[C] Get Fat

“Get fat,” Mai declared as she sat back up, giving the redhead a very serious expression as she did so.

“Haa? Why?” Nao directed a skeptical look up at her girlfriend.

It was a lazy Sunday where neither of them felt like doing anything specific. Instead, they decided to stay in and enjoy each other’s company.

“Because this,” the orange-haired woman replied, pressing her hand against Nao’s annoyingly toned stomach, “is not a comfortable pillow. You’re all bone and muscle. And then you do this thing where you tense your stomach and it gets even harder. So get fat. Get some fluff in there.”

“This thing...?” Nao prompted.

“It happens when your chest rises.”

It took a moment for it to click. “You mean breathing? You don’t want me to breathe?”

“Not breathing. Just... your chest rises and your stomach tenses at the same time.”

Nao sat up from her previous position so that the two can continue having this conversation at similar eye levels. “My chest rises when I inhale, which is one of the steps you do in order to breathe, Mai. So, you’re saying you don’t want me to inhale, which means you don’t want me to breathe... all because my body is too lean?”

Puffing out her cheeks, Mai smacked her girlfriend playfully before retorting, “Of course I want you to breathe. If you don’t breathe, you won’t live. And I really prefer my girlfriend alive. I’m just saying that you’re not a very comfortable pillow, so you should get some cushion in there to be nice and squishy. I don’t want to feel like I’m laying my head on a rock.”

The redhead stared back at her girlfriend for about two minutes before replying. “Why can’t we just switch positions then?”

“Don’t wanna...” she pouted.

“I can’t help that my body is in shape. It just happens because of all the exercise that I do.  Besides, you choose the food that I eat. I’m pretty sure you have more control over my getting fat than I do.”


The next day...

“So hungry,” Nao grumbled to herself as she pulled out her bento.

Today’s lunch was slightly heavier than usual, which led the redhead to believe that Mai probably packed a little more food in there than usual. But she wasn’t going to complain. She could probably eat several bentos at this point.

She opened up her box to see the variety of food that her girlfriend packed for her, and couldn’t help but chuckle to herself when she saw what she would be eating: fried chicken, croquettes, and pasta.