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Somewhere in the middle of Tokyo Bay lay the island of Honnō City. Atop the spiralling mountain of concrete stood a building that towered over all in its gradience named the Honnouji Academy, the school of Honno City which it is no ordinary school.

On the top floor of this facility a meeting was being held by the five greatest people who attended the military like school. And of course this meeting was about the transfer of the throne on their sides. Though right now one was more concerned with laughing a great amount while another sneered at the taunting.

"Shut up Jakuzure! You haven't been any more successful than me!" shouted the Alethic Committee Chairman, Uzu Sanageyama.

"Well what else would I do when a stupid monkey fails for the hundredth time to beat one perthitic punk?” Nonon Jakuzure, the Non-Athletic Committee Chairwoman, asked furiously as she got up from the chair quickly.

"You shut up! If my Regalia Mk.II hadn't been rushed, I would have smited Matoi there and then. Unlike you who couldn't even deal with a messily outsider," The green themed swordsmen argued back to the pink petit lady.

"Well I didn't need to beat her, I only drew her out enough for us to get a good look at what she was packing. Unlike you, I know what is expected of me from Lady Satsuki," the little musician roars back to him.

"Be that as it may, the fact Sanageyama is correct that your attempts in dealing with Ryūko Matoi have had better success. Claiming superiority is undeserved,” Disciplinary Committee Chairmen Mr. Ira Gamagōri spoke.

"Huh!? What did you say!? I don't recall either you or glasses doing anything about her so where do you get off from talking to me about this!?” Nonon countered. The last member of the elite four did not look away from his screens as he spoke up next.

"Unlike you, I am in charge of the Strategy Committee. My job is to make big plans that are far above your little brain's ability to comprehend," the Strategy Committee Chairmen Hōka Inumuta said while looking at his desktop searching and collecting data he had found around the whole campus.

"And my Disciplinary Committee must deal with the rule breakers so the task of dealing with Matoi falls to you two. Seeking blame on us is pointless." Gamagōri boldly declared to all of the elite four members.

"Why you unbelievable over-sized toad, why I oughta..."

"Enough!" A sharp and commanding voice silenced all over sounds. At once the four three-star students kneeled on to the floor before the staircase where their leader rightfully parade above even them. It was the Student Council President of the Honnouji Academy, Satsuki Kiryūin.

"This arguing is pointless and boring Nonon," At her name being called the pink haired girl rose her head enough for her leader to come into view.

"Are you capable of taking care of the transfer student?" asked the long dark-haired woman. Cold sweat tinkled down her face. She knew what responses she could give and which one was the only one she could say.

"Y-yes Lady Satsuki. I can and will deal with her. I swear on my honour as one of your student council members," Satsuki's gaze remained focused on the short girl before finally closing in on them.

"Very well then. I shall await news of your success then. For now I will call this meeting to conclude," She said as she walked into the shadows, her butler following ever diligently. No one dared to move for half a minute before Nonon rose and made way to the council room doors.

"And where are you going, Jakuzure?" Ira demanded.

"To prepare. Unlike you slackers, when I'm given a task I will make sure it succeeds," She calls back before walking out.

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Walking down the corridors Nonon’s silent rage was steadily boiling inside. Not pausing for anything she made way for her band club room. Storming through, her band members quickly rushed to the private office doors to let their fuming leader in. With the door closed and her privacy enabled, she made her way to her plush couch. Standing before it, she raised her arms and then... slammed her head into the soft seat before letting off a muffled scream of frustration. Having let the tension out she turned her head enough to hear her own voice.

"Uhh, I can't believe I let my ego go so out of control before Lady Satsuki. Now I have to make sure I deal with that red punk," Flipping around she stared at the pink ceiling above. "But how will I do it? Most of my clubs have already tried to take her on and she just cuts them down. I could engage her myself but if I do that then the others will look down on me for my clubs not being able to do it. But who could take care of her?" As if answering her a sharp buzz sounded from her desk. Now that she was distracted, Nonon's distress turned back to a mild rage that she was waiting to unleash on the poor sap who was buzzing her.

