– Ronin 15 –
Storyline © by Dr-Black-Jack & AnimeFA
Editor: Mafia Puppet
Inspired by Xyxtlin’s Ronin 15 Motoko
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Chapter 13: Kurayami de Odoru Tsuki no Hahen (Shards of the Moon: Dancing in the Darkness)
“I am dreaming…”
Motoko had awoken early the next morning, far earlier than her normal routine. She had to prepare herself for an extra special day of training which was to come. Though the temptation to stay in bed at 4 A.M. was strong, it was not strong enough to keep all of her 330 excited pounds wrapped beneath the futon’s double sheets.
Chubby arms brushed past beyond-chubby thighs, Motoko’s 60 inch belly pouring up and over folded legs as she sat upright. The sound of popping buttons flying off her figure-hugging pyjamas let her know that yet another pair had grown too tight. Absentmindedly she tugged at the ends of her two sizes too small attire.
A good handful of belly had been trapped in the elastic garter belonging to a pair of overwrought panties, burrowing deep into her sloping gut. The snap of her undies against the underside of her warm crotch when she freed her paunch was just what she needed to fully awaken. Her wide eyes adjusted to their surroundings.
The darkness of the night still lingered beyond her bedroom window, leading her to expect that no one else would be awake at that time. It would turn out that she was pleasantly mistaken as the enticing scents and sounds of an early breakfast preparation soon ensnared her senses. The delectable aroma grew only stronger as Keitaro walked in with a small bed-table, and placed it carefully by her side. For the very first time in her life, someone would be serving her breakfast in bed.
“This must be a dream…”
Anxiously she waited as he filled her plate, delivering sizable proportions of all her favourite foods. A warm cup of handmade miso soup, an enormous bowlful of stir-fried onions and stripped beef and an entire grilled fish platter were but some of the lay out stretched before her. She simply could not wait to dig in.
Bite by bite, the food slowly began to disappear. There was just enough to sate her appetite without making her feel too bloated. It wasn’t half bad for a man’s cooking. Everything he had made proved to be both deliciously filling, yet healthy enough not to cause her to gain too much weight if she were to eat like that every day. At least, she certainly wanted to eat like that every day.
Motoko licked the flecks of rice from her oily lips as she thanked him for that wonderful meal. Her comfortably stuffed stomach protruded through the parted curtains of her pyjama top to hang low over the sagging rolls of blubber which accumulated along her inner thighs. Another pyjama top button flew off into the distance as she leaned back happily, her full, bra-less breasts jiggling happily atop her padded paunch. Pushing her promise to Naru further towards the back of her mind, she simply resolved to enjoy that precious time.
“If this is a dream…it is a really good one…quite possibly the best I’ve ever had in years…”
After breakfast, and a short struggle to find something which fit her well enough to get dressed, the two had silently made their escape behind the dojo’s borders. Their destination was the towering Shimeiryu Mountain. With a pre-packed picnic basket in hand, Motoko looped her flabby arm through the gap at Keitaro’s free side. Together, they carefully walked along the training ground’s dew streaked path.
Motoko could not help but admire how striking Keitaro looked in those blue and white kendo training garbs, a fine match for her own red and white attire. They truly looked like the perfect warrior couple, the kind that she had idolized in many samurai books she had read during her childhood years. They had set forth on a journey of training, preparing to share a day alone in the wild. She only hoped that her great size had not spoiled that powerful image and her thoughts of a perfect life.
Pounds and pounds of pliable plushness bulged over her indomitable sides, barely able to squeeze into her uniform’s size 28 hakama pants. Even if they weren’t being shown off directly, the smooth outline of her contoured inner thighs could still be seen touching against each other at the knees, leading up the hilly slop of her mountainous behind.
Motoko’s chubby fingers walked that path around her hips every now and again to make sure that her sash wasn’t slipping. The flabby bulge of her full stomach was still curved and heavy with the contents of her morning meal. She only hoped that her clothes held a little longer whilst she digested. Her body was like volatile jelly just waiting to tear through her clothes, her flesh jiggling with each ponderous step.
A mountain air grew colder as they neared their lofty destination, its rocky surface chilled with a thin layer of ice. Despite her body’s thick layer of natural insulation, an unexpected blustery breeze had sent a shiver down Motoko’s spine.
Having sensed his wife’s seemingly minor plight, Keitaro reached into the wicker basket they had brought on their trip. If there was one thing he had learned from Tsuruko, it was always to come prepared. He withdrew a light jacket that had packed especially for her and carefully draped it over her broad shoulders.
