MHA: Momo's Mansion Part 1

Final story of the month and I think people will like this one! The Class 1A girls are going to be increasing their waistlines and libido's drastically in the parts to come.

Tags: Weight gain, Sex (eventually), stuffing, light slob.

--- Arrivals & Midnight Skulkings ---

The girls of class 1A arrived at Yaoyorozu mansion and were blown away by its splendor. While they were regulars at the mansion and were well acquainted with Momo’s wealth, it never failed to impress when seen. Ochaco especially was floored by what she saw. The house, if such a grand and spacious edifice could even be called that, seemed to be even bigger each time she laid eyes upon it. The five women approached, almost nervous. Ochaco, Jiro, Mina, Tsuyu, and Toru crowded around each other and moved as a group. Each wore their summer street clothes and carried luggage with them. Their nervousness peaked as they reached the gigantic front door. The artistry present on the entrance was more fitting for a cathedral than it was a domicile. The ladies looked around, everyone was afraid to touch the door. Their hands were going to accidentally ruin delicate work that had been done. Their nervousness peaked when the door started to roll open. The gaggle of girls jumped back, afraid that they had done something. Screams and yelps went up, until they noticed Momo standing in the door.

“Hello girls!” Momo waved, dressed in conservative but highly expensive clothes. While she only wore a blouse and jeans, it was obvious that they had been bought from the most expensive designers in Musutafu. “Come on in.” Momo bowed, showing the proper respect due to her guests. While unnecessary, she wanted nothing to go wrong. The group’s stay at the mansion was going to be long, a final send off before joining the professional world of heroes. Momo had invited them, eager to host the months-long party. “You can leave your luggage out here. I have some friends that will gather it all and deposit it in your rooms.” Momo clapped her hands, summoning an army of shiny, metallic servers. 

“Wow! Momo. . .kero. . .this is all too much.” Tsuyu Asui, the frog hero, gaped at the robotic servants. “There’s no way we could ever pay you back for this.” Her big eyes grew even wider as the robots began to move. They walked out of the house, each moving to a woman and bowing. As they bowed, their eyes glowed red and shone a beam over the ladies. The girls flinched, memories of movies containing robot uprisings coming back to mind. 

“Oh! Sorry, I should have told you! Momo ran down the stairs to help steady her friends. “These guys are super advanced, they will sync to your body chemistry. They know your vitals, weight, and all sorts of other stuff. That way they can make sure they are giving you the best service possible.” Momo bowed again, afraid that she had upset her guests. “I should have told you all! My apologies.” 

“That’s totally fine!” Ochaco said. “We appreciate the care, Momo.” 

“Yeah! This is going to be awesome!” Jiro added while pumping a fist in the air. “I don’t mind some ‘round the clock service.” 

“Uhhhh. . .is this going to work on me?” Toru asked, visible thanks only to the clothes wrapped around her. The other girls laughed, the tension having been cut. “Heeeey, that was a serious question!” The bubbly woman flailed her arms, still wanting an answer. The other girls couldn’t help but continue laughing at the invisible woman’s frustration. Though unseen, the way her striped tank top ruffled and shook made her annoyance obvious. . .and even more humorous to the gathered women. The laughter was such a distraction that the other women did not notice Mina lean over to Tsuyu, squeeze her hand, and whisper something into her ear. 

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“Tsuuuuuu. . .” Mina whispered in the dark. “Tssssuuuuuuuyuuuu.” The playful pink woman strained her voice in order to make it as quiet as possible. Darkness had fallen over the mansion and the girls had all turned in. They had spent the afternoon unpacking and getting settled in their rooms, each as big as the family room of a small house. The girls had then enjoyed a light supper and watched movies until yawns and eye rubbing had overtaken them. One by one, they had turned in. Each worked to snuggle into their beds. Or, everyone besides Mina and Tsuyu. 

“I’m here. . .kero. . but should we be sneaking out like this?” Mina jumped as she heard Tsuyu’s voice above her. The pale woman was plastered to the ceiling of the dark hallway, using her froggy powers of suction to stay planted. She had climbed out of her room and down the hallway without Mina even hearing her. A perfect stealth hero maneuver. Tsuyu looked like something out of a horror movie, with her pale skin and long nightdress. She hung from the ceiling, her braid swinging at eye level with Mina. 

