape around his beach ball belly:" 183 cm! You're my biggest costumer so far". He enjoyed the praise, but his overfull gut made him feel so heavy. His knees got weak; it was as if his massive belly was pulling him down. He groaned in pain:" Ow, I'm so full, I don't think I can stand any longer". Weightend down by his mighty stomach he sunk to his knees. At least the tatami floor was comfortable to kneel on. His blonde co-worker's hands roamed all over his overfed body:" Aww, you did so well! Let me give you a reward". She gently kissed his neck and playfully nibbled on his soft skin. It gave him goosebumps. He could feel her small, trained body press against his wobbly back. His hands guided hers towards his achingly stuffed belly:" Please... Hic!... I need you to help me digest all of this. I am so... Urrp!... full". She didn't need to hear that twice. Her palms were already gently rubbing circles over his bloated gut. She started with big motions all over his belly to then become narrower. Now her index finger was tracing small circles around his belly button. He looked up to her pleadingly:" Ughh, stop teasing me. I need you to put it in. Please make me even fuller". Her finger slowly slipped into his navel. He could feel her sinking into him deeper and deeper. At first it was just her fingertip, that was swallowed by his greedy gut, then half of her finger and now all of her finger was stuck into his fat belly. The tickle in his middle felt more than pleasant. He moaned in excitement:" Ohhh yeah, look how you're disappearing in my tummy!". He shook his wobbly lower belly wildly. His gut made angry noises in return. All the shaking and poking sent waves of pain through his ample midsection. Weirdly it made his loins burn with lust. He felt himself getting harder. "More!", he groaned and rushed the blonde girl to insert another finger into his belly button. Now two fingers were stretching out his sensitive navel. It felt so good, he almost purred. Then he felt a delicate hand slip into his underwear. Upton noticing his colleague's hands on his cock, he rocked his hips back and forth in a needy fashion:" Ughhh yes please, touch me! Hic!" She smiled and kissed his neck:" Of course. How could I keep my fingers off such a gluttonous hog like you". Now her hand on his dick and her fingers in his belly button moved in union. She probed his belly button deeply and slowly, then increasing her paste. Her vigorous strokes on his manhood added to the burning heat that kept engulfing his body more and more. It didn’t take long until his whole body shivered. He wanted to hold back a little longer, but his full belly was already so sensitive. Orgasm washed over him as his muscles tensed. She could feel his hot cum gush all over her hand. It was one of her favorite feelings. After finishing he released a satisfied belch and let himself fall onto the floor. She used the chance to rub his semen all over his gut. What a hot sight. He lay there like a stranded whale covered in his own juices. The shop owner who had watched the spectacle from afar brought them some tissues to clean themselves up. None of the two lovers really cared about being watched. It added even more of a thrill to the sex in her opinion. As he started snoring peacefully, both females wrapped into a cozy futon.

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The suit was done by the time he woke up again. He looked at himself in the mirror proudly. The seams lay flat, they weren't stretching anymore. The back of his trousers was also laying flat against his behind, it wasn't cutting into his crack anymore. The button on his jacket also closed perfectly. He turned to the old lady with a bright smile: "This is fantastic! Thank you so much". His co-worker nodded approvingly:" It really looks great on you." He was proud to have his photo taken for the wall with pictures of the biggest costumers. Now his face was smiling at future customers next to Yama.
“Well, that was an interesting experience”, he leaned over to her on the train ride back to the hotel. “It sure was. I wonder if every customer receives a free meal”, she giggled. “Probably”, he responded “Otherwise I wouldn’t know why the owner has a stack of drinkable yoghurt cartons just sitting in the back of her shop. I must say Japanese costumer service isn’t so bad”.