Now that she was fat, Aqua started off her mornings a little differently than before.
The first thing she did after climbing out of bed, even before she went to the shower, was to check out her burgeoning body in the wall-sized mirror of her bedroom. It was as if she were obligated to do it as a constant reminder that she was over 100 pounds chubbier than she'd been two years ago. The physique she'd been so proud of, a fit body worthy for the future Keyblade Master she'd dreamed of become, was long gone.
"I keep getting so big..." she murmured, her lips twisting into a thin grimace.
When Aqua raised her pajama shirt before the mirror, her fluffy belly rolled out, stopping just a few inches past her thick waistline. It had no rolls nor did it divide into a number flabby sections, it was simply an overfed, bloated sphere of fatty flesh, protruding far out of her abdomen, as if she'd swallowed a beach-ball. Her belly-button looked like a tiny black-hole. Gripping the sides of the fatty dome, she gave it a good shake, watching in dismay at how much it jiggled as a result. However, the longer she started at the mesmerizing image of a bouncy belly in motion, the more a blush started to creep upon her face. She was feeling hot all over, though, not just in her cheeks...
"Ugh!" Aqua snapped herself out of it.
She let her pajama shirt drop, covering her belly once more, but the significant bulge couldn't hope to be hidden. The rest of her body wasn't faring much better, either. She was on the verge of a double-chin, her breasts were fattier and heavier, making a bra much more necessary, and her rear was making her battle uniform's short-shorts ride up. There was also the small but noteworthy issue that her back-fat would bulge out over the ribbons on her uniform's back. Aqua flustered as she remembered that embarrassing moment in front of her friends.
She decided to head out for breakfast, but not before she changed out of her pajamas. Her reputation could only be ruined further if she let anyone know she still wore Chocobo-print pajamas to bed.
The dining room of the Land of Departure was nothing short of a banquet hall, even though the ancient castle, which once housed hundreds of Keyblade wielders in the early days of the war, was nowadays occupied by four to five people at most, three apprentices and two old masters. The food appeared magically in the banquet hall, completely out of thin air but still cooked to perfection. How or why this happened was unknown. Master Xehanort theorized it was the magic of a great Keyblade Master who had used it long ago to keep the many warriors fed, yet the magic must have been great to continue lasting so many years after the caster's death. You could ask for any meal, and it would appear on your plate in a matter of seconds. Whatever it was, Aqua blamed, partially, the magic of the mess hall for her extreme weight gain.
Aqua entered the banquet hall to find Terra and Ventus already eating breakfast; Master Eraqus and Master Xehanort were absent. Aqua tugged on her uniform again for the tenth time since leaving her bedroom. She was desperate to ensure not even a sliver of her bare belly flesh would be seen. Terra and Ven hadn't said a word yet about her fat, but there was no way they couldn't have noticed it yet. Although, considering how naive they sometimes were, Aqua wondered if they ever did notice. No, that was impossible, they HAD to have noticed. There was no way to conceal her fleshy dome as it is.
In any case, she approached them with her usual air of friendliness.
"Good morning, Terra! Good morning, Ven!"
"Aqua!" Terra and Ven exclaimed her name at the same time.
Aqua took her seat, cringing from the way the chair creaked beneath her. She gave her gut an absent-minded pat. It didn't seem like she was raging hungry like she'd been the last few days, which was when she really started putting on the pounds. Terra and Ven were already almost done eating themselves. Of course, the boys had eaten just enough proteins and carbs for the day of work ahead.
Master Eraqus had taught them that, even if the possibility of excess was available to them, they should never go beyond what was truly necessary, so as not to become lazy and dependent. The two boys followed that well, but poor Aqua had let her hidden gluttony get the better of her. She'd tried hard to conceal it before her weight gain happened, but she'd always been a big eater, and she assumed her extensive training would keep the pounds from piling on. Unfortunately she put on more weight than she could lose each day, and she ended up reaching her current size. Now she couldn't perform a handstand without her breasts slapping her face. Forget about all of the cartwheels, rolls and spins she once performed with her ballet-like fighting style.
Thinking about it all made Aqua hungry.
