Broken Mold
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A thinning mist hung in the frigid morning air of northern Tokyo. It suggested a pleasant day, accentuated by dewy car doors and blades of grass. It also gnawed at the face of any unfortunate sob that had to be somewhere so early.
Inuyasha was one such sob.
Kagome's bedroom window had been left open expectantly. He had used the stairs.
Things had changed.
"I didn't expect you so early," the girl lied, sifting through her dresser. It boasted dress sizes 4 through 24.
A pair of pink cotton panties did nothing to shield her against a strong gust of wind come unannounced; pale, bare, uneven thighs clenched together, though they needed no invitation to meet. Her buttocks jiggled involuntarily.
Kagome wore a vertically stripped ice-blue pajama top that at one point had fallen to cover her satisfactorily, if not a little provocatively in the presence of male company. It had hidden conservatively her diminutive breasts and dipped just below her perk butt, leaving enough toned hip and thigh to start a nosebleed in the face of any respectable hanyou.
Now, Kagome Higurashi couldn't even button it. Below a double chin rested two melons packed tight in an undersized bra, squeezing out cleavage that bordered on the obscene. A spherical belly sallied forth beneath it, hanging messily over her asphyxiating drawers, panties that love handles bulged over and a tubby butt drooped out of. Her unbuttoned shirt revealed all of it, now only able to reach down to her 38'' waist.
Inuyasha wondered why she let him watch. Her exceedingly plump rear shook as she adjusted her position at the bureau. It drew attention to the cellulite clotting her thighs.
He had stopped caring about her figure about the same time her thighs started chafing. At that moment, having her jump stark naked on top of him would have done nothing. Seeing her dress herself in too-tight clothes and sway those gargantuan hips about had a similar fruitlessness. To him, soap, hair and makeup had become an empty ritual; no amount of lip-gloss could make up for being too fat for her fat pants. The bloated bond they shared had become platonic.
But it wasn't all Kagome's fault.
Her floral print bed buckled in on itself, testimonial to the devastating weight of the demon atop it. Neither of them paid any attention to its incessant whining. Inuyasha's sausage-legs beat against it, bored, but tired quickly.
Inuyasha had no visible neck, but his chin took care of that. His chin and jaw formed an unbroken arch that met at his flaccid chest. He had long since abandoned any notions of closing his fire-rat haori, opting instead to let his thick chest bulge forward atop his belly, which itself cantilevered over his stubby legs. His bulk oozed outward with no respect to form onto her bed, stopping only because his skin could distend no further.
She had selected a pair of jeans. One leg already inside, Kagome began impatiently to hop one-legged into view of her full-length mirror, only to find that at her size she had no balance and was forced to bend over and effusively pack herself into the pants. It was as she zipped them up and attempted to latch them that she wandered in front of her mirror.
"Damn it," she hissed, watching her gut bulge over her waistband, its flaps, and the pudgy yet manicured hands that tugged at them. "They're getting tight already." She sucked in her belly and struggled to fasten her jeans.
After enjoying a long (because it had been a week) and anxious (because her friends had seen her) stay at home, Kagome was once again ready to head back to the feudal era. Her trip to the mall suddenly seemed insignificant, seeing herself already spilling out of her clothes again. Her mom's patronizing glances no longer seemed worth it.
With a small sense of victory, she managed to close them. Her wide hips strained the sides and her rear more than amply filled the seat of the jeans, threatening to peek out the back. She let her sloppy tummy hang over and examined herself in the mirror, her hands exploring her opulent behind.
After a moment, apparently finding her bulbous ass acceptable, she pulled off her nightshirt, revealing to Inuyasha backfat that no longer seemed out of place on Kagome. Her bra strap cut into blubbery shoulder blades. She carried weight well, despite everything about her that had once suggested the opposite.
Kagome turned to Inuyasha. Shirtless, her deflated beach ball of a midsection rolling over every inch of her waistband, her chest painfully bound above it, she asked, "Well, what do you think?" and eyed his man-breasts.
Inuyasha remembered the candy wrappers that Kagome had made him clean up. He had seen her force her way into her clothes. He had watched her as she let herself spill out over her jeans, heard the garments groan against hope that they didn't burst from the very presence of her inside them. He'd just seen her second chin rumble as she asked the question.
He complimented her. His own shapeless jowls shuddered. He had no right to call the kettle black.
