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Lucoa from Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid learns about all you can eat buffets and eats all she can.

"Shwota-kwun... mmph... hmmpf... why did wou nevar tell me... hfff... that there were sho mwany fheasts now! I would have... mmmhh... come mwore ofshen!"

Wincing as another fleck of barbecue sauce flew past his face, Shota tried to sink further into the booth, hoping that against all odds no one would see him with his caretaker. It was embarrassing enough to be seen with her usually with how she treated him, but if anyone he knew spotted him it would ruin his reputation forever. Not that he had much of one; Lucoa's doting had obliterated any social standing at school, yet this spectacle was on a whole new level. Only a month ago the young wizard had introduced the South American dragon to the idea of an all you can eat buffet. The Aztec goddess had been delighted by the idea of having so many meals at one's disposal, and now it was a lunchtime tradition to visit at least one every day.

Shota shivered. Would she need two soon?

With the blonde's figure, it wouldn't be surprising. Overflowing from a booth seat meant for three, Shota had to pull his legs up to stop from bumping into the ever gut growing under. Having long since crossed the quarter ton mark, Lucoa was enormous. Her hips spilling out from the sides, poorly contained in her jean shorts as cheeks the size of couch cushions threatened their integrity. Her stomach spilled out uncovered across her lap, a dome of dough that was split in half by the table, rolling down to her knees and only going farther and farther as she stuffed it even fuller. All of this paled to her chest, however, the massive pair of breasts where most of her growth had gone. Each one on their own weighed twice as much as Shota did himself, turning her biggest top into little more than a bikini. They lay across the table, just short of reaching farther than Lucoa's arms, and took up enough space that the dragon had to lean and stretch for every morsel of food. Every little nudge from her elbows sent them wobbling, forcing Shota to keep his eyes up on her rounded face.

Gripping a fistful of boneless wings her her plump hand, Lucoa's elaborate eyes squeezed shut in joy as she shoved them in her mouth, her chubby cheeks swelling to the brim with food. "Well," Shota mumbled, hands in his lap as the blonde continued to stuff and glut herself. "I didn't think you enjoy them this much. I guess it's because you're..." He was cut off as a belch boomed out from Lucoa, the dragon leaning back to let it out. It was quickly stifled as her sauce covered lips were crammed full again with meat. Humming around the meal, she licked her lips, peering at Shota.

"N-Nothing." he murmured. The wizard had planned on calling her a gluttonous demon for her behavior, but didn't have the heart. Taking the last bite out of his own meal, a meager salad with bacon, he slid out of the booth. Their lunches together were so common that some parts of their daily ritual doesn't need to be explained anymore.

Licking the last of the sauce from her lips and wiping her fingers on a napkin, Lucoa turned in her seat. It was far from a graceful moment, belly rubbing against the table as her bosom bounced atop it, but she managed to face Shota. Leaning out with her arms outstretched she let the young boy take her hands. Planting his feet on the booth Shota sucked in a breath and tugged with all his might. Slowly, Lucoa's hips wiggled inch by inch, bulging out of the seat like rising dough as her charge worked with her to free her. Kicking her legs, she helped as best she could, slowly managing to edge herself over to him.

With one more pull from Shota Lucoa had broken free, and the young wizard resigned himself to what had to happen next. Closing his eyes as he stepped backwards, heat rushed to his face as the dragon wobbled forward, wrapping him in a hug. She pulled him close into her bosom and smothered him into her cleavage, his entire head disappearing between them as his body was squished against her gut. Humming as she stroked his hair she smiled warmly down at him, pulling him up just enough to see his eyes.

"Now then, Shota-kun, are you ready for our second lunch?"



Nue Houjuu at her biggest size ever, even larger than when she was at her biggest on your blog, doing a photo shoot where she acts like a pig while eating.