"What is it!?"

"Lady Jakuzure, the leader of the cooking club is here. He wishes to see you," one of the band members answered.

“Oh, he wants to jump into the jaws of death. Perfect,” the snake girl thought.

"Send him in," She calls. Seconds later the doors are open and some guy walks in. His two-star uniform was white with chequered trousers.

"Madam Jakuzure, thank you for taking the time to..."

"Just shut up and tell me why you're bothering me." She growled.

The club leader was coughing to clear his throat. "Right, it's about your situation with the transfer student."

"Hmm, how did you know about that?" She asked her glare increasing on the student.

"Oh, the soccer team was talking about it. Saying something about how you're totally going to mess this up." The cooking club leader answered.

“That basted monkey couldn't keep his lips shut,” Nonon gritted her teeth. "Just great." She said, sinking into her seat. Now lower she spotted a large box in nobody's hands. "What's with the box?"

"Oh yes, these are for you Lady Jakuzure. Please enjoy." He said, presenting her the box.

Taking a second to be indifferent before taking the lid off the box before her. Inside were two dozen cupcakes, each one covered in pink icing with a white skull also designed on top of them. Raising an eyebrow at the clearly targeted design Nonon plucks one out, its cake form highly squishy yet just firm enough to hold without issue. Not that she cared. Bringing it to her mouth she took a bite from the pink top. A few seconds she was chewing the cupcake before suddenly she froze. At that moment the flavour had reached her tongue. She felt that she was falling before landing on top of the confection she had just sampled and soon after she was happily sinking into the treat. Coming back to her senses she immediately bite the rest of the cupcake taking powerful but quick chews before tossing the base in as well. Finishing that one she snatched another, quickly consumed it before repeating. At one point she had grabbed two cupcakes and had stuffed one whole into her mouth before stuffing the other into the opposite check. Her face swelled to comical size as she struggled to chew the vast quantity of cupcakes.

"Enjoying them Lady Jakuzure?" Nonon paused, finally remembering the guy who had delivered these pieces of heaven to her. Somehow swallowing all she addressed him.

"HM-hmm, yeah, what was it you were here for again?" She asked as she took another bun and started to tear into it.

"Well like I said, me and the cooking club have heard about the non-athletic clubs needing to take down that Ryūko girl so I came to volunteer at my club to do it." He stated proudly.

"That's all?! hmm… *gulp* What can your club do? You look too chomp scrawny to put up much of a fight." Nonon said as she casually ate three buns within 10 seconds.

"Yes in a straight fight we would not stand much of a chance so we plan on dealing with her in... other ways." He drew out menacingly. The pink harried girl just stared as she chewed. "Many of the other clubs believe they must use force to deal with her, which clearly is not good. So if we force her to fight the way we choses we can destroy her!"

"And how will you get her to fight your way?" Nonon asked, taking another two cupcakes, squishing them base to base then began to bite into the mushed up dough and frosting.

"Ryūko may be too much for us, but her friend will be easy pickings for us to get her like the food we serve is her bait."

"I see." Nonon said as she reached for another cupcake only to come up short as the large box was now empty. "Well if you have a plan then you can take care of things then," She said as she began to irrationally search the box for any trace of the treats she had just eaten. A cough drew her up to see the club leader with three more boxes waiting for her. Snatching them off him she ripped the first one open and began stuffing herself. "And bring more of these because like, they're sooo good!" She cried.

"As you command my lady." He said with a bow. But as he rose an evil glint in his eye focused on the short girl, or rather how her size prefect dress was now starting to pinch around her middle and hips. He turned to leave smirking as all the band members were also enjoying their baked treats. "Soon, this whole school will be mine.," he had an evil giggle wit him all along.

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Lunch time had arrived at the fortress-like academy. In a shaded area, a girl in a black and red sailor like outfit looked around impatiently.

