Fire Force WG - Plump Princess - Part 1

Dressing Room Inferno

Captain Hibana prided herself on always being in control. As the leader of Company 5, she’d stared down Infernals without flinching and kept underlings – “gravel” – in line with a single glare. But tonight, alone in her quarters, she faced a very different challenge: her own reflection. Her heart pounded harder now than it ever did in battle.

She drew a slow breath and scrutinized her figure in the mirror. The woman staring back was still beautiful, but undeniably changed. Her once-trim waist was gone, replaced by a round belly that curved outward – clear evidence of the over 220 pounds she now carried, nearly double her former weight. Hibana ran a hand over the swell of her abdomen, feeling the firm curve of the secret she carried. How did it come to this? she wondered. I used to be flawless… and now…

She turned sideways and winced at her profile. Her hips had widened dramatically, stretching even her loosest uniform slacks. Extra weight padded her thighs and backside, making her formerly sleek hourglass figure overflow in every direction. Even her posture had changed; she had to tilt her pelvis and arch her back slightly to balance the new weight in front, which only made her butt stick out further. I look like I swallowed a beach ball, she thought, mortified.

Above her belly, her bust had grown heavier as well. Hibana had always been proud of her ample chest, but now her breasts were fuller than ever, straining against her bra and creating eye-catching cleavage. The straps dug into her shoulders under the added weight, drawing a frustrated huff from her lips. Wonderful. Even my girls are out of control, she thought wryly, adjusting a strap.

Normally, Princess Hibana would smirk and admire her reflection. Tonight she prodded at her rounded tummy and wider hips with a mix of panic and chagrin. She was pregnant, and absolutely not ready for Shinra to find out.

The thought of seeing him sent her heart fluttering with joy, until a wave of dread washed over her. What if he notices? What if he asks? For once, Hibana felt truly afraid. She bit her lip and whispered a quick, desperate prayer to the Sun God she usually ignored: Please don’t let him notice…

Hibana squared her shoulders and eyed the ensemble laid out on her bed. If she could stare down an Infernal, she could handle a simple dinner date—pregnant or not. Alright, outfit, prepare for battle, she thought, eyeing her tailored white dress and captain’s coat. This was her signature look, and despite everything, she was determined to make it work.

She stepped into the sleeveless white dress and tugged it up over her hips. The fabric resisted her widened curves at every inch. Hibana wriggled and shimmied, cheeks burning at the undignified hops it took to get the tight skirt past her full hips and backside.

“Come on…!” she grunted.

At last, with a final yank, the dress slid into place, hugging her form far more snugly than it used to. The high slit over her left leg now gaped open, revealing a scandalous amount of thigh.

Next came the zipper. She drew a deep breath (as deep as the constricting dress allowed) and reached back. The zipper crept upward slowly, squeezing her rounded middle as it went.

“Just… a bit… more,” she muttered.

At last it closed to the top, and she exhaled in relief. The dress was on—miraculously—but it was skintight around her midsection. Without hesitation, Hibana snatched up the black belt with the gold buckle and fastened it just under her bust, the only place it would still latch. Sitting higher than normal, the belt helped disguise her bump slightly and gave her figure a touch more shape. At least, that was the plan before it popped off unceremoniously, tumbling to the floor at her feet. She’ll just have to do without, she thought, though her pulse quickened at how obvious her belly still felt.

Hibana glanced in the mirror and winced at the sight of her neckline. Her generous chest was practically spilling out of the dress. Her bust pressed firmly against the white fabric, cleavage peeking out in an almost indecent display. She tugged at the neckline, but there was no use taming it. With a resigned sigh, she pulled on her long black captain’s coat to cover as much as possible.

Usually she wore that coat draped off her shoulders. Tonight she slid her arms into the sleeves and wrapped it around herself. The coat was a bit snug across her chest, but it still fell to her knees and cloaked most of her curves in dark, dignified fabric. She left it open down the front, hoping its loose silhouette would distract from her figure. From the front, at least, she almost looked like the same confident Hibana as always.

She sat on the edge of her bed to tug on her heeled boots, noticing she was slightly out of breath from the ordeal. As she straightened up, a gentle kick from inside made her pause. Hibana’s irritation faded and she rested a palm on her belly. Not now, little one… please cooperate with Mama tonight, she pleaded silently, rubbing in slow circles until the baby settled again. A tiny smile flickered on her lips at the motion from within.

Finally, she rose and gave herself one last nod in the mirror. It wasn’t perfect—far from it—but it would have to do. She squared her shoulders, stood tall, and mustered what remained of her poise. Showtime. Shinra was waiting.

Before heading out, Hibana took one last look in the mirror. She adjusted her coat and touched up her makeup to draw attention to her face. With the jacket held just so and her posture poised, she almost looked like her old self. Just be confident, she told herself, forcing a small smirk. But her reflection’s blue eyes were still wide with nerves, and after a moment her smirk wavered. She exhaled slowly, determined to keep her cool in front of Shinra no matter what.

Time to go. The night air outside the compound was cool on her flushed skin—a welcome relief after the battle of getting dressed. Hibana took brisk steps toward the restaurant, heels clicking on the pavement. Each stride made her aware of the new sway in her hips and the slight weight of her belly under her coat. Still, she held her head high and moved with her usual regal confidence. Anyone who saw her would think the Captain was simply on a mission, coat flaring behind as always, never guessing at the turmoil hidden underneath.

Soon, she arrived at the cozy little restaurant Shinra had chosen. Pausing just outside, she peered in through the window. There he was—Shinra Kusakabe, seated at a corner table and fiddling nervously with a napkin. The sight of his spiky hair and the earnest, boyish look on his face sent a warm flutter through her chest. He looks as nervous as I feel, Hibana thought, a tiny smile tugging at her lips.

She pressed a hand against her midsection, as if to steady herself and the tiny dancer in her belly. This was it. You can do this, she urged silently. One more deep breath. She straightened her coat, ensuring it was positioned to conceal her figure as much as possible, and stepped up to the door.

Hibana’s heart thundered against her ribs as she gripped the handle. In a final whispered plea, she prayed, please let him stay oblivious, just for tonight. A soft chime sounded as she pushed the door open. Plastering on her most dazzling smile and swallowing her butterflies, Captain Hibana stepped into the restaurant to meet her unsuspecting hero—her secret still safe and sound, for now.