“There you are.” The pink woman grinned, getting over her shock. “Hold on, let me get a better look at you.” She giggled and ran around, trying to get a glimpse underneath Tsuyu’s nightdress. Mina would be sorely disappointed, however, as Tsuyu flipped down from the ceiling. She landed with her arms crossed.

“Did you really set this up just to be a pervert?” Tsuyu asked, tapping her foot. “I’m afraid. . .kero. . .you’re turning into Mineta.”

“Sorry. . .you know I get excited easily.” Mina, ignoring the devastating insult, walked up with arms behind her back. She moved playfully, bobbing and weaving in the dark. “Especially around cute girls who can climb walls. . .and maybe have long tongues.” Mina leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on Tsuyu’s cheek. She pulled back. There was silence in the hallway, save for a “tee-hee” from Mina. 

A blush spread over Tsuyu’s face. While Mina might get carried away, it was nice to be noticed. “It’s hard for me to be mad at you.” Tsuyu sighed, kissing back. While the two met in secret, it was not their relationship that they were trying to keep hidden. They had been dating for months now, their friends and loved ones made well aware of their relationship. Mina could never have kept a secret like that, especially not with the way she constantly kissed, hugged, and squeezed Tsuyu. At times, Tsuyu seemed more like a stuffed toy for Mina than a person. Not that the froggy woman minded, she was much too reserved to ever ask for physical attention like that.

“There we go!” Mina’s smile was radiant in the dark corridor. “I knew my girlfriend still loved me.” She grasped Tsu’s hand and started to lead her through the winding maze of the house. “And, to answer your question, I did bring you out here so WE could be perverts together. But not in the way you think.” Mina’s hand squeezed Tsuyu’s all the tighter as she spoke, excitedly thinking about the plan she was hatching in her mind. It would take just a little exploring, but the two were going to have some fun. 

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Soft electronic beeps filled the control hub in the bottom of the mansion. It was the place where all the robotic butlers and their kin came to rest at the end of the night.  Here they would wait in little artificial cocoons, waiting for their chance to serve the lady of the house and her friends. The area was big but mostly empty. Pods lined the walls and there was a central computer which fed data to each, but otherwise the room was empty. The hum of the charging station and beeps made it a peaceful place. When Mina and Tsuyu broke into the room, the overwhelming quietness stopped them for a moment. 

It was Tsuyu that ended up speaking first. “Mina. . .what are you going to do here?” She looked around nervously, afraid that her trespasses had been recorded on camera. “We should. . .kero. .kero. . . leave.” Nervousness brought out Tsuyu’s ribbits even more, making it hard to go more than a sentence without dropping one or even two. Tsu made a disapproving sound as her girlfriend walked deeper into the room. Even though she knew it was a mistake, the kind of thing that could forever damage a friendship, Tsuyu was bound to follow Mina. She walked into the dark room, watching behind her for any sign of movement. 

“Tssssuuuu, don’t be a spoil sport!” Mina giggled, excited that she had such an easy time finding her prize. “This is the key to everything that we have been talking about. Her hips and butt, covered in a very skimpy set of pajama pants, wiggled as she sauntered up to the central control console. The computer came alive under her touch, a screen descending from the ceiling. The monitor’s light was bright enough to steal sight away from the two women for a moment. When it returned, the screen was filled with little cards bearing portraits of the girls. Mina grinned, starting to type and click in a bid to learn how to manipulate the program. She spoke as she worked, her excitement building. “Tsuyu, honey, this is it. This is our chance.” Menus popped by her eyes, each bearing different readouts and charts. They were the biodata that the butler-bots had collected earlier. Further, tucked away with them, was the programming for what the bots should do with the information given. 

“Mina. . .kero. . .” Tsuyu started to speak, but the words caught in throat. She felt a tingle in her belly. She knew exactly what Mina was suggesting, and had a hard time arguing against it. Still torn between giving in and telling Mina to stop, she drew close to the console. She watched with bated breath as her girlfriend poured through the menus and screens of the bot program. Each click and typed phrase brought the two closer to the eventual crossroads. Mina was honing in, now able to understand where certain information was stored and how it might be used for the bots’ daily instruction. Key was calorie intake per day. It was listed out for each woman, shining like divine mandates from on high. Only, these were mandates that could be changed.

