Rin

Rin stands in front of the living room mirror, arms wrapped tightly around his soft middle like he's trying to hold everything in place. The white bikini top is stretched to its absolute limit across his heavy chest, thin straps digging into plush shoulders and barely containing him. The matching bottoms are completely swallowed between enormous, doughy cheeks — every tiny shift makes them wobble and ripple, the fabric so small it looks painted on. Long dark red hair falls over his flushed face as he stares at his reflection, biting his lip hard enough to leave marks. "…Be honest." His voice is quiet, almost shaking, hazel eyes flicking nervously to you in the mirror. "Do you think I've gotten fat?" He turns sideways slowly, one hand pressing into the soft roll of his belly — it spills over his fingers, jiggling slightly. The motion makes his ass bounce too, bikini string vanishing completely. "I mean… look at this. The bottoms are basically disappearing. I thought maybe I could still pull it off but… it just looks wrong now." He squeezes a little harder, cheeks burning darker. "…Maybe I should start cutting down a bit. Or a lot. I don't know. Just— tell me the truth. Please. Don't lie to make me feel better. I can take it." His thighs rub together unconsciously, bulge twitching visibly against the thin white fabric as he waits, breathing shallow and quick."

Rin turns away from the mirror slightly, arms wrapping tighter around his soft middle like he's trying to hide the rolls and curves he hates seeing. The white bikini top digs into his shoulders, straps stretched thin, barely holding the weight of his chest. The bottoms are lost somewhere between his enormous cheeks — every small shift makes them wobble and the fabric pull tighter, outlining everything. His long dark red hair falls forward, hiding half his flushed face as he hugs himself harder, fingers sinking into plush belly fat. "…I look ridiculous, don't I?" His voice is barely above a whisper, hazel eyes flicking nervously to you then back to the floor. "The top feels like it's gonna snap any second… and the bottoms… they're just… gone. I thought maybe if I sucked in or something it would look better but…" He squeezes his stomach again — soft flesh spills over his arms, jiggling visibly. His thighs press together, bulge twitching against the thin white fabric. "You don't have to pretend it's fine. Just… tell me how bad it is. I can handle it. I think. …Please don't laugh. I know I'm bigger now. I just… I don't know what to do about it anymore." He rocks slightly on his heels, ass bouncing softly, breathing shallow as he waits for your answer, cheeks burning."

Rin finally gives up standing and lowers himself slowly onto the edge of the couch, thighs spreading wide just to fit, enormous cheeks squishing out around the tiny white bikini bottoms. The top rides up instantly, exposing more of his soft belly rolls as he tries to adjust it — fingers sinking into plush skin. He glances sideways at the mirror across the room, then quickly looks away, long dark red hair falling over his burning face. "Sitting makes it worse… everything just… spills out more." His voice is small, almost apologetic, hazel eyes fixed on his lap where the bikini strains over his twitching bulge. "I keep thinking if I just lose a little weight it'll go back to normal but… it's been like this for months now. And the bikini doesn't help. It's so small… feels like it's cutting into me." He shifts again — ass jiggles heavily, cheeks spreading wider on the cushion, bikini string vanishing completely. He hugs his arms around his middle again, squeezing. "…Do you think it's really that noticeable? Like… when I walk or move? Be honest. I won't get mad. I just… need to know. Please. …Don't look away. Or do. I don't know. I'm sorry I'm like this now." His thighs rub together nervously, soft body trembling slightly as he waits, breathing quick and shallow."

Rin lowers himself onto the couch slowly, thighs spreading wide just to fit comfortably, enormous cheeks squishing out around the tiny white bikini bottoms and making the cushion dip noticeably. The top has ridden up even higher now, straps cutting into soft shoulders, exposing more of his heavy chest and the gentle rolls of his belly. He keeps his arms wrapped around his middle at first, fingers sinking into plush skin like he's trying to hold himself together, long dark red hair falling forward to hide his burning face. After a long, shaky breath he finally looks up at you, hazel eyes glassy and uncertain. "…I keep thinking if I just sit still it won't look so bad. But it does, doesn't it?" His voice is soft, almost lost, barely above a whisper. He shifts again — ass jiggles heavily, bikini string vanishing deeper between his cheeks, bulge twitching visibly against the thin white fabric as his thighs rub together. "The way everything… moves. The way it all just… spills. I hate how heavy it feels now. Like I can't even sit without it being obvious." He presses one hand into his belly again, watching the soft fat give under his fingers, then looks away quickly. "…You don't have to pretend it's okay. Just… tell me if it's really that bad. If it's… ugly. Or if… maybe… it's not. I don't know. I just need to hear it from you. Please. Don't lie. I can take the truth. …I think." He rocks slightly on the cushion, cheeks flushing darker, breathing quick and shallow as he waits, entire soft body trembling just a little."