Sugar and Spice

Kairi had always been skinny. Her brothers used to tease her about it - when she was little, Axel would roll around on the floor with her and tickle her, pretending to count her ribs. Her knees were like doorknobs, her hips bony enough to hang cups off of. It didn’t really bother her, although sometimes she would look at other girls, with their rounded hips and soft breasts, but she’d mentally shrugged her shoulders and went on with her life.

Until she started dating Namine. Namine, with her soft blond hair, big blue eyes so like Kairi’s, brought a cupcake on their one week anniversary and gave it to her with a wide grin, urging Kairi to eat it, because Namine loved to watch Kairi eat. She thought that Kairi was gorgeous, of course, but… she could be much prettier. Of course, the whole school was surprised on several different levels - Kairi, Miss Popular, dating a girl? And the girl she was dating was Namine, the quiet girl with the sketchbook. How could that possibly be? But Kairi simply laughed at the people talking and kissed Namine where the whole world could see it, interlinking their fingers and walking towards the cafeteria, the chocolate frosting still visible on her upper lip.

On their one month anniversary, Namine made lasagna. She invited Kairi over to her house, when her whole family was out on one thing or another, and the two of them cuddled on the couch watching a movie while the pasta cooked. When it came time for dinner, Namine served Kairi an extra large piece, smiling as she saw the other girl’s grin falter.

“I’m not sure I can eat all of this,” Kairi said, eyeing the piece that looked to be about as big as her head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to fatten me up.” She didn’t notice the way Namine’s eyes went wide for a minute.

“C’mon, please? You don’t have to finish it. But I spent all day on it….” Namine let her lower lip stick out just a tiny bit, knowing Kairi couldn’t resist that face.

And indeed, she couldn’t, although she also couldn’t resist kissing Namine, and they were getting farther than kissing when Namine pulled back, panting that her parents were due back in a few hours, so they should eat now and go up to her bedroom to watch a movie.

Kairi had agreed and begun to eat. It tasted amazing, and Kairi was vaguely surprised that she was able to eat the entire thing. She had felt so stuffed afterwards that when they went up to Namine’s bedroom to watch a movie, as well as to kiss and cuddle and fumble their way through attempts at sex, she was nearly too tired to do so. She had let Namine do what she wished, enjoying the feeling of a full belly and Namine’s clever and ticklish fingers along her slightly distended belly, kissing and nuzzling along it.

On their three month anniversary, Namine gave Kairi a box of fancy chocolates and fed each of them to her with her fingers, kissing her after she swallowed each one. By then, Kairi was starting to notice that she was looking different. Her breasts seemed fuller, her legs less bony, and all of her clothing seemed a bit… tighter. She gave another mental shrug (maybe all the sex meant more estrogen or something?), wrapping an arm around Namine’s shoulders as the two of them sat together in the movie theater and idly nibbling on an M&M that the other girl offered.

On their sixth month anniversary, Namine baked a cake, a big red velvet one with cream cheese frosting and loads of chocolate. She fed it, forkful by forkful, while the two of them sat on Kairi’s couch. Namine had half a slice (if that), claiming that she got more pleasure from watching Kairi eat than from eating the cake herself. When the two of them put the plates away to do something romantic, Namine kisses between Kairi’s breasts, feeling where her ribs are covered by softness, then pausing to lick and suckle at one nipple, then move down, until she was licking at Kairi’s pussy as if it were an ice cream cone.

On their eight month anniversary, Namine baked a batch of cookies. The two of them sat up in Kairi’s room, and after each cookie, Namine kissed her on the mouth, tasting the mix of peanut butter and Kairi. She presses the other girl onto her back, kissing her senseless. She felt the softness of Kairi’s stomach under her hand, and she had to lift the other girl’s pajama top and kiss down, from the soft pudge around her navel to her breasts to her mouth, arching and mewling against the soft flesh so close to her own.

On their one year anniversary, Namine made a whole dinner. Chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, everything, and she loaded Kairi’s plate up carefully. She watched greedily as Kairi ate, admiring the way her breasts had gotten bigger, her face softer. She smiled and gave the other girl another helping of everything, eating her own food slowly, more intent on watching Kairi eat.

That night, Namine tied Kairi’s wrists together and went to work exploring every inch of it, from the tickly bottoms of her feet to the soft skin of her legs, to the softer flesh of her thighs, to the indescribable taste of her pussy. She ate the other girl out through three orgasms, pausing now and again to play with her breasts or kiss her belly.

Kairi returned the favor, of course, as much as she could. She particularly loved it when Namine straddled her face, and she did her best to give the other girl enough orgasms to leave her exhausted. After having her wrists untied, Kairi wrapped her arms around Namine’s waist and spooned up to the girl, nuzzling the back of her neck, then sighing contentedly.

Namine sighed as well. Kairi was warm and soft against her, so soft, and Namine loved it so much. It was amazing, how Kairi had gone from nothing but skin and bones to… this.

The next morning, Kairi stood in front of the mirror, examining herself critically. She had an unbuttoned pair of jeans on, and the buttons of her shirt were straining to hold it closed over her belly and breasts. She made a face, but smiled when Namine met her eyes in the mirror, then wrapped her arms around her more or less absent waistline.

“I can’t believe how fat I’ve gotten,” she said, and her voice had a trace of awe as she stared at herself in the mirror.

“I know,” Namine kissed the side of Kairi’s neck and pressed down on her soft belly with one hand, remembering when holding Kairi like this meant being poked by too many bones. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

Kairi rolled her eyes and kissed Namine’s temple, which was all she could reach. “You’re such a weirdo,” she said affectionately, linking hands with her and kissing the knuckles.

“I know,” Namine said, and ran her other hand across Kairi’s lovely breasts, taking in the way her thighs looked, and her belly, so wonderfully soft and round…. “So… pancakes for breakfast? I’ll make ‘em with blueberries and chocolate chips, just the way you like ‘em!”