The magic seemed to read her mind, and a gourmet breakfast fit for a king materialized in front of her. Two cheese omelets, six slices of crispy bacon, a tower of toast, three cinnamon buns, two bagels slathered with cream cheese on the inside, pancakes, sausages, a brownie, and as if to mock her, a bowl of white rice with miso soup, a favorite of Master Eraqus' that Aqua picked up on as a little child. Aqua groaned. She wasn't wrong, she was being forced into gaining weight this way. She remembered another one of Master Eraqus' teachings too, to not let anything of potential go to waste. The bluenette grit her teeth, swallowed her pride, and with a final growl of her empty tummy, she started working on her dishes.
Needless to say, it took her about a half-hour, which for such an extensive meal was not very long. Instead of going off to train like usual, Terra and Ven stayed back, unable to take their eyes away from their swelling friend. Aqua was eating enough food for two people, three people at the most. She sliced the omelets apart, dousing them in ketchup and mayonnaise before she ate every piece. The sausages were downed with a single gulp between each.
Pancakes, bagels and cinnamon buns were picked apart before they too all found a new, temporary home within Aqua's belly region. Aqua's last reigns of self-restraint had fallen off after she'd eaten her third pancake. She wanted to keep tasting more and more, Eraqus' teachings be damned. The brownie crumbled inside her mouth as she viciously chewed it apart, tasting the creamy vanilla center. Terra's spoon dropped from his gaping mouth and hit the rim of his plate with a quiet 'tink'.
Aqua, swallowing her final piece of food, leaned as far back in her chair as would be allowed. She gulped, anticipating the rise of a belch bubbling up her throat. She tried to keep her lips shut tight; she would be damned if she started burping in front of her friends, like some kind of slob. But it was no use. Even for all of her magical expertise, Aqua could not stop the workings of her own body. Her lips separated as a foghorn of belly gas flung out. Embarrassed, Aqua slapped her hands over her mouth, even though it was already too late. Her eyes glanced down; her overstuffed stomach had forced her shirt to ride up some, and her bellybutton was clearly visible. Aqua brought her hands back down, groaning; there was little reason in trying to keep herself decent anymore. Her stomach was almost bigger than her whole body now, and she felt like she was going to pop.
Terra cautiously approached her from the side. "Aqua…are you okay?"
"Terra…I'm sorry…I…" Aqua tried to get onto her feet, but she found that her belly had her pinned; it was trapped between her and the table, with some extra flab flowing onto said table and into the pile of dishes.
"No, don't worry about it. Let me help you up. Ven, come on!"
Until now, Ven had been staring at Aqua's stomach, his lower jaw hanging. "Uh…right. Hold on, Aqua!"
Aqua wanted to cry, not of sadness but of gratitude. She had truly been gifted by Kingdom Hearts to have friends as wonderful as Terra and Ventus.
Entering the training room, Aqua's face turned pale white.
Barbells that reached hundred pounds, a running track that went full circle around the room, a trampoline, sets of hurdles, an agility ladder, an obstacle course with Unversed signs you had to strike in order to finish, and so on and so on.
Aqua looked down at her belly. She couldn't even see her feet past it anymore. She waddled back to her bedroom, dejected.
"I'm so fat…" Aqua grumbled like a disobedient child who'd just been punished.
She grabbed a love-handle, fondled the protruding flesh between her fingers, and let it fall. She was standing before her giant mirror again, stripped down to her underwear, so she could see every inch of her unfit body, all at once. She gave her reflection a harsh, judging glare. Her chubby face, her thick neck, her heavy breasts, her globular belly, her touching thighs, and her bloated rear. She was a mess. She wasn't the Aqua that she wanted to be, that she was supposed to be. She wanted to become a Keyblade Master, but how could she ever be one when she was this fat? She would be torn apart by the Unversed before she could finish perform a cartwheel to safety. Forget about swinging her keyblade. She was using it right now as a makeshift 'belly lift', that's how bad she'd gotten.
Terra, Ven and Master Eraqus had held their tongues so far, bless them, but if Aqua couldn't start controlling her appetite soon, they would have to say something eventually. All of the food she'd eaten for breakfast so far wasn't going to help her on any journey to reaching thinness again. Aqua gave her stomach a powerful slap, but it was so stuffed, that it didn't even jiggle. It was like she'd tried pounding on a big stone. The packed contents inside were noisily churning away.
Aqua started to blush again. She slapped her hands to her head, burying her face into her chubby palms. She shook her head back and forth, shrieking.
'I'm supposed to hate being this fat…but why am I getting so turned on by it all the time?'