Motoko blushed. A near-radioactive rosy red filled her rounded cheeks as several unexpected shivers of pleasure raced down the folds of her back. Keitaro panicked a little upon feeling those continuous shudders, offering to give up his jacket as well if it would help her to stop.
Laughing heartily, but refusing to trouble him any more than necessary, she simply thanked her husband once more and reassured him that she was alright. In truth, she was more than alright. She was deeply moved by that single act of kindness.
It soon became immediately obvious that her fears of them not looking the perfect warrior couple simply due to her size were completely unfounded. Having such a thoughtful partner around to take care of her was certainly proof enough of that.
“Even if this isn’t reality…I-I’m still absolutely thrilled to bits…I really do want to make this day last…forever…”
From freezing cold, to hot and sweaty, the couple wasted no time launching into their basic exercises as soon as they arrived. Motoko was deeply impressed to see how much Keitaro had learned. Her usually non-athletic husband was now even able to keep pace with her as they sprinted through the twilight hours of a bamboo forest dawn, two hearts beating in the stillness of the grove.
Shafts of light danced upon the great, bra-less breasts, supported only by rolls of tape and her uniform’s tight kagintou shirt. Her chest fat rippled only slightly as she speedily paced through the woods, careful to adjust her old movements to match her new bulk. It would not be long before he would come after her. She had to be ready for anything.
Sliding to a halt, she ground the heels of her sandals into the mountain grass. Turning on a dime required her to stretch her fat thighs as far apart as they could possibly reach. Fortunately, she was still surprisingly flexible in that region despite her crotch and pubic mound being layered with a rounded bulge of fat. With both hands raised, Motoko lifted her katana in defence.
Keitaro’s blade came screaming down a moment later, a mighty clash ringing out as their swords collided. Motoko could feel her body jostling even more as she absorbed the shock into her figure’s cushion. He was attacking her full force and she loved it. The couple gave each other a brief competitive grin as they were caught in the thrill of the moment, before disappearing in opposite directions to repeat the cycle again.
Every blow they exchanged sending rhythmic jiggles through the four corners of her body’s global padding, a fat-laden shock absorber if there ever was one. A warrior’s body was poetry in motion no matter what the size. This feeling of excitement which embodied her being was only made more potent by knowing that her opponent was also her love.
After about two hours in, Keitaro was finally starting to tire. Motoko’s years of endurance training would eventually leave her the victor. Though he realized that her movements had inevitably slowed down a little upon obtaining her gargantuan girth, he also learned that her regular strikes had become much more powerful when she swung with the force of her weight. In a final climactic finisher his wife had chosen o rush him from all sides using her weight to leverage her blade. With a mighty clash, Keitaro’s sword fell from his hands. He had just been disarmed with 330 pounds of breast and belly.
With that added weight also came added force. Motoko was simply unable to stop herself in time. Leaves rustled and bamboo splintered as their inevitable collision shook the otherwise silent glade.
Pinned beneath his wife’s great stomach, Keitaro’s scrawny form found itself slowly being absorbed into those tender sides. Something even softer had made contact with his face.
Motoko’s eyes grew wider and wider as she felt nearly all the breath leave her body, too shocked to move away or believe what she saw. The morning sun finally rose over the bamboo glade to reveal a very intimate scene. For those few precious seconds as desperately wished that time would stop around them as their lips accidentally touched…
“Even if this is what I want…I must not allow myself to get lost in fantasy. Keitaro…means the world to me and I so I shall awaken from this temporary slumber to be by his side.”
Motoko’s eyes slowly fluttered open as she awoke from her meditative trance with a gasp. The sounds of pounding water and the feel of a saturated uniform against her cold skin came as a greater shock than what she had just envisioned so clearly only minutes before. Even so, the former was still far more pleasurable.
Sitting behind a waterfall in a small mountain cavern was a special kind of training that the Shimeiryu encouraged, one which allowed participants to come in contact with their inner most thoughts. What she had seen, what she had felt, everything was just as vivid as their equivalent in reality. But as with all dreams, that overwhelming joy she thought she knew began to fade and was replaced by a far more intense sensation. Motoko’s empty stomach had started to rumble.
“You’re hungry again aren’t you?”