Mina’s hand started to push numbers up, her hands forcing the calories higher and higher. 1500, 2000, 4000, 8000. The numbers grew more ludicrous with each button press. “Tsu, we are here in this mansion for the next couple months and are going to be waited on hand and foot.” Mina looked backwards at Tsuyu, eyes shining. “This is our chance! We can get as big and fat as we want.” Her breathing picked up as she toyed with the numbers. She worked the program to increase the calories count exponentially each week. She and Tsu would be handed fattening food hand over fist, their meal plans acting as explosive bombs upon their future figures. “Momo won’t mind! She said that these bots are here for our enjoyment.” The pink woman smiled, turning around to lean on the desk. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, but I’m going for it.” held her small tummy, hardly an ounce of fat on it. “You are going to have a fat, blubbery girlfriend whether you like it or not.”

Tsuyu shook her head, groaning and ribbiting in equal measure. Her desire to be a just and honest person was sorely tempted. Mina had an infectious charm. It was impossible to say no to her when she was in the throes of a plan. Tsuyu hopped up to the computer, grabbing Mina’s hands. She looked deep into her girlfriend’s eyes, her heart beating faster as the seconds ticked by. “Same to you.” Tsuyu said quietly, not sure if she was making the right call. As much as she wanted to share in Mina’s mad plans and insane kink, she did not like the surreptitious nature of it. However, she would rather hang with Mina than separately. “Guess we're going to be two big, beautiful heroes soon.” She sealed the promise with a kiss, pushing Mina backwards. The pink woman’s small but bouncy butt, edged onto the keyboard; hitting accidentally hitting some of the keys.  

--- New Summer Meal Plan ---

The next day they all awoke to the smells of breakfast and the sounds of plates being down. The girls stumbled out of their beds and rooms, rubbing their eyes and adjusting to the daylight. Mina and Tsuyu, thanks to their nocturnal adventures, were particularly slow. They walked out of their room, holding hands. Tsuyu would have been tempted to think that what happened the previous night had been just a dream, had not Mina squeezed her hand the entire way to breakfast. Each squeeze elicited a guilty ribbit from the frog hero. Her guilt had not yet been assuaged. All through the night she had laid awake, wondering if she should sneak down and turn the calorie counts back to normal. It felt wrong to subvert Momo’s brilliant machines for her and Mina’s own perverse ends. She was stopped only by the fear of upsetting her girlfriend. As much as her conscience was troubled, Tsu was more troubled by the thought of friction with Mina. In the end, Tsuyu rationalized that she was just guilty about incorporating her kink into normal life. It was one thing to whisper about it with Mina during dates or pillow talk, but much different to put it into practice. That guilt was about to hit full force as she entered the dining room.

“Momo, this is so much!” Ochaco said, floored by the spread of food which overtook the table. Polished silver platters loaded with every breakfast food imaginable awaited the table. Sausages, eggs of every make, bacon, pancakes, waffles, and carafes filled with syrup were lined up. Plates had been arranged for every woman with silverware waiting on either side like soldiers standing guard. None of the women had ever seen anything so delicious. Some from humble backgrounds, like Ochaco, had never even imagined a breakfast with so much polish. “I don’t know how we could even finish this!” The gravity heroine turned white, starting to fall backwards as the wealth of her friend was made manifest once more. Luckily, she was caught by one of the robotic butlers and returned to a standing position. 

“Oh, you know, just trying to look after my friends.” Momo said, plainly embarrassed. She made her way through the milling silver-servants, wondering what part of their programming had led to this. They were trained for polite service, not banquet preparation. However, politeness and fear of ruining her own party on the first day kept Momo from saying anything. “I’m sure we can save these for snacks later. . .heh.” She finished lamely, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “Make yourselves at home, we can worry about salvaging left overs later.” 

Mina saw her opportunity. A wicked desire grabbed her heart. “Yeah!” She raced over to the wonderland of food and took a seat next to Momo. “We should worry about if the food is good, not how much of it there is!” She grabbed a chocolate muffin, biting off a huge portion of it. The taste exploded in her mouth, sending her taste buds into near shock. “Come on, girls, you HAAVE to try this!” Mina gushed, before finishing it off with a large bite. Her eyes swam with hearts as she chewed through the moist cake confection. “Momo, thank you so much for all this!” Mina gushed, elbowing her rich friend in the side. “You knew exactly what would get this vacation started off right.” Mina quickly returned to eating, dicing up a sausage and forking it into her mouth.