The camera crew waited with baited breath as they stood outside the studio they'd been invited too. They'd been told that they were here to shoot for one of the biggest plus sized models in the world, and with changing trends, this could be the break of their career. It might have helped if they'd thought more on the innuendo of the job listing, as biggest wasn't just a descriptor for their client's popularity.

After a few more moments they were waved inside by the studio manager who told them to be prepared to use their wide lenses. Laughing at what they thought was a joke, the laughter died as they turned to to see who was laying on the white studio floor.

Resting on her side against the white backdrop curtain was a woman of titanic proportions. The eight man camera crew barely weighed as much as half of her combined, her belly alone as hefty as their group. Her massive stomach flooded out in front of her, nine feet around and bumping against the tripods. Her hips flared even at her massive weight, the wall groaning as she shifted to greet the team. It looked as though red and blue silk curtains had been wrapped around her waist and chest, allowing her to keep her modesty and very little else. Resting her triple chinned face on a breast as large as an exercise ball, dark hair framing a playful grin, she lifted her tree sized leg and waved her foot in a playful greeting. "I thought you all were never going to show," she huffed, rolling her eyes, "Seriously, I've been eating nothing but cupcakes for the last twenty minutes just until you were all ready, so I wasn't full for the shoot."

After taking a moment to pick their jaws off the floor, the camera crew set to work. In moments they had begun setting up around the whale of a woman, placing their equipment in the corner of the room just to make sure they could capture all of her in frame. It didn't help that as they walked around her, Nue would blow kisses or wink whenever the crew glanced her way, hands roaming down to pat the sides of her biblical stomach and giving it a shake to send tremors along her whole body. Giggling whenever someone blushed at that, clearly she was someone that reveled in her heft.

As the crew got into their positions the studio staff were busy with their tasks. Through the doors nearby came bowl after bowl of food. Haphazardly tossed into them was pastries, ice cream, and other sweet treats that were spilled like slop into their containers. The scent of sugar was overwhelming, but while everyone else was recoiling from the overwhelming smell, the caustic air was only making the model smile wider. She seemed barely able to hold herself back from diving into her meal.

"I hope you're ready by now?" Tearing her eyes away from the delicacies and back to her crew, the last of the cameras were angled properly, prompting a thumbs up from the director. Licking her lips as camera shots started to go off, her silky skin caught under the bright lights as the flashed along her elephantine side, Nue giggled. "It's about damn time."

Rolling off of her side and onto the stomach, the walls rattled from the impact as the gargantuan woman came to rest on her stomach. Laughing as she wobbled, her massive rear quaking as the cameras struggled to capture even half of it in frame. Resting her chin on a breast, Nue gleefully reached out with her titanic arms to pull as many bowls as she could closer to herself. As soon as a mound of ice cream was within her reach the model buried her face into it. A rainbow of dairy went spraying into the air as Nue started to gobble the spread, slurping down the frozen treat as fast as she could. Inhaling it, she tossed aside the bowl, holding her head up long enough for a shot to be taken before shoving her greedy maw into the next offering of treats.

The next few hours would continue like this. Cameras would flicker and flash as the crew struggled to keep up with Nue's eating. It was hard enough to match her ravenous pace, but making sure they dodged the crumbs and splatters of sugar that flew from her face was even harder. What pictures weren't of her stuffing her face were mixed with shots of her tremendous body, her ham-like arms squeezing her stomach and chest, or her hips wobbling her fat ass to flaunt her five foot wide rear. Huffing, a myriad of confections dripping down her cheeks and chins as she lifted her face from the final bowl, she burped, winking to the camera.

"Not bad for a snack, right?"

Ibuki, Sayaka and Kaede are fattened to near immobility during a concert due to a combination of an experiment of Miu going wrong and Junko's scheming.

"I-I can fix this, I can fix this!" Fingers darting back and forth on her phone, flipping switches and tapping buttons as fast as she could, Miu's worried grimace only grew worse as her actions seemed to only make the shocked gasps and screams of the crowd behind her grow even louder. Hunching her shoulders, the blonde scientist cast a glance over her shoulder to see if-

Yes, it was as bad as it sounded.