Then Kagome smiled emptily and turned back to the mirror, taking a deep, appreciative breath. Her waistband creaked. An instant later, it stopped. And like that, before she even bothered to exhale, the button binding her jeans snapped and fired itself into the cheap glass that beget her reflection. It made both of them jump. Delicate lines rippled outward from the bead, as a pebble to a pond, and the image of Kagome's girth surging forward to fill the new gap was lost to the swelling of the tide.
And Inuyasha laughed, the stomach that folded in on itself rumbling heartily. Kagome shrugged, a belt already being laced through. It hardly latched, and when it did she couldn't help herself from overflowing it as well.
She grabbed a fuzzy red sweater and pulled it over her head, getting caught momentarily above her chest. Fully on, it ended right above her deep navel. She didn't seem to care.
"Meet me outside," Kagome said, nodding to the window as she slipped her shoes on. She moved towards the door.
Was she serious? Inuyasha looked at the open window nervously, then at Kagome's door. No, it must have just slipped her mind. "I think I'll follow you," he said, standing up as quickly as he was able. The bed screeched in relief when he did.
"Fine by me," she replied. "But we have to hurry. My mom will be home soon and the less I see of her the better."
As Kagome left the room, Inuyasha following, he indolently glanced at her globular ass. It rippled with each heavy step she took, easily observable in the skintight denims.
Souta stopped dead in his tracks at the base of the stairs, transfixed on his sister's bouncing chest, undulating stomach, and thundering thighs, as she rushed down. His gaze jumped to Inuyasha as he appeared, the hanyou carefully navigating his bulk along steps he could not see and struggled to balance on.
Kagome's bloated form jiggled past Souta's peripherals as he stared at his hero. Souta had to move out of the way to let Inuyasha lumber past.
As Kagome slid open the well house door, Inuyasha was already flushed and panting. She rolled her eyes as he tried to bend down and rest his hands on his knees, still gasping for breath, but failed horribly in the presence of his massive gut. He retreated to arching his back, hands at his sides. She ignored her own rasping.
"Come on," Kagome hissed, jabbing his gut hard enough to end his breather. He let out a wheezing cough. She grabbed his hand in both of hers and led him down the steps into the room's basin, then went to lean over the well. The seat of her pants creaked ominously. "You should go first, I don't want to get crushed."
"Yeah, okay," he said, moving to the edge. Kagome had to move out of the way; his girth took up almost the same width as the well itself. It would be another tight squeeze. "You sure the ladder on the other side is stronger?"
"Oh, definitely," she assured him, a comforting hand high on his back. He was sweating profusely, though because of his weight or a newfound fear of cramped spaces it was impossible to tell. Coming out of Kagome's well he had broken more than half the teeth on her ladder.
The hanyou took a deep breath, humongous gut billowing outward, and tipped himself slowly over the edge, the side of the well bending and splintering inward. Kagome leaned over the well looking after him, the bare vertex of her own belly brushing against the rim. She lingered a moment before following, knowing that he would take a while to regain his feet.
When she did jump, she'd try unsuccessfully to avoid bruising soft skin.
XOXO
OXOX
XOXO
"My god you've gotten fat."
A wry smile graced the girl's lips.
"You don't say things like that to a lady," she teased.
A wry smile graced his.
"You don't eat like a lady," he pointed out.
She nodded in the affirmative as five stubby fingers suddenly jammed half a powdered donut into her mouth, and a second set was inexplicably lost within the folds of her skirt.
"We should go somewhere more private. You could use more than your hands."
Miroku's mind had become intoxicated, though through no alcoholic means. His hand was as far down her skirt as he could jam it, fighting for space, and clutching as much of her backside as he could.
"You mean…" he murmured, nearly dropping the jelly donut that greased his prayer beads.
"Not yet! We still have half a box left!"
Finally, he was in! With Sango, no less! Who cared that it took a… few… extra pounds to get her to come around? She was finally his!
Sango leaned back a little as she impatiently snatched the jelly donut, while at the same time in one earthshaking movement of fluid girth he found his hand crushed beneath the very thing they had sought to discover. Tears welled up, and he stifled a scream.
Okay, maybe he cared a little.
Sango's face was flushed and while smiling dreamily, she put up pseudo-protest. "Get your hand out of there," she giggled. "What if someone comes in? Do you want to be caught with a fat cow like me?" Her arm encircled his neck and he found himself pulled on top of her.
"I don't care who sees," he announced, still struggling to unearth his throbbing hands from beneath the mass of sagging flesh. "You're perfect."
"Oh, Miroku!" she swooned. As she pulled him closer, his free hand nabbed a third donut and stuffed it into his mouth. Neither seemed to care when it didn't deter her from the mouth-to-mouth, and when Miroku finally gasped for air he found his own distressingly empty.
