Getting Kinda Fat

"My belly is showing..."

Naoto thinks to herself while examining her current predicament. The once loose-fitting button up is now undoubtedly ill-fitting.

"At this rate, I'm gonna burst out of this, is my shirt shrinking in the wash?"

The buttons strain against her burgeoning midsection as she grabs at her tummy, giving it a light jiggle.

"Or maybe I'm just...

She holds on the thought for a second, as if handling sensitive information, before finishing it with a sigh;

-getting kinda fat"

Being regarded highly in the office has it's perks. After solving such an enigmatic case as the one in Inaba all those years ago, nobody would give Naoto a hard time for taking time at her own leisure.

The work horse that she is, typically Naoto wouldn't be using this respect to it's fullest. At least, until recently. It turns out that another one of those perks is readily available treats in the break room.

After a rather high-calorie break, Naoto went to return to her post so she cou-

POP - POP - POP

The buttons flew off her bloated figure one after another, her bosom and engorged tummy breaking out of their confines and exposing themselves to the world.

"N-no way! My shirt!!"

Naoto quickly grew flustered, and her mind raced in her astonishment.

"I can't believe this, how did the shirt shrink so much?!"

Looking at her massive belly, she quickly realizes that her deduction skills have been initially mistaken...

"No, what am I thinking? I'm definitely...

-getting kinda fat"

After an event like that, Naoto definitely grew more wise to her weight gain, even if parts of it were still a bit unbelievable to her.

While she was extremely grateful to have been alone in that break room, there was a surreal element to what happened. Had she really gotten fat enough to burst out of her shirts?

She'd always been thin, and had never expected to find herself putting on so much weight. Regardless, she knew she had to buy new clothes for herself, to avoid a situation like that happening again.

As Naoto would learn, simply becoming aware of her weight gain did not lead to it ending.

"C-come on!"

Naoto struggled against her old jeans, her meaty thighs refusing to let the small pants creep up whatsoever.

Realizing the endeavor was fruitless, Naoto sat down defeated. Her old jeans hugged her chunky legs tightly as she examined herself in the mirror.

"Looks like these jeans are done for, too... I-I'm running out of stuff that fits me..."

There was no need to search for the truth, as it was staring her right in the face. It was sitting in her lap, it was forming rolls at her side, it was making all her old clothes too tight...

"There's just no denying it, Naoto. You're...

-getting kinda fat"

No matter how much she thought she'd put a pin on it, there was an element to her weight gain she could never fully understand.

She realized she was getting fat, she realized that she was already considered fat, and she even understood that her habits would only lead to her getting fatter...

Yet, like a great mystery, there was something she couldn't get. Perhaps it was just the surreal pace at which she doubled her weight?

Regardless, the investigative part of her had her curiosity peaked, and almost instinctually she got to sleuthing.

What she would discover was a forgotten pair of pants in the very depths of her storage. She used to wear pants like this all the time, enjoying the fact that they were extremely loose and stretchy.

In fact, this particular pair was only so disregarded because she had gotten it at too large of a size, not being able to tighten the straps in the front to fit her once thinner waist.

For one reason or another, she had held onto it all this time, and Naoto believed she had found a suitable trial for her curiosity. Had she gotten too big for even these?

Going off the memory of these being inconceivably large, she initially doubted she'd grown too big for them... Until she quickly found resistance as she pulled them on.

Jumping up and down, her hefty body was sent jiggling like a bowl of gelatin. The pants, practically glued to her backside, did slowly creep up higher and higher as she pulled.

However, the pants met their match at the middle of her cheeks. Naoto struggled against the waistband some more, only to find the victory her ass had on the pants was an indisputable one.

"E-even these pants don't fit me anymore?"

Aside from her bras and undergarments, Naoto realized that this was the last of her old clothes that she had outgrown. She had become fat enough to completely outgrow even the largest her old wardrobe had to offer.

Still futilely holding onto the waistband, she realized just how much her own hands were sinking into her plush backside.

"God, even my ass is...

-getting kinda fat"

Naoto started becoming aware of very promising leads to resolving her understanding.

Her weight gain was undeniable, there was no longer any dissonance with the mere concept of her sporting a large, hefty body. Yet still, there remained that aspect which pinched at her mind, telling her she wasn't getting the full picture yet.

But she was starting to pick up on clues. And as stated, she believed they were extremely promising:

She found herself dreaming that she was thin once again, only to eat so much in the dream that she'd end up as heavy as she now found herself, and often even beyond.

She found herself checking her weight almost daily, despite never committing herself to be on a diet.

She found herself looking forward to the frankly insane amounts of food she'd have delivered to her home each night.

And most promising of all, she found herself to get noticeably hot under the hood when others would comment on her weight.

Still, these were just clues. But, it was enough to mount a case.

Naoto issued a search warrant for her wardrobe, digging up both the bra and the panties she had worn on so many of the key days in the investigation.

"I'm so ashamed..."

Even though the undergarments went on, calling her decent would be a stretch. Her massive body laid almost entirely bare, every soft contour being easily traceable.

"I look like such a pig..."

The panties she had slipped on could no longer take the extreme widths they were being stretched to, and they snapped. Given the extreme strain on her bra, it was only a matter of seconds before that gave out as well. With this development came a new clue; Naoto found her heart racing.

"I-I've outgrown all my clothes, yet even still..."

It was time for the moment any great investigator waits for, a confession.

"I think I might like...

-getting kinda fat"