Amidst the ruins of a crushed grand piano, a flattened drum kit, and a snapped mic stand were three of Miu's classmates. The most musically gifted of all of Hope's Peak, Ibuki, Sayaka, and Kaede were suffering at the inventor's hands after a suggestion gone wrong.

After reviewing American musicians and their main appeals, the three had approached Miu hoping for a device that could make them appear more full figured on stage. It was an easy request, but strange enough to still fire up the young scientist to give it everything she had. Within just a week she'd come up with a nutritional supplement that would would give the girls something to help thicken them out for their performances. It was supposed to apply just a small amount of weight that would shed itself quickly once the performance was done.

This was not a small amount of weight and it was clearly not temporary.

The stage groaned as Kaede suffered another swell of growth. Wooden planks tensed as her belly oozed out further between her legs, sending the scraps of her ruined skirt fluttering farther away. There was a meaty slap as her thigh impacted against the swell of Ibuki's backside, the rocker giggling as she swelled again, humming to herself. At least one of them seemed to be enjoying themselves. The same could not be said for Sayaka, who was frantically waving her arms in an attempt to be seen as her breasts bloated even higher and blocked her face from sight.

Far in the back, dangling the real supplement between her fingers, Junko cackled to herself as she watched the others swell. Miu's supplement had been a fun base and she could never have accomplished this without it, but turning the effects up a thousand fold seemed so much more fun in the long run. Laughing as she tossed the vial over her shoulder, shattering the only possible cure, she hopped to her feet to cheer on the dough balls.

"Woooo!! Play Wonderwall!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Shuten smuggles food to Ibaraki in order to get around the diets their Master put them on in an effort to retain mobility amongst their Servants.
For as long as she could remember, Shuten Douji had thought herself one of the cruelest creatures to ever live. Having committed countless atrocities in defiance of laws both natural and man made, she hadn't thought anyone could surpass her heinousness. However, that had been proven wrong the day that the oni had seen the sign hanging above the cafeteria, a message that had sent even the bravest of Servants caving to their knees in despair.

"No more dessert."

It hung over them all like a guillotine, and many of them had waddled as fast as they could to argue against the decision with their Master. However, their redheaded leader had pointed at that their inability to keep up with her was the root of the problem and that this was an effort to try and keep some of them decently thin. It had sent many of the grumbling, off to ration what snacks they had left before the end of the night, but for others it was an opportunity.

Glancing around the corner from the kitchen, smiling as she saw no one approach, Shuten stepped forward. The decision to cut off the Servants from their precious sweets had clearly been a hasty one, and just as the Assassin had suspected the staff hadn't been able to get rid of all of the delicacies yet. A perfect chance for one of the few fatties that live in Chaldea that was still mobile. The oni's stomach didn't even fall to her knees and her hips were one of the few that could still fit through a single door. That gave her free reign of the facility, while a Servant thrice her weight would be stuck or lost in the halls.

Quickly striding, her plum hips swaying as she hummed to herself, the dark haired woman made her was as fast as she could. Reaching her room, she gave one last cautious glance over her shoulder before darting in and locking the door behind her.

"Sh-Shuten...?"

Shuten's perpetual grin grew wider as she heard the tired greeting. Flicking on the lights, she approached the massive mound placed atop a mattress, tugging the sweet laden cart after her. Setting a hand on a pale, doughy mountain, she glanced up at the triple chinned face and smiled. "Mmh, it is I. I hoped you had a good rest, you sweet pig."

Blinking the sleep from her eyes and stretching an arm as wide as Shuten's waist, Ibaraki yawned. The other oni was massive, easily competing for the title of biggest in Chaldea. Taking up half of Shuten's room, the yellow Beserker was practically a captive pet for the other woman, kept to feed and cuddle as Shuten wanted. Ibaraki had put up a fight months ago, but as all of Chaldea grew lazier and fatter she had found herself more willing to be fattened up by her best friend.

