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One of the benefits of being in such a small town was that nearly everything was within walking distance. It only took him a little while to reach the Amagi Inn. Still standing after all these years, it remained as a beacon of sorts for the traditional style of Japanese hotel housing within Inaba. It would make for quite the change of pace compared to his apartment back in the city.

 The moment he entered the building, the eyes of the girl running the front desk seemed to light up. “Light brown hair? Headphones around the neck? That white jacket? Could it be...?”

 “Yosuke? Is that you?”

 His eyes darted over to the source of the sound. Clad in a pink kimono and sporting long, black hair, the receptionist was a sight for sore eyes. “Yukiko?” He walked over to her and confirmed his suspicions. “Figured I’d see you around here somewhere, but I didn’t expect it so soon.”

 “Well, I was kind of already on the lookout for you...”

 “How’d you know I was coming?”

 “You booked ahead of time, silly.” She giggled. “I have the names of all the guests staying here.” Pulling up the guestbook, he could see his name having already been penciled in. “What brings you back to Inaba anyway? Why stay here instead of with your parents?”

 “Well, it’s a long story...” He let out a nervous chuckle. “I’d rather not let my parents know, I feel like they’d be kinda upset...”

 “Fine, but you should still stop in and say ‘Hi’ to them at some point. Listen, I’ll show you to your room, but first I think you should come say hi to someone else who’ll be glad to see you.”

 Despite already having a good idea of who she was talking about, the young man decided to press her. “Well, who is it? Naoto, perhaps?”

 “Nah, she’s been very busy lately what with all the detective work.”

 “Well, I’m guessing Yu and Rise are out of town as well, so it’s neither of them, right?”

 “Very perceptive, Yosuke.”

 Leading him down a long, narrow hallway, Yukiko stopped at the last door possible. Sliding the screen door open revealed a familiar albeit heavily changed figure. Sitting on the bed was none other than Chie, the bowl cut-sporting tomboy. However, it appeared her kung fu training had gone severely south as her formerly athletic build was now buried under hundreds of pounds of blubber. A green kimono tried its best to conceal her figure, but what little it could contain was her substantial chest. The rest of her seemed even larger in comparison, leaving tons of belly and thigh fat able to keep her covered down below. A plate of meat buns sat precariously near the edge of the mattress, one accidental hip check away from being knocked onto the floor.

 “Y-Yosuke?” She instinctively tried to cover herself up, the ill-fitting robe managing to cover up even less in her panicked state.

 “Ohmygod.” He quickly turned around, completely red in the face and embarrassed.

 “Yukiko, did you know he was coming? Why didn’t you warn me first?”

 “To be fair, I only found out this morning.” The black-haired girl admitted. “I guess I should’ve given you a heads up, but I figured it’d make a nice surprise for both of you.”

 After the initial confusion and embarrassment, the trio calmed down. Yosuke took a seat in one of the chairs in the room while Yukiko sat at the larger girl’s side on the bed.

 “Sorry about that, it was just a lot to take in at first, no pun intended.”

 “I kinda wasn’t expecting you to see me like this either...” She reached a pudgy hand down for another meat bun, stuffing it into her fat face. “Itsch really behn a while, Yoshke.”

 “I guess I’m more surprised than anything. You were always so dead set on joining the police force, so this change was quite a shock.”

 “*gulp* Well, I did get into the academy, but I started failing some of the physicals. A certain someone keeps making food I just can’t resist.” She gave the other girl a joking nudge.

 “Aw, you flatter me~” She giggled again.

 “Wow, if Yukiko’s cooking is edible now, then things really have changed around here.”

 Chie suddenly leapt from the bed with an incredible speed, sending the remaining buns and plate tumbling to the floor. She landed on top of the scrawny boy, engulfing him within her flabby form. It took no time at all to push the chair past its limit, sending the two of them to the ground.

 “Not another chair...” Yukiko sighed.

 “Don’t you *huff* dare insult her cooking.” The winded fatty snarled, now pinning the brown-haired boy beneath her girth. They found themselves uncomfortably close, face-to-face with her meaty breath and chins invading his personal space. After panting a bit longer, she seemingly pulled herself together. “Speaking of food, I think you still owe me a steak buffet from all those years ago, with interest!”

 “*Ugh*, fine, I’m sorry. Please just get off me. I can’t breathe...”

 Heaving her massive body up took a bit of help from Yukiko. It only took a few seconds, but she was back on her feet, freeing their trapped friend. He brushed himself off, still aching a bit from the huge weight previously pinned against his chest.

 “Sorry, I always get a bit on edge before a match.” Realizing what she had just said, her arms quivered as she brought hands up to cover her mouth.

 “‘Before a match’? What’s that mean?”

 “Well, since she couldn’t make use of her strengths as an officer, she kinda found something else to fill that void...”

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 Yosuke had not expected to be back on a train so soon. He had been back in Inaba only a day and he was already traveling the rails again, this time with Yukiko and Chie along for the ride. Four tickets had been purchased for a trip to the nearest city, the meatier girl needing two seats to carry her bulk. Even, then some of the overflow encroached upon her friends’ personal space, leaving them slightly cramped. The brown-haired man found himself running last night through his head once again, still trying to make sense of it.

 “Underground sumo fighting?”

 “Yeah, and I kick ass at it!” Chie boasted.

 “Her size and spunky attitude make for quite the combo in the ring, I’ll say that much.” Yukiko added.

 He still wasn’t sure what to expect when they arrived at the venue, but he followed the two into the seemingly rundown, abandoned warehouse anyway. “Underground” was very much an apt word for this thing, seeing the state of the building itself and the setup within it. Yosuke caught glimpses of the small crowd who had gathered to watch the fight, sitting along the perimeter of the ring in a makeshift sea of folding chairs. More than a few times, he felt himself brush up against something soft, only to find a lady sumo in his vision. Though he didn’t find their mammoth physique particularly attractive, there was something about seeing them in such a state of little-dress that left him feeling embarrassed. His time wandering was short, however, as he quickly found himself backstage in preparation for Chie’s big fight.

 The room they ended up in was relatively small, possibly an old office of some sort. There were a handful of chairs inside, the same folding chairs littering the main floor. It was relatively drab, save for a large, traditional Japanese-style screen sat in the back of the room.

 “Alright, a little privacy here, Hanamura!” Chie joked, waddling behind the large screen. It was seemingly just long enough to cover up the massive girl’s figure, shielding her from prying eyes.

 “Just call for me if you need any help putting that thing on!” Yukiko giggled.

 “Tell me she’s going to be decent at least…” Yosuke asked, face slightly red.

 “Don’t worry, there’s a proper uniform that covers everything up. Though I must admit, she might be due for a new one. This one’s gotten a bit snug on her…”

 “*urrp* Yukiko, I think I’ll take you up on that offer!”

 Craning her neck back toward the screen, she called out, “Alright, one second.” She looked back at Yosuke. “You should go now and find yourself a seat. I’ll be there shortly, don’t worry.” Getting up, she shooed him right out the door, then returned to Chie’s side to aid the fatty fighter in dressing herself.

 Returning toward the main, open room, Yosuke found himself a seat near one end of the ring marked in green. Seeing as it matched the color of her favorite jacket from all those years ago, he just sort of assumed it would be the side the carnivore would be fighting on.

 “What kind of person comes to this kind of thing anyway?” He wondered. Taking another look into the crowd, Yosuke’s eyes scanned over the attendees. Though they skewed a bit more on the male and nerdy side, everyone seemed normal. Many of them had brought signs that wouldn’t seem uncommon at a wrestling show. All sorts of pictures, mostly of the sumos themselves, and other encouraging cheers covered them, showing support for their favorites. A decent amount of them seemed to be in Chie’s favor too.

 “Ah, there you are.” He turned to see Yukiko standing to his side. She took a seat beside him. “Think you’re ready for this?”

 “I don’t know. Obviously I’ve seen her fight before, but not quite like this...”

 “True, but I think you’ll find it quite entertaining to say the least. She knows how to put on a show~”

 The lights in the building began to dim, seemingly signaling the start of the event. Spotlights hit the circular ring, illuminating it. A chubby girl in a skimpy, ill-fitting jacket and shorts, along with a headset, walked into the center of it.

 “Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves, for you are about to witness for a spectacle unlike any other! Let’s go sumo!” She struck an idol-like pose, sending a ripple through her pudgy middle.

 Another spotlight shone, this time on the far side of the ring. A large, imposing-looking woman was revealed. Despite her heavy weight, there was a certain solidness to her form as she made her way toward the ring girl’s side. She sported a black top, matching shorts, and her black hair tied back into a topknot, one long enough to be a small ponytail of sorts.

 “Anything you’d like to say before the match?” The much smaller woman asked, handing her a microphone.

 “I fear no opponent, not even the current champ.”

 “Oh *uuuurp* yeah?”

 Suddenly, the floor began to shake. Had they not been where they were, Yosuke would’ve thought an earthquake was happening. In reality, it was Chie causing all these tremors as she ran toward the ring in a significantly less graceful manner than her opponent had. By comparison, Chie’s body looked like a ball of dough struggling to remain tucked into the green tube top wrapped around it. In addition, he could just barely see the hint of her similarly-colored loincloth peeking out from under her low-hanging gut. Her entire body found itself in motion with each step she took. By the time she made it ringside, she was huffing and puffing from exerting herself running.

 “Ah, and here is our returning champion, Miss Chie Satonaka!”

 Grabbing the microphone with one of her swollen hands, the larger fighter brought it up to her fat face. “*huff* You’re not so scary yourself.” She wipes some sweat off her brow before dropping the mic back into the announcer’s grip.

 Backing out of the ring, the woman motioned for the two fighters to take their positions. “Alright, let the match begin!”

 The two massive fighters began their approach surprisingly quickly for women their size. Pudgy hands became interlocked as they began to test each other’s strength, digging their heels into the sand. Neither was willing to budge an inch in an effort to establish their dominance in the ring. The hot spotlights and the sheer energy on display left beads of sweat already forming on their brows.

 “Heh, you’re not too bad.” Chie laughed. “Time to turn up the heat a bit though.” Her opponent suddenly felt an opposing surge as the brunette’s strength seemingly multiplied out of nowhere. She broke the hand hold and moved her body in a single, wobble-inducing motion. This sent the larger woman teetering forward, nearly losing her balance. An attempted sweep came her way, but she managed to jump over it in the nick of time.

 “Wow, I’m impressed with her speed.” Yosuke admitted. “I didn’t think she’d be able to move like this.”

 “Usually she can’t,” Yukiko replied, “but when she’s all psyched up for a fight, and after a good meal, her speed is unmatched at that size.”

 The mammoth fighters found themselves belly-to-belly, once again with hands locked in combat. Chie’s grin only grew as she could feel her opponent’s strength seemingly waiver with every passing moment in the ring. Her extra bulk proved to be a mountain far too difficult for any of the other women in the league to climb. Overwhelming her wasn’t an option, it would be up to quick wits and not brute strength for any hope to beat the current champ.

 Toying with her food was something the brunette enjoyed, both inside and outside the ring. She could clearly see the anguish on her opponent’s fat, sweat-drenched face.

 “I guess she’s been through enough.”

 Without warning, Chie let go of her foe and managed to launch herself upward. The shock nearly sent the surprised woman tripping out of the ring, having been dangerously close to the boundary’s edge.

 “How can she? At that size...”

 Yukiko placed a hand on Yosuke’s shoulder. “Calm down, just watch.”

 Seemingly turning herself into a lard-filled human cannonball, the airborne sumo starter to plummet back down ass-first. “Sumo Satonaka Slam!” The entirety of her weight came crashing down on the unluckier woman, sending her crashing to the ground. Per the rules of the sport, her body touching down meant that she had lost. Miraculously, not a single inch of Chie’s body had hit the sand despite how low certain parts of her anatomy sometimes hung. Her massive rear sat comfortably on the fleshy beanbag that was her opponent.

 The MC ran into the ring, huffing and puffing from the workout. “The winner, and still your champ of the Underground Women’s Sumo League Chie Satonaka!” She grabbed a hold of the fighter’s excess arm fat to lift the limb up in triumph. Cheers erupted from the crowd, Yukiko among them.

 Still seated, Yosuke just looked on in awe. “Man, I’m surprised she’s still got so much fight in her at this size. And people seem to be eating it all up.”

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 The group had retreated to the backstage dressing room, decompressing a bit from the fight. Still clad in her fighting attire, the champ sat in her extra wide throne, fans pointed at her sweat body and a plate of food within her fat fingers’ reach. All that fighting had taken a bit out of her, so some cool down and refueling was in order. The other two sat across from her, still basking from her impressive feats.

 “Scho Yoshke, whad’d you think?” She inquired, mouth still full.

 “I’ll be honest, I didn’t know what to expect when you invited me out.” He admitted. “But for real, that was a hell of a fight. Glad to see you’ve still got some fight in you after all these years.”

 Yukiko giggled. “Told you not to doubt her.”

 “Anyway, seeing as Yukiko’s probably real busy running the inn and all, if you, I dunno, need to look into finding a manager or something, I’d be happy to- “

 Before he could finish his sales pitch, Chie leapt from her seat and locked the young man into a headlock, pulling him up from his chair and nearly suffocating him.

 “Augh, h-hey!” He managed to squeak out despite the arm blubber nearly cutting off his ability to breathe.

 “Scheming for a quick buck as always, eh Hanamura?” She laughed, pulling the stick-thin boy into an even tighter embrace.

 The darker haired girl got up. “Really Yosuke? It’s an underground fighting circuit. There’s not really much money to be made out of it. Plus, it barely digs into my inn-running time anyhow. I can just have one of my top assistant managers run things on the nights I am away anyway, just like tonight.”

 “Fine, fine.” He choked out, tapping against the sumo’s bloated gut. She released her grip, and Yosuke had never been happier to take in big gulps of sweet air before in his life.

 “You’re welcome to come watch Chie’s fights any time you want though. I can keep you posted with the schedule if you’d like.”

“Glad to see you as always. Love the uniform~”

  “Uh, thanks.” She replied, looking up with slight confusion. There was nothing particularly unique about her outfit. It was the standard tan, military-adjacent outfit all high-ranking female demons in Hell’s army would wear. An open shoulder top, slacks, black boots, and a brimmed cap, slightly askew due to the single black, jagged horn jutting from the right side of her head. He had designed the look himself, no doubt seeing an opportunity to inflate his ego by complementing his own creation. Picking herself up, she dusted off her pants before following up with, “So, what did you need from me, sir?”

 “Well, seeing as I’m a bit tied up at the moment…” He snickered, rattling his chains. “I figured I could entrust one of my most loyal, hard-working officers with a very important task.”

 “Whatever you wish, master.”

 Suddenly, a huge flame erupted from the ground, wedging itself between Lucifer and Lilith. It began to spin, forming into a circular mass. An image began to appear on it, almost as if the fire was projecting a bird’s eye view of one of the many sectors of Hell.

 “You see, I can only get so much of an idea of how each circle of Hell is doing from the comfort of this stiff throne here. Eyeballing it via portals isn’t quite the same as taking a comprehensive look at the place myself, you know? That’s why I’m entrusting you with the task of paying a little visit to one of my favorite realms here, Gluttony!”

 “What?”

 The glowing image began to zoom in, giving the pair a highlight of the many denizens spending eternity within the most overindulgent area in Hell. It was easily one of the most populated parts of the underworld, to the point where every weight class made an appearance, from mere chubby to overflowingly fleshy. Among it’s most abundant citizens were those whose massively fat bodies spanned several acres of pure flab. Attempting to count the collective number of chins would prove futile as some residents sported entire bunches of chins, and new ones seemed to pop up on faces every minute.

 “Y-You want me to investigate this disgusting place?” The demoness sneered. She couldn’t help but turn her head on the massive fatties, finding their overwhelmingly obese bodies and overindulgence feasting incredibly unattractive. “Why send one of your best officers to a garbage dump like this?”

 “To be fair, I only entrust these sorts of important visits to the best of the best.” Lucifer’s face took on a more serious appearance. “I assigned these realms to you and the other high-ranks completely at random. Glad you didn’t end up getting Lust though, seeing as you’re a succubus and all~” His original, more playful demeanor returned as he began making kissy faces at her, miming as if she’d spend her time down there more as pleasure than work.

 “Enough! I’ll take the trip.”

 “Atta girl~”

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 Attempting to squeeze through the waddling masses proved to be an annoying experience for Lilith. Sidewalks were heavily congested both due to the population’s size and the population’s size. It felt as though she couldn’t go more than a few seconds without feeling a stranger’s flab graze her own body. She shuddered with each instance of unwanted contact.

 “These cows really don’t understand the concept of ‘personal space’, huh?”

 *bwoomph*

 Without warning, Lilith found herself falling onto her boney butt. It felt as though she had crashed right into a massive wall of dough. She gritted her teeth, both from the pain and sheer feeling of annoyance that had washed over her. Looking up, she saw another demoness standing before her. The figure had dark, charcoal grey flesh erupting from a black leather corset. Its pants were equally black and shiny, hugging each and every curve of her ample lower body. They made eye contact, a single yellow eye staring back down at her as the other was covered by a large white bang.

 “Ugh, watch where you’re going.” The downed woman began to pick herself up, dusting off the back of her pants.

 “Oh, I’m terribly sorry.” The fatter demon replied. For a moment, a puzzled look appeared on her face, which quickly turned into a big, sharp, toothy grin. “Oooh, I think I recognize you! You’re one of Lucifer’s officers. Lilith, right?”

 “Why yes, I am.” Her posture quickly straightened out, feeling somewhat flattered that she had been recognized at all.

 “I had heard you were going to be gracing us with your presence.” She gave a slight bow, her body sagging downward a bit as she bent forward.

 Lilith could tell she was being buttered up a bit, but at the same time she enjoyed the attention. Finally, she was being given the kind of admiration that she so greatly deserved after years of hard work.

 “So, what might your name be?”

 “It’s Beeze. Pleased to make your acquaintance~” She grabbed a hold of the red demon’s hand, giving it a hardy shake. “Say, you look mighty famished. Mind if I treat you to a little something to eat?”

 “Well, I don’t know…”

 “Maybe I could interest you in one of these~” The larger demon reached into her cleavage, suddenly producing a huge slice of chocolate cake. Small dollops of cocoa frosting lingered in her deep valley of chest. Lilith’s eyes lit up, seeing one of her favorite foods instantly appearing before her.

 “H-How did you know I liked cake?”

 “Just a little intuition I suppose~”

 Against her better judgement she accepted the food. Who would blame her, seeing as it was one of her favorites after all. Taking a bite, she could feel her taste buds springing to life as a wave of sweetness enveloped her mouth. It’s soft, spongey texture and the rich creamy frosting were too much for her to abandon. The rest of the piece disappeared within a minute, hastily shoved down her eager maw.

 “Hehe, she fell for it~” Beeze thought, another large smile appearing on her face.

 Wiping away the bit of icing still clinging to her mouth, Lilith thanked her generous new friend. “Well, you demons down here certainly know how to make a good cake, I’ll tell you that much.”

 “Would be a sin if we didn’t~” She giggled back. “So, how long will you be staying down here with us?”

 “About a week, depending on what he thinks about my findings down here.”

 “Such a short amount of time. Why not make the most of it? I can show you the best places to eat down here.”

 “Thanks, but no thanks.” The succubus cleared her throat, trying to break up the conversation. “Listen, it’s been nice chatting, but I’ve got to get going. This report isn’t going to complete itself.”

 Despite looking a bit rejected, the fatty demon replied with, “I guess so. Alright, see you around~”

 As she walked past the flabby glutton, Lilith began to make a mental note. “Seems awfully friendly down here, at least compared to some of the other realms.” Suddenly, her gut began to grumble, almost as if the gigantic slice of cake wasn’t enough to fill it up. “I don’t know what kind of magics are active down here, so I better watch what I eat, lest I blimp up to her size.”

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 Keeping Lucifer waiting for something was generally a poor life choice. Despite this, a certain demoness had decided to play with fire. She had taken up refuge within Gluttony’s embassy, a place where high-ranking demons would stay while visiting the other planes. Having slept in an extremely comfortable bed, one seemingly soft enough to emulate the sensation of flabby flesh, she was late to rise when she could feel her boss’ call begin to ring in her head. Once on her feet, she had to scramble and don her uniform as to be presentable. All the eating she had done over the last two days was now coming back to bite her. Now unable to completely conceal her pot belly under her button up top, she had to quickly improvise.

 After several minutes of being kept waiting, Hell’s ruler found that his portal call was finally being returned. “Ugh, finally! Don’t you know not to keep me waiting? You know about my temper, right?”

 Lilith, now visible to him through a two-way portal, was still looking a bit frazzled. Her white hair looked messy, though the tan hat ended up covering most of the damage. The angle she was presenting herself at was also strikingly odd. She sat extremely close, possibly trying to hide her growing gut. The beginnings of a second chin could just barely be made out.

 “Forgive me, my lord.” She replied, bowing her head slightly. “I was just getting myself ready for you.”

 “No need to worry about that. You could’ve done this check-in naked and I wouldn’t have minded. Give it a try next time~” He chuckled at his own terrible joke. “Now then, how are things down there?”

 She pulled out a notebook, flipping through pages of notes she had taken over the course of her visit. “Well, it seems the gluttony levels are about on par with the projected statistics.”

 “How disappointing. You’d think these guys down here would know how to overindulge and beat the estimates, right?”

 “Well, they’re certainly not underperforming at least.”

 “Fine, fine. Just keep an eye out for a few more days and contact me if you find any suspicious activity, alright?”

