The Extended Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumia
Added 2015-08-07 16:51:29 +0000 UTCB-because you know, stress eating...
Weekly Patreon Painting! If anyone is willing to write a short story to accompany this I'd love to read it!
The chalkboard has all kinds of silly references of people that I talk to on (somewhat) daily basis.
Comments
I love it! She's so cute. Great work as usual.
Talltapper
2015-08-08 12:14:42 +0000 UTCLove it
Christopher David Duncan
2015-08-08 11:31:20 +0000 UTCOuaou! So perfect kip ;) you are the best ^^
Chubbyornotchubby
2015-08-08 08:30:19 +0000 UTCWell this is easily better than anything I would have come up with for this scenario. Awesome little story Phat, captured Haruhi's personality perfectly and the description of her chub was delightful.
BioYuGi
2015-08-07 20:40:15 +0000 UTC( Warning: Silly short story follows ) Within a small, dreary, and mostly ignored room at the average North High School, the S.O.S Brigade was having another ordinary after school meeting. That is, as ordinary as any event could get once you factored in the legendarily unpredictable Haruhi Suzumiya. “… and so, you’re going to run down the hill as fast as you cam! And then once you’re there, remember this…” Standing at the front of the room and addressing the four other members, the energetic schoolgirl gestured wildly, pointing excitedly at the mess of words that coated the blackboard behind her. Short brown hair, decorated with a simple yellow ribbon, framed her youthful and expressive face in a way that really highlighted her natural cuteness. Combined with the appeal of the white and blue sailor uniform, one could say that Haruhi was an utterly irresistible, perfectly attractive girl. There were just two problems. Firstly, her eccentric personality, and secondly- “Kyon! Are you even listening to me? Your leader is giving you important orders! What else could possibly be distracting you?” Stopping her speech in its tracks, Haruhi frowned and pointed at the most ordinary, lazy, cynical member of their club. Broken out of an intense train of thought, sweat drops rolled down Kyon’s forehead as he struggled for an answer. “Eh, well…” Looking left and right in hope of backup from his colleagues, and finding only the normal perfectly controlled, gently smiling faces, Kyon sighed and gave in. “… nothing, oh great Haruhi. I’m sorry, I’m listening, I’m listening.” Still upset, Haruhi comforted herself by taking a large, hungering bite out of the delicious looking pastry in her hand. Kyon cringed. It certainly wasn’t “nothing “. Today’s mysterious anomaly, which only Kyon seemed to be shocked by, the other factor that stopped her from being perfect… “Mmph, never knew this tasted so good!” Haruhi Suzumiya was fat. Less than 24 hours ago, she had been the epitome of fitness, an athletic student who lacked any excess fat upon her flat and toned body. Yet now, as though it were the most normal and obvious thing in all the world, Haruhi was showing off a perfectly plump pot belly. This wasn’t just one night’s overindulgence either, not some drum tight and bloated aftermath of a recent feast. It was a soft and supple mountain of accumulated fat, so large that her top had to be rolled up to just above her deep whirpool of a navel, just to give this troublesome tummy room to breathe and be free. Hefty, yet soft, it flowed well over the constricting waistband of her skirt, further emphasising the suddenness of this growth. No matter where you looked, her outfit simply wasn’t equipped to handle a body this meaty and massive. Even her already rather impressive chest seemed to have been bumped up a cup size or two, straining the pure white fabric of her uniform. Hints of overindulgence showed on her face also, rounded cheeks and plump lips rolling as she chewed on her baked treat, before gulping it down. Throwing her thumb back to point at the cluttered blackboard behind her, Haruhi continued her discipline of Kyon. “Well then, tell me what I’ve just been explaining, won’t you?” Kyon gulped as well, trying to take his eyes off of that huge mass of extra weight. It almost felt like that deep, dark bellybutton was staring at him. Shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth, the schoolboy sighed and raised his arms in defeat. “You want me and Koizumi to get you a huge haul of food, whilst you stay here getting waited on hand and foot by Miss Asahina and Nagato, for some reason…” There was nothing that got on Haruhi’s nerves quite like Kyon’s particular brand of cynicism, and so her eyes narrowed as she soothed herself by taking more and more greedy bites of her treat, until it was all gone. Licking her slender fingers clean, she wasted no time in picking up another. “It’s really quite simple, Kyon! This club