I was going to say "What if we Hex Maniac-ified Homura?" but... Madoka taking some key notes from Helena's schtick could be fun~♡
Especially the reactions from the previously mentioned time looping magical girl fairy-type trainer about this stark change in Kaname's demeanor!!
Twitch, twitch. Homura felt her eye spasm with annoyance. For once, after countless jumps and resets, Homura could say she was the normal one... Though that spoke volumes about the quality of the timeline she found herself in. The world, while mostly the same on the surface, was inhabited by odd colorful animals that almost looked like bastardized, mutated Incubators. The inconspicuous, devilish grin on their faces irked her to no end, but judging by the fact people kept them as pets, hunting them down like she used to would end up with her getting some serious prison time. Thus, gritting teeth, Homura had to endure the presence of colorful kyuubeys for the duration of this jump, mocking her fate with their stupid faces. Not only that, but they were an important part of the culture - from what she could gather, people would routinely 'catch' them using 'Kyuuballs' and then use to... fight? She was not super big on sports in the first place, but that sounded even more bizarre.
...Whatever. There was a more serious matter that concerned the reason she rewound time again.
Mhnhuuffhhllp... Homurrphha...
Shaking her head, Akemi snapped out of the dizzy spell. The behemoth that sat just beside her, her flabby side pressing into Homura's, shifted her posture, bumping into the lost girl. It was Madoka Kaname, or what had become of her in this god-forsaken universe. Gone was the usual petite and cute college student; the woman that sat at the table was a hulking mountain of lard, clad in a gothic dress. Her usual clothes, pastel in tones by nature, replaced by a dark purple color scheme. Pretty pink haircut replaced by long and unkempt mop of long, voluminous hair, flowing down to her waist. The biggest difference, however, was the absolute girth that Madoka presented - she was by far the biggest person she'd ever seen, even with all the time shifts the magical girl experienced. Even if Akemi knew she would love Madoka no matter what, the way her obesity changed her looked... rather uncomfortable even for someone so desensitized and desperate.
Yes, Madoka-- Homura needed to get a grip. She told herself that deep inside, somewhere under the several feet of lard there was the girl that deserved to be saved.
The bigger girl was busy devouring her lunch. The meals of this universe were far more overprocessed than what Akemi was used to, and far more addictive it seemed - the sweet girl that stole her heart did not think twice before licking her fingers clean, making sure to get every single crumb inside her gullet.
Are you... hhhghonna finish that?..~ A pudgy hand fanned her face which grinned with a self-pleased. She pointed at the uneaten sandwich in front of the stone-faced mess of a girl. The way she spoke grossed Homura out big time; it was so ragged and quiet and strained, and she couldn't be sure if it was because of how breathy her speech had gotten, or if it was purely a stylistic choice. It almost like she had assumed this persona of a mysterious and creepy girl, and it had swallowed her whole. If you stare too long into the abyss...
Homura replied with a head shake, and pushed the plate towards the 'friend'.
Thank you... I really need it. Also... She spoke with her mouth full, even quieter and more unintelligible, giving zero fucks to Homura even being there, as if just talking to herself. I've been feeling like... Changing my name recently... I was thinking... huff... H-Helena... What do you... hahhh... think...? Despite asking her a question, there was no way in the world she was listening for the reply. Her gaze was empty and glossy, staring into the distance. Her entire being was busy digesting her food, storing all the fat, and trying to keep functioning.
That last sentence cemented Homura's resolution to start over. She definitely was not Madoka, not the one she knew anyway. She grabbed her shield and turned the dial. Eyes closed, she allowed the flow of time embrace her and return back to square 1 once again. Only that time, nothing changed. She opened her eyes, and the immense 'trainer' sat in front of her still, munching on the burger she had just taken from the ravenette. The porker finally blessed her with the stare from the piggish, squinted eyes.
Leaving so... soonh?..~ Heh...~ She patted her tight stomach, forcing out a deep guttural belch. Stay with me for just a little while longer, would... unnhhgh... would you...~ Sliding to the side, her fat began to pool on top of Homura's smaller body. It felt so warm to the touch, and it almost... erotic? Yes, Helen- Madoka was definitely coming onto her. No matter what was this elephantine maniac deal, her powers, which Homura was not sure were from the realm of magical girls, interfered with her own powers.
So, until that hungry and perverted beast let her go, Homura Akemi was stuck in a personal hell of her own.
Ghhahh.. It hurts so ghood~ Once her umpteenth meal was finished, she sat back in the triple-wide chair. The would-be magical girl licked her lips, a moan-laced exhale dotting her commentary as she placed a hammy hand on her own chest. It pulsated in light spasms, every single one squeezing an euphoric groan out of her. Her eyes rolled, completely lost in the ecstasy of degenerate pleasure.