 *fwoosh*

 The flaming portal extinguished itself, leaving Lilith alone once again. Her belly groaned, crying to be fed. It had been hours since her midnight snack after all, so it was only natural that the beast was hungry for more. She rubbed the fleshy mound, grimacing at its transformation.

 “Dammit, I was hoping for an early extraction. At the rate the food here is packing these pounds onto me, I’m going to be huge…”

 Her train of thought was derailed by a sudden knocking on the door. “Room service! We’ve brought you your full continental breakfast in bed!”

 “Cr-Crap, what was I thinking when I ordered that last night?”

 A surprise awaited her at the door. It was none other than Beeze, the same grey-skinned demon she had bumped into on that very first day of her visit. The only real difference was a maid’s headband which nearly covered her horns and a tiny, frilly apron which barely made it halfway down the length of her gut. A large tray of food sat in her hands, with additional plates being carried by small, black imps. “Oh wow, I should’ve known you were the VIP guest staying with us this week~”

 “You work here?”

 “I guess you could say that…” She said, trying to dodge the question. “Anyway, these trays and plates are getting a bit heavy, so why don’t the boys and I put these down on the table there.” Slowly, she waddled over to the large, hardwood coffee table situated by the window. The large tray was stacked high with syrup-drenched pancakes and waffles. The tiny imps jumped onto the chairs surrounding the table as they were not tall enough to reach the top alone. Soon, the entire breakfast was laid out before the red demon, and despite the warnings from her brain, her stomach was winning control.

 “Enjoy yourself!” The grey demoness made her way out, wide hips brushing against the doorway. The little imps all followed suit in a single file line behind her, leaving Lilith alone once again.

 “I am so going to regret this later…” She couldn’t help but notice just how gigantic the meal sitting before her truly was. Towers of pancakes and waffles, huge omelets stuffed to the gills with bacon and cheese, and at least a dozen donuts, still in box. Even more bacon sat on another plate to the side, along with several sausages. So much grease and excess sugar on a single table, and yet the blossoming fatty was ready to stuff her face with every last morsel. Forkful after forkful of breakfast goodness passed through her lips, sending her tongue to paradise. The mix of sweet and savory food kept things interesting despite the near hour it took to polish off the entire tabletop's worth. Belly rubs and the occasional burp helped to break up the action, giving her brief pauses to collect herself and free up ever so slightly more space in her now globular gut. By the end of her morning feast, she found herself unable to resist the temptation to lick every last plate clean, catching the few remaining sprinkles of crumbs, sugar, syrup, and other food particles. It was almost as if she couldn't stand letting a single calorie go to waste, so her tongue scooped up what remained.

 "Uuuuurgh..." The succubus leaned back in the wooden chair, giving her incredibly bloated belly space to breathe away from the table. Consuming such a large amount of food in such a short time did not come without it's consequences. Her continued investigation would find itself on hold as she needed time to digest her newest report on breakfast in Gluttony.

 Unbeknownst to her, a single yellow eye was peeking through the other side of the keyhole. A big, sharp, toothy grin sat on its owner's grey face.

 "Yup, she's hooked alright~"

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 *huff huff*

 A slow, lumbering figure awkwardly shuffled down the street. Each labored step they took sent a shockwave jiggling throughout their fat figure. Red flesh spilled outward, no longer fitting into the tan uniform it once occupied. A large, doughy belly hung freely, swaying side to side and was dangerously close to brushing against the ground. The top they wore had become more like a makeshift bra, desperately clinging to their meaty, heaving chest. Pants had been an issue with most pairs refusing to rise up her pillar-like thighs let alone her ass. Clad downstairs only in panties, even those provided next to no coverage, acting more like a floss and leaving cellulite-dimpled butt out for all to see. Despite not even being close to the largest being on the streets, all eyes fell onto them as they watched the incredibly clumsy waddle the demoness performed, almost as if they weren’t used to the weight they carried on their figure.

 In just a week’s time, Lilith had undergone an enormous transformation. The once lithe succubus was now a near literal butterball, hundreds of pounds having latched onto her body. She had spent the better part of her time deep in the belly of Gluttony partaking in the sights and culture, mostly food of course. Thankfully for her figure, her time was just about up, and she’d be back at Lucifer’s side once again. Hopefully the pounds would sweat themselves out as she spent time back in the hellish heat of his palace.

 “*guh* I just need to *huff* walk a few blocks further…” Her puffy cheeks were even redder than normal, a sign of her fatigue. The mere act of walking proved to be taxing for the near half ton demoness, leaving her a bigger, sweatier mess than normal.

 Before she could reach the safety of her escort’s meeting point, a very familiar figure suddenly popped into view. Unable to stop herself in time, their doughy guts collided, sending a tremor throughout her mass. It was Beeze once again, still as pudgy as ever. The tables had seemingly turned, however, and Lilith was now the significantly fatter of the duo.

 “Wow, fancy meeting you. Again.” The grey demoness’ sharp teeth curled into a big smile. She hugged her latest victim, allowing their fat bodies to smoosh together.

 “Oh, uh, hey…” Lilith panted, still winded from all the waddling she had been through. There was really no time left for her to talk. Spending any more time around this woman seemed dangerous to her already destroyed waistline, and she was already so close to freedom. Risking what little mobility she had left wasn’t something she was willing to do. “Listen, I need to get going…”

 “Aw, that’s a shame~” Beeze said, pulling her even closer, leaving the two of them pressed fat cheek against fat cheek. “I know you had to leave today, but I wanted to send you off with one last nice meal, that’s all.” One of her little imps appeared from behind her carrying a large dish above its head. Upon lifting the lid off, it revealed a large sirloin steak, still sizzling. The succubus began to get the meat sweats upon seeing her favorite dish appear right before her eyes. Lips were licked, and sweat was dabbed from her brow. Could she resist the temptation?

 Of course not.

 Lilith quickly tore into the slab of meat, not even bothering to use utensils. Her time in Gluttony had left her way less picky about eating in general, so a bit of grease getting on her hands wasn’t a big deal anymore. The runoff of meat juice trickled down her face and into her valley of chins. An overwhelming feeling of bliss took over the demon’s mouth, leaving her speechless. As she enjoyed herself, another sensation washed over her body. It was a feeling of warmth, almost as if she was being grilled just like her steak had been. Her already flabby body began to expand outward like dough, popping what few buttons still held her top together and tearing her remaining garments to shreds. Knees quickly buckled underneath the sudden surge of weight, sending her plummeting onto her incredibly massive rear.

 When she finally returned to her senses, the red demoness looked around. She was so confused about the sudden change in her perspective and the sensation of the ground beneath her flabbier body parts. Her attempts to stand were met with much resistance from her new figure and gravity itself. The floundering struggle to merely stand was something Beeze found incredibly entertaining.

 “Wh-What did you do to me?” The succubus asked, rubbing her hands along the fleshy middle that now spread out far beyond her reach. She would’ve hated to admit it, but she found a certain pleasure in exploring her soft, porky form with those sausage-like fingers of hers. This was followed up by an *eek* upon feeling a huge weight suddenly drop onto her massive ass shelf. Was she putting on more weight? She couldn’t tell as craning her neck had become difficult due to all the flab surrounding it.

 “Oh, just helping you settle in~” The white-haired demon chuckled. She had perched upon Lilith’s beanbag-like butt and found herself fondling one of the succubus’ flab-coated arms. “I knew you wouldn’t stay for the special goodbye feast I had put together unless I did something drastic. So, I made you far too fat to walk, but just the right size to tackle all this delicious food!” More imps began to shuffle in, all carrying their own dishes and such. The sheer volume of food on display was a sight unlike one the newbie in town had ever seen before. Even Lucifer’s largest dinner table had never seen a meal this big grace its top.

 “You expect me to eat all this?” A sudden jolt could be felt in the pit of her stomach, as if it was clearing space for even more food to occupy it. This cursed food Beeze had slipped her almost seemed to increase her appetite tenfold, making it near impossible to look away from all the mouthwatering morsels she was now eager to eat.

 “Well, not quite.” She replied, hopping off the mattress of a demoness. “See, I’ve got a bit of a hunger streak myself, so I figured the least I could do was help you out.” Reaching to the back of her corset, the grey demon undid the strings holding it snugly against her flabby form. Seemingly in control of every fat cell within her body, she too began to inflate with fat at an alarming rate. Excess titflesh quickly spilled over the tops of her top’s cups, brushing against the many chins she now sported. The corset quickly found itself torn to pieces by the belly pulling it way past its maximum compression ability. Even the slick pants she sported quickly split at the seams, mostly around the thighs and ass region, until they too were rendered nothing but scraps. Now equally as huge and immobilized as Lilith, Beeze sat with a very pleased look upon her flabby face. “Alright boys, let the feast begin~!”

 A low rumble began to fill the streets, sending the pair’s blobby bodies into a jiggling frenzy. Just over the horizon was the sight of a large, black mass rushing directly towards them. Upon further inspection, it wasn’t a single entity but an entire army of small creatures creating a huge wave of action. Even more of Beeze’s little imp minions were on the move, and in much larger numbers than before. They came stampeding to the blobs’ side, carrying copious amounts of food in tow.

 “Just how many of these guys do you employ?” Lilith asked, gulping.

 “Enough to satisfy my appetite… usually.”

 Quickly, the little guys began to climb up the doughy cliffsides of flab. The used any roll or fold they could get a hold of as hand and footholds to scale towards the demons’ fat faces. Once there, they’d begin to shove the contents of their dishes into their respective girl’s helpless maw, stuffing their already pudgy cheeks to the brim with all sorts of delicious food.

 Lilith tried her best to lift an arm in protest, but she found them too heavy to do much with. Any verbal cries were muffled by the food constantly entering her mouth. A variety of flavors crossed through her palate, all equally delicious. One minute a wave of sweetness would fill her mouth, leaving her in sugary bliss. The next, a more hearty, meaty taste consumed her senses. She couldn’t deny how good the food tasted, and with little she could do to stop the seemingly endless flow of it, she gave into her stomach’s desires and went all in on stuffing her face.

 “Mmph, it’sch jusht all scho gewd.” She managed to squeak out between loads of mashed potatoes being shoveled into her gob.

 “Glad we didn’t dishapoint~” Beeze replied, equally stuffed to the gills with a mouth full of chocolate pudding.

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 “Why isn’t she answering my call?!”

 Still bound to his throne, the king of hell himself was beside himself. It wasn’t like Lilith to miss a ring from him. Normally, ignoring Lucifer’s call was something met with a punishment worse than death, but for someone as high-ranking as the red succubus, he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. With the snap of his fingers, he initiated another portal call. This time, his target wasn’t Lilith.

 “Hey, I need you two to check on Lilith. Her week in Gluttony should be up, but she’s not responding.” A bit of a smirk appeared on his face. “Let’s hope nothing bad happened to her.” He laughed to himself.

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 Hours of endless eating had taken their toll on the red demoness. Even with all the enchantments Beeze had seemingly put onto her, that poor stomach could only take so much while being stretched far beyond any previously known limit it may have had. In fact, if she were capable of measuring it, she’d find that it jutted out many feet further than before. It was like a vast ocean of blubber coated in oh so many folds and rolls. The look on Lilith’s face, despite being hidden underneath gratuitous amounts of cheek and chins, was that of someone on the verge of a food coma. Her eyes had grown tired and excess food had pooled around her mouth and jowls. The rest of her body has also filled out just as heavily. Massive arm rolls had engulfed her limbs, cushioning them to the point of even the slightest twitch being impossible. Sandbag-like breasts found themselves drooping along either side of her gut, managing to hit the halfway point toward the ground. A significant amount of the weight had planted itself within her ass, leaving her with an impressively bloated rear end, possibly even rivaling her belly in size.

 “*Uuurp*, schooo schtuffed…” She muttered, lips forced into a pucker by the sheer volume of her cheeks.

 “Ahw, buht coursh shix-hundred and twelve wash jusht about to shtart.” The grey demoness could barely turn her head with all the flab coating her neck, but she tried her best to send puppy dog eyes at Lilith, resembling a basset hound more than any other breed with those jowls. She too had been eating nonstop for the past few hours, but she was clearly having the time of her life. Their comparatively massive bodies had squished up against each other as the fat continued to displace itself with every dish eaten. The sides of the two mammoth guts dug into each other while their hyper wide hips brushed together with little effort. Had she been able to move any muscles more significantly, Beeze would’ve loved to find some way to snuggle up against her blubbery victim.

 Lilith’s gut just sort of gurgled, causing another burp to escape her lips. It seemed to be rejecting the idea of any more food making its way into her stomach. “No moooore…” She leaned her head backward, finding itself cushioned by her overflowingly fat ass cheeks. Bloated and stuffed beyond belief, the succubus wanted nothing more than to tap out and leave like she had been planning to. Luckily for her, a pair of “guardian angels” were pushing their way through the crowd that had amassed to watch the sheer display of gluttony that the two had been putting on.

 “Ah, there you are.” One of the two muscular demonesses remarked.

 “Should’ve figured you’d be the center of attention.” The other added. The of them continued to walk forward, heading toward the red blob.

 “Hey, jusht who dew you two think you are?” Beeze lashed out. “Me and Lilith here were jusht having a shnack, ish all~”

 The two began to reach underneath the demon’s massive form, their muscular arms disappearing beneath the blanket of flab coating her body. With a bit of grunting, they managed to lift Lilith off of the ground and above their heads, impressing the many onlookers still around.

 “Lucifer sent us to find her.”

 “He kinda figured she’d end up like this, hence calling for us.” One gave a little flex.

 “Fiiiine, schpoilshports!” The grey demon huffed, but she did nothing to stop the two.

 Lilith still wasn’t completely cognizant, but the gravity of this embarrassing predicament was beginning to dawn on her. “Oh god, I’m huuuuge. I’m not going to hear the end of this one…” She thought.  Probably for the best, she began to drift out of consciousness, letting the food coma wash over her. With that, the two muscular demonesses carried the massive blob back down the street en route back to Lucifer’s palace.

“Guh, this is so not gnar…” Even with her red and white baseball cap, she could feel the sun’s overwhelming presence beat down upon her from above. A slight sense of regret was beginning to bubble up from her choice to wear jeans that day, no matter how bodacious she felt they looked clinging to her thick thighs. With no free hand, she could feel beads of sweat begin to trickle. From her head down, the little droplets rolled along the contours of her pudge. It quickly pooled among her cleavage, among other less interesting places, leaving some slightly damp discoloration along the neckline of her yellow shirt.

Though her skates did most of the work for her, laboring around the sidewalks still proved difficult. Every once in a while, she’d bump into another poor, unfortunate soul struggling in the heat, the sensation of their fat bodies colliding only making her overheat more. Still some distance away from her abode, this was going to be a rough journey for her, at least until she spotted a familiar sight in the distance.

“Hm, what am I peeping out there?”

Luckily for Hops, a vending machine had entered her line of sight just a short distance away. Exerting herself as little as possible, she glided helplessly toward the large, cold machine, bumping into it for a welcome embrace. A brief cooling relief washed over the plump mechanic, though it quickly subsided. Placing the bags back down at her sides, she was able to adjust her boots and turned Skate Mode off. The wheels retracted back inside the massive footwear, leaving her back to moving her own bulk around instead of relying on their momentum.

“I could really slug one back right about now.”

Though her sizable thighs made it difficult, she was able to free her wallet from within her tight pockets.  She pulled a single dollar bill out from it and began to slide it into the machine.

“Alright geezer, grab me a cold one!” She yelled, seemingly at the man adorning the cash.

As quickly as it had been pulled in, the machine spit the bill back out into Hopper’s face. Still sticky with sweat, it stayed in place until the blonde peeled it off. Seeing as it was a bit crinkled, she quickly began to rub the bill along the side of the machine in hopes of straightening it out. Attempt number two went about as well as the first, resulting in the cash firing straight into her open cleavage.

“Ugh, sleeze machine…” She gave the big metal box a slight slap as she shoved the bill in once more. This time it finally accepted it. “Aw yeah!”

The various buttons on the machine lit up. Each one was came decorated with a picture of the drink it represented. To some, the large list may be intimidating with the sheer swathe of options available to them. However, Hopper’s eyes darted straight to her favorite.

“Fizz me up!” A single chunky digit extended out and pressed the top button. A quick *zrrt* came from the machine, and a message appeared on the small LED display above the bill slot.

Sold Out

“What?! That’s bogus.” Sighing, she quickly decided to look down the list for something else suitably delicious. Upon finding her second choice, she pressed its button, ready to settle for something decidedly less gnar.

Sold Out

One by one, Hopper scrolled down the list, trying to settle on anything to quench her increasingly dire thirst. Every time, the same noise played, and that same, heartbreaking message would appear on the display. Eventually, she ended up on the final drink which populated the machine, Diet Water. It was easily the single least popular beverage within the city, but in a pinch like this it was worth a shot.

Vend

A series of *clanks* began to erupt from the machine. Dust even seemed to spurt out from the bottom, as if this particular drink hadn’t been picked out in a while. Despite all the “fanfare” and “confetti”, there was little reason for her to celebrate as nothing fell into the retrieval slot.

“Wack.”

Wrapping her pudgy fingers around the sides of the machine, the mechanic began to gently rock it in hopes of dislodging her missing beverage. She could hear the sound of things shifting around inside, but she didn’t have the strength to lift or rock the machine any harder. Unlike some of her friends, she didn’t have the bionic enhancements to make those sorts of feats possible. On the other hand, she had her own skills that she could put to the test. Letting go of the moody rectangle, Hopper bent down, slightly exposing her ass crack, and messed with the dials on her boots once more. This time, instead of sprouting wheels, her body began to slowly rise into the air. Anti-grav tech was something she had been experimenting with, culminating in the creation of her massive boots.

She began to back up, crossing to the other side of the street. It was as if she was planning to build up momentum. “Alright nasty cube, taste some gnar foot justice!” Springing forward, she stretched one leg out and delivered a nasty kick right into the center of the machine, leaving a sizable dent. Despite this impressive display, the can was still not freed. At this point, the heat was really getting to the mechanic, leaving her a huffing, sweaty mass. Her brain had more or less melted, leaving her mind with one directive: break the machine.

Looking all around, a slight glimmer in a nearby alley caught her eye. Stumbling along, she waddled down the narrow path, hand clinging to the brick wall to steady herself in her exhausted state. A large, metal pipe conveniently sat there, and it was all hers. With what little strength she had left, she dragged the pipe back toward the machine, making a loud skidding noise the whole way.

“Gonna hit me a homer!” Readying her makeshift bat, Hopper rose the metal rod upward. She took two quick practice swings before shuffling on up to the plate for the real deal. “Last chance to liberate the drink, boltsack.” Hearing no response back, the baseball cap-sporting girl began her windup. “Batter up!”

Before she could get off a swing, a body suddenly came crashing from the sky. Not violently or brutally, mind you, just very quickly and unexpectedly. Their figure was plump, though not nearly as fat as some of Adipo’s regulars. The person quickly picked themself up, dusting their brown bomber jacket and knees off. It was a blonde girl with a relatively pear-shaped figure. She reached up for the goggles on her head, taking them off and examining the lenses for any cracks or scratches.

“Phew, still in one piece.” She said, placing the headwear back upon her pixie cut. With that out of the way, the mysterious girl took a peek at her surroundings and caught Hopper awkwardly staring at her, as if she’d fallen out of the sky or something. Then again, that is exactly what had just happened. She could also see the banged up, beaten down vending machine as well, putting two and two together. “It didn’t drop your can, huh?”

“Not all the way, no…”

“Yeah, this machine’s a butt sometimes.” Walking over to the somehow still functioning appliance, she delivered a quick elbow to the side of the big box. With that, two drinks suddenly popped out of the retrieval slot. Grabbing one of the cans, she brought it to her face before grimacing at the label. “Ew, Diet Water? Eh, no drinkshaming here I guess…” She handed it to Hopper before bending back down for the other can which was inexplicably one of the previously sold out sodas. “Well, cheers.” She said, clanging her can against the mechanic’s before cracking it open and guzzling the whole thing down in one sip. Bending her knees, she managed to jump and quickly found herself airborne, seemingly flying through the sky.

It had been a long, hot morning for Hopper. She dropped the pipe, and just spend a moment rubbing her eyes, question if any of this had even happened. The figure in the sky was growing smaller the further it flew away, but it still was there, so at least she wasn’t completely crazy, right?

Now properly balanced, she began to scan the room for any signs of clues that could help her piece together the mystery. A quick survey of the room gave her one big point of interest. The stainless-steel fridge which normally stood tall now sat splayed out on the floor. Its door was wide open too, though at this point the bulb inside had seemingly burnt out. Aside from the various containers and wrappers strewn about, not a single could be seen inside.

 “D-Did someone rob our fridge?”

 Rubbing her still throbbing head, Charlotte tried to make sense of the situation. Who would do such a thing, and why go after her? Sure, a big gal like her kept the fridge well-stocked, but could that also mean her fat ass had a huge target on it? And what if that wasn’t all they had come for? She had yet to wander out of the room, for all she knew something much more valuable could’ve been missing too. All she knew was that she was ready to get down to the bottom of this.

 Having now caught her breath, she decided to put those lungs of hers to use and call out for the house’s other occupant.

 “GUMMY! Get in here, quick!”

 A series of wriggling, metal tentacles came into view. They belonged to Gummy, Charlotte’s somewhat faithful robotic companion. Little more than a monitor with mechanical arms, it was a wonder that she had managed to construct him in the first place.

 “Ah, you’re finally up.” He said, strolling over to her. “I was wondering how long you were going to be out after- “

 “Listen, I think someone broke into the house and stole everything from the fridge!” She pointed a sausage-like finger at the downed appliance. “You seem like you’ve been up a while. Did you notice anything else missing?”

 Gummy let out a dry, eye-rolling sigh. “You do realize this was all you, right?”