  A belch bubbling up as Shuten's grip tightened on her belly, the Beserker lazily scratched her stomach. "Don't call me a pig," she mumbled, a light blush on her puffy cheeks, "That's worse than banana..."

"A banana is long and thin, but you're anything but thin, aren't you?" Smirking as she traced circles on the oni's stomach, the Assassin uncovered the first of the dishes, letting the warm scent of banana cream drift up to her victim's nose. "But, we can give you a taste of that instead, pig." Instead of protest, Ibaraki's eyes locked onto the pie that was being offered to her, a telltale sign of drool coming from the corner of her mouth as it was wafted in her direction.

Giggling as she won over Ibaraki's full attention, the plum colored fatty hoisted up a leg built like a barrel. Her foot found purchase on one of Ibaraki's rolls of belly fat, sinking in as Shuten adjusted herself. Letting her free hand find more purpose on the gluttonous oni's stomach, she lifted herself up, crawling along Ibaraki's enormous figure to get to her head. Dragging her own body against the other's, fluffy skin brushing against each other, Shuten sat her massive ass down on one of Ibaraki's tits.

"Open wide." she cooed, holding up the entire pie to the Beserker's face. The blonde didn't even hesitate to shove her face into it, gobbling it down with a sound that was far too similar to an oink. Grinning as she felt Ibaraki devour her meal, even licking Shuten's fingers to get it all, she bounced her butt on the bloated breast she sat on.

There was no way she'd let Master take this away from her.

A massive, bottom heavy Astolfo trying to lose weight, but just ends up eating instead of exercising.

"One, two, three, four! I'm gonna fit right through that door!" A massively chubby arm pumped into the air, the dumb bell in its hand sending a soft mist of sweat into the air. "Five, six, seven, eight! I'm gonna lose a ton of weight!"

Cheering and giggling as he kept jogging in place, bouncing to the rhythm of his own song, Astolfo flexed his arms. For most servants it had been a travesty that Master had said they'd wanted their Servants to slim down, but the Rider took that as an opportunity to make her happy. He'd always done his best since arriving to show his overwhelming love and support for their Master, and instead of rebelling against her harsh choice he had embraced it to be the fit and trim young man he'd been when they'd met.

That was far easier said than done.

Giving his arm one more pump, Astolfo let the weight drop from his hands, falling backwards as he landed on his set of chairs. His ass, barely contained in gym shorts, rolled back to threaten the integrity of three seats, spilling over and around them as his fatty buns bloated across them. Spreading his legs and letting his belly fall between his massive thighs, the boy picked up a towel and dabbed at his face, clearing away some of the slick sweat on his brow. Despite having the most energy out of any Servant, Astolfo was still well on his way to being the fattest. His blubbery body was enormous, his stomach falling well past his knees and a pair of hips that some double doors could barely admit through. The Rider was shaped like a doughy, wobbling bell, a joke that was rang with most of the other servants when they watched his hips swing.

Still struggling to catch his breath after his intense workout, Astolfo reached off to the side. Amongst all the workout equipment he'd known he'd need, he'd brought with him plenty of treats to keep his energy up through it all too. Cracking open a can of cola, Astolfo held back his ponytail as he tilted his head back, chugging from the can. His neck bulged as he downed it all, barely needing two swallows before it was gone. Belching, he was already rubbing his stomach, relaxing in his chairs as he glanced at the clock.

"Hmmmm..." Tapping his chins as he did some calculation in his head, the pinkette beamed, giggling. "There, five minutes of exercise is plenty! It only takes me a couple of seconds to eat a whole meal, so if I eat all my lunch within a minute, then I'll have burned five times that many calories!"

Lugging himself to his feet, adjusting his shorts and beaming at his head work, the Rider wobbled around all his discarded exercise equipment to head to the cafeteria. He'd worked hard, but now he had to eat at least a dozen burgers in under a minute. The real challenge was starting now.