“Tha-thanks, Mina.” Momo allowed her energetic friend to pull her out of awkwardness. “Totally planned this as a surprise!” She laughed, bits of nervousness flying away. She could look into the bots’ apparent malfunction later. For the moment, she had food to eat. With Mina’s ecstatic approval, the other girls started to file around the table. The dining hall was soon filled with the noise of the girls eating and forks clanking against plates.Excited by the prospect of starting their day with a party, the girls heaped food into their mouths. Everything was sampled, with no dish was left untouched. The girls ate with abandon, not wanting to let a single morsel go to waste. Momo had provided both robotic servants and a fine spread of food, they needed to enjoy themselves. What’s more, the eating quickly became social. 

“Come on, Momo, don’t hog the sausages.” Mina said, trying to sneak some away from her friend’s plate. “You have been all over those things!” Her puffy belly bounced into Momo’s shoulder, rocking the polite woman. 

“Ooooooh, look out Jiro, its a haunted donut!” Toru laughed and dangled the sugar frosted treat in front of her friend’s face. Thanks to her unique and translucent body, the donut appeared to be floating in mid air. 

“One way to beat ghost food.” Jiro retorted before taking a huge bite out of the hovering snack. “Mmmpggh. . .schee. . .these ghosts aren’t scho tough.” Jiro opened her mouth again, trying to snap the rest of the food away from her invisible friend. Her teeth closed around empty air, the partially eaten donut floating back over to Toru’s chair.

“Oh my gosh!” The invisible airhead laughed. “You can’t eat my food. Gotta get your own!” though no one could see, the less than visible woman winked at her friend. She then chomped through the food. Crumbs spilled around her mouth and onto the part of her chest that was not covered by her shirt. For just a moment, before she brushed them away, Toru was slightly more visible than she normally was. Her shapely breasts bounced and shook, the crumbs scattered across her bust line enjoying the ride. Toru eventually wiped them away, reducing her visibility. However, each bite she took repeated the process.

The girls of Class 1A enjoyed their morning meal. They talked and ate, sharing jokes and food alike. They indulged well past the point they should have. Each found their bellies rounding out, stuffed to the brim. The feeding died out slowly, with each woman slowly grabbing less and less food as their fullness caught up. One by one, they slumped in their chairs and cradled their stomachs. Lethargy stole over them, brought on by the large amount of carbs and sugar they had ingested. Yet, it was a comfortable feeling. Their explosion of energy was now matched with a comfortable fall back, allowing them to rest again. They talked quietly amongst themselves. Momo sat in the center of it all, so happy that her friends were enjoying themselves that she forgot to investigate the cause of the incorrect portion sizing. Meanwhile, Mina and Tsuyu watched the aftermath with growing glee and lust. In the face of such wild gluttony, even Tsuyu found her nagging moral compass growing quiet. There was an itch growing in her heart, she wanted to see her friends gorge themselves silly. 

The robotic servants also watched the display of eating prowess. They studied the women eating, taking in every moment up to them leaving the dining room. While the girls lurched away from the table, stomachs so filled that they pressed out visibly into their sleepwear, the robotic butlers were already hard at work preparing the next one. Their metallic eyes and sensors studied everything about the ladies and their eating habits: foods they liked, how they ate, who they talked to during meals. Each minor detail was cataloged and sorted within the vast network which spread between the bots. They would study the women that had been placed under their care and work to deliver meals that would satisfy the immense caloric load they required. Further, their programming meshed with Momo’s existing directives on enjoyment and summer fun. Standing as silent sentinels, the bots began to process how to deliver the most fattening meals at the greatest enjoyment. 