It was then that Inuyasha appeared, edging himself through the doorway. Everyone paused, particularly Sango, while Inuyasha tried to figure out what he was seeing.
"Just once I'd like to walk in on you when you're not eating," he said as it became clear he was oblivious. "Seriously, is that all you two do now?"
Miroku tried his best to look aloof as he rolled himself off of Sango, who tried her best to look aloof as she finished the donut. The monk responded bitingly, more than a little irritated at being interrupted, "You're fatter than either of us, so we must take a break sometime."
Kagome heard this as she came in, steering around Inuyasha who still managed to block part of the door. Even in a pair of jeans she couldn't buckle and a sweater so small both her belly and her plumber's crack were visible, Kagome looked like a supermodel around this crowd. "Miroku! You know Inuyasha doesn't like it when people talk about his weight!" Habitually, she found herself latching onto Inuyasha, as he placed an arm as far around her waist as he could.
"What are you, his keeper now?" he spat.
Kagome had begun to trace her finger along Inuyasha's gut. She said, without a hint of venom, "Well at least I don't have to worry about anyone walking in on me while Inuyasha tries to smother me with chocolate." The girl's eyes left the Hanyou's stomach for a minute to glance at Sango still lying on the floor, unable to sit up without assistance. "You know," she said, frowning empathetically, "maybe all of this 'feeding time' is why you're so out of shape."
Hearing Kagome had made Inuyasha break his glare off from Miroku. "Err, I think that future food of yours has had a bigger impact on us than anything they're doing in private," he said. Looking down, he hadn't realized how much Kagome's chest stretched that red sweater. There was a lot of cleavage.
"I'm just saying it can't possibly have helped. I mean, look at me. I've eaten that junk all my life and I'm way fitter than Sango."
She couldn't help but feel a burst of satisfaction as she said it.
"But you were on a diet for half the time," he quickly pointed out. "The way you eat now, you'll be bigger than all of us in no time."
Kagome laughed, and for the first time the demon found it callous; she had sounded dismissive, almost condescending in the immediacy of her reaction. She said, cuddling up a little closer to his side, "I've got a long way before that happens."
Miroku grinned. "See? Even Lady Kagome thinks you're huge."
Inuyasha's grip tightened around his girl, soft flesh bulging above and below his own gelatinous arm.
"Oh, I didn't mean it that way!" Kagome hurriedly explained, surprisingly nonchalant. "It's just, well, sometimes I let things slip that I don't really mean. You're perfect, Inuyasha."
"Are you kidding? He's a house!" Sango exclaimed, halting her crusade through the last box of donuts and lolling her head to one side to look at the couple. Her chin sunk into her neck as she spoke. "And you're not much better, Kagome. You're not just a little porky anymore, you know. You're downright fat. A girl needs to have her priorities, her figure one of them."
Kagome's eyes widened as she stared at the girl prone on the floor, a pink box of donuts resting squarely on her gigantic midsection. She hardly had the energy to lift her head off the floor and she was calling her fat!
"Take that back, you cow!" Kagome howled.
Miroku coughed. "Whoa, a little touchy aren't we? Sango was just-"
"Sango's a greasy pig who needs to shut her fat face when she's around girls who are prettier than her!"
Kagome had detached herself from the hanyou, looking uncharacteristically aggressive with fists clenched, eyes narrowed and legs parted. However, any attempt at looking dangerously hostile was nullified, at least to Miroku, by the taut 'V' of her jeans and consequent panty line not quite covered by her belt. Rather, it looked more like the tantrum of an angry child too incompetent to dress herself.
Miroku's hands were in front of him as he tried to settle the situation. "You're getting defensive, Kagome," he warned, dropping the usual compellation.
It occurred to Kagome that the term 'figure' couldn't be applied even in the loosest of connotations to the blob of human adipose lying on the floor before her. The girl's legs were about as firm as Miroku's monogamy vows, and in that green kimono it was hard to tell where one mass of flesh began and the other ended. The taijiya's last remaining saving feature, her truly enormous bust, had become so disturbingly engorged that each breast actually oozed to either side of her, puddling on the floor against her inner arms. And as if it couldn't get any worse, her entire bed sheet of a yukata was caked in warm sweat.
"I'm not defensive! Have you looked at yourselves lately? I'm the only one with a figure here!"
Inuyasha snorted. "You have a little 'figure' bulging over your pants."
"SIT!"