 “Say wha?”

 The robot couldn’t help but chuckle, Charlotte’s eyes now shooting daggers at him. “Do you really not remember?” He poked one of his cold, metal appendages against Charlotte’s exposed gut, causing her to jiggle from shock.

 Looking down at her own body, she could clearly see the damage that had been done to her gut. By no means had the big, pale mass of chub been small beforehand. In fact, there were very few places on the raven-haired girl’s body that weren’t coated with an exceptionally thick layer of blubber, save for her chest. However, the massive sheet of belly was spilling down way further than normal, having broken free from the confines of her elastic pajama pants. It dangled far enough that it brushed up against her enormous legs, namely her shins. A loud gurgle soon erupted from it, prompting her to clutch it with her free hand.

 “Guess my sweater shrunk in the wash again…” She remarked. Sliding a finger underneath the snug garment, she pulled it outward to test just how much stretch it had left in it. It quickly snapped back into place once she removed her finger, sending another wave of wobbling throughout her gut. “Anyways, I definitely remember everything I eat. As if I’d forget anything delicious~”

 A metallic clang rang out as the robot facepalmed. “Here, let me set things straight.”

  The picture on the screen warped for a second, and Gummy’s digital face was replaced by a video recording of some kind. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be from his perspective. A timestamp sat in the bottom right corner of the monitor, indicating that the footage had been shot from last night.

 The shot was slowly moving down a long stretch of hallway. Smoke could be seen peering out from underneath one of the doors.

“I swear to god if she set the house on fire again…”

 The pace quickened, turning into what seemed like a sprint as a metal tentacle could be seen opening the door. A thick wall of white, cotton-like smoke immediately engulfed the field of view, temporarily blinding things. Once it cleared, there sat Charlotte in plain sight. Thankfully, she and her room were not on fire.

 “Oh, heeeeey Gummy~” An uncharacteristically mellow Charlotte greeted her visitor. Hanging from her mouth was a large blunt, the source of all the smoke. “Just giving the new diet formula a test run~”

 “So, your new dieting experiment involves weed?”

 “Oh, no. This is just for fun~ I already took the new serum.”

 “Shouldn’t you be concerned about potential side effects of mixing the two?”

 “HA!” Charlotte leaned over and blew a huge puff of smoke directly into the camera’s view. “It’ll be fiiiine~ You worry too much sometimes.”

 The shot then abruptly cut. A few hours had passed going by the change in the timestamp. Darkness had replaced the natural daylight previously illuminating the house. It was hard to make out exactly what was on the screen, but it was clear that Gummy had been moving around at the time. After a few moments, a faint yellow glow could be seen peeking just past a corner. Once rounded, a somewhat unsurprising sight was beheld.

 Light somehow managed to escape past the cartoonishly fat figure eclipsing the fridge. It was Charlotte. The camera zoomed in and focused on the glutton, watching as she dug around inside looking for her next morsel.  She was bent over in her search, causing her somewhat too small lab coat to ride up and expose an overflowing amount of butt crack. Looking around, there were already tons of discarded wrappers and containers littered around the site at her feet.

 “Mmph, schoooo geeeewd~” The scientist could be heard making somewhat muffled comments in-between stuffing her fat face with whatever she could wrap her grubby hands around.

 “Yup, how did I know this would happen?” Clearly out of earshot, or just quieter than Charlotte was scarfing up food, Gummy’s comment had gone unnoticed. The camera’s view turned around, almost as if he had known any attempts to stop this would’ve been futile.

 *zzzzt*

 With that, the footage cut. The monitor quickly returned to displaying Gummy’s digital face.

 “So, that’s how it went.” The AI wandered over to the downed fridge, trying to inspect the damage. “Unfortunately, I wasn’t running a capture when the crash happened, though I imagine you wouldn't want to see it anyway..."

 “Yeah, well, I’m sure it wasn’t that exciting anyway…” Charlotte grumbled. She didn’t enjoy being corrected, or being bested in general, so having the truth dished out like this bruised her ego a bit.

 “Jeez, you really cleaned this thing out.” Digging around through the wreckage proved informative enough, giving him an idea of what she’d eaten through. “I can’t believe it, I think this is the first time you’ve eaten a fruit in like, forever.” He remarked, tossing an orange peel to the side. “Looks like you hit the freezer too.” A metal tentacle clutched an empty carton of Campbell’s Creamery-brand neapolitan ice cream, quickly tossing it to join the discarded peel.

 “Maaaan, all this talk of food is just making me hungry. Can we just get breakfast figured out?”

 “…You actually have an appetite after all of that?”

 “Hell yeah.” Her chubby, freckled cheeks bobbed a bit as she smiled. “If that’s the kind of damage I can do on a first try, then imagine what I can manage if I up the dosage~” Drooling at the prospect of going on an even bigger binge, one that she might remember this time, Charlotte was beginning to feel like a kid in a candy shop.

“Ryuko, you did it!” A familiar voice cried out. From the sea of students watching the fight emerged a brunette with a bowl cut and a white school uniform. She quickly dashed over to the black-haired girl’s side and embraced her.

 “C’mon Mako, you know I always win. Especially against these low-ranking club leaders.” She returned the hug, wrapping her arms around her eager friend.

 “Yeah, but I still gotta cheer, you know?” She giggled.

 The two took another look at the student passed out on the pavement. The head of the Cooking Club had posed little threat to Ryuko, and his attempt to challenge her had ended in complete and utter failure. Humiliated, he had lost all his dignity, save for the mixing bowl that had conveniently landed on his crotch.

 “Wow, you really whooped him.”

 “I’m gonna need to go all out to take down Satsuki anyway, so there’s no use in holding back for anyone.”

 As they made their way back home, Mako couldn’t help but notice something a little different about Ryuko’s appearance. It had been a few weeks since she had moved into the Mankanshoku household, and it seems their generosity had begun to rub off onto her waistline. Her eyes had glued themselves to a slight pooch that had formed on the girl’s middle, slightly hanging over the waist of her skirt.

 “Wow Ryuko, how long have you had that?” She dug an inquisitive finger right into her friend’s slightly chubby middle.

 “Wh-What is this?” Ryuko’s eyes widened as she feigned shock. Part of her had already known that she had put on a few pounds here and there, but another part was in hard denial. “It must be some kind of side effect caused by that bastard’s uniform. He was head of the Cooking Club, it kinda makes sense, right?”

 “Hm... I guess that makes sense.”

 A sigh of relief escaped the girl with the red streak’s mouth. Mako had bought her excuse.

 “Don’t worry, I’ll be able to work this all off in no time. Then, I’ll be ready to take on Satsuki head on!”

 Just as she finished the thought, a sudden aroma wafted into their noses. They had arrived back at the Mankanshoku household, and it seemed that preparation for dinner was already in full swing. Ryuko could feel her gut begin to rumble, eager to fill up on whatever delicious food was heading its way.

 The two girls’ footsteps were enough to alert Sukuyo to their presence. “Welcome home, girls.” She smiled, peeking in from the kitchen to greet them.

 “Hi Mom!” Mako ran up to give the brunette a hug.

 “Dinner will be ready soon. I hope you two worked up an appetite out there, because I’m making plenty to eat!”

 Ryuko groaned knowing well that she wouldn’t be able to resist chowing down. Having grown up like she had, the Mankanshoku’s hospitality had been a significant step up from many a food-less night back in boarding school. She just couldn’t resist the temptation to eat all she could after her years of scrounging.

 “J-Just one more big meal, then I diet from here on out!”

 About ten minutes later, Mako’s father and brother had quickly joined the others as they sat around the table for dinner. Mrs. Mankanshoku entered with a rather large plate balancing a mountain to croquettes atop it.

 “I accidentally doubled the recipe...” She laughed nervously, setting the plate down. Nevertheless, the group began to dig in with much gusto, devouring the fried rolls.

 “*Mmph*, thanksh Mrs. Mankanshoku.” Ryuko said mid-mouthful. She found herself completely enraptured by the breaded treats. Packed to the brim with meat, potato, and veggie, eat bite was like a flavorful piece of heaven in her mouth. Soon enough, she was stuffing whole croquettes into her gaping maw with reckless gluttony.

 “Wow Ryuko, I knew you loved Mom’s cooking, but I can’t believe you finished off that whole plate.”

 “Oh, it was *uuuurp* nothing.” She replied, rubbing her swollen basketball-like gut. The raven-haired girl had gone far beyond whatever limits she had previously displayed and managed to keep on eating long after the rest of the family had their fill. Standing was a bit of a struggle as the massive weight flowing in her middle had left her unbalanced, causing her to teeter a bit as she rode up. Thankfully, Mako was always there to lend a hand, helping stabilize her bloated friend.

 “You gonna be ok there?”

 “Y-Yeah, I think I just need to sleep this off...”

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 “Don’t worry Ryuko, I don’t mind increasing your portions. It’s no problem at all!”

 She could still hear that conversation ringing through her head all these weeks later. One especially bad night of sheer gluttony had gotten Sukuyo’s attention to the point that she was more than willing to accommodate Ryuko’s heavy-eating lifestyle. As much as she tried to turn it down, her guardian and her own stomach were content to take on the challenge that came with such large amounts of food. All this extra eating had really taken a toll on the poor girl’s body.

 The first time Senketsu had been a struggle to wear was still vivid in her mind too. The living uniform’s suspenders dug into her doughy flesh, and he has ridden up a bit on her middle, leaving extra pudge on display.

 “That looks real tight, Ryuko...” Mako said, eying Ryuko’s fatter form.

 “I guess your Mom must’ve accidentally shrunk him in the wash, that’s all.” She replied in complete denial.

 Ryuko had begun wearing her black and white jacket more often, hiding the poorly-fitting Senketsu beneath it. He was quickly becoming even tighter as the days passed, struggling to contain her new, flabbier figure. The jacket did nothing to help her lower half, however, as the navy-blue skirt meant her thickening thighs were on display for all to see. It didn’t help that she had to adjust it constantly due to how it had started riding up her butt. As much as she was trying to hide everything, it was still incredibly clear that she was gaining weight at an alarming rate.

 “Are you sure about this, Ryuko?” Mako asked, seemingly concerned about where they had headed. They had managed to sneak inside the student council’s wing and stumble their way around, looking for the Class President herself.

 “Of course I’m sure. With the element of surprise on my side, I’m sure I can knock her down once and for all!”

 The halls seemed uncharacteristically quiet compared to the rest of Honnoji Academy. Very few students were allowed past this point of the school, leaving it almost chillingly empty. A tenseness hung in the air as the two approached what seemed to be the Student Council’s personal chamber. Carefully, Mako pushed the door open ever so slightly and took a peek to see what laid inside.

 “Well, what do you see?” Ryuko asked in hushed tones.

 “It looks like Satsuki’s all alone.” She whispered back.

 “Perfect, time to make my move.”

 A loud *thwack* rang through the empty halls as the door to the Student Council room was kicked wide open. Sitting all alone with a piping hot cup of tea at her side was the class president herself. Clad in her own living dress uniform, Junketsu, she stood out against the otherwise drab atmosphere of the room. She looked up from her book and locked eyes with her red-streaked rival.

 “Satsuki Kiryuin!”

 “Ah, Ryuko Matoi. I’ve been expecting you to show up.” She yawned a bit, brushing some of her long, black hair to the side. “Surprised it took you this long to be honest.”

 “Yeah, well, now I’m ready to challenge you once again, and this time I won’t lose~”

 Reaching for her back, she grabbed hold of the silver case hanging behind her and brought it to the ground. She crouched over to open it, unintentionally giving Satsuki an up-skirt view. A pair of white and teal striped parties were stretched way too thin across a pair of bloated butt cheeks leaving copious amounts of ass hanging freely. After a bit of digging, both into the case and to remove the killer wedgie she was experiencing, Ryuko stood up again with the red scissor blade in hand.

 “Alright, come at me then.” She cried.

 Setting her book aside, Satsuki rose up from her chair and reached for the sheathed sword that had sat beside it. “Do you really think you’re in any condition to fight me?”

 “Like hell I’m not!” Headstrong as usual, Ryuko charged toward the thick-eyebrowed girl as fast as her heavy body would let her. Readying her blade, she was prepared to make the first swing. Now in range, she took a stab at her, but Satsuki easily dodged the strike. She followed up with two more identical swings, but these too missed their mark.

 In a single quick motion, the longer-haired girl unsheathed her sword and slashed at Ryuko. Though otherwise unharmed, the buttons on her jacket had been sliced clean off, and a torrential avalanche of belly suddenly spilled out into the open. With her balance thrown off, the obese girl found herself crashing gut-first onto the floor, once again leaving her fat ass on display.

 “Gah... d-dammit...”

 “You really thought you’d be able to take me on? Look at yourself, Matoi. You’ve become a literal pig in human clothing. Have you no shame in such a disgusting appearance?” She pressed a foot down onto one of the mountainous ass cheeks, digging her high heel into the fatty mass. A whimper escaped the downed girl’s mouth. “Well?” Receiving no answer, she applied a bit more force, coaxing another yelp from the bigger girl.

 “Y-Yeah, I am.” She confessed. “I hid all I could in this jacket here for a reason, you know?”

 “At least you have a little self-awareness...” She removed her foot, revealing a red welt where she had bruised the tender flesh. Walking away, she sat back down into her chair and went back to reading her book. “Next time, try not to make a complete fool out of yourself.”

 Rushing over to her friend’s side, Mako quickly grabbed one of Ryuko’s doughy arms and helped the girl to her feet. “Are you alright?”

 “Yeah, I’ll be fine...” She groaned, rubbing the sore spot on her ass. With her metaphorical tail tucked between her tree trunk legs, she began her waddle back towards the door.

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 A looming sense of dread clouded Mako’s thoughts. She had only been able to watch as her best friend’s demeanor took a complete nosedive after their attempted surprise attack on Satsuki.

 “It’s not like her to act this way…”

 Days had passed before her very eyes, and Ryuko hadn’t taken the severe humiliation at her rival’s hands all too well. Upon returning home, the angsty girl had decided to seclude herself from the outside world. The rest of her family was supportive, almost to a fault however, and it enabled Ryuko to reach a state of self-wallowing never seen before.

 It didn’t take Mako very long to find her now lethargic friend. In fact, there were only about three places Ryuko’s new routine brought her for any extended period of time. If she was going to be anywhere, it was either going to be at the dinner table for meals, snacking on the couch in front of the living room TV, or enjoying a late-night snack in their shared room. Having just come home from school, opening the front door was enough to find a massive Ryuko lazing on the couch, clutching a bag of lemon-flavored candies in her pudgy hand. Barely able to fit her sausage-like fingers inside the opening, she found herself struggling to drag each individual sweet up along the sides of their container with just her index finger.

 “Hnng, I gotcha now!” Hearing the door open was enough to distract her however, and her attention quickly darted into Mako’s direction. “O-Oh, hey Mako.”

 Slipping out of her grip, the round lemon drop quickly made its descent down Ryuko’s body like a marble in a maze. First, it fell into the valley between her parted breasts, rolling down the middle. It quickly reached her exposed gut which was splayed out on top of her lap. Each belly roll was like another stair for it to drop down as it bounced along. For the briefest moment, it found itself wedged into her belly button before continuing to cascade down her flabby form. From there it rolled along the length of her legs, right along the crease where her meaty thighs touched. Despite all her weight, she still clung onto the same pair of yellow pajamas covered with little white bunnies all over. The poor garment had replaced Senketsu as her everyday wear due to their extra elasticity, but even now tears had formed along the seamlines, allowing pale flesh to leak out. Reaching the end of the line, it fell with a quick *clack* onto the hard floor, bringing it to a stop.

 Desperate to savor every last drop she could, Ryuko made her attempt to reach down and scoop up her lost candy. Her size proved to make such a simple act and incredible challenge. She could only bend down so far before her expansive stomach impeded her progress, leaving her unable to reach her own knee let alone the floor. Layers of flab were stacked on top of one other, unwilling to budge even an inch to let the girl bend down any further. Quickly growing red in the face and short of breath, she reclined back in her seat and sunk back into her own massiveness.

 “Could you help get that for me, please?”

 Walking out of the doorway, the bowl cut-sporting girl quickly reached the couch and retrieved the runaway candy from the floor. After giving it a quick wipe, she gently placed it in Ryuko’s mouth, watching as a smile returned to that multi-chinned face of hers. The black-haired girl’s ample rear filled up the entirety of the couch leaving just the arms for Mako to sit on.

 “Thanksh Mako~” She beamed, still sucking on candy.

 Instinctively, the brunette grabbed for the bag herself. She had begun to unconsciously feed her blobby friend whenever the situation arises. It was getting harder for Ryuko to do much of anything, so she wasn’t going to say no to a little help. Deep down, Mako knew that she too was helping enable this, but at the same time she was enjoying herself to a degree. Despite being conflicted, she figured it was long past time to speak up.

 “Hey Ryuko?”

 “*Mmph*, yeah, what’s up?”

 “This whole episode you’ve been going through... it just doesn’t seem right, you know?”

 “What do you mean?”

 “Well, the Ryuko I know doesn’t act like this.” She stood up, her motivational energy beginning to fill the room. “The Ryuko I know looks at a challenge and laughs in its face! You might’ve lost to Satsuki this time, but you just need to pick yourself up and train to win next time.”

 “You’re right...” A glimmer seemingly returned to the larger girl’s eye. With one quick motion, she pressed down on the arms of the couch and began to lift herself upward, a wave traveling throughout her fat body from the mere motion of standing. However, Ryuko quickly found herself stuck, unable to fully stand. The twin boulders that sat behind her were firmly wedged between the two ends of the couch. “*haaaah* Could I get a little help?”

 Rushing to her aide, Mako grabbed hold of the obese girl’s hands. One foot planted on the ground and the other pushing against the couch itself for leverage, she pulled the flabby punk girl toward her. Ryuko attempted to give her own effort one more shot, lifting herself from her seat once again.

 *pop*

 The extra force was enough to free several hundred pounds of dough from the cushion prison. Balancing herself, Ryuko took a few cautious waddling steps, still not used to her bulk. “Alright, if I’m going to beat Satsuki, it’s time I got to training.”

 “Sounds good.”

 “But first, maybe a quick bite?”

 Mako giggled. Even with her spirits renewed, it seemed her friend was still a touch food obsessed. “Alright, let’s see if there’s any snacks lying around…”

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 “Mako, I could use a little help in the kitchen please!”

 “J-Just a second mom!” Despite wanting to help, the bowl cut-sporting girl already had her hands full. A large platter full of croquettes sat on one hand while the other reached for the deep-fried rolls. It became a bit of a balancing act due to the soft, gelatinous surface she was kneeling on. One wrong move and she might go tumbling down with the croquettes in tow.

 “What’s wrong? I thought you’d be done by now.”

 “Ryuko ate a bit too fast and needed to catch her breath. She’s still got half the platter to go through…”

 As it turned out, the massive beanbag-like mound Mako had perched herself on was, in fact, Ryuko. The newfound drive that Mako’s pep talk had given her had a profound effect on the edgy girl. Her blue eyes glowed with a fiery desire to crush Satsuki through whatever means necessary. However, her methods for achieving this seemed a bit misguided.

 “Obviously, a bit of weight training is in order.” She had told Mako, attempting to flex one of her meaty arms.

 “Uh, are you sure about that. You’re kinda big already…”

 “W-Well, I need to bulk up with some muscle, you know? Those croquettes your mom makes must be high in protein, so I’ll just make sure to eat plenty of those and work it all off. I’ll be good to go in no time!”

 “If you say so…”

 In the end, her plan seemed to have the very opposite effect of what she had dreamed up. Her lazy streak had continued, and her increased food intake only served to cause her gains to skyrocket. She quickly became too large to get up on her own, making her even more lethargic than before. It wasn’t before long that she took up permanent residence on the living room sofa, spending her days snacking in front of the TV. The yellow bunny PJs that had clung to her fat body eventually grew too small and completely burst off her blobbiness, leaving her completely in the buff without a single thing that’d fit a girl her size. Her next casualty was the living room couch which eventually gave in to the mammoth load that was her ass. Without any way to move the mountain of a girl, she now found herself planted on the ground, her own flabby body acting as a mattress.

 “*huff* Ok Mako, I think I’m ready for more.” A smile had returned to her incredibly fat face, adorned by massive cheeks and a series of chins trailing toward her torso. She licked her lips, sending a jiggling wave of motion through her jowls as she awaited another delicious bite of fried goodness. The smaller girl was happy to oblige, leaning in and placing the breaded treat between Ryuko’s lips. In an instant, the croquette vanished, and the massive girl was already eyeing Mako like a dog eager for another treat.

 The brunette was a bit conflicted about her role as Ryuko’s feeder. She felt guilty of having turned her best friend into a massive lard of a human being, but Ryuko didn’t seem to mind it one bit. In addition, Mako couldn’t help but catch herself enjoying the process as well, digging into all that soft, creamy flesh just to reach over and stuff the blobby girl’s face.

 “Well, I guess it’s not all that bad if she’s happy.”

“Dammit, this rain is going to blow my cover...”

 The stealthy figure was just outside of King’s Row, and their target was right ahead. It was an average-looking apartment, but the target inside was anything but average. With the coast being clear, they ran straight up to the building, trying to take cover from the rain. Unfortunately for them, the cloaking device they had been using began to fizzle and short out, exposing them with one last purple flash.

 “Crap!”

 Sombra, hacker extraordinaire and member of the terrorist organization Talon, now found herself desperately clinging to the shadowy side of the building. The Latina’s outfit wasn’t much help in keeping her stealthy thanks to the purple glow parts of it gave off. Her black and purple faux-hawk now drooped into her face, completely soaked with rainwater. Thankfully, she only had to deal with half a head of hair due to shaving it for the neural augment plugged into the left side of her head.