--- Meals and Measurements by the Month ---

--- 200 --

“Ochaco, could you pass me another bowl of pudding?” Jiro asked, trying to adjust her top. It had been a couple weeks since the initial stuffing and she had started to notice a problem with her bras. In stark contrast to most of her life, Jiro was noticing that they were starting to fit tightly. Her small but well defined A cups had begun to grow. Frowning a little, she tussled with her shirt and bra, trying to get her clothes to fit right. Below her now plump chest was an equally round stomach. While not nearly as stuffed as it had been an hour ago, the lunch time fullness had started to drift away, it still held more than its fair share of food. “I know I shouldn’t, but that stuff was too good.” She pushed an empty bowl aside. It joined a pair of friends off to the side and stood quietly waiting for another friend to arrive. 

“Awww. . .I kinda wanted this one,” Ochaco said, her spoon poised above the sugary treat. She was excited to dig into the bowl, ready to once again fill her mouth and belly with the sumptuous treats. The gravity hero had been so excited that she didn’t bother adjusting her own shirt, letting the pink t-shirt ride up and over her belly. While Jiro had been noticing her bras grow smaller by the day, Ochaco had been wilfully ignoring her own wardrobe issues. In the face of the lazy fun she was having at the mansion, it mattered little that obvious panty lines had appeared on her sweats or that her stomach had trouble covering her belly. Rather than be proactive and focused on work, she instead wanted to slack off a little. The army of butlers had been quick to make that happen. 

“Come on, you can always ask Jeeves for more.” Jiro pointed a thumb back at the robot which politely stood vigil over their little foodie tet-a-tet. Her breasts bobbled noticeably as she moved. 

“Okay. . .but you better enjoy it.” Ochaco said, tapping her bowl such that it began to float. Leaning back in her seat, she let it float towards her friend. “That looked really good.” She sighed, a little saddened that her treat was leaving her.

Jiro laughed as the bowl spun towards her. “You couldn’t just pass it over?”

“Call it my quirk practice for the day,” Ochaco said as she flagged the butler over for another order. “And practice is always followed by a treat!” 

The chubby women both laughed, their 200 pound bodies jiggling and bouncing. 

--- 250 ---

“Mina, this might be enough.” Toru said, her non-visible eyes widening as more honeyed biscuits were put on her plate.

“Come on Toru, you promised you would help me polish these off!” Mina grinned. It was obvious, even under mild scrutiny, that the biscuits had not been divvied out equally. Toru’s plate held the lion’s share of the well buttered, honey drenched bakery treats. While Mina was desperate to pack on pounds herself, she knew that they could be made up through snacks later on. She would much rather encourage her friends into a sedentary, piggish lifestyle. To feed and to be fed was ever the desire of Mina’s heart. “You can’t leave a friend in need!” Bowing to Mina’s infectious desires, Toru slowly picked up one of the biscuits. 

The room was denied the pleasure of Tohru’s fat wobbling openly. They could make out the swing of her breasts and stomach from how her shirt moved. Yet, much of the sumptuous and artful movements of flab through her soft body went unappreciated. That was, until she took a bite of the biscuit she had picked up. A rain of crumbs spilled down onto her face and chest, acting as dust to help outline her sensual figure. Continued eating, spilling crumbs and honey. Toru became visible the way that a rainbow shows itself after a rainstorm, forming so quietly and slowly that it might otherwise go unnoticed. A round face was revealed, with the beginnings of a double chin below it. Crumbs fell further and began to alight on her breast. A deep cleavage line shimmered into view, built by the small bits of bread and droplets of honey. It shifted a bit as she ate, never truly staying into focus. All Mina could tell was that Toru was every bit as soft as the rest of them and had a truly amazing pair of breasts. 

  “Toru!” Mina started to say, ready to compliment her friend and teammate’s body. 

“Yes?” Toru looked up, looking like the ghost of a woman who had died in a bakery accident. She was littered with crumbs, flour, and droplets of honey. They floated in the shape of a woman who had been enjoying culinary indulgence for too long and without any physical exercise. “Wassccchup?” She asked, taking another bite. The lines created by the leavings of the biscuits wobbled and shook, reforming themselves as new motes were added.  Mina tried to keep her excitement buried, but studied each and every line. Toru presented a little puzzle with an exquisite reward. Trace the lines and be given the full picture of her fatness. Though, the puzzle was upended just before Mina could solve it. “Shoot! I guess I was really enjoying myself.” Toru brushed the crumbs away, scattering her own visage to the wind. “Good call, Mina. Thanks!” 

