"Kaito, you're lucky you're not human or you'd be a blimp by now..."
Kaito was seated at the dining room table, wearing just his tank top and brown pants. His familiar jacket and muffler hung on a hook over the door. He had his fourth pint of strawberry ice cream in one hand, a spoon in the other, and he'd almost drained the container of its tasty contents. "Aw, come on Meiko-chan, I'm not that bad..." he pouted, "Plus I do all that dancing, I'm sure I'd keep up!"
The brunette began scooping away the empty ice cream containers on the table. "And what about you and all that sake anyway?" he said.
Meiko hestitated for a moment before continuing. "Sake... and I... are different," she mumbled, "And... it's still way healthier for you than ice cream anyway..."
In spite of her excuse, Meiko laid off of him after she finished taking out the trash. As the two oldest Vocaloids in the house, Meiko and Kaito theoretical
Software Glitch Part 2: A Helping Handdebuchan
There were really only two things Kaito loved in the world - ice cream, and his girlfriend, Miku. Under any other circumstance, the idea of Miku feeding him ice cream would have been perfect - a way for him to combine two loves into one. From time to time, she'd even do it herself and Kaito would find himself having a little more ice cream than he'd planned... but was that so wrong? It's not like he'd get anything more than an ice cream headache.
It was very wrong right now, as thanks to his glitch, every pound showed on his formerly toned frame. And if Kaito thought he'd been getting fat quickly before, when he was only feeding himself, Miku could apparently increase his waistline far faster. To think... just a little while ago, he'd been scared of her seeing him because she'd immediately cry about how ugly and fat he looked and run away. He should have been far more scared of her finding it exciting.
Software Glitch Part 3: A Few More (Finale)debuchan
As Kaito willingly devoured the popsicles Miku kept pressing into his mouth, he tried to massage his stomach to reduce some of the pressure building up inside of it. He'd never felt the sensation of truly being "full" before - he simply assumed he didn't have it. In the past, he didn't need to worry about it because his body never accumulated weight and promptly deleted unnecessary calories. Not like now, as his blimped out body attested to. With every bite, his belly continued to creep forward along the floor, pressing his legs further apart and inching closer and closer to his feet. Even if he could somehow force all of this weight up off the floor and stand again, Kaito wondered if he could even properly walk anymore. His belly would be folded over his pants, like a fleshy apron, swaying around as he tried to waddle forward...
As the pressure inside his stomach kept building up and he felt his skin