Through the cascading falls that pummelled the rocks before her, Motoko’s reflection slowly emerged into view. Her broad, white shoulders, her thick-set sides, and her phenomenal breasts were all growing steadily clearer as she allowed her eyes to adjust to the cavern’s gloom. Even as the water continued to flow, the image she saw stayed crystal clear. It was that of a fat Japanese girl of around 17 years of age, 330 pounds of Shinmeiryu samurai and by far the biggest woman she had ever laid eyes on. She found herself staring deep into the mirror of her soul.
“Heh...heh…heh…Even though you just ate a few hours ago, you’re even more ravenous now than when you woke up…Why not go to find that picnic basket loaded with delectable treats and eat them all yourself? Eat that snivelling man’s portions as well and let him see what a gluttonous girl you have become!”
“No! I shall not! I had a lot of fun with Keitaro today and will not spoil it by consuming our supplies! He reminded me that being a swordswoman is also about sacrifice, acting only upon one’s will when required. From this day forth, I shall wait for the appropriate lunch time before starting my next meal and eat only as much as my body requires.”
The reflection shifted a little, its eyes narrowing and its small mouth contorting into an amused grin. Motoko watched as it moved in her copied form, reaching into the opening of her uniform to raise her breasts out from within. Those plump reflected hands undid her body bindings and attempted cradled her supersized sides as they spilled onto her upturned forearms. Her real palms quivered as her reflection caressed and rolled her bare nipples. She was tempted to copy what she saw.
“You still don’t realize that he only seeks your company because of your new size. He’s attracted to the roundness of your ass, your belly’s multiple rolls and your bountiful chest. You must keep eating if you want to keep him away from Naru, you must grow bigger in order to satisfy his needs! Men are all selfish as you once thought in your childhood. Allow me show you exactly what I mean…”
Motoko’s reflection uncrossed its legs, leaning back to allow the folds of her hakama unfurl. This time, the real Motoko found herself powerless to resist as she copied her watery ghost’s every move. Her real arms fell backwards for support as her whole body leaned slightly forward to reveal her gloriously naked belly and breasts.
Folds upon folds, rolls upon rolls the real Motoko became enamoured at the sight of her body’s sheer size. She had to touch it, had to caress it, had to do as her reflection showed. That undeniable look of lust upon her face was just what the reflected samurai had wanted to see as started to trace lazy circles around its own cavernous navel. It needed to set the mood before it addressed her once more.
“A good start to a fine belly you’ve created, so large, so womanly and soft. You’ve done well to get so big on your own initiative without too much of my influence. Know now that whilst you slept, he caressed it, he pressed it and he sunk his fingers into your folds. If this grows bigger, he shall never leave your side. Food shall become your world.”
“But…but I…Yes…yes, my belly…is for Keitaro…”
A reflected smirk became a reflected grin as it acknowledged the real Motoko’s agreement.
“Look at your breasts…feel their circumference, these globes filled to the brim with meat. Men lust after your chest, your overflowing mammaries simulating the effect of being full of milk. These are what make you more of feminine girl. If these grow larger, Keitaro will always adore you, he shall never have eyes for any other woman for as long as you both shall live. Food must become your world.”
“M-my breasts…I will eat so much that they will continue to swell…so full…so bouncy…so fat…”
The reflected Motoko lay on its side, pulling down its hakama to reveal its rapacious rear-end.. Once more, the real Motoko had also copied the move by allowing her hands sinking into the silky smoothness of those great spheres. Desperate to feel more their curvaceous contour beneath her palms, she sliced the edge of her panties with a flick of the sword. They jiggled wildly once loose.
“Feel your behind, your hips growing wider. You were designed to bare many fine children. Men worship women who can bare their sons, fertile ground on which to plant their seed. You must ripen your voluptuous bulges, continue to plumpen your curves with much food and drink. Do this the man you seek will have no choice but to pleasure you day and night. He will love you forever and a day. Food will become your world.”
By this point, the reflected Motoko had stopped its manipulations as the real Motoko continued to deliberately caress her flesh. Those breasts, that belly, her brilliantly wide hips and ass, all of them were so full with soft, jiggling fat. That indecent pose, that look of sheer covetous yearning upon her face and her burning desire satisfy her most basic desires let it know that she was ready for the final temptation.
“Keitaro…will be mine…”
“You cannot escape this endless cycle, you will keep grow fatter for the rest of your days. You are a slave to your appetite and a slave to your desires. You will hunger, always hunger, you shall want to keep eating until you explode! Accept me, together with your fatness, and I shall make you larger beyond your wildest dreams! Do this and Keitaro too will be yours forever! Grow far too big and never lift your sword again!”