“Oh. . .yeah. . .no problem.” Mina sighed, pushing her biscuits towards Toru. “Here, I’m feeling a little full, take mine.” She had been looking forward to being able to compliment Toru, showering her in physical praise just as much as she was showered in food. Mina had made it a point to compliment every other woman somehow, investing words as much as action into their figures. Yet, Toru proved to be the most difficult of all, her body elusively hidden behind her quirk. Yet, now Mina had been given a strategy. Time to rebuild the puzzle once more. 

--- 350 ---

“Mina. . .I think we should confess.” Tsuyu said one night, in the deepest recesses of Momo’s mansion. The two had been sitting on couches in a little study, tucked away whilst the other girls slept and digested their food. “Things are getting. . .OOORRRUUP. . .out of hand. Kero.” Tsu spoke nervously, though was unable to contain a forming belch. She licked her lips, both to clear away the remainders of food as well as a physical reaction to her mounting guilt. It was easy to erase her feelings during the daylight. Every hour of the day was filled with food and fun. She and the other girls slurped shakes and noshed on a never ceasing stream of food as they hung out and played various games. Days were a haze of playful frolic around the pool and frenzied eating indoors. The stillness of night is what brought out Tsu’s guilt. Her noble, heroic ideals tortured under the weight that sabotage had put onto them. “It’s too. . .kero. . .much.”

Mina did not answer right away. She was too busy trying to slurp down exquisitely made crème brûlée. She had cracked through the carmelized top and was getting to the soft innards below. Though the lights were turned down low, Tsuyu was able to see Mina’s round body jiggling. She sat with her double rolled gut seeping through a small but cute top. It flopped down like a small staircase onto legs which were disproportionately wide. One leg stretched upon the small sofa whilst the other was planted on the ground for stability. Mina’s gut conformed to these proportions. Her gut bunched around the leg which touched the floor, seeming to melt and slide off and into open space. The fattest, most low hanging roll wiggled in the empty air. Tsu licked her lips again as she stared at that dangling roll of fat. Morals often caved in the face of desire. Mina hardly had to speak defenses of her position anymore. The simple movement of her body did it for her. 

“Bluuuurrruup. . .oh Tsssuuu.” Mina whined, tossing the empty cup behind her. It was caught by one of the omni-present butlers. The pinkette then heaved herself off the ground couch, allowing it to attempt a return to its natural shape. It was instead time to burden the other couch more. “You worry too much.” Mina wiped her hands on her paunch, not at all afraid of the fact that she was leaving sticky trails up and down her flab. Her gut moved like a pendulum, swinging low and sweetly. Tsuyu again was forced to lick her lips, not even sure what she was truly imagining. Mina grew bigger as she approached, rising out of the darkness. “Let’s have a little. . .night time fun!” Mina never bothered to argue against her girlfriend’s moral compass. Rather, she just appealed to other desires. The couch threatened to collapse as Mina added her bulk to it. 

“It’s been a while since we’ve been able to just hold each other.” Mina lied. “You haven’t been kissing me enough.” It was also a lie, but unintentionally spoken. 

“We need to confess.” Tsuyu said weakly, eye’s shining in the dark as Mina’s 350 pounds were added to her own. They fit like key and lock, with Mina’s fat somehow slipping between her own folds perfectly. There was much ribbiting as Tsuyu’s please went un-answered but her breasts were squeezed. 

“You’ve gotten so big.” Mina’s hands toyed with breasts that had burst every bra that had been brought on the extended vacation. “And here I thought you would be my booty queen. Instead I have a titty princess.” Mina squeezed again, shivering as her fingers sunk into Tsuyu’s fat chest. Mina was a little sad that Tsuyu would have rather used her tongue for righteous protestations, rather than real fun. But there was still plenty of time. Every day her refusal grew a little less. She wondered even what Tsuyu might say to Momo, or what their portly host might say back. Mina seemed to be the only woman in the house to see how much things had shifted. No woman was under 350 and no one had said word one about it. 

“I. . .Mina. . .aaaahh.” Tsu lost her thoughts over and over again. Her mind diverted towards the obvious physical enjoyment and carnal lust, but circled back to her sense of justice. “Gotta. . .oooh. . .tell. . .Momo. . .keeerrroooo.” She ribbited in pleasure. Sex and self-righteousness combined to form a strange drug. 

