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Dr-Black-Jack — Plus Size Holiday: The Trick of Treats (Story+Art)
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Published: 2017-10-25 11:44:46 +0000 UTC; Views: 48753; Favourites: 230; Downloads: 79
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After several unanswered knocks at the door, Dr Miharu Endo found her theatre nurse Takumi Hara sprawled out on the kitchen floor of her apartment. She was surrounded in a ring of empty ice cream containers and potato chip packets as she cradled her strained belly and groaned like a cow long overdue to be milked. She was dressed in the tattered remains of what looked to be a maid outfit but had patchy moist stains of strawberry pink and chocolate brown which had fused her to her undulant breasts. The elastic ribbon which should have sat comfortably atop her waistline had steeped the lower slope of her bulging but which in turn exposed her round, deep navel. The muffled sobbing which emanated from the crook of her arm signalled her obvious distress.
“Hey! Are you alright? What happened?!”
Takumi stiffened at the sound of Miharu’s voice as she mentally kicked herself for not having locked the front door.
“G-go a-w-way…”
The nurse ragged sobs were punctuated with moans as she clutched her belly tighter. Softness abounded as most of it continued to sag onto the floor like sand settling in a sack. The doctor, being a larger girl herself, gingerly lowered herself down as she sat beside Takumi’s head. With her legs outstretched either side of the nurse’s bulky apple frame, the doctor gently hoisted her onto the makeshift pillow of her own belly until she sat propped up by Miharu’s softness. Takumi could only groan a series of protests as she rolled her bulk side to side uncomfortably.
“H-hey, don’t do that! Come on now-don’t-”
Miharu moved her hands forward to restrain her but only found mobile landscapes of pillowy softness which continued to resist her touch as she jiggled back and forth. She eventually landed them on where the tips of her shoulders would have been had they not already been buried under a couple of inches deep in flabby softness. She held onto her gently as the nurse’s sobs decayed into shuddering sniffles.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Nuh-uh…”
The doctor decided to try a different tactic.
“Can you stand? The hospital Halloween party starts in a few hours and when you told me you weren’t going, I thought it was odd that you’d pass up the chance for some free candy. If we clean you up, we can still make it.”
“Nuhh….”
The nurse peered into the doctor’s eyes as though mustering all the concentration in the world. She recognized that look as being the one belonging to someone stuffed beyond belief and was barely able to hold it together. The nurse stifled a polite belch, lowered her left arm over her tear stained eyes and held up three, pudgy fingers.
“Three things went wrong…” She continued between sobs. “First, my Halloween outfit last year…d-didn’t…dinun…didn’t…fit me anymore…in fact it ripped…Second, I ate several cartons of i-ice cream…all at once…and my head is killing me…I thought…I thought I could mop it up with salty food…but the potato chips…didn’t help either…I’m very, VERY, full…”
“And what’s the third reason?” Miharu questioned carefully.
The sobs continued silently.
“Takumi?”
“If I get up…you’ll see me…”
“I see you at work every day. What makes now any different.”
The nurse muttered something almost inaudible.
“What was that?” Miharu pressed.
“’CUZ I’M EVEN FATTER AND UGLIER THAN EVER BEFORE!”
Tears welled up at the corners of Takumi’s eyes again and cascaded down her soft, round cheeks.
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am! I tried going out to be social last Halloween, try to be confident like you are but when I went to the candy table in the cafeteria I overheard them talking about me! Th-they said I was the sort of maid who could only clean out kitchens and even called me p…p…preggers! Like I was some kind of floozy working to support my baby daddy!”
The nurse began to sob again heavily. Miharu attempted to distract her. The doctor pulled at the hem of her dress and undid her apron which already looked fit to burst. Inches of soft belly immediately flowed out as she began to gently rub the mass of soft fat packed solid with food.
“Ohhhh,” Takumi moaned, “It feels good…why did I think eating that much would ever be a good idea…”
“Because comfort food makes us feel comfortable,” Miharu said as she continued to knead and caress her. “Also, sometimes you really don’t know when to stop.”
“I-I don’t want to hear that from a doctor who literally gains hundreds of pounds every day at work only to lose them just as quickly!”
Miharu stopped her belly rub, much to Takumi’s reluctant surprise.
“You’d be surprised at the sort of things which I don’t want to hear sometimes. I know the group of nurses you’re talking about. There are doctors who say the same thing about me too.”
The doctor raised her artificial right arm and from her position upon Miharu’s belly, Takumi could see her features melt into a look of feminine fondness she had never recalled witnessing before.
“I’ve had those sorts of things said about me my whole life,” the doctor continued. “But I do not regret who I am or how I came to be. What drives my confidence is not my size or my ability, but simply knowing that I am alive and was someone worth saving. It is for that very reason why I enjoy my food and allow my body to grow as it wishes.”
Miharu rested both hands against her own doughy belly before they retreated around the back of her coat and out of Takumi’s view. The nurse continued to stare at the ceiling in silence for a few moments as she allowed the doctor’s words to sink in amidst the rustling sound of wrapping paper being undone. When they returned back into view, the nurse could see that she was holding an enormous red and yellow dress which looked just to be her side.
“This is why I like to pay homage to my inspiration every now and then and would be more than happy if you would join me in doing so at the party this evening. I’ve got my costume as well, but it just wouldn’t feel right if I went without my matching nurse.”
The outfit was custom made, Takumi could tell that much. She had spent so much time adjusting and altering her own outfits to fit her that she could see the stitch work was done by hand. Unlike any machine however, the fabric was fastened with surgical knots and stitches. She had never received a gift like that in her life.
The effect was dramatic. Now on the verge of nearly bursting into tears for an entirely different reason, the two girls supported each other as they attempted to heave themselves vertical which was not easy at a combined weight of just over a quarter of a ton. Miharu had Takumi’s left arm draped over her shoulder as she wrapped her right arm around her enormous waist. The doctor could feel the weight of Takumi’s enormous right breast bounce against the back of her hand and the remains of her skirt’s waistband was just riding above her crotch where her flabby, bare belly thrust out above it. It shuddered with every step they took to steady themselves.
“It’ll take me some time to clean up and change…” Takumi mumbled as she tried to embrace the dress without getting it dirty. “D-do you think they’ll mind if we’re fashionably late?”
“If they do, we can always just go trick or treating ourselves,” Miharu shrugged with a smile as she donned the black cape of her outfit. “It is Halloween evening after all and we’re getting our candy one way or another.”
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