"Where the heck is Mako?" The girl, Ryūko Matoi asked seemingly to no one as her head glanced from direction to direction. Yet she could hear a voice no one else could.

"She is normally very prompt when she wishes to meet up with you. Practically for lunch." Her, I kid you not, uniform replied, the strange eye design on her breast shifting up to look at its wearer.

"Right. This is not normal Senketsu. I'm getting worried."

"I can tell. Your blood is flowing faster than normal. You should watch your blood pressure," Senketsu warned.

"Would you cut it out with those health warnings!?" Then a cough caught her attention, the creepy boy in a white suit taking her by surprise.

"Pardon me transfer student. I didn't mean to interrupt your… imaginary conversation," He sneered with amusement.

"Uuuhh. Couldn't you have waited till lunch was over before coming to me," Ryūko sighed as she reached for the trigger in her wrist bracelet.

"Ah, please stop there my fair lady. Who knows what would happen to, say, a rather high spirited girl with plenty of energy and an appetite to match." He chuckled. Ryūko gasped as she quickly caught on to his words.

"Mako! What have you done with her!?" She asked wanting to tear into this swine ass but restrained herself. For now.

"Oh do not fret. Mako Mankanshoku is a valued guest of the cooking club right now. I assure you we will treat her with the utmost respect any proud server would treat their customer. Though for how long we can afford to keep this treatment up depends on you, transfer student. Please, follow me," He said as he walked off without even waiting for a reply. Ryūko growled, her rage bubbling under her skin.

"That swine chief better have not done anything to her."

"Calm down Ryūko. Until we learn just what he is up to, you must keep a level head," Scuffing but agreeing, Ryūko made her way to follow the guy.

After moving inside, the two passed through many uniform doors. Ryūko glared at the back of the nameless student who smugly led his foe along. At long last they came to a stop outside a door.

"Please, come in," The chief bowed. Internally scoffing Ryūko entered. The room was fancily decorated, like a super posh restaurant. But more importantly there was no sign of Mako.

"Okay, I really don't like to be messed around with. Where the heck is Mako?" She demanded of her host.

"Do you think we would let you know her exact location and ruin our little game so soon?" He chuckled.

"Please, take your seat and you will be able to see your friend," He gestured to the comically large seat.

Not taking her eyes off of this food freak she made her way to sitting down. The club leader coughed to catch her attention. With a remote he had accrued from somewhere he pressed a button and the fancy grand painting on the opposite side of the room changed to a field of static before the image cleared to a female student tied down to her seat.

"Mako! Are you okay?" Ryūko shouted in surprise at seeing her friend. Having only just noticed what was in front of her, Mako's face shot up in excitement.

"Ryūko! This is terrible!"

"What are they doing!?" Ryūko asked, worried.

"They're… they're… they're leaving all this food in front of meeeeeee!" Mako cried. Ryūko just stared confused. "All this tasty food is before me and I can't reach any of it! I'm a growing girl, but more importantly a growing girl who loves to eat as much food as she can and to leave a feast from the gods before me unable to reach is nothing but sheer tor..." Mako’s mouth kept flapping on but no sound came from the screen as indicated by the crossed out speaker on the TV.

"Sorry but she is getting a little too loud for my tastes," The chief groaned, clearing out an ear.

"So just what are you whackos planning?" Ryūko demanded furiously.

"Ah, right. Let's move on to business," The man said as he pressed another button.

Mako’s restraints were released and after a few glances to her free wrists, she then looked straight forward before diving. All that could be seen was bits of food flying of from off-screen. At the same time, the floor before Ryūko opened up and a table paired with a large variety of food rose up.

"It's quite simple. Just finish this monster of a meal me and my best underlings have whipped up and you two shall be let go."

"Wait seriously? Why would I bother with that?" She was confused at the audacity of this trap.

"Well your friend's location is still unknown to you, and if you don't comply with this simple challenge, well you could help out with some more... exotically extreme dishes," His voice and grin morphed more maniacally.