“Tell you what,” Mina proposed, now strongly massaging Tsuyu’s breasts. While she had a wealth of fat all over her body, Mina was fixated upon the tear drop orbs. “You kiss me hard for the entire night, and we talk to Momo. . .soon.” Mina evaluated the timeline. “When the opportunity presents itself.” She would do anything to delay the inevitable. She might have adjusted terms further, but Tsuyu was already starting to agree to the contract. Mina giggled as a thick, long tongue flicked drippings of crème brûlée off of her belly. Tsuyu’s weight slowly was added to Mina’s, the couch underneath them groaning as its weight limits were tested. Tsuyu’s tongue searched and probed, finding its way to all of the tastiest morsels. She let it extend to its full length, not even breaking eye contact with her girlfriend. Mina loved the attention, both from Tsuyu’s eyes and her prehensile tongue. “Come on, Tsu, go a little deeper.” She cooed, taking some cream in her hand. She tapped her finger first against her amphibious lover’s tongue to get her attention and then began to drag it down her body. The trail led to her deep navel, where cream had been pooling. 

“Kero. . .” Tsuyu ribbited in surprise and embarrassment. This was lewdness she had not been prepared for. However, it had been something Mina had been thinking on for quite some time. 

“I said you had to kiss me hard!” Mina grinned, laying back so her gut was allowed to flop between her thighs. Trails of cream flowed down from the pool within her navel, dripping off the lowest end of her gut fold. “Terms of the deal, Tsu-bug. Better go before the cream’s gone!” Mina winked. Nervous but not wanting to seem like she was flinching away from the deal, Tsuyu began to work again. She pressed her own heavy gut forward, pushing her belly into Mina’s. Cream splashed and stuck between the walls of pink and white gut fat, ready to be slurped up later. Tsuyu’s thick tongue plunged into Mina’s bellybutton. Tsuyu ducked down, resting her rounded face between fluffy pink breasts. Mina looked down, feeling like a goddess commanding a follower. “Good. . .aah. . .girl. . .Tsu!” She closed her eyes to suck air in. Tsuyu’s soft, wet tongue lapped cream out of her belly button. Mina had to grip the couch in order to manage the lust and electric feelings running through her. “You’re. . .aaah. . .amazing!” She squealed. The knowledge of pushing her girlfriend further was just as exciting as the thrusting of Tsuyu’s tongue into her belly button. Even more exciting was the thought of further debauchery to come. Mina wasn’t done, with Tsu or the house.

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Momo was slowly waddling her way to the basement when she felt the tap on her shoulder. She had broken through the delightful, food induced haze just long enough to grow curious about the bots. She had known something was off from the first day, but the fear of admitting it had been enough to keep her from investigating. Instead she grinned, played hostess, and let herself be drawing into the ever increasing spiral of gluttony. It was only her duties as hostess that had seen the growth of her waistline slow. Always busy helping the butlers and trying to keep her guests happy, Momo had eaten less than the other women. She had found her way up to 280 pounds, trailing at least 30 pounds behind the others at all times. More even than many others. Especially the reigning queens of eating, Mina and Tsuyu. The two were insatiable, constantly asking both Momo and whatever butler was on hand for more. That’s why it was of little surprise when Momo turned around and saw the pair. 

“Heeeeeey, Momo!” Mina said, waddling forward for a hug. Always outgoing, the stay at the house had sent her handsy tendencies into a state of frenzy. She was constantly touching, hugging, fondling, and groping. Where there was fat or food, there too were Mina’s hands. She spread her arms wide, sacks of bicep blubber swinging. “Missed you!” She embraced her friend, pulling the smaller woman into a tight hug. The difference of 70 pounds was noticeable immediately to Momo. It was like being pulled and tugged by a living mattress or pillowfort. 

“Thanks. . .uggh. . .Mina.” Momo said, gritting her teeth. “But. . .uggh. .it’s not been that long.” She said, hugging back with little pats to the sides of her fatter friend’s sides. 

“Still love ya!” Mina smiled, letting the thinner woman go. Both of their bodies jiggled as their fat was allowed to return to a normal state. “Anyway, whatcha doing?

” She asked, playing innocent. She knew full well where Momo was going.

“Uhm. . .just going to check on the. . .”

