drblackjack - Plus Size - Rolls Reversed

Ever wonder what things would be like if Miharu was the shy one and Takumi was the confident one?

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The examination room was quiet after hours, the only light the soft glow of the lamp over the scale. Dr. Miharu Endo stood with her back to it, lab coat drawn tightly across the heavy swell of her belly, cheeks already burning. She had gained again. She knew it. The scale would confirm what the stretched seams of her blouse and the way her thighs pressed together when she walked already screamed to the world at large.

“Maybe if I take off my coat first…”

“Step on the scale, Doctor,” Nurse Takumi said, voice warm and unhurried. She didn’t wear the coat. The pink uniform stretched obscenely over her own massive curves—breasts spilling over the low neckline, belly a soft, heavy shelf that rested against the counter, hips so wide she had to turn sideways to pass between the cabinets. Takumi loved every pound of herself it was clear to see as she squared her shoulders causing her weight to shift and the fabric of her uniform to creak.

Miharu obeyed, eyes fixed on the wall. The numbers climbed. One hundred and twelve kilos. Then higher. So much higher. She made a small, wounded sound and tried to step off before the numbers reached their peak.

Takumi’s hands settled on her waist from behind, thick fingers sinking into soft flesh. “Stay.” Her thumbs stroked the undersides of Miharu’s breasts through her sweater. “You’ve been stress-eating the night-shift snacks again. I can feel the new layer right here.” She lifted the hem of the coat slowly, exposing the pale, trembling swell of Miharu’s belly. It had grown rounder, lower, the soft underhang resting against the waistband of her trousers. When Takumi cupped it, the flesh spilled over her fingers in heavy folds.

“Nurse Hara, please—someone could—”

“No one is here.” Takumi pressed closer, her own enormous chest crushing against Miharu’s back, belly molding to the smaller woman’s rear. She was so much softer, so much bigger; every movement made their fat roll and settle against each other with quiet, wet sounds. “Look at you. These thighs have gotten so thick I can barely fit my hands between them.” She slid one palm down, wedging it into the hot crease where Miharu’s thighs met. The skin there was damp, dimpled, yielding. Miharu’s breath hitched.

“I’m supposed to be the doctor,” she whispered, voice cracking. “Not… this.”

“You’re still the best on the floor,” Takumi murmured against her ear. Her free hand pushed under the blouse, fingers spreading across the heavy underside of one breast, lifting and letting it drop so the weight bounced. “But your body doesn’t care about what you think of it. It just keeps getting softer. Bigger. These rolls—” she traced the deep crease beneath the belly “—they weren’t here last month. I can get my whole hand under here now.” She did, palm cupping the warm, yielding underhang, squeezing gently until fat spilled between her fingers.

Miharu’s knees weakened. She braced herself on the scale’s rail, thighs trembling. Every inch of her felt exposed and enormous under Takumi’s hands—the way her belly jiggled with each shaky breath, the way her rear had widened until the trousers dug deep grooves into the soft meat of her hips. Takumi rocked against her slowly, deliberately, letting her own much larger belly and breasts crush and shift over Miharu’s back, a heavy, smothering reminder of how far the nurse had already gone and how far the doctor was still growing.

“Only because you won’t let me transfer the weight to you…” Miharu whined, her plump lips puckering into a pout. Takumi loved the faces she made when she was being teased.

She grabbed handfuls of Miharu’s belly, causing it to shake and ripple violently underneath her sweater. Hundreds of pounds of gelatinous softness oozed between her fingers, causing the doctor to let out a pleasurable gasp.

The wet spot spread a little more.

“You earned all of this. Why should I take what is rightfully yours?”

“So keep gaining,” Takumi said, low and certain, lips brushing the shell of Miharu’s ear. “Let’s save more and I’ll measure every new pound. In private. Where no one else gets to see how beautiful you look when you can’t hide it anymore.”

Miharu closed her eyes, face burning, body trembling under the confident weight of the woman behind her. The scale still glowed between her feet, flashing that enormous number that she dare not utter aloud.

Another surgery at Takumi’s behest would only make it go higher.

She didn’t step off.