 “At least I made it this far without being spotted.” She let out a sigh of relief as she wrung the water out of her hair. It quickly poofed back up into place. “I guess I should wait for my cloaking device to dry out a bit...”

 The apartment above was mostly dark as well, save for the faint glowing of a tv. At that hour, little of interest would even air in such late time slots. Nevertheless, the screen was keeping at least someone mildly entertained.

 Lena Oxton was lounged out on the couch, restless and lonely. The spiky-haired brunette was flying solo for the weekend and wasn’t all too happy about it. Working as Tracer, she had been on countless life-endangering missions as a member of Overwatch and had been lost in the time anomaly for a period of time. However, this was the greatest challenge she had ever faced: being away from Emily for two painstaking days. Her phone rested on the table beside her, right next to the chronal accelerator which kept her bound to the timeline. The couple’s last text exchange was still open on the small screen.

 Miss you~

 Miss you too, Em <3

 Without her girlfriend there to cuddle, sleeping just wasn’t coming to her like it normally would. She had fallen back onto an older routine she had used long ago whenever she had trouble falling asleep. Clad in and oversized plain white t-shirt and a fuzzy pair of orange pajama pants, she had hoped their comfiness would aid in her sleep. When that didn’t work, she had plopped herself in front of the tv and left it on whatever boring late-night programming she could find, hoping it would knock her out. In front of her was a bowl of cookie dough ice cream which she slowly but surely nursed.

 “*yawn* I think I might finally be gettin’ there...”

 Her eyes began to grow heavy, a sure sign that the sleep she had been waiting for was close at hand. Unconsciously, she began to cradle the bowl, wrapping her arms around it and snuggling it close to her chest. She had finally slipped out and into dreamland.

 *clink*

 Tracer stirred for a moment, then quickly dozed off again. A small device giving off a purple glow had struck the glass door leading out to the apartment’s small balcony. In a flash, Sombra was now standing right where her beacon had landed. The door hadn’t been locked properly, so the hacker had an easy time breaking in.

 “Hehe, it’s showtime~”

 Looking around the room, she quickly found her target. She had expected to explore a bit further into the building, but she couldn’t complain if her prey had made it that much easier for her.

 She chuckled “Talon really wants you out of the picture. What’s to say I can’t have a little fun first though...”

 Sombra’s eyes darted to the sleeping girl’s chest. Where she expected to see a certain device was instead a bowl of partially melted ice cream.

 “Huh, I didn’t know she could take that thing off.”

 It didn’t take long before her eyes were on the prize, sitting right on the table beside the sleeping heroine.

 “Ah, there you are~” She hovered over the device, readying her hand. “An impressive piece of tech, but nothing I can’t crack!”

 A trail of purple light emanated from the tips of her fingers onto the accelerator. She began to wildly tap on her holographic keyboard, hacking away at the device’s security bit by bit. With her skills, it took Sombra less than a minute to gain full control. Tracer’s fate was literally at her fingertips.

 “Hm, I know they want me to just wipe you out, but I kind of want to have some fun first~”

 Searching throughout the various protocols available to her, there was one thing that seemed interesting to her. It seemed that with her level of access, she was able to single out aspects of Tracer’s body and force them to reverse or fast forward in whatever way she desired. A devilish grin took over the Latina’s face.

 “Perhaps there would be be something painfully ironic about someone so quick becoming so out of shape...”

 With a few more taps, her plan was set in motion. She had changed the rate at which her victim’s body would produce fat cells, multiplying the speed by a great amount. The brunette’s figure began to spread outward, taking up more of the couch. In mere minutes, she would be reduced to a quivering pile of flesh, unable to even stand on her own.

 *clang*

 The bowl of ice cream had been pushed off of the couch due to Tracer’s growing bust. She sprang onto her feet, alerted by the noise.

 “Wha-What was tha- “ Her eyes quickly shot over to the intruder standing before her. “Sombra!”

 “Crap, I thought you’d be hugging that bowl way harder, especially with how much you’ve grown~”

 Tracer looked down at her body. Her once slender figure now had a layer of pudge coating it. The once loose t-shirt now had a much snugger fit. A lot of the weight had poured itself into her lower half, stretching out her pajama bottoms a great deal.

 “Ugh, what have you done now?”

 “Just having a little fun with that fancy chest piece of yours.”

 Her face froze up. “Y-You hacked the chronal accelerator?”

 “Yup, was a piece of cake too. You’re about to get very blimpy very quickly~”

 The brunette groaned as she felt another wave of weight burst onto her figure. Her belly now spilled out of the bottom of her shirt and onto her lap. A second chin has sprouted as well, making her face appear much fuller. The poor orange pants were quickly beginning to show signs of wear as small rips opened across the fabric.

 “Won’t be much longer now.” Sombra cackled.

 Despite all this, Tracer could still feel her connection to the device. With any luck, she would be able to tap into her time-shifting powers.

 “Let’s see...don’t have enough juice to travel back to before I fell asleep. And if I travel back to when I was asleep, I still won’t be awake for any of it. Guess we have to do it the hard way...”

 With a bright blue flash, the heroine blinked out of sight.

 “H-How? You shouldn’t be able to use your powers!”

 Another blue flash came into view and Tracer had reappeared with her guns in hand. “Guess you there’s a few bugs in your code. Take this!” She pulled on the triggers, expecting a shower of bullets to fire out. Unfortunately, no ammo had been loaded into them, leaving her weaponless. “Hehe, oops...”

 Sombra quickly caught up to her fat target, knocking the guns from her hands. “No need to worry, I won’t get lethal with you...yet. I wanna see the final product of my work.” She punched at the brunette’s doughy middle, but it seemed to do little to stun her.

 “Well, if you’re so obsessed with fat, maybe you’d like a taste of your own medicine!”

 Before she could respond, the Latina hacker suddenly found a scoop of vanilla ice cream shoved into her mouth. Tracer had blinked into the kitchen and retrieved a tub of ice cream from the freezer. One scoop quickly became two, then three. Her mouth had been filled to the point of overflow, excess ice cream dribbling down her face. Unable to keep up with her speed, Sombra found herself at the mercy of her opponent.

 “There, that should do it!” Tracer laughed, her full cheeks wobbling. She had managed to feed her the entire tub with little to no resistance. “Had enough? Or do you want another serving~?”

 An audible groan escaped Sombra’s lips as she clutched her stomach. It now pressed up against the fabric of her jacket, threatening to burst out. “*urp*, please, no more...” Despite her protests, another scoop found its way into her maw.

 “Better safe than sorry~” She teased as she force fed her assailant another full tub of ice cream. At this point, Tracer herself was getting huge. Sombra’s not-so-little hack had left her a bloated mess, later upon layer of fat cascading down her figure. Her growing gut sat atop tree trunk-like thighs. The t-shirt was now more like a crop top that covered her ample bust while what tatters remained of the pajama pants clung to her cellulite-riddled legs.

 When the second tub had run dry, Sombra was in the most excruciating pain of her life. The brain freeze alone was enough to put her on edge, but her gut was now painfully swollen as well. Tan flesh had burst through the jacket, exposing her round, distended belly. It was much more firm and stuffed compared to her feeder’s flabby middle. She had slumped down onto her knees, unable to deal with the pain.

 “Alright alright, you *urp* win...” She mumbled. Without warning, she felt a huge weight suddenly crash on top of her. “Wh-What are you- “

 Tracer had decided to take a seat right on top of the hacker. “Can’t let you just get away, you know?” She had a small communicator in her hand and began to fiddle with it. “Just gonna stay here until backup arrives.”

 “Don’t you want me to undo my hack?” She pleased. “You’re just going to keep growing like a fat cow.” She could feel the brunette’s ass growing in real-time as more and more of its flesh covered her up.

 “Eh, Winston’s brilliant. I’m sure he can undo it. I just hope he can fix me up before Emily sees me like this...”

 Out of options, Sombra desperately reached for her beacon. Tossing it out, she immediately tried to recall to it. Unfortunately, with their bodies touching, both women were teleported to the beacon’s location. A loud *crunch* could be heard underneath them. Their combined weight seemed to have destroyed the small device, leaving her with no way to escape.

Normally, running late like this would pose a problem. However, with his superpower, or Quirk, he was granted super strength which allowed him to leap and bound his way to school. A green, almost electric-looking energy surrounded his body as he bounced from building to building, leaving the traffic below in the dust. Before long, he had already arrived at the school grounds, and with a few short moments to spare.

 “*Phew*, just made it.” Izuku let out a sign of relief. “Feels good to be back at U.A.”

 U.A. High School was one of the most prestigious academies for up-and-coming heroes in the country. Thanks to the rigorous screening and testing process, only the top percentage could manage to attend it. It had been his dream to attend, and here he was, already well into his school life there.

 “Hey! Deku!” A familiar voice rang out. Hearing his nickname, Izuku looked up. A taller boy with blue hair and glasses was standing near the front entrance of the building. It was Iida, one of his close friends and fellow classmates. It came as no surprise that he had been early, both due to his role as class president and his Quirk giving him incredible speed. If anything, he’d be the one to crack down on any tardiness.

 “Ah, Iida! Good to see you again.” He quickly joined him at the top of the stairs. “Is it just me, or did the break pass by too quickly?”

 “Eh, I guess I was kind of ready to get back to class, you know?”

 “I mean, I guess…” Deku paused for a moment. “Hey, have you seen Uraraka come by yet?”

 “No, actually.” He seemed lost in his thoughts for a second, adjusting his glasses. “Now that I think about it, I can’t recall a time she ever showed up this late for class…”

 As if on cue, the two boys could hear footsteps plodding their way. They seemed louder than most, thundering towards the campus. There was an urgency to them, but at the same time it was much slower than a normal running pace. When they turned their attention toward the source of the noise, they couldn’t believe their eyes.

 Ochako Uraraka had finally arrived on campus, but there was something drastically different about her. While it wasn’t too unusual for some people to return from their summer vacation looking a bit tanner or with a new haircut, her fair complexion and chestnut-colored bob cut were just as they had been before the break. The rest of her, however, had undergone a big change. It was almost as if she had been replaced with a comically fat version of herself. Her once slender frame was now buried beneath hundreds of pounds of flab, wobbling with every step she took. Despite her running gait, her actual speed was relatively slow as she made her approach towards the staircase sitting before her. With a bit of effort, she managed to climb the stairs to the boys’ side.

 “*haaaah* Good morning…Deku…Iida…” She managed to squeak out between labored breaths. Her doughy chest rose with each deep gulp of air she took. Those puffy cheeks of hers had grown bright red in addition to their natural blush, almost resembling a ripe pair of tomatoes.

 “U-Uraraka!” Deku’s own face grew red. There was something embarrassing about seeing her at this size, especially when she had been so much thinner the last time they had met.

 “Y-Your uniform…” Iida too had grown flustered.

 While the rest of the students had their proper school uniforms on, Ochako was sporting something significantly more stretchy. While her pants were from U.A., they were meant to be part of her gym attire. The blue, white-striped material managed to coat her meaty thighs tightly like a second skin with just enough room to partially tuck her belly in. She was also sporting an ill-fitting black tank top which left a large amount of cleavage, stomach, and armfat on display.

 “I can’t help it. They didn’t send a new uniforms in time and this is all I can fit into right now…”

 “Wh-What happened exactly, Uraraka?” The green-haired boy was concerned by his friend’s sudden transformation.

 “Well, my doctor thinks it might be some kind of secondary manifestation of my Quirk…”

 “Hm, what would gaining all that weight have to do with anti-gravity?” Deku wondered.

 The group could hear the school bell going off inside the building. “Quick, we have to get to class!” Iida said, opening the door for his friends. Letting Ochako go in first, however, may not have been the best idea as she quickly found herself wedged in the doorway.

 “Th-This is embarrassing…”

 “Here, we can get you out!” With the combined power of their Quirks, the two boys were able to push their fattened friend through the doorway. The three sort of just collapsed in a big pile, the brunette acting as a makeshift cushion.

 “Ow…”

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 Class 1-A was abuzz with the sounds of students all discussing their summer vacations with one another. While most had ventured out from their desks, Ochako had quickly taken to her seat to rest from lugging her massiveness around. Her desk in the back corner of the room kept her out of sight to a degree, though eyes had originally all shot towards her the moment she had struggled to enter the classroom. Deku and Iida had stayed by her side, helping move her desk and chair so she could even fit without her gut being painfully compressed.

 A short boy with bulbous, purple hair suddenly weaseled his way over to the fat girl’s desk. Without warning, he dug his face right into her belly.

 “Aaaah, Uraraka, I didn’t know you were going BBW~” Mineta said, muffled by the flab. “I love how soft you’ve gotte- “

 A large, pink tongue flew out towards the boy, knocking him away from her body. He was launched into the air, sending him crashing back over to his desk on the other side of the room. It belonged to Tsuyu, their frog-like friend. She had little tolerance for his shenanigans, so the moment her big, wide eyes saw him approach, she readied her tongue and thwacked him square in the side of the head.

 “Ah, thanks Tsu~” The brunette smiled.

 “It was nothing, kero.”

 “Alright class, take your seats.” A man with long, black hair and a large beige scarf walked in the doorway. Their homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa, looked as tired as ever. He quickly plopped himself down at his desk at the front of the classroom.

 Class was now in session, and the rowdy students found themselves struggling to concentrate much at all. Summer had really done a number on their attention spans, so the first day back was never going to go well. Despite this, Aizawa managed to keep them relatively well behaved, though there was one incident he couldn’t have predicted.

 Ochako could hardly concentrate on the lesson at hand. She quickly found her mind floating away, completely detached from her surroundings.

 “Man, I’m already so hungry. When was lunch again?”

 A low gurgling began to erupt from her stomach. Being in the back of the room, she was lucky her gut’s groans weren’t attracting attention from the others. She gave her flabby middle a quick rub with her sausage-like fingers. Even the small, round pads on her fingertips had swollen up thanks to her gain. These were the pads that gave her access to her Quirk, and her belly rub seemed to inadvertently activate her Quirk’s new secondary power.

 The brunette’s desk began to slide toward her huge gut, sandwiching her between it and the chair. The shriek it made as the legs slid and scraped along the classroom floor was enough to attract attention from those sitting nearby, including Iida.

 He turned around and whispered, “Is everything alright?”

 “*Ngh*, y-yeah, no need to worry...”

 Suddenly, Iida felt his chair slide and crash into Ochako’s desk. His own desk quickly joined in, tightly locking him in place.

 “I-Is this your Quirk acting up?”

 Her gravitational pull grew stronger as her grapefruit-sized cheeks reddened once again. In one huge wave, the students and their desks were getting pulled into the pileup, forming a large half-circle in the back corner of the room. A cacophony of clanging rang out as twenty desks, chairs, and students collided. The force of their impact was enough to send a shockwave throughout the school, rattling the building’s numerous glass windows.

 Within seconds, Mr. Aizawa turned around and away from the blackboard towards his now stunned homeroom class. A bright red flash emanated from his eyes. His own Quirk was one that could neutralize the powers of others. With Ochako’s gravitational field now turned off, the squeezing force that had gripped the student body had left, allowing them all to breathe again. Slowly, they began to move all the desks back into place, restoring order to the classroom.

  With no need for her to move around the room, the massive girl sunk down into her seat. She felt like there must’ve been eyes all around the room staring daggers at her bloated body. “I’m so embarrassed...I need to disappear for a bit.” She raised a big, meaty arm into the air. Even the slightest motion seemed to send her chub into a wobbling frenzy. “M-May I be excused?”

 Aizawa sighed. “Alright...”

 The brunette managed to free her doughy form from the clutches of her desk and stood up. She tried her best to shuffle sideways through the aisle of desks, unintentionally knocking things off other people’s desks with her ass and belly. By the time she had reached the front of the room, she was already huffing and puffing from merely walking a short distance. Deku was amazed she had even made it to school like this. She could just barely squeeze out through the doorframe as she left the room.

 Concerned for his friend, Deku decided to raise his own hand as well. “May I be excused too?”

 “Sure, she seems like she could use some help.” He smiled, sharing a knowing glance. The green-haired boy quickly hopped from his seat and ran out the door.

 Immediately, Ochako’s body filled his field of view. Completely out of breath and sweating, she had barely made it 5 feet before slumping up against the wall in a big, sweaty pile. Their eyes met as he approached her.

 “Oh...*huff*...hey Deku...” She raised a chubby palm and waved. Her arm fat rolled like a wave as she swayed her hand back and forth.

 “Uraraka, are you ok? What happened back there?”

 “W-Well, it’s just...I’m having a rough time...” She sighed. “Back around when summer vacation started, I suddenly began to balloon up. My doctor seemed convinced it was due to my Quirk, and it seems like he was right. My body kind of has a passive gravitational pull now, but it gets worse when I touch my gut.”

 “I see.” He replied. “You got hungry and grabbed at it, didn’t you?”

 “That’s the thing. With this new body, my hunger has been off the charts. A decent amount of this weight I put on has been from all that I’ve been eating. It might’ve seemed like I had everything under control, but I don’t. I-I didn’t want to let everyone down by seeming weak. I don’t know what I’m going to do...” A tear rolled down her pudgy face, mixing with sweat as it traveled.

 “Well, I’ll try to help in any way I can!”

 “*sniff* R-Really?”

 “Of course.” He smiled. “I can help you with weight training. You might lose a few pounds, or at the very least carry them easier...”

 “Oh, thank you!” She cried out. A familiar sensation overtook Deku’s body as he found himself pulled closer to her, quickly being enveloped by her flabby form. Both of their faces grew red as they realized just how close their bodies were now. They exchanged nervous chuckles and looked away.

 “I guess our Quirks are active again...” She giggled.

 “Y-Yeah...”

 “C-Can you help me back in? I’m a bit tired...*hooh*...”

 Looking around, Deku saw a rather large, bulky textbook lying in the hall. He walked over and grabbed it, bringing it back to Ochako.

 “Maybe this could help? Use your Quirk on it real quick.”

 She tapped one of her padded fingers onto the book, making it float. He grabbed it and placed the book beneath her stomach, propping up all the blubber as it rose upward. She took a few cautious steps, getting used to it being stuffed under there.

 “Wow, this actually kind of helps. Thanks Deku, you’re so resourceful~”

 “Hehe, no problem.”

Though she wasn’t particularly picky about where new Campbell’s Creameries would open, it didn’t hurt doing some research to find prime locations herself. Her latest target had been Adipo City, a large metropolis with some impressive stats. The average citizen was impressively overweight and the sheer number of restaurants per capita was unmatched. It seemed like the perfect place to open another shop, and applying had been a piece of cake. In fact, the city seemed so eager to have one that they had done most of the heavy lifting for her, not that she minded.

 As she rolled down the busy streets in a limousine, Mimi couldn’t help but get an eyeful of her future patrons. “Hm, I think this is going to be our most successful store launch ever~” She thought, seeing the massive population as ripe for the picking. There was no doubt that demand would be high, and her suspicions were only confirmed as the vehicle pulled up toward the restaurant.

 Both the limo and the large container truck following close behind had to wait for the crowd to clear out of the street. A massive wave of eagerly waiting people had already surrounded the place, and the grand opening wasn’t for another hour. Mimi was already licking her lips as the dollar signs shone in her eyes. “It’s even better than I expected~”

 Pushing a gut or two out of the way, the car door managed to open. Mimi made her way out, and her unique ice cream-themed appearance was an immediate signal to the crowd. Cheers rang out knowing that the store’s opening was just around the corner. The heiress waved to the crowd, taking in all the love she was getting from the fans and press alike.

 A large body began to make its way through the mass of people huddled together. Managing to parse through the large crowd, the blue-haired woman had made her way over to Mimi without too much trouble.

 “Oh man, you’re Mimi Campbell!”

 The gargantuan woman standing before her was quite a sight. Her large stature and even larger waistline made her hard to miss. A blue billed hat sat atop her head while big, chipmunk-like cheeks accentuated her smiling face. The rest of her outfit didn’t quite fit so well, a blue jacket and grey button up shirt unable to completely contain her billowing gut. From a distance, she might’ve been able to pass as a cop, though wearing her outfit with her belly hanging out was a bit too casual.

 “That’s right~” Mimi beamed. Without warning, she found herself trapped in a warm embrace as the larger woman wrapped her arms tightly around her. She wasn’t necessarily opposed to being enveloped in all that flesh, but there was something about her grip that almost seemed inhumanly strong.

 “I’m a big fan of your work!” She cried, a somewhat odd statement to make about food.

 “Th-Thanks...” Mimi replied, her response muffled a bit by the fat her face was buried into. With a bit of effort, she managed to dig her palm into the doughy mass and pushed to escape from her fan’s clutches. “And what’s your name?”

 “Oh, I’m Midori!” She waved, giving Mimi a proper greeting. “I’m just soooo happy to meet you! I kissed some major ass to get to cover this event!”

 “Cover?”

 “Oh, I guess you can kind of say I’m like your security detail? I’m with the Guild!”

“Guild?” Mimi giggled. “Sounds like something out of a comic book.”

 “I mean, it kind of is?” Midori brought her hand to her first chin, putting it into a thoughtful pose. “A lot of us do fight crime with powers…”

 “Oh?” The heiress’ interested had been piqued a bit. “What kinds of things can you do?”

 “Well, I’m actually a cyborg believe it or not! Watch this!” With a quick *flash*, a small shower of sparks erupted from her finger. “Ta-dah~” Mimi jumped back a bit, her ample bust catching up to the rest of her body a second later. “So yeah, I’m pretty strong, I can make electricity, and I can even fly!”

 “That explains the bear hug…” She thought.

