Fat Animated Women X Male Reader

Northern Pacific Time (Pacifica Northwest)

Pacifica Northwest x Reader

Art by ProfessorDoctorC

Pacific burped as the human size gut she called a stomach gurgled in pain.

"Thanks but are you sure I didn't eat anything today," she groaned to you, her eyes feeling droopy.

"I'm sure. This is your first meal of the day," Y/N said nonchalantly. She looked down her pillow size breasts to the dome of her gut to the table filled with food. She swore she had eaten, her stomach says so but she just couldn't remember if she did or not. In fact ever since she has been dating Y/N for... she really couldn't remember, a year, two years? It really felt like yesterday to be honest. Now where was she, oh yeah, food.

She struggled to reach forward down her large body and grabbed a handful of the greasy deep fried pork belly. As she stuffed her face she tried to recall how she got this big in the first place.

It felt like yesterday that she was a thin curvy woman walking down the street showing off her perfection to the lowly commoners. That's when she met him, Y/N, a young dashing man that looked like he was at least worthy enough to talk to her. With some quick smooth talking the two were already on a date before nightfall and the two was at this fancy restaurant (or at least the most fancy this backwater town has).

It was there when her memories began to become foggy. She remembered that she had a nice simple steak dinner but she couldn't remember why she was so full. It felt like she ate ten pounds of beef, 5 bowls of salad and a truck load of bread sticks. She clearly didn't remember eating anything above her daily caloric intake. And time felt wonky as she swore that the two entered the restaurant at 7 but he insisted it was 10.

Ever since that day time and memories seemed off. Days felt shorter, like I was missing whole chunks of time. But despite my disjointed cognitive abilities Y/N was always there knowing what to do and say. It was soon after that I took notice of my growing waistline.

At first I... believed... I was frustrated and distraught about my weight gain but I don't remember why. Wait, wasn't I always this big, was I ever skinny? Y/N always said I was a big girl, but I remember being skinny or was it an old dream, I don't know but Y/N loves me anyway.

I burped again and looked down at my empty plate. It was as if I was on autopilot when I ate. My stomach is in pain but despite my fullness I feel like I need to eat and I don't know why. I turned to the wall where my clock usually is, but then I remembered, Y/N took it down a long (or short) time ago. Again I don't remember why but my internal clock said it was almost noon.

"Oh, I'm so full. Each meal feels heavier than the last. What have the chefs been putting in them," Pacifica groaned as she tried to reach her balloon of a gut.

"Nothing special, you just eat a lot," Y/N just chuckled.

"I need to rest before lunch. Maybe I'll just skip it, I'm too stuffed," she whined.

"Not if I say something about that," Y/N said with a wicked smile as he pulled out an odd gun with an old lightbulb coming out its front.

"What is th-," Pacifica started before being zapped by the weird gun. Her mind felt fuzzy and her body went limp. Before she regained consciousness the empty plates were removed and fresh ones came in, piled with food. Pacifica eyes fluttered open and looked down at the pile of food.

"Hey Pacifica, I brought you breakfast!" Y/N smiled.

Pacific burped as the human size gut she called a stomach gurgled in pain, it now red from fullness.

"Thanks but are you sure I didn't eat anything today," she groaned to you, her eyes feeling droopy.