Ryūko glared but knew there was nothing else she could do. Reaching forward she picked up a spoon before dragging a large bowl of thick soup before digging in.

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From another room Nonon watched the promised demise of Ryūko through a concealed camera. Though admittedly she was more focused on the large slices of cake within her tubby arms reach.

"You guys sure this will deal with her?" The pink haired girl asked as her large cheek squashed into her palm as she laid on her side.

"Yes my lady. Our dishes will leave the transfer powerless before Lady Satsuki. Would you like some milkshakes?" He offered her a straw. Nonon greedily sucked up the fat-heavy confection while subconsciously rubbing her doughy tummy. Then she felt the hands massaging her vast hips and lower body, digging it deeper into the delicate flesh.

"Hey, watch where you’re pressing!" She shouted to the cooking guy giving her a massage.

He bowed apologetically before the girl returned to the screen in front of her, munching on her frosted cake. The two goons' faces morphed into grins as they observed the short girl's dress actively grow tighter around her waist and her arm was pushed up by the swelling of her hip. Yet Nonon never even noticed her changing weight, only focusing on taking more sips from her provided drink.

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Ryūko had to admit, this grub was fantastic. The soup was rich and bursting with many flavours, a heavy cheese taste supporting the various flavours. The breads were also great, the crust thoroughly baked to a crispy pinnacle, and the bread was fluffy yet firm, a perfect balanced contrast. Even the side salad tasted heavenly, the dressing bringing new layers to the simple taste of the veg.

"Ryūko."

Why was she so worried about this guy's challenge? It was both easy and enjoyable.

"Ryūko!"

Maybe the rest of it would be even better if all this stuff were the starter...

"RYŪKO!" Senketsu shouted, which finally caught Ryūkos attention.

"What? I'm in the middle of something here." She asked her uniform.

"Yes, I am quite aware, Ryūko. But it is you who must be more aware of what is happening to you." Senketsu pointed out. Just as Ryūko was going to ask what the heck he was talking about, she finally noticed that her lap was harder to see.

"What the heck happened to me!?" The black-haired girl screamed. Indeed, her belly had bloated up into a small poach that rested on her lap. To either side, she saw that her legs had plumped up into sausage tubes with quite a lot of extra flesh hanging off her thighs. Then their was her breasts. Senketsu was keeping a good grip on them, but given the extra cleavage and the fact she had to peer over them to see her belly, they had clearly gone up a few sizes.

"You have been steadily gaining weight as you have been feasting. In total, you have gained an increase of mass by..."

"Not now Senketsu!" Ryūko cut her outfit off before he revealed just how much fatter she had gotten.

"Oh, you've noticed already? How strange." A forgotten voice said before metal clasps shout out of Ryūkos seats arms pinning her own down. A few tugs confirmed she was not going anywhere. The head chief came into view, the smugness upon his face revealed to all.

"No matter. You'll find it quite too late to do anything about things now."

"Bastard, just what are you doing!?" Ryūko asked angrily, still trying to break free of her restraints.

"Hmhmhmhm, well, to quote our leader, we are pigs in human clothing. Me and my like minded fellows are just making it a bit more literal for the faire sex." He boosted, walking around before poking Ryūko's engorged middle.

"What, you freaks get a kick out of fattening women up or something?"

"Well, we would not put it so crudely as that, but I will not bother correcting your assumptions." He said as he moved to in front of the table.

"Yes, the entity of the cooking club is made up of those who call ourselves fat admirers! And soon our time to take over Honnouji Academy and blossom all girls upon these grounds will take hold!" He screamed, adding an evil laugh at the end. After a minute or so of this, he spoke again. "Thanks to you, I had a chance to get close to that bossy bitch Jakuzure and dig our claws into her already expanding form. Then we will meet with the supreme Satsuki, do the same with her, and by then all authority in this place shall be ours to do whatever we please."