 “But yeah, these kinds of big, public events are villain magnets for sure! The larger the crowd, the more people they can terrorize and the more publicity they get! So, the Guild always plants someone to help out whenever something big is happening, and I won’t let my guard down for a second!” Her thumb poked into her flabby chest as she pointed to herself with a closed fist.

 “Alright, I trust you. You definitely seem like you can fight, at least.”

 “Well, before everything gets underway, think you’d be able to autograph some stuff for me?” She produced a big Mimi-themed poster from out of her jacket. “Pleaaaaase?”

 The smaller girl rolled her eyes a bit. “Sure, I guess it couldn’t hurt.”

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you!” Midori quickly reached back in and found her marker, handing both it and the poster off to Mimi.

 Unbeknownst to the two, a group of women all decked out in biker gear had approached the semi-truck full of ice cream. It was the Calorie Bombers, Adipo City’s resident biker gang. Their leader was a rather rotund woman named Bertha. She sported long, curly red hair and an ill-fitting leather outfit, both of which made her easy to recognize.

 “Alright girls, let’s get this heist a rollin’!”

 The biker approached the driver’s side door. With a quick swipe, she popped it open to find the driver. He was completely distracted, earbuds in and playing on his phone. Bertha grabbed him by the collar and quickly tossed him right out.

 “Wow, that was easier than I expected...”

 The truck was roomy enough that Bertha could slide inside without much trouble. Her ass still managed to overflow the seat a bit, but that was nothing compared to how it hung over her bike’s tiny seat. She casually reached for the driver’s super-sized soda cup and downed it, refreshing her.

 “*Ah*, that’s better. Girls, follow me!”

 The loud revving of the large truck’s engine caught Midori’s attention. She quickly grabbed all her paraphernalia back from Mimi and stuffed it into her jacket. The blue-haired woman watched in horror as the truck began to move, surrounded by a pack of motorcycles.

 “Bertha...”

 “Bertha?” Mimi asked. She turned around to see her truck driving off. “Oh crap, my truck! All the ice cream is still in there.”

 “Don’t worry, I got this!” Midori quickly wrapped and arm around the heiress, tucking her into her flabby armpit.

 “What are you- “

 *fwoooosh*

 Before Mimi could protest, the two found themselves airborne. Midori’s flight ability had kicked in. Hot vapor streamed out of her feet allowing them to soar above the traffic and follow the parade of bikers.

 “At least warn people before you do that...” Her protest was likely lost on Midori. The combo of the wind blowing in their ears and her face being dug into the cyborg’s breast meant there was little room for her sound waves to travel.

 With her free hand, the flying fatty shot bolts of electricity at the bikes below. One by one, the bikers toppled over, though their ample padding made their falls relatively painless.

 “Don’t worry!” She reassured Mimi. “The Guild will be sure to pick ‘em up!”

 With all the commotion going on behind her, Bertha looked back to see Midori in the rear view. She chuckled. “Ah, seems I’ve got a Guildie pig on my tail~”

 The size of the truck made drastic maneuvers incredibly dangerous, but Bertha didn’t seem to care. She made all the wild, dangerous turns she could to try and knock Midori off her trail. Her fat body’s momentum made the sharp turns a bit tricky, but she had managed to keep up eventually landed on top of the truck’s trailer.

 “*Phew*, that was fun!” The blue-haired woman smiled. She dusted off her jacket and adjusted her cap back in place.

 “Maybe for you...” Mimi replied, attempting to fix her wind-damaged ice cream swirl hairdo.

 The redhead took another look back, and there was no sign of that pesky Guildie. “There, must’ve shook her off. Should be smooth driving from here~”

 Back on top of the truck, the two girls found themselves having to carefully balance to not be thrown off the moving vehicle. Midori, being significantly fatter, was having a bit more trouble due to her girth. She began to make her way towards the front of the semi.

 “Wh-What exactly are you planning to do there?” Mimi asked. She felt the need to ask having just seen the kind of actions and jumps the cyborg would make at the drop of a hat.

 “Well, we need to stop the truck, right? I’m just gonna smash through and knock Bertha right outta this thing!”

 “Do you know how expensive these trucks are?”

 “Nope!”

 “Well, they cost quite a bit! Don’t even think about smashing this thing. Or shocking it.”

 “Aw, then what am I supposed to do to stop her?” The blue-haired girl pouted, her already bulging cheeks puffing our further.

 A devilish grin appeared on the heiress’ face. “Well, if she’s after the ice cream, then what if we were to get rid of it~?”

 “Hm...at this point I guess the Guild is already aware and tracking this thing. I suppose that’s a good idea.”

 Moving to the back of the trailer, Midori flew down with Mimi in tow and opened the container up. Instantly, the pair were hit with a gust of cold air. Due to the sensitive nature of its cargo, the entirety of the trailer was refrigerated to keep the ice cream at just the right temperature.

 “So, what should we do with all this?”  The Guildie asked. “We just gonna toss it out or...?”

 “Oh no, that’d be a waste!” Mimi giggled. “Perhaps you’d be interested in having a ‘little snack’~”

 “Y-You want me to eat all of this?”

 “Or at least make enough of a dent that Bertha can’t enjoy it.”

 “...”

 Midori thought about it for a moment. On the one hand, could she handle the sheer volume of ice cream sitting before her. On the other, she did really like ice cream...

 With surprising speed, she quickly dashed over to the numerous industrial-sized tubs of ice cream. Her flab took a moment to catch up to the rest of her. She eagerly tore into one and began to scoop the deliciously sweet treat into her mouth.

 “Here, this might help speed things up...” The swirl-haired girl had found the temperature controls for the trailer. With the turn of the knob, the air began to climb towards room temperature.

 After the first several tubs, Midori soon found the ice cream had hit a much less solid consistency. She began to use the large containers as if they were gigantic cups, guzzling down the sugary mixture. Stray streams cascaded down her cheeks and onto her chins, staining her poor stretched out shirt.

 “At this rate, she might actually manage to clear this thing out~”

 As more of the tubs were emptied, it was getting harder and harder to Midori feed herself. Even with the extra strength her bionic limbs provided, the fat around them had grown so thick that they were getting stuck at her sides.

 “Ngh...can’t *urp* reach for more...”

 “Don’t worry, I can help with that~” Mimi strolled up to the bloated cyborg and began to pour the ice cream soup down her throat.

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 The truck finally came to a halt at the Calorie Bombers’ favorite biker bar. Several of Bertha’s fellow gang members opened the door to help their massive boss out and back onto the ground. They all quickly ran to the back of the truck, their flabby bodies wobbling all the way there.

 “Time for us to celebrate!” The redhead rubbed her hands together and licked her plump lips. “A delicious feast, and it’s only made sweeter by Guild incompetence!”

 Upon opening the trailer, Bertha was immediately greeted by a surge of gut smacking her square in the face. Her ample bottom provided excellent cushioning for her fall. Rubbing her eyes, she couldn’t believe the sight sitting before her.

 If Midori has been huge before, her new size was several times that and then some. Vast acres of flesh spilled outward, filling up a good amount of the trailer. Mimi was sitting at the top of the mound right next to one of her massive cheeks. Stray ice cream tubs littered the rest of the container, a reminder of the sheer gluttony the blue-haired woman possessed.

 “Oh, uh, hey Bertha~”

 “I knew you Guildies were pigs, but this is ridiculous!” Bertha clutched her own gut and chuckled herself. “You don’t seem to be in any condition to fight though. And I think you need to pay for ruining my little heist here~”

 “Not so fast.”

 Looking over her shoulder, Bertha caught sight of another Guildie. She had dark skin and a black, eye-obscuring bowlcut. Atop her head sat a wool cap, and upon closer inspection you could make out the slightest hint of a pair of cow horns hiding beneath it. A good amount of her face was obscured by her high collared brown and red coat, though it couldn’t hide the tops of some chubby cheeks. Most of her weight sat in her lower half, her ass occasionally wobbling thanks to an accidental slap from her whipping tail.

 “Niu! Boy am I glad you’re here!” The cyborg attempted to wave, though her augmented arms had long since lost their ability to move more than an inch.

 Niu sighed, rubbing her eyes with her thumb and index finger. “I knew you’d manage to find some way to bungle this.”

 “W-Well, Mimi didn’t want me to smash up her truck so- “

 “The truck shouldn’t have been stolen in the first place, dummy.”

 “Still, I think she did the best with what she could…” Mimi interrupted.

 “Ugh, just wait until HQ hears about this…” With a snap of her fingers, reinforcements from the Guild surrounded the gang, taking them into custody.

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 After the incident involving the Calorie Bombers, the grand opening of Adipo City’s very own Campbell’s Creamery went very well. The delay in waiting for a new shipment of ice cream may have slowed the festivities down, but the hungry masses were still able to enjoy their delicious soft serve before sundown.

 As for Midori, she would quickly find herself in quite the predicament. It took some time, but she had managed to slim back down, though still significantly larger than she normally was. Her arms still flailed helplessly as they were pushed out to her side by the rest of her gargantuan body. Face beet red and showered in sweat, the incredibly overweight Guildie was stuck on a new exercise regiment to help her with her little weight problem.

 “*wheeze* C-Can’t we take a break? I think my servos are fried from all the sweat…” She clutched at her meaty chest, gasping for air.

 “C’mon Midori, I know you’re faking it~” Niu replied, giving her tush a soft kick. She had been assigned to help the bloated cyborg out, so she had to find some way to make it fun for her. An overly grueling exercise routine sounded just fine to the cowgirl. “If you can’t pass the Guild physical next month, I think some dire consequences might be awaiting you in your future…”

It had been Ann’s turn to choose where the group would be eating. They all knew about the twintail-sporting blonde’s sweet tooth, so it came to no surprise when she had announced that a pastry shop was their next destination. The look in her eyes when they had entered the shop was nothing short of amazement.

 Ann began to dig into her large slice of cake. The soft, spongey treat was coated in layers of frosting, making it especially sweet. Her mouth was watering with each forkful she brought to her lips.

 “Jeez Ann, that’s an awfully big piece.” Ryuji teased. “If you keep eating like this you might get fa- “ The bleached blonde quickly found a slap barrel across his face. “Ow...”

 “Not cool, Ryuji.” Ann scowled. She had put on a bit of weight since joining the group. It seemed that most of it had found its way to her chest. Her belly had grown a touch softer as well, but she was a prisoner to the sweet flavor of her favorite treats. Thankfully, things hadn’t changed much with her modeling agency, so she was still getting regular work.

 Sitting across the table from them was Futaba and Haru. Despite being the two newest members of the team, they two had gotten caught up in all the feasting. The redhead hacker’s once baggy clothing now fit her perfectly. Her bespectacled eyes stared down a plate of fudge brownies. Haru too had grown about as fluffy as her fluffy light brown hair. The tights clinging to her legs seemed tauter with each passing day. On her plate were some creme-filled pastries begging to be eaten, at least in her opinion.

 To their left sat Yusuke and Morgana. The blue-haired artist seemed more interested in sketching out the contents of his plate than he did eating himself. As for Morgana, he didn’t seem to have much of an appetite either. Then again, being a black cat meant most human meals weren’t his speed. Occasionally, he was lucky enough to find that the restaurant served fish, and on those days he was more than satisfied.

 Finally, across from the non-eating duo were the pair who had become somewhat of a couple since the group had formed.  The first was their leader with the messy black hair, “Joker”. Each member of the group had adopted a codename to use during missions to conceal their identities, and Joker was his. Leaning against him was Makoto, who wasn’t enjoying the feasting quite as much as the other girls. The short-haired brunette was a bit more self-conscious about the effects their excess eating was having. Out of the four girls, she was easily the lightest, though her once flat stomach now had a light layer of pudge coating it. A piece of cake significantly smaller than Ann’s sat before her.

 “You shure you don’t want any more?” Ann asked her, mouth still full.

 “N-No, I’m good.” Makoto sighed. Bringing another forkful to her mouth, she couldn’t deny how delicious it was. Determined to keep her will strong, she casually pushed her plate away as soon as the last of her slice had been eaten.

 “Good stuff, right?” Futaba licked her lips. “Nice pick, Ann.”

 “Yeah, I agree.” Haru piped in. “I may have to get this place to cater some events~”

 “Who’s ready for more?” Ann asked, returning with another large slice for herself.

 “I think I’m good, tha- “ Before she could finish, Joker had placed another slice in front of Makoto. “Oh, uh, thanks…” She accepted the cake, though she wasn’t entirely thrilled about eating it.

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 Makoto tried her best to close the door quietly behind her. She could see that her sister was already home and didn’t want to deal with confronting her. Their latest celebratory feast had run a bit longer than she had expected. It probably didn’t help that Ryuji’s choice in restaurant had been a ramen shop outside of walking distance.

 As she tiptoed through the darkened house, a light suddenly flashed on. Her sister Sae was casually sitting down in a chair, lamp chain in hand.

 “Oh, h-hi Sae.” Makoto gulped. “You’re home early...”

 “Yeah, quite a surprise for me.” The grey-haired prosecutor’s job left her incredibly busy. It was rare for her to score a night like this. “Out eating with those friends of yours again?”

 “Of course not.” She lied, trying to hide the tiny broth stain on her white shirt. “We were studying.”

 “Were there a lot of snacks there?”

 “A few, maybe...” Images of the large bowls that had sat at their table filled her head. “It’s not important, ok?”

 “Alright.” Sae couldn’t help but notice how her sister’s weight had increased since she had started hanging with her new friends. Then again, she was still the smallest out of all the other girls...

 “I should really get back to studying. This one is going to be a pain in the butt.” The brunette rushed towards the stairs, said butt doing a decent amount of jiggling among other body parts. She at least felt safer in her room, away from her sister’s judging eye.

 Now having breached 200 pounds, her self-consciousness was taking its toll. Her will was a bit stronger seeing as she hadn’t blimped up like the others, but she still wasn’t happy about it. As class president, she felt like she had to set a good example for the student body. Her own “student body” wasn’t exactly up to the standards she felt she should reach. She could only imagine what they must’ve thought of her. Her sister clearly noticed and was grilling her on it. And what about her boyfriend?

 “He must think I’m some kind of pig...” Makoto thought, her eyes slightly teary. She just had to find out.

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 The brunette nervously sat in the student council room. She swore she could feel herself sweating bullets as she waited. Makoto had asked him to meet her here. At the very least, this was a spot they’d be able to talk in private at.

 “Ugh, what can I even say to him?” She tried to run the words through her head over and over. No matter how many times she recited the script, it just never sounded right.

 Her self-loathing was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. It was Joker. He quickly took a seat at Makoto’s side, comforting his obviously distraught girlfriend. Something about his quietness and warm touch helped to clear her mind a bit.

 “Th-Thanks for coming.” She blushed a bit. “Well, I’m not exactly sure how to say this, but uh, have I gotten a bit...fat to you?”

 The bespectacled boy tried to look away. He didn’t seem to want to comment on this one.

 “It’s true. All this feasting has turned me into a whale. It’s okay, you can just say that you don’t find me cute anymore.” Her eyes welled up a bit.

 He tried looking away even further, but to little success. His eyes kept drifting towards her larger form. A blush had appeared on his face.

 “*sniff* Wait, you...like the way I look, don’t you?” She had calmed down a bit. Makoto hadn’t expected this kind of a twist even after running so many different scenarios in her head.

 His response was simple. He placed a kiss right on her lips. She kissed back, embracing the shaggy-haired boy. Joker’s hands slowly slid down towards her tummy, giving it a soft rub. Makoto pulled back, still very self-conscious about it all.

 “L-Listen,” She said, bright red, “I don’t think I’m ready to accept all this. I know the other girls don’t really seem to care much, but there’s part of me that is still holding out, you know?”

 He backed off a bit, giving her the space she needed.

 “M-Maybe there is something you could do...” She thought for a moment. “Maybe you could change my cognition...”

 As Phantom Thieves, the places they visited were less physical and more metaphorical. They traveled to places created by people’s thoughts, feelings, and desires in order to change their evil ways. With their powers, Joker might’ve been able to change Makoto’s perception of her body into something more positive.

 “Don’t worry about it being unethical. I want you to do this, it’s okay. Plus, you can always undo it if something goes wrong, right?”

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 “Wow Makoto,” Ryuji was shocked, “your picks are usually a lot more...conservative.”

 When her turn had come up next, the brunette had opted to pick the large, fancy buffet that the Thieves had visited before. However, she had never been a fan considering the sheer volume of food it involved. This time was different. Call it a “change of heart”, but she was in the mood for a good buffet.

 “Guess I’m just looking to celebrate a bit bigger this time~” She teased.

 After Joker’s little excursion, Makoto had done a complete 180 on food and her body in general. She now embraced it all, allowing herself to enjoy herself during the victory feasts like all the others. Consequently, she had quickly gone from the smallest of the four girls to rivaling Ann as the largest overall. Her fat had deposited itself in a mostly balanced manner leaving her a butterball overall.

 “Sounds fine to me!” Ann replied, pointing toward herself with her thumb. Unintentionally, it had pressed itself into one of her large breasts, which had only kept growing meal after meal. The rest of her body wasn’t far behind either.

 They all sat down to eat, their plates piled high with all sorts of food. There was a little something for everyone at the buffet. Ann was still picking out sweets as usual while Makoto had opted for different meats. Even Morgana was happy as he was able to grab some fish.

 The girls dug in like there was no tomorrow. Futaba’s belly seemed to ooze a bit further out of her shirt and onto her lap with each plate she cleared. Haru’s tights were already starting to show a bit of wear and tear despite only being a week old. All the chaffing and rubbing her thighs did against each other had worn them down, and the damage was very plain to see when she sat. Other patrons’ eyes seemed to wander over to their table, completely baffled by the sheer gluttony on display.

  “Mmm, schooo gewd~” Makoto cried, her mouth still full. She had grown quite accustomed to eating big meals like these. The brunette wasted no time in eating her way across the different sections of the buffet. Her plush body leaned against Joker in a cuddling embrace as he gave her bloated gut a good belly rub. She was in heaven.

 “Man, why don’t we come here more often?” Ryuji asked. “The food’s great and we all love it.

 “*Mmph* Because it’s expensive.” Futaba replied, mid-swallow.

 “Oh, right...”

 “Well, I could probably help cover the costs.” Haru piped in. The heiress did have quite a bit of money to spare, so what harm could come from spending a bit on her friends?

 “Really? That’s great!”

 Thus, the group took a momentary break from all the eating to plan out their next visit.

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 LeBlanc was quiet for the most part. The cafe’s regulars were content, sitting around as Sojiro, its owner, helped tend to their orders. The fragrance of coffee had filled the air that night, carrying itself throughout the restaurant. It had event managed to travel upstairs into the room Joker had been staying in since arriving in the city.

 It was up there that the two lovebirds were hanging together, watching a romantic movie on the futon and cuddling. Makoto nearly overflowed her section of the furniture, almost enveloping the shaggy-haired boy within her massive frame. Morgana had been watching too from the bed, though the cat had quickly dozed off, tired out by a long day’s work.

 The two had spent the better part of their Valentine’s Day together. They had visited a couple romantic sights, though Makoto needed frequent breaks from all that walking at her size. There was no shortage of pit stops for food either, allowing the growing girl to get her fill. Even then, she was still snacking as the movie continued, working her way through a large box of chocolates. As was tradition in Japan, she had been the one to buy him chocolates. However, her hunger had gotten the best of her and she had begun eating them herself. He didn’t really mind it. She could eat a few...or all of them.

 As the movie came to an end, the two lovers turned their full attention towards each other. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes for a good while, holding hands. Then, Makoto made her move. She leaned right into Joker, nearly enveloping his thin frame completely with her massiveness. Her large breasts strained against the chest of her teal coat as she leaned, the only spot still buttoned on the garment. Pale belly flab spilled onto Joker’s lap.

 “Thanks for all your help~” She whispered into his ear. With that, she planted a kiss directly onto his lips.

 The romantic moment was short lived, however, as the futon began to struggle beneath the odd weight distribution Makoto had caused. The whole thing came down with a thud, causing the brunette’s body to completely cover up Joker. Morgana jumped up from his sleeping position on the bed, shocked by the tremor. The noise even caused some confusion downstairs for Sojiro and his patrons, but they quickly shrugged it off and continued about their business.

 She quickly tried to pick herself up, struggling a bit thanks to all her weight. Joker was just happy to breathe again after having been smothered under her chest. The two of them just looked at each other for a moment, then laughed it off.

Loud cheers erupted from the stands. Fans were already losing their minds and the competitors hadn’t even made their appearance.

 “In the challenger’s corner, weighing in at 500 pounds, we have a slick fighter. A league newbie, let’s give a warm welcome to Olivia!”

 A large woman with light brown skin and short, jet-black hair emerged from backstage. Her appearance turned a few heads seeing as she wore very little. A mere blue tube top and a pair of leather shorts were all that covered her up, leaving a lot of flab on display for all to see. It was something that worked in her favor, however.

 Deciding to have a bit of fun with her entrance, Olivia quickly dropped down onto her belly and kicked off. As an oil wrestler, her body was covered in a thick coating of olive oil, allowing her to slide down the walkway toward the ring at an incredible speed. The crowd went wild as they watched the fat woman glide along the ground as if sledding down a steep hill. At the last second, she popped herself upward and slipped through the ropes of the ring to enter it.

 “A spectacular entrance for our challenger!” The announcer exclaimed. He walked over to the oily woman and held his microphone out to her. “Any words you’d like to say to all the fans out there in the stands?”

 Olivia brushed some stray dirt off her doughy gut. “Well, I just hope you all enjoy the show! I’ll do my best out here!” She pulled a bottle of oil from out of her top and began to pour it all over herself, replenishing what she had lost during her stunt entrance.