"I'm sick of it," Kagome cried, stalking past ruptured floorboards and a larger-than-average Inuyasha-sized crater. Behind her, Miroku was helping Sango to her feet. Before her was fresh air and a break from these idiots.
Outside, however, Kagome had forgotten about the villagers and quickly became cognizant of her wardrobe choice, something she hadn't even given thought to until a moment ago. She didn't delve into the issue, though, because if the heavy creaking of wood was any indication then Inuyasha wasn't far behind her.
"Just what-" Inuyasha started, bursting from the hut, "was that for?" He had literally burst from the hut, having to force himself through the relatively narrow opening.
"Were you listening to yourself?" she screeched.
"I wasn't aware you being fat wasn't public fucking knowledge!"
"You don't talk about a girl's weight!"
"I was just following your example!"
Kagome's arms were rippling with impotent rage. "I am not the fat one here!" she screamed, jabbing a finger in the general direction of his gut. "I can't even begin to guess how much you weigh, and I'm never going to find out because you'd break my fucking scale!"
Kagome didn't curse often, if ever, and it actually knocked Inuyasha into some perspective. He visibly relaxed. "You're right," he said. "I've gotten huge."
"That's right you have!" she spat. "Where do you get off calling me fat?"
"You're huge too," he added. "And I think it's time we all did something about it."
Her eyes were open, and she was staring straight at him. "What? No. Have you seen Miroku and Sango? This is the first time they've been happy together, ever! There's no telling what could happen if we…"
It occurred to Inuyasha that for once, he was the one thinking clearly.
"So? Things would still be better than they are now," he insisted. "I mean, honestly, Kagome. Are you happy like this?"
"I'm fine!"
"Well, I'm not. I don't want you bringing any more of that food from your time back here. I think that's the root of all of this, and I think you know it."
"But…" Kagome tried to think of something, but came up blank. She imagined briefly a thin Inuyasha, and Kikyou was there by his side again. She couldn't have it. "Sango won't stand for it. She'll-"
"She'll understand. Half the crap she eats is stuff you shove in her face. In fact, I think you're projecting, Kagome."
"I'm doing no such thing! None of us are going on a diet!"
"Why don't you want us to?" he asked, intent on her expression.
"I… I…"
"That's what I thought."
Kagome's fists clenched and she rushed past Inuyasha, every part of her obese body jiggling. She blushed faintly as he tried to hide his disgust.
"I'm going back to my time for a while," she said. "Don't come get me."
XOXO
OXOX
XOXO
Kagome lay at the base of the well, massaging her sore rear. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she couldn't be around Inuyasha right then. Her room seemed safe.
When she'd landed, her stomach had convulsed and the belt had snapped open, its tooth somewhere in the dirt around her. Her belly poured out between the flaps of her pants. When she stood up, they audibly creaked as they fought a losing battle to contain her thighs.
Her red sweater had ridden up her belly almost reaching its crest, and she angrily pulled it back down. When she began to climb the broken ladder out, the obtuse curve of her stomach shuddering from the use of torpid muscles, the shirt did.
She hoped she could steer clear of her family until she could make it to her room. Even she could admit she wasn't presentable in her current state. That is, not to anyone here.
This thought was wholly forgotten when she wandered past the kitchen towards the steps. She had to get a double take of the woman idly scrubbing dishes, a bag of M&M's atop the counter. The woman grabbed a soapy handful and funneled them into her mouth.
"Mama?"
The chubby woman's summer dress clung to her dimpled cheeks and Kagome's jaw fell agape as the older woman's buns and thighs wobbled to face her.
Ebony eyes lit up at the sight of her daughter, never falling below her collar to dispense that scornful, judgmental glance. She actually held Kagome's eyes in hers and for the first time in a long time seemed genuinely, uncompromisingly glad to see her.
"You're okay!" she cried, rapidly closing the distance between them. Kagome turned bright red, seeing for the first time her mother's bosom bounce. Since when did they even do that, she wondered as her mom embraced her.
"I don't care how fat you get," Ms. Higurashi said, her daughter pressed tightly against her chest. "You can get as big as a house if you want. I don't care, as long as you never let yourself get hurt!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Souta told me about Inuyasha. He could hardly walk he was so out of shape!" she fussed. "I'm terrified, Kagome. Your guardian isn't fit to protect you from all those demons you always talk about."
The schoolgirl writhed her way out of her mother's arms, frowning. "Is that what you're worried about? Mama, we can hold our own!"
"But you're so fat!" she bawled.