"Even if this insane idea of yours worked, what about all the guys?" Ryūko asked, hoping to throw him off or something.

"Well, many of us are not prudish to refrain from giving the males some treats to plump them up as well. My focus is just on the ladies. Oh, to get one up to bed size, to be fully enveloped in her soft, fluffy tum alone, ah, truly a dream to behold." He decreed. Ryūko just felt more and more sick listening to this madman.

"Your sick. I will stop you!" Ryūko declared. The chief just turned a manic eye to her.

"Oh yes, you've done such a good job. Why look at your friend already?" He said before turning the TV's screen back to Mako.

Ryūko paled at how much bigger she was. The girl's head was truly round, her arms had puffed up to comical size, her breasts matched Ryūkos own bloated boobs and her stomach was so big it was resting on the table, like the flab was trying to eat it with the rest of the food. And she is shovelling all the food being pushed to her down her gullet. Ryūko could swear her stomach was creeping more forward despite not budging from her seat.

"Mako," Ryūko whispered in fear at what had become of her best friend. That fear turned to blind fury as she raged against her restraints.

"Bastard! Monster! I will kill! You and every freak of this club."

"My, so feisty. We will see how long that will last." The club leader said before the two stars on his colour began to shine. After a large flash, his attire was now different. Now in what could only be described as a box mecha, he grinned from his cockpit as many arms emerged from the different panels on his robot and grabbed various foods from around the table. "Let's resume your meal, hmm?"

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Nonon balked at hearing the psychos' mad plans. If this nutcase was going to threaten Lady Satsuki, then she must act now. Yet when she moved to get up, she found herself unable to.

"What's going on? Why do I feel so heavy? And tried? Nonon asked. A chuckle to her side made her look, failing to note her cheek pressing up on... something.

"Well, Lady Jakuzure, you see our food does have the effect of making those who eat it lethargic. You no longer have the energy. Then again, you've been a special gusset of ours for quite some time. You're not a lightweight anymore. " They laughed as they walked behind her, slapping her rear as they passed. Not only did this infuriate Nonon but also alerted her to just how much she could feel jiggling back there.

"Here, some special angles for you." They said as they wheeled a screen while pointing a camera at her.

Nonon could tell it was her from her pink hair, but the mound that it was attached to was alien. The camera zoomed in on her face, showing just how much of it hung off her head. Her fist-sized chins had merged with her chin flab and now cushioned her head on top of her body. Her arms were massive slabs of fat squishing down over her body. Her lower arms were much smaller but still thicker than a man's leg. She tried to lift her arm and saw that it lifted an inch up, but nowhere near enough to not be still touching her body. And the upper arms had no chance of ever rising again. Moving forward showed that her chest had bailey grown. Her breasts filled her dress, now turned bra, but not by a lot, her arms being bigger than her flabby chest.

Panning out her global gut came into view. Having long escaped her dress, the giant mound was completely bare for all to see. In her sitting position, it spilled over her knees. At the edge was her stomach sat top of her legs, massive yet compressed despite how much she had consumed, while the rest of her belly hung from it much like her chin did. At its centre, her bellybutton pocked in, leaving how deep the hole was a mystery. The tormenting club members then moved around her to film her side and back. Being short meant most of the gained weight had made her expand in all directions. Her side was twice what it once was, and her love handles piled into two rolls on either side of her. Her feeble kicks sent a wave, making the flesh blob bob up and down, much to the enjoyment of her captors.

Lower down showed where most of her fat had gone. Even with her lover's hands covering most of her hips, they still stuck out like really sore thumbs. Lower down her thighs were massive, easily three times as big as her torso once was. Her lower legs were about three-quarters of their upper counterparts, leaving her with very tubby legs. But at the back, her butt was the part that had taken the most of the consumed cake. On the lounging coach, Nonon had been resting on her rear stretched out far enough to fall off the back, allowing the goons to show off just how much meat each cheek had. Her rear end fell to more then half way down to the floor and the part that was on the seat rose to meet her shoulder blades like proper cushions. Speaking of her back, even that showed more cleavage than her front did, given how much it sagged. Nonon twisted her head around as much as possible and was embarrassed to see that she could see her butt from that limited angle.