 The crowd was already entertained. First impressions meant a lot, and the titillating sight of her dousing herself in oil was doing a lot to win support. However, it was nothing compared to the reaction the next fighter was about to receive.

 “And now, weighing in at however many pounds she’s at today, our long-reigning champion. Make some noise for Periwinkle!”

 The mammoth footsteps the other woman made as she came from backstage were enough to make the entire arena shake. A large figure wearing a purple, fur-trimmed coat squeezed her way through the doorway, just barely fitting.

 “Aha, yes, I am here now!” She cried out, waving to the crowd. They responded with the loudest cheering Olivia had ever heard. A large, confident smile sat on her freckled face as she made her way down the walkway.

 “Yes yes, cheer for Periwi- “ Before she could finish her statement, the tan woman suddenly felt the ground slip out from under her. Another rumble shocked the crowd as she landed onto her back and began to slide down the oily slick Olivia had left behind. She quickly found herself flying toward the ring and got herself tangled into the ropes. The crowd fell silent.

 Realizing that this mess was her fault, Olivia ran over to the larger woman’s side and offered her hand. “S-Sorry, I guess I sorta left a trail behind me...”

 Grabbing hold of Periwinkle, Olivia managed to help pull her out from her ensnarement. As she stood there before her, the oil wrestler could see just how outclassed she might be. Olivia herself was a bit over 6 feet tall, but the woman with the foxtail hairstyle easily towered over her, not to mention the huge gap in their weights.

 Peri dusted herself off. In the process, she noticed her coat was now soaked in oil. “M-My coat! It’s ruined! And you are the one responsible!” Her face grew red as she stared Olivia down.

 “I guess I didn’t realize it’d make that kind of a mess, sorry.”

 The anger seemed to fade from her face a bit. “Eh, I tend to go through them a bit.” She casually tossed it behind her and out of the ring, revealing a tight, purple-striped top which clung to every curve and roll on her body. A large championship belt was wrapped around her waist, dividing her similarly colored tank top and pants. “They stain so easily when I feast. I’ll just have my tailor make a new one. Still, it gives me something to feud with you about, no~?”

 Olivia was a tad puzzled. The quirky nature of her opponent left her unsure of what to expect in the coming fight. Her only clue was the purple boxing gloves the tan woman wore, but even then, she couldn’t be that effective a boxer at her size, right?

 The announcer moved over to Peri’s side, holding the mic as high as he could. “And how about you, Ms. Champ? Any words for your adoring fans?”

 “Mm, yes. I will be sure to win, as I always do! This coat-ruining slime woman shall go down!”

 “S-Slime woman?” The oil wrestler tilted her head in confusion.

 More cheering erupted from the crowd. The announcer slipped himself out of the ring, not wanting to get caught in the ensuing brawl. Safely at his desk, he took his front row seat and prepared to enjoy the show.

 “Alright, let the fight begin!” He struck the starting bell with a hammer, signaling the start of the match.

 The instant the starting bell rang, Periwinkle began her assault. Within seconds, the two competitors were already belly-to-belly as Peri closed the gap and delivered a swift series of punches. The oil-drenched fighter found herself sliding back towards the ropes already.

 “H-How does she move so quickly?” Olivia wondered. “Such speed at that size...”

 The massive champion began her next charge towards her smaller challenger. This time, Olivia slid to the side, narrowly avoiding a punch and just barely clipping the titan’s gut.

 “Running away like a coward, eh~?” Her freckled cheeks jiggled as she chuckled. “No matter, you cannot escape from Periwinkle.”

 With Peri’s next time attempt, Olivia decided to go with a more “head on” approach. Diving back onto her gut, she rode the momentum towards her opponent and barreled right through her legs. That familiar loss of balance feeling the tan woman had felt before returned as she came crashing down. She landed on her gut and bounced a few times before coming to a stop.

 “Feh, a cheap shot!” Working her way back onto her feet, she shook her fist angrily. She had made up her mind. Her next attack wouldn’t miss.

 Peri charged at Olivia, gloved fist outstretched. As the black-haired fighter attempted to slide out of the way, she watched as her opponent’s gut seemed to swell out and widen, catching her mid-dodge. The doughy tan stomach had blocked her escape, letting Peri get her big punch in on Olivia.

 “Ow, how can you even make your gut move like that?”

 “A Vastebottom never gives away such a juicy secret~” She teased. Her belly began to rumble, then repeatedly stretched out to hit Olivia. It was almost as if she was using her gut like one huge fist to bash her opponent. As soft as it was, it was still doing damage to the oil wrestler.

 It seemed that the crowd was loving every second of the match. Numerous cheers and jeers erupted with every punch, hit, and bump. Overall, they still seemed to be in Peri’s favor, but the newbie was building up a fanbase herself.

 Olivia was running out of steam at this point. She had never faced an opponent like her before. The gigantic woman’s assault was so quick and powerful that it took all her effort just to keep up. “I need to do something drastic, and fast...” She decided to try one last charge at Periwinkle.

 “Ah, you’ve finally come to fight, eh~?” A large grin appeared on her freckled face. She too charged forward, eager to dish out a finishing blow.

 When their bodies met, the larger woman was caught off guard. Olivia had opted to go low, dodging Peri’s swing and grabbing a hold of her champion’s belt. She began to lift her up, giving Periwinkle a slight wedgie as she managed to bring the woman with the foxtail hairdo above her head.

 “H-How?! What are you doing?!”

 “Ending this, I hope!”

 With one mighty grunt, Peri found herself flying through the air as the darker skinned fighter had tossed her toward and above the ring’s ropes. She was banking on a ring out to bring the match to a close. Olivia could only watch as the lard of her opponent wobbled like crazy during her flight.

 “C’mon, c’mon!”

 Just when it seemed like Peri was out, Olivia watched in horror as she fell a bit short, landing along the turnbuckle on her back. The gargantuan’s weight caused a major depression in the perimeter of the ring as the ropes struggled to keep her mass suspended without snapping. Once her body had come to rest and ceased its jiggling, Periwinkle pulled herself up and was now standing on the nearest post holding the ropes in place. The angle Olivia now viewed her from made her appear even larger than before, and she appeared to be casting a shadow over a good portion of the ring.

 “I give you credit,” She remarked, wiping some sweat from her brow, “very few have been able to pick me up like that. However, I must put an end to your running and trickery. If there’s nowhere in the ring for you to run, then I must win~”

 “What do you me- “

 Before she could even finish her sentence, Peri had taken to the air once again. This time, it was on her own terms. She had used her incredible strength to jump off the ropes, propelling her even higher due to being stretched to their limits. Olivia and the crowd stared in awe as the tan woman quickly approached the large light fixture hanging above the ring. And just like that, the arena suddenly grew a great deal darker.

 The airborne fighter’s body began to surge outward, spreading like a big, doughy mass rising in the oven. Whatever trick she had used before to change her size was now being brought to its most obvious conclusion, turning her into a gigantic blob. Her ass was now large enough to block the main lighting, casting a shadow below that covered the entire ring. Out of every part of her body, her belly was clearly the one that had taken on the most weight. It had burst right out from under her top, setting huge amounts of tan, freckled flab free for all to see.

 The look on Peri’s now significantly fatter face was that of someone mad with determination. Her jowls and many chins quivered with every laugh escaping her lips as she began her descent back towards the ring. She was coming down belly-first, and there was more than enough of it to fill the entirety of the ring.

 “She’s certainly not leaving any room for error...” Olivia thought. Her inner search to come up with some kind of plan had failed her. “At this point, all I can do is either get out of the ring and disqualify myself or try to lessen the blow...somehow. Well, here goes nothing...”

 “Here I come~!” The blob cried out, ready to crush her opponent beneath her bull.

 Olivia held her arms up, almost as if to try and catch Peri as she came down. The crowd went silent. For a moment, there was the briefest glimmer of hope as the gut and her hands made contact. However, this was short-lived. Within seconds, her arms were engulfed by flab, followed by her entire body.

 The sheer amount of weight pressing against the oil wrestler’s body was a stronger force than anything else she’d come across before. She had been enveloped underneath the massive ocean of tan, sweaty fat which made up Periwinkle’s belly. Olivia’s own flab felt compressed as it smooshed against her opponent’s considerable bulk. She could faintly hear huge cheering erupting from the crowd, though it was muffled by all the gut which surrounded her. The lack of air and crushing weight on her chest made breathing become increasingly difficult. She could feel herself begin to sleep, everything getting dark...

 *fwoosh*

 When Olivia opened her eyes, she suddenly found herself rising onto the air. She shook her, trying to wake herself up.

 “Wh-What happened?”

 “How did you do that?!” Peri growled from down below. “No one can escape from my bulk!”

 As luck would have it, Olivia’s soft, oiled body had created the perfect catalyst for a pressure cooker-like situation. The sheer pressure from being crushed underneath Periwinkle’s gut had reacted with her friction-defying body in such a way that she found herself being shot out of the flab and heading skyward. She quickly reached the same height the champion had earlier before beginning her own cannonball downward.

 “Guess it’s my turn now!” Regaining her composure, a face of determination returned onto Olivia’s face. She lifted her legs and arms up and prepared for impact.

 The last thing Periwinkle remembered before being knocked out was a face full of butt crammed into leather oil wrestling shorts.

 Olivia slowly slid down the slope of Peri’s belly, eventually bumping up against the ropes. People were going wild in the crowd, both those upset and those impressed by what had just happened.

 “*Phew*, I can’t believe that just happened...” The wrestler was panting, completely tired out from the ordeal she had just gone through.

 Suddenly, Peri’s flab began to compress back towards her. She had returned to her original albeit still massive size. There was a dazed look on her face and she still was stumbling around. Before Olivia could react, her opponent collapsed on top of her, pinning her down. It appeared her luck had run out now as most of if not all the oil on her body had been used up. She was too exhausted at this point to break free, but at least she could breathe this time.

  Despite having passed out, the referee quickly hopped into the ring and began the pin count in Peri’s favor. A slight bias may have been in play, seeing as it was her league after all.

 “1. 2. 3. It’s over!” He helped the tan fighter to her feet, attempting to lift her arm up as high as he could due to their difference in height. “The winner and still reigning champion, Periwinkle Vastebottom!”

 A huge roar of cheering came from the audience. They had been given one hell of a show that night, and it was clear they enjoyed it.

 “*Ugh*...what is- “ Peri began to regain consciousness. She rubbed her head with her free hand, then noticed her other arm being raised by the ref. “I won? I mean...aha! Of course I won!” She reaffirmed herself. She raised her arm up further, carrying the ref with her as her free arm gave her belly a hearty drum.

 As the ref left her side and the crowd began to file out of the arena, Peri walked over to Olivia. The oil wrestler was still lying on the ground, still reeling from the beatdown she had received.

 “Need any help there?”

 “Uh, sure, thanks.”

 Olivia found herself instantly brought to her feet as the larger woman grabbed her hand and pulled her up. Her more menacing face had disappeared and was replaced by a much jollier demeanor.

 “I have to say, you put on quite an impressive show out there!” Peri said, placing a hand on the darker skinned woman’s shoulder.

 “Someone’s had a change of heart.” Olivia joked.

 “Gotta play it up for the audience, you know~?” Peri chuckled. “Still, I would like to invite you to join me for my victory celebration. You’ve certainly more than earned it~”

 “Oh really? That sounds nice. Uh, what exactly does this entail?”

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 With the fight having ended hours prior, the arena had mostly emptied out. Despite this, a small commotion could still be heard coming from certain parts of the building.

 Two blobby masses had managed to fill up a good portion of the locker room and rest area that sat backstage. It was none other than the two fighters, now locked into a massive post-match feast. Excess food had been gathered from the various concession stands littered around the arena for them to gorge themselves silly.

 For Periwinkle, this kind of feasting was a daily occurrence. Her gluttony was somewhat infamous to the point that she could completely empty several restaurants in a day. She had found her way into a hoard of hotdogs and was happily eating her way through it all.

 Olivia, on the other hand, had never quite built up this big an appetite before. She wasn’t quite sure just how she was managing to eat this much. Never had she been so tired out after a fight, so maybe it was her body’s way of recovering? Maybe it was just something in the air? Either way, the wrestler was enjoying herself quite a bit as she ironically snacked on industrial-sized bags of oily, buttery popcorn.

 “Mmm, you were right Peri, thish ish great!” She said, her mouth still full.

 “Yesh, the schpoils of victory tashte quite gewd, no~?”

 “I mean *gulp* I didn’t exactly win...”

 “Yeah, but I did!” She laughed pressing her own fat form against Olivia’s. “And don’t worry, you can try again another time there, my friend.”

“We think you may be setting a bad example for your students, being the PE teacher and all…”

 She looked up, having been focusing on the extra-large chocolate bar in her grasp. “Mmph, what exchactly do you mean?” She replied, mouth still full. Her free hand began picking at her spandex athletic shorts, trying to loosen the tight hold they had on her meaty thighs.

 “Well, you’ve put on an alarming amount of weight, and as a PE teacher we feel like this might send the wrong message to your students. You know?”

 “H-Have I really put on that much?” Her face grew red. She instinctively moved her hand again, this time resting it on her paunch. The jacket she wore was very similar in style and color compared to her older one, but it was considerably larger than before. Even then, it was starting to stretch toward its limits as each day passed.

 Once the meeting was over, Sakura walked out of the office, her hips lightly brushing against the sides of the doorframe. She was now left in a sour mood, knowing her job was potentially on the line after all this. Glancing over at a nearby garbage bin, she took one last look at her candy bar, then chucked it into the trash.

 “As much fun as it’s been, I can’t keep doing this...I need to start eating better again.”

 Suddenly, she could feel her phone vibrating from her jacket pocket. She reached in, prying it out of her flab’s grasp. Ironically, it was Karin calling, the last person she was ready to talk to right now.

 “H-Hey Karin...”

 “Mmph, Shakura.” She could hear chewing sounds coming from the blonde’s line. “Hope you’re doing well.”

 “Uh...yeah, everything’s fine.” She lied.

 “That’sh gewd. Mmm!” Sakura wasn’t sure if she was reacting to her answer or whatever she was eating. “Care to visit tomorrow? I’ve been itching to go another round against you~”

 “Sure, that sounds good...”

 “Alright, take care. Shibasaki, another round of those creme puffs please~” With that, the call ended.

 Sakura sighed. “How am I gonna break this to her? Facing off has been fun, but I can’t lose my job over this...”

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 The flight to the Kanzuki estate was much more pleasant ride than before. At Karin’s request, the seats on the jet had been replaced with much wider ones, a perfect fit for Sakura’s considerable rear. Traveling up the mansion’s front stairs winded her a bit, but with some effort she had made it to the front door. Shibasaki was waiting at the top, opening the door for her.

 “Good morning, Ms. Kasugano.”

 “Thanks, you too! Say, where’s Karin?”

 “Ms. Kanzuki is waiting for you in the dining hall. She has been rather…tired lately. The walk was going to possibly be a bit much for her, so she decided to have me come fetch you instead.”

 The explanation left her a bit puzzled. It wasn’t normally like Karin to leave her waiting like this. She had always been eager to spring immediately into action at a moment’s notice. Perhaps she planning some sort of surprise?

 Upon reaching the dining hall, Sakura couldn’t believe her eyes. Sitting before her was a parade float that somewhat resembled Karin Kanzuki. Not literally, of course, but the sheer change in size the rich woman had gone through in just a few months was nothing short of astounding. Her once fit form was being buried beneath several layers of fat with no signs of slowing down.

 The blonde’s eyes lit up upon seeing her rival enter the room. She sat up a little, unable to move much in the chair. Her breasts had grown even larger and bobbed as she attempted to move around. Karin had seemingly wedged herself into the chair, excess belly fat spilling between the arms and the seat. She quickly tired and gave up on escaping to properly greet her guest.

 “Ah, there you are Sakura~” She brought one of her pudgy hands up and went to rest her first chin on it. “So glad you could make it on such short notice.”

 “H-Hey, good to see you too. Haven’t most of our current meetings been pretty short notice already?”

 “I guess you’re right, ohohohoho~” Her whole body seemed to quake as she let out that trademark laugh of hers.

 Sakura gulped. “I gotta be honest with her…” She cleared her throat. “Listen, Karin, I- “

 The brunette was quickly interrupted by the sounds of chefs and servants all flooding into the room. In their hands were large trays covered in bowls of rice dishes.

 Sakura could feel her stomach begin to rumble. “Oh no, she remembered my favorite meal...”

 “You may think I’m foolish for choosing a food you’re oh so familiar with, especially since you’ve won every single contest we’ve had so far. Perhaps so, but I’ve been eating plenty of it myself. I’m prepared to beat you at your own game, Sakura~”

 It was too hard for her to resist. Her brain was telling her “no”, but her gut forced her to inch closer and closer to the dining table now littered in rice bowls. She quickly broke, taking a seat at one of the chairs which was far too small for her ass.

 “Let us begin then.” Karin smiled, her chubby face positively glowing with haughty energy.

 The two competitors quickly grabbed a hold of their chopsticks and began to chow down from the massive bowls before them. Sakura was quick to polish off her bowl of katsudon, rice topped with veggies, egg, and pork. She pushed the bowl to the side, eagerly swiping the next bowl towards herself. Karin seemed furious, quickening the pace at which she stuffed her own face.

 The mixture of meat and rice was pure bliss for Sakura. Rice was her favorite food for a reason. It lent itself so well to mixing with other ingredients that it never got stale for her. She was pretty sure that she could go a whole year eating only rice-based foods if she had to.

 “She can’t seriously think I’d lose when rice is involved.” She thought, slurping up another piece of salty pork into her mouth. “I’d almost guess she wanted me to win if I didn’t know how competitive she was. She’s getting a bit too big for her britches…literally~”

 It wasn’t long before every single bowl from the kitchen had been used up. Dirty bowls clattered up the dining hall, and the two ravenous girls were still looking for more. In order to keep up with the demand, the chefs decided to improvise as cleaning up would take far too long. As a handful of servants cleared the table, the chefs began to bring in the next course: rice balls.

 Karin licked her lips as more food found its way onto the table. Stray grains of rice had gotten caught onto her jacket, resting around her breasts and towards her lap-covering gut. “So, how’re you holding up there~?”

 On the other side of the table, it was clear that Sakura’s fighting spirit was back in full swing just by seeing the look on her face. Job security seemed like an afterthought to her now that the “fight” was in full force. A loud rumble erupted from her belly, her appetite still not satiated. “Hm, I think I’ve got room for more~” She happily reached for one of the rice balls.

 The brunette was quick to find a variety of fillings had been used to craft these delicacies. The first was filled with salmon, the next squid. Each ball was like a surprise for her to discover.

 “Mmm, schoooo gewd~!” She couldn’t help but express her satisfaction in words.

 “Hah, what’s foolish move.” Karin thought. “Wasting time talking when there’s still food on her plate. All these little mistakes will add up, so there’s no doubt that I will win!” She continued scarfing down on the many rice balls piled before her, her gluttonous rampage far from over.

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 “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’RE OUT OF RICE?”

 “Ms. Kanzuki, please calm yourself.” Shibasaki began to fan the metaphorical flames brewing from the blonde’s anger.

 “It’s just not fair.” Karin pouted. Her exceptionally fat face added weight to the expression. Both her jacket and shirt had been undone, allowing a vast ocean of creamy flab to spill out underneath the table. Despite having to adjust her clothing, she still hadn’t had her fill and was eager to keep the hedonistic competition running.

 “By the time we can get more rice shipped in and prepared, there would be such a gap that it would mess with the integrity of the contest.”

 “Just order stuff pre-prepared, I don’t care!”

 “I don’t think there’s a place around that could manage such a large order...”

 “It’sch okay, Schibashaki,” Sakura piped up, mouth still full of the last of the rice pudding, “Karin ish juscht mad *gulp* that I beat her again~”

 The brunette’s body had not been spared either, splaying outward. The blue skirt had long since been removed, leaving a sizable red panty wedgie on display. Her uniform’s top had ridden up even further to leave her belly exposed. As she leaned backward in her chair, her bottom-heavy figure felt the effects of gravity. The chair slipped, and the poor girl found herself falling onto her sizeable ass. The seat itself had been reduced to splinters due to falling and being crushed.

 “Ow...”

 “Ohohoho- oh?” As she was enjoying Sakura’s misfortune, Karin could feel her own chair suddenly buckle beneath her. While her rival had merely leaned a bit too far back, the blonde’s weight had finally caught up to her, causing the chair’s legs to completely collapse. She too was now on the ground, her ample chest smacking her in the face on the way down.

 Shibasaki sighed. “I’ll call someone about repairing those chairs right away…”

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 Sakura was panting and wheezing heavily. Climbing the large staircase leading to the upper floors of the Kanzuki mansion had taken its toll on the obese woman. By the time she had waddled into the hall where Karin’s room was, she found herself completely winded. Pressing a pudgy hand against the wall, she leaned into it and slowly slumped down onto her considerable rear. She wiped some sweat off her brow and let out a sigh of relief.

 “Phew, I still can’t get used to these stairs…”

 At the rich girl’s behest, Sakura had moved into the mansion some months ago. The gym teacher had been left with the ultimatum to slim down in order to keep her job, so Karin decided to undercut their offer. She gave Sakura the chance to live with her at the mansion without worrying about making a living to stay afloat. All expenses would be covered, and she’d be waited on hand and foot just as Karin herself was. The brunette just couldn’t say no to such an offer, leaving her old life behind to keep up her competitive eating streak with her flabby rival.

 A bell suddenly began to ring out. It was the one Karin had installed at her bedside. Moving had become so great a chore for her that she now spent most of her time in bed. Using this new setup, she was able to let her numerous servants and butlers know when she needed help with a single ring.