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Lucoa from Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid learns about all you can eat buffets and eats all she can.

"Shwota-kwun... mmph... hmmpf... why did wou nevar tell me... hfff... that there were sho mwany fheasts now! I would have... mmmhh... come mwore ofshen!"

Wincing as another fleck of barbecue sauce flew past his face, Shota tried to sink further into the booth, hoping that against all odds no one would see him with his caretaker. It was embarrassing enough to be seen with her usually with how she treated him, but if anyone he knew spotted him it would ruin his reputation forever. Not that he had much of one; Lucoa's doting had obliterated any social standing at school, yet this spectacle was on a whole new level. Only a month ago the young wizard had introduced the South American dragon to the idea of an all you can eat buffet. The Aztec goddess had been delighted by the idea of having so many meals at one's disposal, and now it was a lunchtime tradition to visit at least one every day.

Shota shivered. Would she need two soon?

With the blonde's figure, it wouldn't be surprising. Overflowing from a booth seat meant for three, Shota had to pull his legs up to stop from bumping into the ever gut growing under. Having long since crossed the quarter ton mark, Lucoa was enormous. Her hips spilling out from the sides, poorly contained in her jean shorts as cheeks the size of couch cushions threatened their integrity. Her stomach spilled out uncovered across her lap, a dome of dough that was split in half by the table, rolling down to her knees and only going farther and farther as she stuffed it even fuller. All of this paled to her chest, however, the massive pair of breasts where most of her growth had gone. Each one on their own weighed twice as much as Shota did himself, turning her biggest top into little more than a bikini. They lay across the table, just short of reaching farther than Lucoa's arms, and took up enough space that the dragon had to lean and stretch for every morsel of food. Every little nudge from her elbows sent them wobbling, forcing Shota to keep his eyes up on her rounded face.

Gripping a fistful of boneless wings her her plump hand, Lucoa's elaborate eyes squeezed shut in joy as she shoved them in her mouth, her chubby cheeks swelling to the brim with food. "Well," Shota mumbled, hands in his lap as the blonde continued to stuff and glut herself. "I didn't think you enjoy them this much. I guess it's because you're..." He was cut off as a belch boomed out from Lucoa, the dragon leaning back to let it out. It was quickly stifled as her sauce covered lips were crammed full again with meat. Humming around the meal, she licked her lips, peering at Shota.

"N-Nothing." he murmured. The wizard had planned on calling her a gluttonous demon for her behavior, but didn't have the heart. Taking the last bite out of his own meal, a meager salad with bacon, he slid out of the booth. Their lunches together were so common that some parts of their daily ritual doesn't need to be explained anymore.

Licking the last of the sauce from her lips and wiping her fingers on a napkin, Lucoa turned in her seat. It was far from a graceful moment, belly rubbing against the table as her bosom bounced atop it, but she managed to face Shota. Leaning out with her arms outstretched she let the young boy take her hands. Planting his feet on the booth Shota sucked in a breath and tugged with all his might. Slowly, Lucoa's hips wiggled inch by inch, bulging out of the seat like rising dough as her charge worked with her to free her. Kicking her legs, she helped as best she could, slowly managing to edge herself over to him.

With one more pull from Shota Lucoa had broken free, and the young wizard resigned himself to what had to happen next. Closing his eyes as he stepped backwards, heat rushed to his face as the dragon wobbled forward, wrapping him in a hug. She pulled him close into her bosom and smothered him into her cleavage, his entire head disappearing between them as his body was squished against her gut. Humming as she stroked his hair she smiled warmly down at him, pulling him up just enough to see his eyes.

"Now then, Shota-kun, are you ready for our second lunch?"



Nue Houjuu at her biggest size ever, even larger than when she was at her biggest on your blog, doing a photo shoot where she acts like a pig while eating.