"Just you guys wait, I'll show you what the personal club of an elite four is made of. Girls attack!" Nonon shouted, yet nothing happened." Girls, what are you doing!? I said attack." The cooking club just laughed at the mega tubby.

"Oh, do you mean these girls?" One of them asked as he opened the door to the main clubroom. Nonon's face dropped as she saw every member of her marching band was now bona fide fatties, not as fat as she had become, but given that each of them was devouring their own personal cakes, they were trying. Every one of them was uniformly round and even worst all had bigger boobs than she did!

"This... can't be happening," Nonon said as her hope drained away. Then her terror shot up when a blender began buzzing. Looking back at the two her eyes widen as the two feed cake and milkshake into the whirling blades before they go into some kind of pumping machine. One of the goons, holding the pipe that led from this contraption, grabbed her mouth before sticking it in.

"Sorry, love. But we have bigger plans for you. MUCH bigger." He said before laughing as the super goo snaked its way down the pipe straight into Nonons mouth. At first, her fist-sized checks blew up from the pressure, but moments later, they, along with the rest of her, began swelling to greater sizes.

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Ryūko hadn't given up yet, but right now she was completely at this psycho's mercy. And he had not been showing any. Dish after dish was forced into her by his uniform, and for every plate emptied, her BMI rose rapidly. Even now, as she pulled her arms in vain, she could feel new packs of flab shake and bounce into her larger breasts. More of her behind felt the velvet fabric of her seat as more grew to not be covered by her skirt, and her straps cut into more belly. She was getting fat fast, and there was nothing she could do about it. If only she could activate her kamui but with her hands tied down, she could not reach her pin.

"Oh, poor transfer student. Helpless before my tactical genius. What good is all that power if you can't even use it!" The leader gloated as more mash potato was stuffed down her throat. Ryūko rage boiled up some more as she bit her lip... wait, that was it. There was a way to get her blood onto Senketsu. As soon as the guy finished his current plate and reached for another, she opened her mouth wide and chomped down on her lip. It stung like crazy, but even now the taste of iron was all so sweet compared to the junk she was eating.

"Hey, stop that. There's no need to hurt yourself just because you've lost. Now open up and eat some more." Ryūko smirked as she swished what blood she could suck out, then spat to her side. Thankfully, her boobs really seemed to surge with her weight, so Senketsu was easily hit.

"This taste, this feeling!" Senketsu's eye opened up as the blood covered him. Before the head chief could respond, her form seemed to swell up before in some dimensional explosion, and everything was pushed away. In this colourful void, Ryūko's bare form shone as a wave of black and red crashed behind her before Senketsu rose and chomped the larger girl, but then his form began to pull tight as he fitted around her. Emerging with her minimalist outfit, Ryūko declared her power.

"Life Fiber Synchronise: Kamui Senketsu!" And with that Ryūkos transformation was complete. Even if she was still shackled, the sheer power she radiated was overwhelming to the much lesser shmuck before her.

"What!? How did you do that!? It's not possible!" He cried as Ryūko ripped the seat's arms off the frame before moving to squeeze the broken wood of the restraints before unwedging them from her wrists. Now free, she looked over the damage his torture had done to her.

Her stomach had seen the most; it spilled out of her suspenders and hung down below her crotch. It had not split, leaving it a single mound of flab that was crunched up. Her legs were the size of pillars, massive mounds of thigh left bare to the elements. Her thighs touched all the way to her knees, even with her stockings covering her legs. Her butt was on full display, but this was typical for her outfit, so this was of little concern for her anymore, even if it was three times its former size.

