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Kiryu stood in front of the mirrored wardrobe in his small Nagasugai apartment, the blinds drawn closed despite the cheerful morning sun outside. What had intended to be a quick one-over before he headed to work was turning into a staring competition with his own reflection. He'd lived in a baggy sweatsuit most of his days here, and it had certainly been doing a good job of making him feel like he hadn't gained a substantial amount of weight over the past few months. His work clothes, though?
The once tailored uniform had Kiryu noticing, really noticing for the first time, how the fabric stretched and the buttons strained. How he had inadvertently gone from notch to notch on his belt until he was buckling it on the very last one, a final mercy for his growing waistline before he would be forced to purchase a new one entirely. He almost didn't recognize himself, standing there with such sad and tired eyes, those perpetual bags, that bad posture.
This big, protruding belly.
Kiryu's eyes widened as he stared, as if it had somehow magically came to be overnight, but of course he knew that wasn't the case. No, this had been snowballing ever since he decided to leave Kamurocho and make Okinawa his home, slowly but steadily. The only difference between then and now - aside from the near forty pounds of extra mass - was that he had been happy those years. Unbothered by his softened features, and maybe even a little proud of it.
Voices of old friends and family echoed in his mind and squeezed his heart. He remembered Rikiya, how the young man had affectionately referred to his figure as a dad bod, and how Kiryu had kind of liked the sound of that. He was a dad, after all. And the kids always said he gave the best hugs. But now? This dad bod situation had gotten out of hand. Kiryu wondered if he still even counted as a dad. If he did, he sure wasn't convinced he was a good one, anymore.
There was simply no sugarcoating it - Kiryu had gotten well and truly fat in Fukuoka, and it made his cheeks burn with a confusing, perverse heat.
He gingerly squeezed his thick love handles as he stood there, before patting the fullest part of his belly and watching it jiggle. He bit down on his bottom lip. Maybe this odd sense of satisfaction he was feeling was there to help him to cope, as if maybe feeling less like himself would offset the isolation, the detachment from everything he once knew. He wasn't a stranger to a softer middle, but it had been a few months since he had seen his feet.
His thoughts briefly turned to Kaoru, wondering what she would think of him now, having let himself go like this. What would anyone think, for that matter? Would Date-san be just as surprised? Would Majima-no-niisan tease him, more than he already used to? Kiryu's cheeks burned ever hotter, his thoughts turning him on just as much as they embarrassed him.
Fortunately, it was almost time for work, and if there was one thing Kiryu still had control over in his life, it was making sure he got there on time.
Kiryu showed up to Nagasu Taxi the same as he usually did. He clocked in, he greeted his boss and his colleagues. To everyone around him, to those who hadn't known any better, it was just another weekday. Suzuki-san had always been a very quiet, very big man.
But the truth was, this morning's little revelation had Kiryu feeling hyper-aware of himself. He found himself staring at his profile in the agency's windows. Staring at his softer jawline, his bigger ass, fatter pecs, the way his once modestly pudgy belly rounded out into a proper gut. He looked huge—everywhere. It was staggering. It was...fuck, it was sexy.
Now there was a thought. But Kiryu didn't have time to entertain it, nor was he sure he was brave enough to.
And so Kiryu welcomed his first passenger of the day into his taxi, always clean and organized despite the rather cluttered state of mind he'd been in since moving here. Despite everything, he was grateful for his job. And he took pride in doing a good job. That's why he had put in an order for a new, longer seat belt.
Kiryu winced when he settled into the driver's seat, his belly bumping the steering wheel and sounding off a short, awkward honk. He grit his teeth when the taxi jostled under his weight, when his wide thighs and ample ass filled the seat a little more than completely. He wasn't usually this clumsy, but he never realized just how much space he took up until he got here, where he was deliberately trying to appear small and unassuming.
But those simply weren't the words to describe a fat, legendary ex-yakuza, were they?
Lunch was more of the same. Extra large soba at a local tachigui shop - fast, cheap, but warming and filling. Kiryu stood with hunched shoulders, his tall frame slurping down his noodles while his overhanging belly naturally rested atop the table. He felt like some kind of deviant, and he knew people were staring. At his plump ass testing the strength of his trouser seams, or his thick nipples poking through his vest in the cold, he didn't quite know. He squirmed in equal parts discomfort and excitement under the attention, the hearty meal warming his belly the same way it warmed his cheeks.