The camera crew waited with baited breath as they stood outside the studio they'd been invited too. They'd been told that they were here to shoot for one of the biggest plus sized models in the world, and with changing trends, this could be the break of their career. It might have helped if they'd thought more on the innuendo of the job listing, as biggest wasn't just a descriptor for their client's popularity.

After a few more moments they were waved inside by the studio manager who told them to be prepared to use their wide lenses. Laughing at what they thought was a joke, the laughter died as they turned to to see who was laying on the white studio floor.

Resting on her side against the white backdrop curtain was a woman of titanic proportions. The eight man camera crew barely weighed as much as half of her combined, her belly alone as hefty as their group. Her massive stomach flooded out in front of her, nine feet around and bumping against the tripods. Her hips flared even at her massive weight, the wall groaning as she shifted to greet the team. It looked as though red and blue silk curtains had been wrapped around her waist and chest, allowing her to keep her modesty and very little else. Resting her triple chinned face on a breast as large as an exercise ball, dark hair framing a playful grin, she lifted her tree sized leg and waved her foot in a playful greeting. "I thought you all were never going to show," she huffed, rolling her eyes, "Seriously, I've been eating nothing but cupcakes for the last twenty minutes just until you were all ready, so I wasn't full for the shoot."

After taking a moment to pick their jaws off the floor, the camera crew set to work. In moments they had begun setting up around the whale of a woman, placing their equipment in the corner of the room just to make sure they could capture all of her in frame. It didn't help that as they walked around her, Nue would blow kisses or wink whenever the crew glanced her way, hands roaming down to pat the sides of her biblical stomach and giving it a shake to send tremors along her whole body. Giggling whenever someone blushed at that, clearly she was someone that reveled in her heft.

As the crew got into their positions the studio staff were busy with their tasks. Through the doors nearby came bowl after bowl of food. Haphazardly tossed into them was pastries, ice cream, and other sweet treats that were spilled like slop into their containers. The scent of sugar was overwhelming, but while everyone else was recoiling from the overwhelming smell, the caustic air was only making the model smile wider. She seemed barely able to hold herself back from diving into her meal.

"I hope you're ready by now?" Tearing her eyes away from the delicacies and back to her crew, the last of the cameras were angled properly, prompting a thumbs up from the director. Licking her lips as camera shots started to go off, her silky skin caught under the bright lights as the flashed along her elephantine side, Nue giggled. "It's about damn time."

Rolling off of her side and onto the stomach, the walls rattled from the impact as the gargantuan woman came to rest on her stomach. Laughing as she wobbled, her massive rear quaking as the cameras struggled to capture even half of it in frame. Resting her chin on a breast, Nue gleefully reached out with her titanic arms to pull as many bowls as she could closer to herself. As soon as a mound of ice cream was within her reach the model buried her face into it. A rainbow of dairy went spraying into the air as Nue started to gobble the spread, slurping down the frozen treat as fast as she could. Inhaling it, she tossed aside the bowl, holding her head up long enough for a shot to be taken before shoving her greedy maw into the next offering of treats.

The next few hours would continue like this. Cameras would flicker and flash as the crew struggled to keep up with Nue's eating. It was hard enough to match her ravenous pace, but making sure they dodged the crumbs and splatters of sugar that flew from her face was even harder. What pictures weren't of her stuffing her face were mixed with shots of her tremendous body, her ham-like arms squeezing her stomach and chest, or her hips wobbling her fat ass to flaunt her five foot wide rear. Huffing, a myriad of confections dripping down her cheeks and chins as she lifted her face from the final bowl, she burped, winking to the camera.

"Not bad for a snack, right?"

Ibuki, Sayaka and Kaede are fattened to near immobility during a concert due to a combination of an experiment of Miu going wrong and Junko's scheming.

"I-I can fix this, I can fix this!" Fingers darting back and forth on her phone, flipping switches and tapping buttons as fast as she could, Miu's worried grimace only grew worse as her actions seemed to only make the shocked gasps and screams of the crowd behind her grow even louder. Hunching her shoulders, the blonde scientist cast a glance over her shoulder to see if-

Yes, it was as bad as it sounded.