High up, Senketsu held tight to her boobs, which, to give the living fabric credit, was quite the stretch to do. Each tit was bigger then Ryūkos head and, in her current look, were compressed into nearly spherical shapes. The cleavage spilled down her middle and rested on top of her relatively small gut. Her arms were very chunky, with the upper sections cushioning the lower sections, the excess flab pooling into her armpits. Her lower arms were also chunky and, within her glove sleeves, looked like overstuffed sausages. At the top of it all, her head had swollen quite a bit. Her checks encroached on her eyes, softening her glare a bit. Yet even with golf ball-sized checks, her frown remained as firm as always. Lower down her neck rang along her jaw line in a smooth poach of flab with only her original chin to leave markings on it.

Even as he began to sweat buckets of fear, he gritted his teeth. "No matter. even if your outfit has transformed, you're still drugged up from my food!" The various arms then began to morph into many dangerous kitchen tools. A craving buzz saw, a handheld flamethrower, a metal spiked mallet, an automatic rolling blade, and pointed whisks that spun faster than the speed of sound.

"I will not lose here. Not when my fatty dream is so close to reality!" He screamed as his suit's legs transformed into treads, and he charged straight at Ryūko.

"He is one sick freak," Ryūko muttered as she drew her half-scissor blade behind her.

"Ah. Let us finish this with one swing." Senketsu suggested, which Ryūko fully heartily agreed with. Wielding her sword behind her, she parted before another section folded out, doubling the length of the blade. Both foes cried their battle cries, but unlike the charging foe, Ryūko's focus was in full effect. As he entered her space, she swung her blade, and a sharp slicing sound rang out. After the flash, the head chief was behind Ryūkos, jiggling from before at last, his robot split into threads, his naked form reeling from the pain of being sliced.

"Fiber Lost!" Ryūko declares the victory hers, with the banshi being absorbed by Senketsu. The former two-star student moaned on the floor before suddenly Ryūkos great weight pressed down on him.

"Now tell me where Mako is, or else you will become one with the floor!" She shouted as she applied more pressure, the ground cracking around his body.

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Running as fast as her flabby body allowed, she finally made it to the cooking club's homeroom and was not surprised to find the door left open with the members all feeling now that their leader was a feature of the carpet.

"Mako! Are you okay?" Ryūko shouted as she squeezed her body through the door. Looking around, she saw lots of kitchen stuff but no Mako. However, a room in the back was lit up, and much munching could be heard from it. Stomping through to see what was back here.

"Mako! Is that... you?" Ryūko began by processing just what she was looking at. A large amount of white was hunched over some boxes with a small amount of blue at the base.

"Mako?" At last, the thing turned around, revealing Makos' giant face.

"Ryohko! Wher yum heen ohl hay? 'Gulp' I've been eating sooo much yummy food you would not believe it! Chicken, beef, takoyaki, ramen, all of it in my belly now!" Mako shouted as she slapped her giant gut before standing up (somehow). As fat as Ryūko had gotten, Mako was beyond that. To the point of just how she was able to stand? Her head had just kinda puffed up, but was still much larger than Ryūkos. Then her arms were as big as a couch cushion, so big that her lower arms were being raised by it. Then her breasts were also giant. Almost as big as her head, even her uniform could not help but show some cleavage up top. And of course, the biggest part of her was that gut. Massive did not do the thing justice. It was bigger then a normal-sized person. It stretched all around her, almost like it was trying to eat her body next. It hung so far down that it covered her knees. It was like two of her were standing in front of one another.

"Hey Mako, are you okay? How are you standing?" Ryūko asked, honestly confused and worried for her friend.

"Because I just ate, so I'm filled with mega energy!" Mako shouted as she somehow lifted her arms up and flexed them, some muscle showing through the sheer amount of blubber hanging on them. Only now did she look over Ryūko. "Oh wow, Ryūko, you look like a big teddy bear!" She cried with glee.

"Uh, hate to break it to ya, but you're bigger than me." She sheepishly pointed out. Mako then began looking over herself.