The pangs of hunger within Motoko’s stomach suddenly strengthen, crushing her belly with an unseen grip. She immediately doubled over and ceased her sensual rubbing as both the pain and pain continued to intensify. She needed to be filled right away. She needed to eat something, before her stomach devoured itself.
Keitaro was just beyond the waterfall’s veil, most likely sleeping off his exhaustion from their morning exercises. She could do it. The opportunity to eat all of that delicious food was right there. Giving up her sword in exchange for growing fatter seemed like a far better deal indeed. Why bother training if it only made her hunger worse?
“I’m sorry Keitaro…but my belly needs to be filled…”
The super-sized samurai could take it no longer, an undeniable fact signified by her reflection’s cruel smirk. Motoko’s hands parted the flowing curtain of water to reveal the basket off in the distance…and then stopped.
“W-what are you doing?!”
Cupping her hands and lifting them to her mouth, she guzzled down handful after handful of fresh mountain water. Motoko started to drink. The cool, metallic taste felt good against her tongue and lips, the water slightly sweetened by the Shinmeiryu Mountain’s sakura trees.
“S-stop that! Stop drinking at once!”
Her naked belly started to swell, blimping rounder and rounder with every sip. Unsatisfied with her hand’s efforts alone, she lay on her back and slid under the falls with her mouth opened wide. It flooded her gaping mouth as she struggled to take it all in.
Litres of a pristine crystal spring soon flooded her empty stomach. Motoko could feel the softness of her midsection growing tighter as she filled up like a human water-skin. The size it had grown to whilst drinking Chinatsu’s tea was soon surpassed, making her belly look far more pregnant than it had ever been. The discomfort she felt was worth it as all that water finally extinguished her hunger’s burning flame.
“INSOLENT WELP! Without your insatiable appetite and gluttonous ways you would never have caught that foolish man’s eye! How far do you think you can keep his attention without gaining more?!”
“Attracting Keitaro to my new size…” Motoko thought as she moved her mouth and body away from the open stream, her water-logged belly sloshing all the while. ”That might be true, but then again it might not. Keitaro…said he cared about me and made me promise that I would not let myself get too absorbed with endless eating. I may not be able to suppress my hunger all the time, but I can still take counter measures to ensure that I do not put on too much more weight.”
Stuffed to the gills with zero calories, she had discovered a way to curb her appetite’s temptation. She was a girl of principle and always true to her promises, no matter how difficult to keep. She trusted Keitaro’s judgement and strove not to gain weight too quickly if it was what he so desired.
Her reflection in the water started to seethe, gnashing its teeth as the real Motoko rose from her stone seat. It’s narrowed eyes, so filled with unyielding hatred as they following her every move. Ignoring the reflection completely, she pushed away the flowing falls and waded back towards the shore. There was someone important waiting for her that she could never disappoint.
“Don’t think you can dismiss me so easily...”
“Welcome back, Motoko-chan. Do you feel a lot fresher after your bath?” Keitaro greeted as he heard the sounds of parting bushes from his wife’s return from the hidden lake.
“I know you must be really hungry by now so we can break for a snack before lunch. I think that you’ve definitely earned…”
Keitaro went completely silent as the bulge of Motoko’s breasts and belly peered from behind the winding bend. Those enormous jiggling cups were still a little wet. The moist stains radiated around her visible areola, dribbling down slightly to reach her sloping stomach. Her cushiony caboose swayed to an invisible metronomic pitch beneath a tight pair of plain black slacks. The glossy sheen of her long dark hair made her look all that more captivating as she glistened beneath the morning sun.
“Actually, I’m not all that hungry,” Motoko replied as she took a seat by his side on the grassy slope. “However, I think that at least one of us should take a much needed rest before we continue.”
“What are you talking abou— Oh…”
It was all too clear to Motoko that he was doing his very best just to stay awake. The strain of going all out against a seasoned veteran was still way too much for his unconditioned body to handle. A rolling breeze across the windswept glade was all that was required to thwart his efforts, sending him toppling against his wife’s shoulder.
“I-I’m sorry…Motoko-chan…*yawn*…I just need...a few…*yawn*…minutes…”
Guiding him ever so gently, Motoko positioned her husband’s weary head into the crux of her belly and lap. She smiled warmly as he instinctively turned, burying his cheek into the warmth of her water-filled paunch. That gentle rocking of her titanic tummy cushion resonated with the beating of her jubilant heart.
“I no longer care whether or not this is a dream. Until these glorious three days finally come to an end…I will do my best to serve as my darling husband’s big, beautiful wife…”