Amidst the ruins of a crushed grand piano, a flattened drum kit, and a snapped mic stand were three of Miu's classmates. The most musically gifted of all of Hope's Peak, Ibuki, Sayaka, and Kaede were suffering at the inventor's hands after a suggestion gone wrong.

After reviewing American musicians and their main appeals, the three had approached Miu hoping for a device that could make them appear more full figured on stage. It was an easy request, but strange enough to still fire up the young scientist to give it everything she had. Within just a week she'd come up with a nutritional supplement that would would give the girls something to help thicken them out for their performances. It was supposed to apply just a small amount of weight that would shed itself quickly once the performance was done.

This was not a small amount of weight and it was clearly not temporary.

The stage groaned as Kaede suffered another swell of growth. Wooden planks tensed as her belly oozed out further between her legs, sending the scraps of her ruined skirt fluttering farther away. There was a meaty slap as her thigh impacted against the swell of Ibuki's backside, the rocker giggling as she swelled again, humming to herself. At least one of them seemed to be enjoying themselves. The same could not be said for Sayaka, who was frantically waving her arms in an attempt to be seen as her breasts bloated even higher and blocked her face from sight.

Far in the back, dangling the real supplement between her fingers, Junko cackled to herself as she watched the others swell. Miu's supplement had been a fun base and she could never have accomplished this without it, but turning the effects up a thousand fold seemed so much more fun in the long run. Laughing as she tossed the vial over her shoulder, shattering the only possible cure, she hopped to her feet to cheer on the dough balls.

"Woooo!! Play Wonderwall!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Shuten smuggles food to Ibaraki in order to get around the diets their Master put them on in an effort to retain mobility amongst their Servants.
For as long as she could remember, Shuten Douji had thought herself one of the cruelest creatures to ever live. Having committed countless atrocities in defiance of laws both natural and man made, she hadn't thought anyone could surpass her heinousness. However, that had been proven wrong the day that the oni had seen the sign hanging above the cafeteria, a message that had sent even the bravest of Servants caving to their knees in despair.

"No more dessert."

It hung over them all like a guillotine, and many of them had waddled as fast as they could to argue against the decision with their Master. However, their redheaded leader had pointed at that their inability to keep up with her was the root of the problem and that this was an effort to try and keep some of them decently thin. It had sent many of the grumbling, off to ration what snacks they had left before the end of the night, but for others it was an opportunity.

Glancing around the corner from the kitchen, smiling as she saw no one approach, Shuten stepped forward. The decision to cut off the Servants from their precious sweets had clearly been a hasty one, and just as the Assassin had suspected the staff hadn't been able to get rid of all of the delicacies yet. A perfect chance for one of the few fatties that live in Chaldea that was still mobile. The oni's stomach didn't even fall to her knees and her hips were one of the few that could still fit through a single door. That gave her free reign of the facility, while a Servant thrice her weight would be stuck or lost in the halls.

Quickly striding, her plum hips swaying as she hummed to herself, the dark haired woman made her was as fast as she could. Reaching her room, she gave one last cautious glance over her shoulder before darting in and locking the door behind her.

"Sh-Shuten...?"

Shuten's perpetual grin grew wider as she heard the tired greeting. Flicking on the lights, she approached the massive mound placed atop a mattress, tugging the sweet laden cart after her. Setting a hand on a pale, doughy mountain, she glanced up at the triple chinned face and smiled. "Mmh, it is I. I hoped you had a good rest, you sweet pig."

Blinking the sleep from her eyes and stretching an arm as wide as Shuten's waist, Ibaraki yawned. The other oni was massive, easily competing for the title of biggest in Chaldea. Taking up half of Shuten's room, the yellow Beserker was practically a captive pet for the other woman, kept to feed and cuddle as Shuten wanted. Ibaraki had put up a fight months ago, but as all of Chaldea grew lazier and fatter she had found herself more willing to be fattened up by her best friend.