When Kiryu finally returned home that evening, he had just about had it with himself. He threw off his tie, tore away his shirt and parked himself on the edge of his bed, the loud creak doing nothing to mitigate his bubbling arousal. His first task was to rid himself of his undoubtedly soon-to-be useless belt. Kiryu let out a sigh of relief once the buckle popped open, his roundness spilling forward into his lap and pulling another sweet, soft sound from his throat.
No time to overthink this. Kiryu hiked his hands under his heavy belly, blushing a deep scarlet when he realized that it was in the way of reaching his dick as easily as it used to be. He fumbled with his zipper, before finally tugging his hefty cock out of his pants. He was already half-hard and leaking, his mind plagued with thoughts of his own plump body and the incidents it had caused throughout the day. They had stockpiled into something larger, something increasingly undeniable.
Kiryu grit his teeth as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock firmly, feeling more sensitive than he ever remembered, his libido having been dead in the water since moving here. He lolled his head back as he stroked himself up and down, swelling and hardening to full mast, thighs nudging further apart as he grew accustomed to the long withheld and welcome touch.
His free hand came to grasp at one of his meaty pecs as if it had a mind of its own, and he bit down on his lip in delight, finally allowing himself to really feel how soft he's gotten. He squeezed his fingers into the plush flesh and moaned, thinking back to when there was nothing there to grab—not like this, anyway. This felt better. God, this felt so, so much better. He ran his thumb over his fat nipple before he pinched and tugged it roughly, softly whining all the while and sending waves of pleasure straight to his cock.
His tits were amazing—yeah, tits—he hummed in a daze, but his belly was undeniably the star of the show. He meandered down to shamelessly grab a thick handful of it while his other, more obedient hand worked away faster at his cock. He was leaking profusely now, pre oozing out of his slit like a broken faucet. Slick and wet sounds filled the apartment while he pumped desperately, belly jiggling and heavy balls bouncing each time he tugged his fat cock. It knocked the breath right out of him, gasping and grunting as the pressure in his groin built exponentially.
Close, close, close. So close already, just one more thing to be a ridiculous blend of embarrassed and aroused by. Kiryu fell back onto the bed and arched his back as best he could under the weight of his fat belly, thighs spread wide and trembling with only his toes touching the floor. He squeezed his cock one last time while his other hand flung to grip and twist into the sheets, moaning brazenly as pleasure finally exploded from the inside out.
Hot cum spurt onto his belly and between the fat mounds of his pecs in thick, pent-up ropes, leaving Kiryu helpless to his own climax, his face a picture of pure mindless ecstasy. He promptly collapsed onto the bed with a clunk, hand sliding off his sensitive cock as his body went limp. He let his eyelids fall closed in exhaustion, jaw slack and panting.
What had compelled him to do this after so long, again? Oh, yeah. He was the heaviest he'd ever been in his life, and he liked it. God help him, he liked it. For some mutinous reason, he reveled in being this big, this plush, how his size demanded attention and forced him to take up space he had no business occupying in this dreary, lonely city. It was cathartic to finally admit it to himself, to be honest about just one thing, just one time, for the first time in the past 6 months.
With a quiet, strained groan, Kiryu forced himself back into a sitting position, his limbs feeling even heavier than usual after such an intense and overdue orgasm. He clenched his jaw when he felt the warm, viscous evidence of his release dribbling down into the soft creases of his body and sticking to his untamed body hair. Going to bed now would've been nice, but he knew it would only create a bigger problem to clean up later.
The day's confession lingered in the air when Kiryu returned from a much needed shower, refreshed and wearing the only article of clothing that still fit him decently. He stepped into his small living space and was greeted with the familiar scent of hearty comfort food; looks like the Italian joint next door to his apartment had opened for the night. The aroma and warmth radiating from the store had beguiled him every night, but he had never allowed himself to indulge.
He peered down at himself, his oversized grey sweatsuit still falling relatively loosely over his belly. Only article of clothing that still fit him decently, huh? He licked his lips, his cheeks rosy.
That new seat belt couldn't arrive fast enough.