"Oh, you're right! I'm like a super giant mega teddy Mako!" She declared as she checked all around her, including turning around to check out her heinie, which, while able to match Ryūkos butt, meant relatively it was smaller on Mako's giant blubber fame.

"But you know what that means, right, Ryūko?"

"Uh, what?" Suddenly, Ryūko found herself in the tight grip of Mako's plush arms

"GIANT HUGS!" Mako declared as she pressed Ryūko into her belly and bust while rubbing her giant cheek on top of Ryūkos head. Yet she could only weakly protest to this show of affection from her best friend.

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In the dark halls of the Kiryūin mansion Satsuki marched to her room, where someone she wanted to speak with was made to wait. Opening the doors she gazed at he giant mound of human flesh which could do nothing but sit their, awaiting whatever fate came to her next.

"Nonon, how pleasant to see you," Satsuki said as she marched forward.

"Lady Satsuki, I am sorry." Nonon wheezed out for much of her head was being swallowed up by her giga checks with only a small window for her mouth to speak though. Likewise, the rest of her face was pulled around her head, leaving her eyes squinted. Satsuki walked around the immobile girl, looking over her body.

"The cooking club has all been detained and expelled from Honnouji Academy, though I doubt they will live to see the light of day ever again," Satsuki reported as she studied Nonon's rear end. Even sitting down, Nonon's butt raised higher than Satsuki's standing up. Just one check was bigger than a deluxe beanbag. Satsuki could just latch onto the giant orb of ass and not reach the other check.

" Lady Satsuki, I apologize and officially resign from the elite four," Nonon said, burying her face into her bib of a chin.

"What do you mean you resigned?" Satsuki asked as she wrung her hand along the many folds of her legs, now more a bunch of fatty stumps than limbs, the end collapsing in to them selves with her puffy feet uselessly sunk in, each toe a cute little piggy.

"Even if I could move, I failed you. The transfer is still around, and my entire band club is unfit for combat. I have nothing to offer you anymore and have let your expectations down." As Nonon lamented herself, Satsuki placed a bare knee on the rising ramp of belly, the mountain of flesh only beating an individual butt check in its size. "I've had no excuses to offer, I'm just a useless blob, a fatty fat waste of space that can't even shed any fat! I'm useless! Pathetic! Just useless..." But at this point, Nonon realised that her lady was on top of her stomach, just gazing at her flat breasts that were only as big as a sitting cushion. "Uh, what... are you doing?"

"Just taking all of you in my dear Nonon," Satuski said as she climbed higher to reach the pink haired girls face. Now, a breath away, she cupped as much of Nonon's cheek as she could. "Do you know just how precious you are to me, Nonon?"

"N-no. I honestly have no idea," She said, her face turning red.

"The other three all respect me. They recognize me as their superior and fall in line as a result. But you." She lowed her self between Nonon's breasts and moved her face apart to fully see her mouth. "You didn't swear just to follow me. You swore to be the rock on which I could build my empire. You were the one to brazenly take my hand and claim you shall be the one to hold my dreams. My rock." She closed the gap even further. "Are you saying you're giving that all up, Nonon?"

"NO! If that is what you want of me, then I shall continue to be under you. I will hold your glory up to shine upon all the lowly maggots who need your guidance." At this point, Satuski's mouth pressed softly onto Nonon's, her eyes closed in bliss. For a second, Nonon didn't know how to react, but then she allowed the bliss to overflow her and closed hers as well. For a full minute, the two kissed before they parted, both breathing deeply.

"Thank you. I will continue to love and care for you, and you shall drive me on to topple that woman and her parasitic army. But for now." Satsuki climbed onto Nonon's slab of arms and settled between her shoulder blades, picked up a plate and muffins she had placed there earlier, and held it in front of her confidant. "Now tell me, what are you?"

"Your pig is too big even for human clothes," Nonon replied before opening her tiny mouth as much as possible to let Satsuki push the confection that had led her to this fate.