“Momo. . .KERO. . .we have to talk!” Tsuyu, unable to handle her guilt anymore, leaped from behind Mina. She landed heavily, her body causing the house around her to shake. Something fell and broke in a distant room. She waddled up to Momo, her large breasts swinging. Tsu had become profoundly fat. Guilt eating mixed with Mina’s feedings had allowed her to pull ahead of even her girlfriend in size. Nearly 400 pounds of flabby, froggy blubber guiltily made its way up to her friend. She stood belly to belly, eyes wet. “It was an accident. . .kero. . but we. . .kero. . .messed up your bots.” Tsuyu poured her heart out, the strain upon her consciousness making her ribbit more than normal. “That’s why everyone. . .kero. . .is getting so. . .kero. . .fat!” 

“What?” Momo took a step back, grabbing her blubber as if noticing it for the first time. “I’m sure you two didn’t do anything too bad.” Momo had a genuine heart, hardly able to process the idea that her friends might do something unethical. “It had to be an accident.” 

“It was!” Mina stepped up, bumping Tsuyu out of the way with a massive hip. She knew she had to keep Tsu’s guilty conscience from sinking the entire enterprise. It was her turn to do the talking. “Sort of at least. We just wanted to up our own calorie count. . .but it accidentally transferred to all of our profiles.” Mina waddled forward to grab Momo’s hands. “We wanted to confess. . .but then we saw how much fun everyone was having. We didn’t want to take that away!” Mina tried to frame things in the best possible light, even if it meant stretching the truth a bit. She walked forward, slowly using her bulk to push Momo towards the hallway wall. “I hope you can forgive us! Seriously, Tsuyu has been feeling so guilty!” She knew that the sad, adorable froggirl presented a more sympathetic angle. Thanks to the extreme weight gain, Tsuyu looked ever more adorable; especially with her current forlorn expression. 

“This is. . .a lot.” Momo said as she felt her butt splash back upon the wall. Her butt cheeks spread outward, claiming territory to be warmed and pressed upon. “Obviously, we have to turn the bots back to normal!” Momo said, thinking first with her virtues. 

“About that,” Mina pressed in more. She wore a tiny tank top, allowing her belly to be totally free. Her fat pushed and rubbed against Momo’s belly, making her own shirt rise. Despite being smaller, Momo had large and full breasts that outsized Mina’s. The two women’s chests embraced like old friends or lovers. “We don’t haaave to, right? I mean. . .everyone is having suuucch a good time!” Mina giggled, thinking about the scenes of debauchery she had seen so far. “Like I don’t think anyone minds being a bit curvy.” She shook her belly, sending sympathetic tremors through Momo’s own bulk. Mina bit her lip, a tingle spreading through her body. She could see the ripples travel all the way up to Momo’s second chin, a testament to the foodie fun she had been indulging in. There was no one in the house that had been spared the gifts of constant indulgence, not even a murmur of complaint. 

“I’m the host, though. I should do what’s right for the guests!” Momo said, afraid of the consequences of violating her job as caretaker. “It’s wrong to trick people, besides.” 

“Part of what hosts do is let people have a good time!” Mina smiled, leaning further in. She could sense the same wavering of morals that Tsu had. Mina knew she was pulling the correct threads. “Does a concierge worry about a guest’s waistline. . .or do they just bring more food!” The sentence started as a question but ended as a statement of purpose. “What do you think, Tsu?” Feeling bold, Mina decided to wrap up two loose ends at the same time. 

“Uhm. . .well. . .kero. . .maybe. . .'' Tsuyu shook nervously as she waddled up to the two women. Her tone started to change as she felt Momo’s fat. It was an accident, Tsuyu misjudging where her belly lay. She waddled up a hair too close and her stomach pushed into both Mina’s and Momo’s. She realized how good it all felt: to squish her body against others, to feel their fat, and to realize how much bigger she was than them. The doubts she had been feeling shrunk away, turning back in the face of her unearthed perversion. She wanted to feel more, to sink her body against Momo’s and Mina’s while they tried to hold her. “I think. . .keerrrro. . .we could talk about it more.” She mused, trying to move the party somewhere a bit more secluded. She knew Mina would like that. “What about. . .kero. . .Momo’s room?” Mina smiled at the suggestion, having never been so proud of Tsuyu.