is not nearly exciting enough, in terms of food! We’re all getting tired of Mikuru’s tea!” Kyon’s eyebrow twitched as he held back a retort, whilst Mikuru herself muttered a quiet “S-sorry…” as Haruhi’s speech swiftly increased in pace and volume. With excitement filling her body, her bulging belly wobbled ever so slightly with each hyperactive movement she made. “I’ve been reading cookbooks and… all sorts of food stuff! There’s a whole world of food out there, waiting for us! Hotpot, exotic cakes, tropical fruits! So much more to taste than boring rice, tea, and bread! How can this club claim to look for the extraordinary when our lunchboxes are so dull? Mmph, this is good…” With her passionate speech trailing off into a newfound fascination with this fresh box of baked goods, shovelling them one after the other into her mouth without a shred of good table manners. Kyon and Koizumi quietly left the room, not wishing to invoke her wrath by interrupting feeding time. They marched together in an awkward silence, until quite some way down the steep hill into the nearby town. “So… did you…” “Of course I noticed, Kyon. The lovely Miss Suzumiya suddenly becoming a butterball isn’t something I could just overlook.” Koizumi explained in his trademark know-it-all tone. “But only a fool would point it out to her. She is a girl, after all. Especially if you, Kyon, were to mention her weight… I hate to think what would happen to our world.” Kyon nodded sagely, understanding why Koizumi had hidden any kind of reaction back in the clubroom. Even he knew not to call a girl fat. Though Kyon wasn’t sure why saying it himself would be particularly bad. “All we know is that sometime after leaving school yesterday, Miss Suzumiya has gained a sudden obsession with food, or perhaps more accurately, with gluttony. Questions about her sudden increase in size would be ill-advised. We must all strive to keep her well fed and happy.” Kyon stopped walking and stared at Koizumi as though he had just twisted his head 360 degrees. “Eh!? We’re actually going to buy all this crap!? Not put her on a diet?” Laughing dryly, Koizumi kept a fast pace towards the nearest bakery, fiddling with the long list they had been trusted with. “Right now, that idea seems like a great way to cover the world in Closed Space. All we can do is play along like usual until she gets tired. Besides, is it all that bad? Personally I think the chunky Miss Suzumiya is rather charming. Hahaha.” Hearing something moderately outrageous come from his friend’s mouth, Kyon shivered and resigned himself to this quest. “Always knew you were a weird one…” Back in the clubroom, Haruhi sat down at her desk, the sturdy office chair beneath her soft, plump butt letting out a louder creak than ever before. Ignoring the warning, Haruhi’s hands roamed over her belly impatiently. Her soft little bundle of chub flowed down into the gap between her thighs, and let out a low rumble as it dealt with the remains of her feasting. “Tch, that idiot should be back already…” Empty boxes, torn bags, and a sandstorm of crumbs coated the table before her, the aftermath of a great battle. Looking down at her body, Haruhi yawned lazily. The mass of food already churning away in her gut was making her feel somewhat sleepy. Snuggling up in her chair amidst a chorus of creaking metal and stretching fabric, the forceful Club President toyed with her tummy in a sleepy daze. Her lips broke into a small smile as her finger pressed deep into her cute belly button. Soft palms massaged all over her overfed middle, sending tingles of pleasure throughout her body as her eyes drifted shut. As sleep overtook her mind, another, bizarre sensation built within her beautiful belly. “Mmh, being finally full… feels so nice…” When Kyon and Koizumi finally returned with their bounty of fattening foods, an even heftier Haruhi would await. Her newfound fascination with indulgence was making her blossom so swiftly that perhaps not even the entire S.O.S Brigade would be enough to free her from the woefully undersized armrests of the office chair she had fallen asleep within...
Phat94
2015-08-07 19:17:01 +0000 UTCYes.
Kodama_
2015-08-07 17:21:07 +0000 UTCSomeone give this guy a medal
Kipteitei
2015-08-07 17:02:35 +0000 UTC"First off, I'm not interested in healthy food. But, if any of you have pastries, chocolate, or ice cream, please come see me. That is all!"
foducool
2015-08-07 16:58:36 +0000 UTCOh so cute! Wasn't sure whether this would go in a lewd or an adorable direction, I'd be happy either way heh. And is that a challenge? Sadly I only know of Haruhi through hearsay but the picture is so dang good it does need something...
BioYuGi
2015-08-07 16:56:59 +0000 UTCThe Melonbelly of Haruhi Suzumia
Butter Cups
2015-08-07 16:56:50 +0000 UTC
