Content Warning: Nearly immobile fatty, mobility issues, mild (I think) degradation, sexual themes, insane brainrot for a Pokémon character that has no reason to be here beside said brainrot.
Rika's Reflection
Rika and I stood at our mirror, it's incredible span almost oppressive and the necessity for such a size plainly and clearly seen on the reflection.
A dollop of fat struggled to stand and fit in front of such an impressive piece of furniture. It struggled breathing, hurried raspy breaths oozing out of it, demonstrating just how taxing it was for it to even exist in front of the mirror... and that dollop was my body, every overly bloated and stretchmarked roll of flab was me.
And I wasn't the only one seeing this shameful display, Rika stood just off to the side, predatory eyes looked me up and down as a smug grin adorned her face, this was her favorite part of this shared project we've turned my body into.
「Our contrast」
Next to me she looked downright malnourished; Slender arms and legs, a slim waist, a flat stomach, a pair of small, perky breasts and pointy, mature facial features; She was waifish through and through.
She proceeded to stand in front of me, her body juxtaposed against mine in the reflection, accentuating everything about my body to the utmost as I can't help myself but compare.
Beneath her thin elegant arms, which she had to stretch out due to the angle my own are stuck at, hung curtains of my arm flab, even my hands seemingly stick out with with their excess of flab;
To the sides of her neck my chins, jowls and neck roll pour out abscenely, not much longer before even my cheeks will join them in this overflow;
Several Rikas standing beside each other would be needed to even match my girth, their almost bony hips could never even achieve the same insane, saddlebagged width my own had acquired, I was almost sure that I may even be wider than she is tall;
Her stalk like legs do nothing to hide the pancake like tiers of my overburdened legs, unlike the amazing job my cankles are doing of nearly hiding my plump feet from sight;
She tells me to turn to my side, teasing me by adding "If you can even manage that much without my help anymore~", a smug grin spread across her face and all I could do was whimper in response to her 'challenge'.
Even waddling in place was difficult, shifting my flab even just 90° degrees felt impossible, I started pouring in sweat even harder than I already was from idly standing, wheezes and meek groans broken up by burps flowed from me.
By the time I was done I looked like even more of a mess. Rika was merciful enough to bring me something to lean some of my weight on, not without teasing me for it, "Careful now, wouldn't want to break that would you~", I let out a pathetic whine in response.
She stood beside me now, a different angle for comparison showed on the mirror, a different angle to show how far I've gone. Though it wasn't without some difficulty, turning my neck so far with so much flab swallowing it made it a difficult task and my cheeks had already grown large enough to interfere with my peripheral vision while looking to the side, even so, I could see enough.
From behind Rika's head one could see my 'hunch' of fat, as she liked to call it, my neck roll was thick enough to cushion my head and was pushed up even further by my obscene back rolls, a shelf of fat that filled out and protruded beyond Rika's perfectly straight back;
Directly below it was almost a continuation, an unimpressive one at that, it may have stuck out beyond Rika's slim ass, but it wasn't anything impressive, a boxy and dimpled mass of flab that stuck out about as much as my back rolls;
Rika's modest chest couldn't even be compared, it couldn't hope to cover even the smallest amount of the titanic 'udders' I had, "Even if they're nothing to be proud of~", she'd say... and she was right, mine may have been gigantic, not just compared to hers but in general, but they had lost all shape, two frumpy sacks of lard that formed a single roll that ringed around under my arms and into my back rolls, pushing my arms up at an angle in the process, nearly indistinguishable from any other roll were it not for the nipples tipping them, and even then how much longer will that last?
Then came the main event, my gut, and in the mirror it looked... wrong.
Rika's firm tummy was not something that looked like it could or should ever reach close and toward the floor, that it could be composed of so many rolls, that it could have an abscenely deep belly button that's been buried and lost in excess, that it could pour over anything like a gelatinous sack... but mine did, I'm the weird one, and as we stand in front of this mirror that reality sinks in and my heart throbs at the thought;
"Is my Muffin getting excited~?" Rika looked at the blush on my fattened cheeks, they may have seemed just as red as they were before from the exhaustion that was settling in, but she knew that it was different from mere tiredness, and she knew what was different.
"One last thing to compare, Muffin~" I was unsure what she meant, what else was there? She brought a belly harness over and slung it under mine, and shortly after it started being lifted by it's mechanism.
As the underside of my belly was revealed I whimpered at the sensation of air making contact with it, and soon after I saw exactly what she was talking about in the reflection... and she decided to take over my self deprecating thoughts before I could get started.
"You see, Muffin, a normal person doesn't have that~"
She exemplified with her hand, placing it right above her own actually visible privates as it accentuated just how incredibly far the flab directly behind it stuck out when seen in the mirror.
"A fupa isn't strange on someone who's fat, but this soft sack of lard borne from excess is a whole other thing. It's permanently buried those sensitive little bits of yours, and your excess has taken it so far as to make it hang below your lard buried knees, that just isn't the case for anyone but you~"
She took the opportunity to tease me more directly, a still gloved hand grabbing my fupa, hard, as her fingers sunk into it like it was made of jelly,
"Oh? Already wet, Muffin~?"
Amidst the humid sweat Rika spotted pure unadulterated pleasure leaking from the fold, showing just how much I've been enjoying this degradation and how eager I was for her touch.
"You're too easy you know that~?"
But I like that about you, no matter how much fatter you grow, how much your mobility is reduced or how much I degrade you for turning yourself into a caricature of a person, as proven by our contrast, all you do is ask for more! Be it food, fat, pleasure, no matter what it's always more with you... and I love you for it, Muffin~"
She kept jiggling my fupa all the while her words coursed through every fiber of my being... and all it did was make more pleasure leak out from parts unseen. Though she cruelly stopped shortly after, the same teasing, smug grin adorning her face as she clearly enjoyed leaving me hanging on her every word.
"And let's keep doing this no matter how much bigger you grow, what do you say, Muffin~? After all, don't you want to see just how far you've gone? To be regularly faced with what a ridiculously fat blob of lard you have, and will continue to, become? Isn't that what's getting you all excited right now~?"
My heartbeat rung in my ears as I imagined myself even larger, as the differences between me and her got more and more apparent, as I started appearing less and less human.
What'll happen when my ass hits the floor even as I stand? When my nipples disappear amongst folds? When fattened cheeks start burying my face away and when my hands and feet are completely hidden away in divots of fat.
Will the comparison in the mirror even look like it was between two people?
I grasped at my fat as I was wracked with these thoughts, pleasure spreading through every inch of my flab like an intense current.
And then Rika delivered the final blow, as if reading my mind.
"In no time this comparison will be redundant, right now you have identifiable features that can easily be pointed out, but slowly but surely the only thing anyone will ever identify you by is the fat that fills you and how much fatter you'll keep growing, and I'll make sure of that~"
I came, no longer able to stop myself under the duress of her words, I stared intently at every obscene detail, no matter how small, that differed between us both, I kept going further and further into my own head as I kept thinking how much more obscene these differences will become, how even the little differences will one day be gigantic, and how the biggest difference will eventually be that I won't even resemble her anymore.
Just a mound of lard that can only glut themselves further.
Meek wheezy moans poured out of me as I couldn't stop these thoughts that assailed me as I rode out this climax, and Rika made sure to make it worse as she kept teasing and grasping my fupa.
"Better enjoy this while you still can, Muffin, soon enough not even an harness will let me tease this sack of lard~"
"Had enough fun today? Let's get you to bed, tomorrow will be another long day of growing, and I can't wait until we stand in front of this mirror again, assuming you'll even fit in it's frame by then-"