 “Don’t worry *huff* I’m coming!” Sakura shouted, hoping her voice would carry far enough down the hall. With a bit of effort, she managed to heave her massive body up off the ground. Months of stuffing herself silly had dramatically increased her gains, leaving her massive. She continued her waddle towards Karin’s room, seeing it ahead of her at the end of the hall.

 As she entered Karin’s room, she could feel her extra wide hips brush against the doorway. There were already plans for renovation to make the mansion more accommodating for the two massive girls, but for now she still had to struggle with fitting her butt through most doors. Using all her strength, Sakura managed to pull herself out of the doorway, stumbling a bit as the momentum carried her jiggling body. With her composure regained, she took one look at Karin and still couldn’t believe her eyes.

 The blonde had already been fat when their rivalry had reheated, but she had grown absolutely enormous over the course of months. Clothing was scarce at her size, so the few things she even had custom made tended to cover what little it could. A lacy black gown was currently draped onto her body, not making it particularly far past her mammoth breasts. The cups were nearly overflowing with titflesh, though she still remained decent.

 “Ah, at least someone answered my call~” Karin giggled, her face quivering.

 “Yeah, most of the staff is helping to prepare our next contest. Sounds like you gave them quite the tall order to fulfill…”

 “That I did! Either way, I was going to have one of them fetch you in the first place, so you answering my call in the first place is a bit of good fortune.”

 “What exactly did you want to need to talk to me about anyway?” Sakura asked.

 “Well, first, could you help me up onto my feet?”

 “Uh…ok.”

 She waddled over to Karin’s bed and stretched out a flabby arm to help. The larger girl grabbed a hold of Sakura’s hand, and with a bit of effort, she was able to move herself off the bed. Unfortunately, the force of getting her up was enough to send her on a crash course with Sakura, causing them both to fall to the ground in a fatty pile.

 “Y-You’re crushing me.” Sakura said, her face completely suffocated by Karin’s chest.

 “I-I’m trying!” Karin quickly managed to roll herself over onto her bad, out of breath from such a simple action. The two girls soon regained their strength and helped each other back onto their feet.

 “Now that that’s over, what exactly was it you wanted then?”

 The blonde took a powerful stance, planting her feet and outstretching a sausage-like index finger towards Sakura. “I just wanted to say *wheeze* that today will finally be the day that I, Karin Kanzuki, defeat you!”

 Sakura rolled her eyes. After so many contests of pure gluttony, Karin had yet to out eat her even once. She did have to give Karin some credit on her determination though. “You may talk the talk, but can your stomach back you up on this claim~?” Her own finger found its way into Karin’s doughy middle, poking at it.

 “We’ve been practicing, I’ll have you know!” She teased back, patting her belly.

“Alright girls, I want you to do three laps around the track, ok?”

 A small stampede of high school girls quickly took to the track, leaving their gym teacher alone. She leaned up against a chain link fence, letting her body relax as she watched the girls tackle the final step of their warmup. Figuring the coast was clear, the short-haired brunette reached into her red jacket’s pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar. Craftily, she held her clipboard up and pretended to read off it, blocking the view of her face so she could munch on her sweet treat without being noticed.

 Having abandoned the fighting tournament circuit many years prior, Sakura had moved on from martial arts. Her idol Ryu was constantly traveling around the world which made connecting with him somewhat sparse, and eventually there came a day where they lost contact all together. Finding herself unable to keep up with the competition, she would soon find other ways to support herself, eventually settling down to become a phys ed teacher.

 “Hm, maybe I should’ve skipped the chocolate today…” She thought. Her new lifestyle had certainly influenced her figure, leaving her quite a bit plumper than she had been in her prime. Hovering somewhere shy of 200 pounds, she could feel how tight her once perfect shorts now sat on her body. A muffin top was plateauing over the waistband, thankfully hidden beneath the sporty red jacket. Despite this, she dug into the chocolate against her better judgement. “Just one bar today couldn’t hurt, right?”

 Unbeknownst to her, a black limousine had rolled up along the road past the fence. The driver’s door opened to reveal a familiar butler emerging from inside. The bespectacled man made his way over to the brunette, warmly greeting her.

 “Ah, Ms. Kasugano, long time no see.”

 Startled, Sakura fumbled her chocolate and clipboard. While her reflexes weren’t quite what they used to be, she managed to safely catch them before reaching the ground. She hadn’t been expecting company, at least outside of her students. As soon as she got a good look at the man, the memories began to flood back.

 “Sh-Shibasaki?”

 “That’s right.”

 “You’re one of Karin’s butlers. What’re you doing here at a place like this?”

 A warm smile appeared on his face. “Well, I’m here to visit you on Ms. Kanzuki’s behalf, of course.”

 “What could she possibly want to see me for? I can’t even remember the last time we even met up…”

 “So, what exactly does she want from me?” Sakura asked.

 “Well, she’s extended an invitation for you to come meet with her tomorrow.”

 “T-Tomorrow?” It had been a long time since she had last visited the Kanzuki estate, but it was always quite the spectacle to behold. The whole thing was made up of numerous large buildings and mountains in a secluded area. Looking in most directions was enough to get a glimpse of some breathtaking view considering the altitude which it all sat upon. It was more than likely she’d need to take a plane just to visit.

 He handed a rather elaborate-looking red envelope coated with actual cherry blossom petals to Sakura from over the fence. She gave it a look over before opening it, taking time to admire the work which had been put into it. Upon opening the invitation, she found herself coated in a snow shower of petals.

 “I suppose nothing has ever been ‘subtle’ with her.” She giggled to herself. With this, her eyes darted to the actual message inside.

 Dear Sakura,

 It has been quite a long time since we last squared off, no? Taking on the responsibilities of running a company as large as my family’s has certainly left me quite busy these past few years. I can only imagine you’ve had your hands full all this time as well. Well, I’ve finally had my plate clear up enough that I can spend plenty of free time all to myself. Perhaps you’d be interested in meeting up once again? I have a jet at the ready that is prepared to fly you up here tomorrow morning. I can’t wait to see you soon.

 -Karin

 PS: Prepare yourself~

 “How ominous.” She rolled her eyes.

 “So, will you be joining us?” Shibasaki adjusted his glasses.

 “Well…I guess it couldn’t hurt.”

 “Good. We’ll be waiting for you at the airport tomorrow morning.” With that, he popped back into the limousine and drove off.

 Sakura found herself looking over the letter one more time, then slipped it underneath some of the papers on her clipboard. She could see the first of the girls start to slow down at the finish line, so it was time to get back to the task at hand. Karin would have to wait until tomorrow.

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 Despite having seen it countless times before, Sakura still found herself in awe looking at the mansion which stood before her. The flight up had been perfectly smooth, and from there a limo had brought her right to the Kanzuki estate’s front door. As she began to climb the stairs, the massive doors seemingly opened on their own, welcoming her inside. With how massive it was on the outside, the inside was equally as stunning in size. She found herself in a wide open main hall containing a plethora of decorative statues and fixtures, many doorways leading to other parts of the building, and a large, spiraling staircase directly in front of the entrance. Standing before her on that staircase was a familiar face, albeit one much chubbier than she was used to.

 “Finally, we meet again.” The larger figure began to make its way down the stairs. Every step downward seemed to send an opposite reaction through her body, bouncing the flabbier parts of her anatomy up. Her red jacket seemed to suffer the most from these tremors as her button-straining gut shook around quite a bit. By the time she had actually reached the bottom of the staircase, she was breathing a bit heavier than before and had a light layer of sweat appear on her forehead.

 “K-Karin? Is that really you?”

 “In the flesh, ohohohoho~” Crossing her arm underneath her ample chest, Karin chortled with a haughty tone into the back of her free hand. Her belly resumed its wobbling with each sound that escaped her lips.

 The brunette could barely believe what she was seeing. Karin, who had previously been just as active and determined a fighter as she was, had transformed into what seemed like a comically obese version of herself after a few years out of practice. All the time spent running the family business had left her unable to train in any capacity, leaving her inactive and able to indulge herself into the state she was now in. Her large, blonde ringlet curls seemed much smaller now that the rest of her body had grown outward. Sakura even noticed a small tear forming in one of her tights, letting a small bit of pale pudge peek out.

 Karin waddled over to Sakura, embracing her with a large hug. The smaller girl could feel herself being nearly swallowed up by her rival’s plush flab. “It’s good to see you again.” The blond smiled.

 “Y-Yeah…” She replied, her response partially muffled as the embrace left her face partially buried into one of Karin’s breasts. Pulling herself out, she gave her surroundings a better look. “Wow, I can’t believe this place has gotten even fancier.”

 “I have been quite busy, haven’t it?” She chuckled. “It’s only natural to see how much has changed since you last visited. Glad you’re enjoying the view at least. Come, there’s a surprise awaiting us in the dining hall.”

 The mansion’s sheer size made the walk take quite a bit longer than Sakura could have expected. Passing through numerous other rooms, it almost felt like a tour of some fancy museum more than it did a walk through someone’s home. Despite it being a normal trip for her, Karin seemed winded with beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. She produced a fan from one of her pockets and proceeded to try and cool herself down with it, to little avail.

 Once they reached the dining hall, Karin’s pace quickened, moving surprisingly fast for someone her size. Perhaps it was a remnant of her more nimble times. Her entire body was quaking as she made it over to the table. She nearly slammed her butt into the chair, a loud groan erupting as it buckled a bit beneath her weight. Sakura calmly walked over and took her seat across the table from Karin’s.

 “So, what’s this ‘surprise’ you wanted to show me?” Sakura teased. As if on cue, a group of butlers and chefs appeared carrying silver platters with lids and brought them over to the table, sitting them in front of the two girls. Lifting the lid revealed a pyramid built of hot dogs sitting on the tray. “Hot dogs? Karin, what exactly are you planning here?”

 “Hope you don’t find it too crude a food despite the rest of the atmosphere here.” The blonde giggled. “I’ll admit, I have been getting a bit of an urge to compete against you again, but I doubt either of us are in quite the shape to fight anymore. So, I came up with something else we could try.”

 “Oh, so this is like those contests they have in America?”

 “More or less, I suppose. My servants will be keeping tally of how many we’ve each eaten and keep the supply flowing as we run out.”

 “Y-You really think we’re going to be eating more than these?”

 “I don’t know, my appetite has been quite ravenous lately…” Karin smirked, giving Sakura quite the glare. She was ready for a fight, whether it metaphorical guts or literal guts. “Oh, and I did have one last treat for you.” Snapping her fingers, another butler appeared with a very nostalgic outfit in his hands. It was a white top with a popped blue collar and a matching blue skirt.

 “Is that-“

“Yup, one of your old school uniforms. You must’ve left it here at some point, but we took good care of it. Feel free to put it on.”

 “C’mon Karin, you know that thing isn’t going to fit me.”

 “You won’t know until you try it~” Karin seemed determined, and Sakura knew that Karin wasn’t one to quit so easily. She sighed, then accepted the outfit and walked to the nearby bathroom to change.

 When she returned, the brunette’s face was completely red. It was just as bad as she had been expecting. Her gut was loose, leaving her belly to pooch over the waistband of her skirt ever so slightly. The top had also ridden up quite a bit from how it normally sat, keeping her bra hidden but leaving more gut free. Her thighs were also mostly on display as the skirt wasn’t enough material to contain her chunky thighs. She shuffled awkwardly back to her seat, hoping that sitting down would help cover her up a bit.

 “Still a good look after all these years~” Karin teased.

 Sakura’s blush only grew redder. “L-Let’s just start this thing, ok?”

 One of the butlers rang a small, silver dinner bell, signaling the start of the competition. Karin immediately began to dig in, grabbing hot dog after hot dog and scarfing them down. Her larger size may have given her the competitive edge she needed to finally defeat Sakura.

 “Today will be the day.” She thought. “Sakura won’t be able to keep up with my appetite. She doesn’t nearly have as much gut as I do, so how far could she even get?”

 Across from her, Sakura just kind of started at the meat pyramid, still trying to figure out a game plan. “Hm, what should I do? I’ve never done this kind of ‘competing’ before.” She reached out and grabbed two hot dogs, one for each hand. Somewhat slowly, she began to alternate between the two, pacing herself out. While Karin was going through them faster, Sakura was banking on being able to win the long game.

 The rate at which the two girls packed away the food was somewhat alarming. Within a few minutes, both girls had finished their first tray, prompting the chefs to speed up the rate of cooking. They knew that the few plates they had prepared might not be enough, so it was going to be better to play it safer than sorry…

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 As the gluttonous competition was winding down, the toll it had taken was very much apparent. The table was now in a state of disarray, covered in discarded trays and numerous scraps left over from the wild feasting. Cleaning up this mess was going to take the Kanzuki maids quite a bit of time.

 Karin had long since unbuttoned her jacket, letting her gut spill out of the confines of her top. It oozed and sat on her well-padded lap beneath the table. She was cradling said belly with one hand while using the other to desperately finish the half-eaten hot dog still in her clutches. The regret and pain on her fat face was apparent as she forced it down, leaving her in a panting fit afterward. She reached for a handkerchief and dabbed off sweat and crumbs sticking to her face. This had been her limit.

 On the other side of the table, Sakura’s eyes seemed glazed over, almost as if she was in a trance. Her belly appeared painfully taught and distended, especially for her comparatively smaller frame. She was still double fisting hot dogs at a steady, albeit slower pace without any sign of stopping in sight. The butlers keeping track of the competition exchanged worried glances, unsure if medical attention was going to be necessary after all this gorging. Shibasaki decided to step in before things got ugly.

 “Alright, I think we’ve got our final totals here.” He looked over the tallies his fellow butlers had been keeping. The numbers shocked him quite a bit, but he was convinced that they were accurate enough. “It seems as though Ms. Kasugano has won.”

 Sakura’s only real response was a groan. She was laying back in her seat, head tilted up and on the verge of a food coma. Her stomach let out a pained grumble, still completely full.

 “H-How could she *urp* win?” Karin tried to stand up, but she found herself pinned by the weight of her gut. She winced at the pain that came with her struggle. “I demand a recount, or better yet, a new contest!”

“Ms. Kanzuki, please try to relax. Neither of you are in any condition to keep this kind of competition going. I’ve already looked over all the numbers and the results remain the same.”

 “…Fine.” The blonde pouted, finally admitting defeat. “Just know that this isn’t the end, Sakura. You had fate on your side, but you won’t be lucky next time!”

 “N-Next…time?” was all Sakura could muster.

 With a bit of effort, a group of butlers managed to help the brunette to her feet. They gently escorted her out of the mansion and helped load her into the jet. She had a bit of trouble fitting into the jet’s somewhat compact seats, but with a little force they were able to squeeze her in.

 “Until we meet again, Sakura~” Karin waved goodbye, then let out another haughty laugh as the door to the jet closed shut.

At the center of it all was a single incredibly fat face. It was adorned with a pair of freckled cheeks equal in size if not larger than industrial-size garbage bags and numerous chins that increased in magnitude of flab the further down the chain they rested. At this advanced level of fatness, most of a face’s identifiable features are buried underneath an avalanche of chub leaving them barely recognizable. However, in addition to the owner’s sheer gluttony on display, their unique hairstyle proved to make them very easy to distinguish. The fox tail-colored pompadour meant this mammoth blob was none other than the mayor of Periwinkle City and notorious hooligan Periwinkle Vastebottom.

 Ms. Vastebottom’s gluttony and destructive tendencies were as widely known as her towering figure. A normal meal for her would make any competitive eater blush and empty out the average restaurant. On the occasion her appetite was wild enough to send her into a feeding frenzy, all bets were off. There tended to be little rhyme or reason to why her stomach was seeming bottomless on some days, but these binge-filled days were the ones that helped to define her in the public eye. It was not uncommon to hear about Periwinkle eating to the point of becoming a literal human blob, but this time she had gone above and beyond her normal limits.

 The vast expanse of Periwinkle’s body had long since eclipsed its surrounding area. Her clothing was ripped to shreds due to her increasing bulk, which let her ever expanding anatomy grow and flow freely. She did not mind though. The unfathomably fat woman was always proud to show off her enormity off to any curious onlookers. Her belly was easily the area of biggest gains, leaving her with a gut that stretched out further than what seemed humanly possible. It’s size was also enough to part her enormous, sandbag-like breasts whose tips rested along the ground at her sides. Not falling too far behind, the eponymous “vaste”bottom was equally titanic in its proportions. Had there been any real signs of civilization nearby, it may have been large enough to measure higher than some buildings. Her limbs and extremities appeared uselessly bloated, though Periwinkle’s deceptive strength meant they would have most likely been able to move freely had she not been in such a lazy mood.

 “Where is my food? You hear that my belly is grumbling, no?”

 As if on cue, a set of squeaky wheels began to creak as they rolled along Peri’s belly. A large cart of some kind was being pulled upward, leaving an indented path in the flab where the wheels traveled. After a few minutes of being dragged with generous rests in between, the cart had finally managed to make its way from the lower belly all the way up the staircase of chins, bumping a bit on each “stair” it had to climb. The sights the gluttonous mayor saw as the cart pulled into her view left her momentarily breathless.

 A familiar flabby face had been the one lugging the cart all the way up to Peri’s own. It was Mimi Campbell, the ice cream fortune heiress responsible for some of the glutton’s favorite sweet treats. However, her appearance was a bit different from normal. Her once busty-yet-chubby figure had been buried beneath an extremely thick coating of fat giving her the appearance of being on the verge of immobility. Most prominently, her bust had increased tenfold, almost exaggeratedly so as it was poorly contained by an ill-fitting bikini of some kind. Each massive breast grazed the side of her pale, creamy lower belly which had drooped far enough down to cover a good amount of her thighs. It was hard to tell if she was even wearing something down there let alone if anything could have even fit around her ample figure.

 “Sorry for the wait, but I had to take a few breaks on the way up.”

 What rested in the cart could only be described as some form of masterful food art. The cart was nearly as wide as an above ground pool and was overflowing with ice cream. A giant sundae had been prepared, made from a variety of flavors and more toppings than one could count. It had been built up so tall that it was likely to spill over once it began to melt, but knowing Peri’s breakneck eating pace, it was more likely to spill due to her vigor and messy eating than from melting.

 “Want me to start feeding you~?”

 Periwinkle nodded, sending her cheeks and chins into a jiggling state. Mimi then pulled out a comically shovel-sized spoon out of thin air and began to dig into the giant treat. Before she could even move the absurd utensil all the way to her feedee’s face, Peri snapped forward and managed to wrap her entire mouth around it. Pulling it back revealed that it had been completely licked clean

 “Got something else for ya~”

 A giant can of whipped cream was now being cradled in Mimi’s arms. She fired off a thick stream of cream directly into the still open maw of the tan blob. Alternating between shoveling ice cream and spraying whipped cream between bites became their new routine. Every spoonful sent the eating behemoth into pure bliss, licking it clean before motioning for another. Even at that size, the sundae was no match for Peri’s gluttonous pace. Just as quickly as it arrived, it was gone. Mimi had already started heading back down with the cart, snacking on what little remained.

 “Bring me another! On the double!”

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“…Is she ok?”

 Mimi looked at her large customer, puzzled by what she was seeing. It was a fairly normal day at the creamery overall, though a visit by Periwinkle often changed that greatly.

 “Oh, don’t worry,” piped in Clover, one of the mayor’s faithful lackeys, “I think she’s just daydreaming about your ice cream again.”

 “Yeah, she does that sometimes.” Added Earl, Peri’s other doting companion.

 Periwinkle herself seemed a bit zoned out. She was laying back in the booth as best as she could at her size, staring up towards the ceiling. A line of drool had begun to escape her open mouth along with a soft hum which at least showed some signs of life.

 “Whatever,” the heiress shrugged, “I’ll just get started with her usual.”

 As the chubby queen of retail ice cream made her way towards the back of the restaurant, Peri seemed to slowly come out of her daze. As she shook her head to clear her mind up, one last thought crossed through.

“There, that should do it.” Penny put her feathered quill back into its vial of ink. She took a moment to admire her work. It was a small, handwritten flyer advertising her next attempt at trying to show people the potential of magic.

 “To learn the truth about magic, come to the gazebo in the park at noon sharp!”

 Having spent time scoping out the most popular places that people would gather at, the bespectacled witch had determined that the park made the best place to show off her talents. It was well populated, but not overly crowded as to give people room to let their jaws drop at the sights she had in store for them. In addition, the park’s gazebo provided her with a stage to utilize and a great centralized spot to have people meet at.

 “It’s perfect.” She thought. “If I spread this around, I just know people will show!”

 With the flick of her wrist, Penny produced her wand. The small, wooden stick seemed to give off a faint flow as she aimed it directly at her flyer. One swish and her flyer had suddenly multiplied into numerous copies now swirling in the air above her. Another swift motion caused the window to shoot open, albeit a bit too quickly and causing the glass to smash.

 “Whoops...”

 Nevertheless, her goal was still achieved. The flyers began zooming through the opened window, flying out into the night sky to land anywhere and everywhere they could around town in hopes that people would see them.

 “Alright Penny, time for bed.” She said to herself. “You’ve got a big day ahead of you, so you need to get as much rest as possible...”

 Unbeknownst to the now sleeping girl, the flyers hadn’t exactly hit their target. Instead, every single one had ended up landing in a nearby river. Their ink became too smudged to read as they drifted off, never to be seen again. This was a sign of things to come…

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 “Five minutes to curtain…” Penny was pacing around in the gazebo. The sun had nearly risen to its highest point which could only mean noon was near. Soon enough, everyone would get a taste of her magical prowess. She could only imagine the crowd her flyers must’ve attracted, so her expectations were high. This, in turn, made her a bit nervous.