  A belch bubbling up as Shuten's grip tightened on her belly, the Beserker lazily scratched her stomach. "Don't call me a pig," she mumbled, a light blush on her puffy cheeks, "That's worse than banana..."

"A banana is long and thin, but you're anything but thin, aren't you?" Smirking as she traced circles on the oni's stomach, the Assassin uncovered the first of the dishes, letting the warm scent of banana cream drift up to her victim's nose. "But, we can give you a taste of that instead, pig." Instead of protest, Ibaraki's eyes locked onto the pie that was being offered to her, a telltale sign of drool coming from the corner of her mouth as it was wafted in her direction.

Giggling as she won over Ibaraki's full attention, the plum colored fatty hoisted up a leg built like a barrel. Her foot found purchase on one of Ibaraki's rolls of belly fat, sinking in as Shuten adjusted herself. Letting her free hand find more purpose on the gluttonous oni's stomach, she lifted herself up, crawling along Ibaraki's enormous figure to get to her head. Dragging her own body against the other's, fluffy skin brushing against each other, Shuten sat her massive ass down on one of Ibaraki's tits.

"Open wide." she cooed, holding up the entire pie to the Beserker's face. The blonde didn't even hesitate to shove her face into it, gobbling it down with a sound that was far too similar to an oink. Grinning as she felt Ibaraki devour her meal, even licking Shuten's fingers to get it all, she bounced her butt on the bloated breast she sat on.

There was no way she'd let Master take this away from her.

A massive, bottom heavy Astolfo trying to lose weight, but just ends up eating instead of exercising.

"One, two, three, four! I'm gonna fit right through that door!" A massively chubby arm pumped into the air, the dumb bell in its hand sending a soft mist of sweat into the air. "Five, six, seven, eight! I'm gonna lose a ton of weight!"

Cheering and giggling as he kept jogging in place, bouncing to the rhythm of his own song, Astolfo flexed his arms. For most servants it had been a travesty that Master had said they'd wanted their Servants to slim down, but the Rider took that as an opportunity to make her happy. He'd always done his best since arriving to show his overwhelming love and support for their Master, and instead of rebelling against her harsh choice he had embraced it to be the fit and trim young man he'd been when they'd met.

That was far easier said than done.

Giving his arm one more pump, Astolfo let the weight drop from his hands, falling backwards as he landed on his set of chairs. His ass, barely contained in gym shorts, rolled back to threaten the integrity of three seats, spilling over and around them as his fatty buns bloated across them. Spreading his legs and letting his belly fall between his massive thighs, the boy picked up a towel and dabbed at his face, clearing away some of the slick sweat on his brow. Despite having the most energy out of any Servant, Astolfo was still well on his way to being the fattest. His blubbery body was enormous, his stomach falling well past his knees and a pair of hips that some double doors could barely admit through. The Rider was shaped like a doughy, wobbling bell, a joke that was rang with most of the other servants when they watched his hips swing.

Still struggling to catch his breath after his intense workout, Astolfo reached off to the side. Amongst all the workout equipment he'd known he'd need, he'd brought with him plenty of treats to keep his energy up through it all too. Cracking open a can of cola, Astolfo held back his ponytail as he tilted his head back, chugging from the can. His neck bulged as he downed it all, barely needing two swallows before it was gone. Belching, he was already rubbing his stomach, relaxing in his chairs as he glanced at the clock.

"Hmmmm..." Tapping his chins as he did some calculation in his head, the pinkette beamed, giggling. "There, five minutes of exercise is plenty! It only takes me a couple of seconds to eat a whole meal, so if I eat all my lunch within a minute, then I'll have burned five times that many calories!"

Lugging himself to his feet, adjusting his shorts and beaming at his head work, the Rider wobbled around all his discarded exercise equipment to head to the cafeteria. He'd worked hard, but now he had to eat at least a dozen burgers in under a minute. The real challenge was starting now.