Maybe this can wake some people up, an domesticated Okayu story I said I would write months ago but never did. Guess you can say it's targeted at GFE-fags. Also it's greentext but I couldn't really be bothered to format it properly.
Part 1
>You couldn't have been happier than when Okayu became your girlfriend, but shortly after she had moved in with you it became clear that this wasn't an equal relationship.
>Okayu's true nature became apparent as soon as she was provided with a foolishly doting significant other, and she took on traits similar to that of a domesticated house cat.
>Currently, she laid sprawled out lazily on top of your bed behind you, watching videos on her phone as she ate from a large bag of chips.
>She rarely paid much notice to you, until she was hungry and wanted you to make her something. She spent the majority of the day snacking while using her phone or playing on the Switch, or simply napping after a meal. Occasionally she would take a controller you held out to her and play something with you, usually winning in any competitive games.
>Most of the day she followed you around from room to room, lazing wherever possible. In your bedroom she would lay across your bed, in the living room she would take up the whole length of a couch, and in the kitchen she would idly await either a snack or one of your home cooked meals.
>Inevitably, this hedonistic lifestyle had lead to the already soft Okayu noticeably plumping up, much as a spoiled cat would.
>As she lay on her side behind you in her signature onigiri hoodie and sweatpants, her stomach stuck out as clear as day. A notable layer of pudge now sat atop the rounded belly, it wasn't outrageously fat but it was clear evidence of her habits.
>She still occasionally wore her former outfits, such as a once oversized button-up shirt which now pulled taut when buttoned and didn't fully cover her ass, but had also appropriated a few of your old shirts and sweatpants as her own.
>While her unwavering dependency on you had been somewhat of a pain, you couldn't say you particularly minded the extra weight. The soft cat knew well to use her body as another form of leverage on you, grabbing on and squeezing her chest and now stomach against you as she asked you to get her another bag of chips.
>And the extra warmth in bed at night wasn't something you regretted, either.