 So far, there was very little crowd to speak of. There were a few people scattered around, but they seemed more concerned with going about their day, not so much stopping to watch the redhead’s performance. A little old woman had seemed to take interest in Penny, deciding to walk up the gazebo’s steps.

 “Oh my dearie, what a beautiful costume you have on.”

“Oh…uh…thanks.” Penny seemed a bit confused. She wasn’t used to complements on her appearance, especially since it was merely traditional witch garb and nothing particularly special.

 “I can’t believe it’s Halloween already. It came by so quickly, I forgot to pick up candy for the kids.”

 It seemed as though Penny’s outfit had confused the old woman. It probably didn’t help that “traditional witch garb” was exactly the kind of thing someone might be seen wearing during Halloween. The most obvious of these was the large, pointed hat she wore adorned with a jack-o-lantern charm. A spiderweb-patterned skirt, striped stockings, and a cape helped further cement her witch aesthetic.

 “Wha-? No, it’s not Halloween. I’m a witch, and I’m about to perform magic for all of you to see. Weren’t you impressed by my flyers?”

 “Ooh, magic? I love magic shows~” The little old lady seemed happy enough to stick around and watch Penny’s show.

 A sigh of relief escaped Penny’s mouth. “Well, that’s at least one more person who’ll get to experience my magic. Everyone should be showing up riiiight about now…”

 The crowd didn’t seem to grow much at all. More people were passing by the hut than they were stopping for the show. Regardless, Penny had committed to the time and knew the show must go on.

 “Attention, ladies and gentlemen!” The redhead spoke up, waving her arms to try and catch everyone’s attention. A handful of people, including the old woman, looked up from what they were doing and placed their attention on the witch. “Prepare to be amazed at what you are about to see. Real life magic!”

 Reactions were a bit mixed. The old lady’s eyes lit up, twinkling at the prospect of the magic show. A young couple rolled their eyes. Many others just expressed confusion, not knowing that such a show had even been planned for today. Either way, they were all at the very least content to stick around and see where things went.

 Penny reached up and pulled her pointed hat off her head. Flipping it upside down, she pointed her wand toward the brim. “Now, watch as I conjure a flock of doves from out of my hat.”

 She gave the hat a tap with her wand. A spark of energy seemed to shoot out from the wand and into the hat. A few seconds passed without anything happening. Nervous, Penny peeked inside the hat only to be assaulted with an onslaught of feathers shot right into her face.

 A low chuckle began to fill the crowd. No one was quite sure if it was all part of the act or not, but they found the redhead’s misfortune funny all the same. At least one person had pulled out their phone and began to film the disastrous magic show.

 Readjusting her hat and glasses, Penny tried to calm herself down after her first try had gone wrong. She went to clear her throat, but she found herself coughing up a feather in the process. “N-Next, I will attempt something that none of you have ever seen before. I shall use a magical potion to make a beautiful flower grow before your very eyes!”

 She quickly turned around and crouched down to pick up the pot and potion she had been hiding towards the back of the gazebo. With her thumb, she uncorked the bottle and began to pour the glowing green potion into the dirt. Soon, a tendril began to sprout from the pot, climbing a bit higher with each passing moment. “Ooh”s and “Ah”s began to fill the crowd, pleasing Penny.

 Suddenly, the pot began to shake violently in her hands. Her cool demeanor began to slip away as quickly as it had appeared. A large bud had begun growing at the top of the sprout. It swelled up to the point of bursting open revealing a Venus flytrap with large, sharp teeth. The carnivorous plant began lunging at Penny, snapping to try and take a bite out of the poor witch. Letting out a yelp, she tossed the pot away, letting it crash to the ground and shatter into pieces.

 The snickering resumed in the crowd. All the confusion that once plagued them had been replaced with a sense of entertainment. Instead of taking Penny seriously, they were beginning to think the entire act was a joke.

 “Hey! You guys gotta see this!” One guy shouted, trying to wave down passersby to come join the growing group. What had once been a few people was now a large gathering all centered around the gazebo.

 The large group combined with her utter humiliation had created the perfect storm for a bout of stage fright for Penny. She was shaking, eyes wide in horror as her body seemingly froze up. “Wh-What do I do? They won’t take it seriously!” She thought. Her fearful trembling soon turned to anger, and with one swift motion she slammed her wand onto the ground.

 Upon hitting the floor, a bright spark erupted from the wooden stick and struck the redhead. Penny was knocked off her feet, falling right onto her rear. She could feel an overwhelming magical force swell up within her. “Ugh…”

 Several people from the crowd started walking toward the gazebo. Though they had been laughing at the show, they did seem genuinely concerned for the poor witch. “Hey kid, are you alright?” One man offered his hand out to try and help her up. It took her a moment to adjust her glasses, but she looked up at the crouching man and put her hand out as well.

 Before he could help her, Penny’s body was suddenly glowing. Everyone backed away, fearful of being in the blast zone for whatever was about to occur. A low rumbling began in her stomach. She watched in horror as her stomach seemed to rise like dough. Buttons started to pop open on her shirt, exposing the growing amount of pale flab forming on her body. Comparatively, her bust seemed to gain little, leaving the topmost buttons and the redhead’s modesty intact. Her thighs were plumping up as well, stretching those striped stockings to the point that small tears formed. She seemed to rise an inch or two up from where she sat, most likely due the weight spilling into her butt. After a minute or so, the swelling seemed to stop.

 With a bit of effort, Penny managed to pick herself back up onto her feet, sending a resounding jiggle throughout her body. The effort needed to lift an extra one or two hundred pounds was surprisingly strenuous, leaving her out of breath. She produced a small handkerchief and wiped the sweat away from her face, including her brow and newly-formed double chin. Her poor spiderweb-patterned skirt had ridden up her chunky thighs and ass, leaving her ruffled pumpkin bloomers on display for the entire crowd to see. She was completely oblivious however as she could no longer see past her gut in the first place.

 “*huff* W-Well, what did you think of my magic?” She asked, still trying to catch her breath.

 Those in the crowd who hadn’t fled at this point seemed completely puzzled. Had her magic been real this entire time, or was it an insane trick or illusion? Was she actually incompetent, or was her bumbling nature all part of the act?

 “I know, you must all be stunned into silence. I think we’ll end our little show here…” Penny waved goodbye to the crowd. “I’m just glad it can all be over now…”

 It wasn’t.

 As she waved, a sudden surge shot up her arm, coating it with several layers of fat and bursting her short, rolled up sleeve into scraps. “Ngh!” was all she could muster as she could feel the rest of her body start to splay outwards, consumed by a tidal wave of blubber. Her bulky legs quickly gave out under all the weight, leaving her to fall on her hyper padded ass.

 People started running away from the creaking wooden gazebo. It collapsed with a mighty roar, leaving the blobby witch ground level. By the time her growth had finally stopped, she was overflowing over the structure’s railings, no space left within the gazebo itself. The toothed flytrap had managed to get a ride, chomping into Penny’s butt to avoid being crushed. However, its efforts to take a bite out of her were futile due to the sheer amount of impenetrable flab.

 Penny, dazed and confused, just sort of slumped into her own flab. Her chins moved upwards, as did her bloated cheeks which now held her glasses in place due to their size. Looking out, all she could really see was the valley of belly laid out before her. She could just barely make out the remnants of her bra still clinging to her breasts, though at this point they did very little to hide anything. The redhead was afraid to find out what the rest of her must’ve looked like considering she could feel a back shelf of fat poking at the back of her head.

At her workbench, she was putting the finishing touches onto her latest creation. The brown goggles which normally rested on her head had come down to shield her eyes for safety. Despite this, her pink school uniform did little to protect her chest leaving a good amount of milky cleavage for all to see. Then again, it was no secret that Miu had a bit of a thing for pain…

 “Violà! I’m a fuckin’ genius!” She put the screwdriver down and lifted her goggles up.

 Just as she finished, another classmate of hers had entered the lab. It was none other than Kibo, the “Ultimate Robot”. Though his stern face and cold, metal exterior made him seem somewhat distant, in reality he was quite kind and would often help Miu with her experiments. That is, if the spiky haired bot wasn’t himself part of the experiment of course.

 The loud, clanking footsteps gave his entrance away. “Aha, you’re right on time.” she said, turning her neck to greet him.

 “You did say to come here at 3, after all. My programming allows me to keep track of time perfec-“

 “Yeah yeah, whatever.” Miu quickly scooped up her latest project and put it on while walking towards her guest.

 “So, what have you designed this time? Is it a new upgrade for me?” Kibo asked inquisitively. After all, he enjoyed all the modifications and features Miu had added on to him in the past, so he was eager to see what new abilities she might bestow upon him.

 “Don’t get too excited just yet, buddy. You might just cream your pants prematurely.” She smirked as if to laugh at her own joke. “Now then, lemme give you a taste of what I, the gorgeous girl genius Miu Iruma, have invented this time!”

 The busty blonde gave a tug at a cord hanging from the metallic backpack she now wore on her back. Two long, spring-like metallic arms sprouted from the pack. One of them reached out and gave the tall, pointy ahoge sitting atop Kibo’s head a flick.

 “H-Hey, be careful there.” He reached up to make sure she hadn’t caused any damage.

 “Couldn’t resist~”

 “So, what are these arms for exactly?”

 “Well, it’s simple. With an extra set of arms, I can work twice as fast! Or, I can let them do some of the work for me. I bet they’d even be better at pleasuring me than any poor bastard could.”

 “Uh...that’s one way to use them I suppose.” Kibo gave a nervous chuckle.

 “Anyways, I better get back to work. Being as big a genius as I am is busy stuff, so I could really do without you ogling me for a little while.”

 “Alright.” Kibo smiled. At this point, he was used to her verbal assaults. He knew under her tough exterior was someone with a good heart. Knowing it was best to let her be, he took his leave and went back to his dorm room.

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 The next morning, Kibo made his way into the dining hall for breakfast. He himself didn’t need to eat as a robot, but he enjoyed visiting the dining hall all the same to meet up with his fellow classmates. Upon entering, he saw a familiar set of arms waving around in the air.

 Miu was sitting down at one of the many tables. Directly in front of her was not a plate of food but some kind of small device. With the set of tools she had brought, she was openly tinkering with it non-stop. Instead, the two metallic arms sprouting from her back were cutting up a stack of fluffy, syrup-drenched pancakes and feeding Miu as she worked diligently. Her current plate was seemingly stacked on top of another, though she didn’t seem to notice as her laser focus was on the project at hand.

 “Good morning, Miu.” Kibo said, taking a seat across from the blonde at the table.

 “Mm, oh hey Kibo.” Her eyes didn’t dart away from her work for even a fraction of a second.

 “So, how’re the new arms working out for you?”

“Well, they’ve passed the basic diagnostic tests I gave them. So far today’s field test has also been a success. Then again, how could they be an invention of mine if they weren’t already operating this fuckin’ well?” She smirked, though only briefly as another forkful of pancake approached her mouth. It disappeared just as quickly as it had been put in front of her face.

 “That’s great.” The white-haired robot’s eyes lit up in excitement for a split second, literally. “I can only imagine what you’ll be able to accomplish now with such an increased output!”

 Putting her tools aside for a moment, she looked up at Kibo. “No need to start speculating, but it’s gonna be huge. And don’t worry, I’ll still be sure to give you a bit of ‘maintenance’ by hand~”

 Kibo blushed, at least as best as a robot could. “Oh…um…”

 “It’s cute to see you all flustered like this.” She giggled. “Anyways, I’ve got some important work to get done here…” Another plate of pancakes seemed to appear in front of her, courtesy of the arms. Kibo was pretty sure this wasn’t what Miu had been referring to, but he decided not to push the issue.

 “Alright then, see you around.”

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 As time went on, one thing became clear to Kibo. Miu wasn’t completing projects any quicker than she had been before building those arms. In fact, it seemed as though her creative process had slowed ever so slightly. Then again, he couldn’t be entirely sure as she had been keeping her lab closed off from visitors. The fact that she hadn’t presented anything in a few weeks had been concerning, so he decided to try visiting on his own terms.

 “H-Hello?” Giving it a turn, the door appeared to be unlocked after all. Slowly, he opened it and peered into the dimly lit lab using his robotic sight. Even with his scanning capabilities it took him a few moments to properly find and identify his fellow classmate.

 Miu’s appearance had drastically changed ever since she finished that fateful project. Her once slender-yet-curvy figure seemed to be a thing of the past. The pink school uniform clung heavily to her figure, leaving each and every curve of her belly outlined. The matching skirt had ridden up her chunky butt and exposed the bottom of her cheeks along with a hint of her lacy black panties. Her fat legs seemed to erupt out of her boots, and the leather straps wrapped around them constricted to make pudge ooze between the gaps. Last but not least, her top was seemingly holding on for dear life trying to contain her bloated breasts which were overflowing their confines.

 “Ever heard of privacy there?” Miu snapped at him. “A girl deserves some, ya know. Or were you trying to catch a peak at me in a more compromising situation~?”

 “Er…no…nothing like that.”

 “Good.” Every step she took towards the robot seemed to send a ripple throughout her entirety. 300+ pounds of flab having a chain reaction, jiggling without end. As she drew closer, Kibo could see the metal arms still clutching onto a bag of chips, one holding the bag and the other each chip. “You’re just in time to see what I’ve been working on.”

 The blonde motioned towards a large object sitting behind her. It was a semi-circular chair made of a white material. The entirety of the seat appeared to be cushioned for extra comfort. A widescreen monitor was mounted and hung in front of the chair via an overhanging pole which sprouted from the back. A pair of arm rests, one on each side, rounded out the package.

 “Well, what do you think?”

 “Hm…what exactly is the purpose of this chair?” Kibo began to examine it, taking particular interest in the monitor.

 “It’s an all-purpose chair that’ll let you do just about anything without having to get up. Well, if you know how to treat it just right of course~”

 “How so?”

 “Lemme show you.” Miu sat herself down in the reclined chair. From here, she was able to tap away at the monitor’s touch screen. A familiar-looking pair of arms shot out of the sides and quickly stretched their way over to a fridge on the other side of the lab. They returned with a large slab of cake which the blonde happily snatched from their cold grip.

 “See, piesh of cake, mmph~” She boasted, despite the mouthful she was chewing.

 “Wow, that’s incredible.”

 “I know I know, I am a genius after all~” A triumphant laugh followed. “It’s got wireless capabilities to interface with other devices and the internet, the ability to track down and retrieve nearby items, and it even has a massage function.” A few more strokes and Kibo watched as her body rhythmically seemed to move in a wave as the chair vibrated in place.

 “I’m sure the others are going to love when you show this thing off.” Kibo said, trying his best to be supportive of his friend’s big project.

“I sure hope so. It’s been so long, I’ve kinda forgotten how nice it felt to see others, hehe…” She seemed a tad nervous overall. “Hey, you interested in a little…’maintenance’ there?”

“Oh, uh…I suppose I could use a bit of a tune up…”

 Without warning, Miu leapt from the chair with such speed that left the white-haired boy stunned. Before he could react, her bulk had already pressed itself up against his body, pushing him back up against a work table. There was something about the sensation of her tits and belly pressing up against his chassis that felt strangely pleasing to him. His face had become beat red within seconds and his ahoge has straightened into a tall point.

 “You’re so damn cold. You seem like you could use the warm touch of a woman~”

 “I-I mean, you’re certainly touching me. A lot of your body is. It’s kind of heavy…”

 “Try to keep it up and don’t go soft on me just yet~”

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 The entire student body had been invited into the dark gymnasium. It had been ages since Miu last showed off any sort of invention, so a hint of curiosity filled the air. A large stage had been erected towards the back of the room with a long red curtain concealing the blonde’s latest project from peeping eyes.

 A brief wave of feedback bellowed from the loudspeaker system. “Attention everyone!” Spotlights popped on and beamed onto the curtain below. “Prepare to feast your eyes on the latest, greatest invention from yours truly, the gorgeous girl genius, Miu Iruma!”

 On cue, Kibo pulled back the curtains and revealed the all-in-one chair along with it’s pudgy creator. The main reaction from the crowd seemed to be confusion, both at the chair itself and Miu’s mysterious transformation. Hushed whispers spread amongst the students before anyone dared speak up to the presenter herself.

 “So…what exactly does it do?” Asked a boy in a black baseball cap. It was Shuichi Saihara, the Ultimate Detective, and yet even he seemed stumped by the chair at first glance.

“I’ll just give it a little demonstration here.” Miu hopped into the seat once more and lightly tapped on the screen. The chair whirred to life and the twin arms reached out into the crowd to pluck Shuichi’s hat right off his head. His hidden ahoge sprung up as Miu retrieved her prize. “It’s a chair that’ll do all the hard work for you, so you can relax! Think of it like a personal maid who’ll do whatever you ask, even give you a handjob. Is your ‘service’ anything like that, Kirumi?”

 The Ultimate Maid just sort of turned away from the stage. Her hair already hid her one eye, but it seemed like she was embarrassed and trying to hide even further after Miu’s lewd comment. However, a shorter boy with long, purple hair decided to use this opportunity to chime in.

 “Sounds like the perfect invention for a lazy fatty like you~”

 The blonde suddenly froze on stage. Her eyes moved towards the source of the sound, and it was exactly who she expected. Kokichi Oma, a troublemaker in a checker-patterned scarf, was behind the verbal assault.

 “F-Fat?” Miu let out a groan, now sounding nervous. “W-Well, I can’t help it if you can’t enjoy a full-figured woman like myself. Maybe that’ll change once your balls drop~”

 “’Full-figured’ my ass. You’re more like a cow than a woman, especially with udders like those.”

 “…!” She had completely blanked out. When put in a corner, her personality when from boisterous and commanding to weak and submissive in a heartbeat. Instead of confronting him any further, she decided to take her ball and go. “A-Alright, show’s over everyone. C’mon Kibo, let’s get out of here…”

 As the majority of the students filed out of the room, Kibo couldn’t help but feel bad for Miu. He could see the disappointment she was carrying, her posture slumped over and her eyes on the verge of tears. However, a small ray of sunshine seemed to part the clouds towards something brighter…

 “Um, hey Miu.” The blonde turned to see a pair of girls standing just below the stage. The redhead was Himiko Yumeno, the Ultimate Mage, wearing her typical witch-inspired outfit. To her left was the bespectacled Tsumugi Shirogane, the Ultimate Cosplayer.

“Did you come to laugh at my chair too?”

“No, actually…” Tsumugi squeaked.

 “No no, go ahead. I’m ready to abort this thing.” Her passionate fervor had seemingly left her. To her, the chair was now one of her many failed experiments she would sell off, no longer concerned with its future.

 “Hey~” The small-but-loud Himiko cried out, “we want chairs too!”

 “W-Wait, really?”

 “Well, yeah. They seem like they could be really convenient.” Tsumugi smiled. “I could just picture myself sitting down and having it help me whip up my cosplays.”

 “It looks super comfy~” The mage’s face lit up. “I bet I could replenish a lot of MP by resting in it…”

 All the grief seemed to disappear from Miu’s face instantaneously. “Kibo, we got some work to do…”

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 “Kiiiiboooo, a little help over here~”

 Months had passed the big reveal of the all-in-one chair. As her pride in the chair increased, Miu’s laziness also sharply increased. She relied more and more on the technologically advanced seat to do even the most mundane of tasks. Even the basic act of walking was a thing of the past once the range on the chair’s metallic arms had been increased significantly. This, in turn, had quite the side effect on her figure…

 Kibo had quickly grown accustomed to his new role as Miu’s personal assistant. While it hadn’t been uncommon for him to help out in the past, he was now around every single day as Miu became less able to do things without her chair. Maintenance was always going to be a thing, so who better to hire than her best friend? Plus, he enjoyed the “reward” that came with helping her out.

 “Kiiiiiboooooo!”

 “I’m coming.” The robot quickened his pace, dashing over to the massive blonde. Unable to stop himself, he collided with her doughy gut, planting his face directly into her plush softness as the rest of him hit the ground.

 “My my, we can do that later, ok~?”

 “I-I’m sorry.” He removed his bright red face from her stomach. She was quite a sight, especially at this angle. Her mammoth gut eclipsed nearly everything else about her, which really put her gain into perspective. It was threatening to touch the floor as it hung over the front of the seat. Such a gut was enough to pin her in to the chair, leaving her unable to lift herself out of it.

 “I just need a little help here. The chair’s arms are acting up a bit.” Using all her strength, she lifted her bloated left arm to motion towards the mechanical appendages seemingly stuck in midair. She could only keep her arm up for a moment, so it quickly crashed back down onto her armrest. Luckily, the armrest survived the impact. Had it not, it may have come crashing down onto her left breast which was now big enough to start spilling over the side of her gut. It had taken the combined efforts of Kirumi and Tsumugi to sew together a lacy black bra to keep the blonde decent, though an ample amount of titflesh was still overflowing the cups. Thankfully a matching pair of panties wasn’t quite as necessary with her gut doing the work for it.

 Kibo went to each side of the chair, grabbing the arms and pulling them down. Like magic, they seemed to spring back to life, wiggling around. Without missing a beat, they quickly remembered their original task, zooming over to the fridge to grab a large bowl of pudding. One held the bowl while the other spoon-fed Miu at a lightning pace. She greedily gobbled up the sweet treat, leaving chocolate dribbling down her chins without care. A third arm sprung out from the chair, wiping her fat face down with a napkin to remove the residue.

 “Thanksch puddin’~” She said, her mouth still full. Her arm, still just barely able to move, managed to wrap around Kibo, pulling the robot into a warm embrace. He found himself nuzzled right up against her side, his head sliding beneath her breast. His last blush looked merely pink compared to how red his face became.

 “I-It was nothing…”