Kagome didn't want to tell her mother they hadn't even left the village in months. She didn't want to validate her mother's suspicions that they were in fact in no shape to defeat even a single no-class youkai, or that all she and the rest of them did was eat and sleep. Or in Sango and Miroku's case…
"We're fine!" she shouted. "Just leave me alone. I'm not staying, anyway."
"But you'll think about what I said," the older woman begged, hands clasped. "Even if you won't get a little exercise, at least convince your friend. He really needs it-"
"He's fine!"
"According to who?" Ms. Higurashi asked, her voice growing sterner. "You? You're not a very good judge of 'fine' right now. I mean, look at your self. You're fatter than yesterday," her mom gaped. "What have you been eating?"
It doesn't take much muscle to hold in a few extra holiday pounds. It requires significantly more to hold in an entire thanksgiving feast. It was muscle the girl obviously didn't have, and thus, embarrassingly, the extra layer of girth she'd acquired from the morning's feast came spilling out- right in front of Ms. Higurashi's eyes. Feeling vindicated, and more than a little bit smug, she continued:
"You're going to get hurt, either by one of those monsters or by yourself! It's not healthy!"
Kagome's brow had furrowed and she stepped decisively past her mother, eyes shooting daggers. If she was going to be ridiculed, she was going to be ridiculed on an empty stomach. "We're still stocked up, right?" she sneered, flipping on the light as she entered the kitchen pantry.
The shelves were notably barer. An opened box sported chocolate and she reached in and tore off the wrapper without noting the brand.
As she came out, her mom hissed, "You just can't help yourself, can you?"
"Nope!"
"I can't believe I raised a daughter with such little self control."
"Like you're so much better," she sneered, eying the woman's broad hips. "You've gotten fat, too."
"Hardly!" she protests. "I couldn't help it; I was so worried about you that I had to do something to calm myself down!" she said. "It turns out it was all in vain anyway. Look at you: not a scratch."
It turns out Ms. Higurashi had a comfort food, too.
"That's not just coincidence!" Kagome snapped.
She bit into the candy bar. Her fingers were already coated with warm chocolate; her mom's eyes narrowed disapprovingly.
"Don't eat while I'm talking to you!" she snapped, slapping the bar out of Kagome's hand. It splintered when it hit the tile.
"I'll do whatever I want, fat ass," Kagome barked, actually bending over to pick up the pieces. Her jeans groaned in protest, perceptible to both of them.
Then they tore, straight down the seat. Her confined rear visibly widened upon release, pink cotton panties seen stretched thin across her expanse.
Her mom burst out laughing.
There is nothing inherently funny about a girl splitting her pants. When a fit chick does it bending over to pick up a candy bar, however, it's hilarious.
For Ms. Higurashi, it went further. It was the culmination of everything she could have possibly said at that moment. She didn't even have to open her mouth; her daughter did it for her.
It suddenly didn't matter that the woman couldn't squeeze herself into anything save her baggiest dresses. Her problems didn't even compare to the wreck that bent over frozen in shock before her. The girl's sweater couldn't begin to cover the gut that rolled over her jeans. Ms. Higurashi's ass was dimpled? Kagome's was a wad of cookie dough; the girl couldn't keep that much shape if she tried.
Kagome was brought back to reality when the older woman's palm came face down on her ass; a muffled slap was heard. Kagome jumped to attention. "Is this what you want to be like the rest of your life? What happened to running track? Meeting boys? Fitting into a prom dress?" she asked.
"I'm a stick compared to the others," Kagome tried, though knew before she said it how lame it sounded.
"And you're a whale compared to me," Ms. Higurashi responded.
"So what?"
"So, you're going to get hurt! It's just a matter of time before something comes along you kids can't handle," she urged.
"And what do you want me to do about it?"
"I don't want you going back there."
"What?"
"I said I don't want you going back there… for at least a month. At least give me a chance to try to whip you into shape, and if that doesn't work I'll let you do whatever you want."
Kagome thought about Inuyasha, and everything that had happened. Her eyes drifted back to the pantry where it had all started. She felt her mouth watering, and instinctively knew her mother was impotent to stop her.
"I'm going to have a hard time losing weight if I have eight hours of school everyday," Kagome suggested.
"I'll get you out if it," she replied, on cue.
Kagome paused for dramatic effect, pretending to contemplate her options. Then finally said, "Okay, I'll do it."
Her mother smiled. "Then lets get to work," she said, grabbing a packet of M&M's from the counter. "Go see if your old sweats fit. I'll be up there in a minute," the woman instructed.
When Kagome left, Ms. Higurashi quickly funneled the packet down her throat.