Food Wars: Erina and Hisako's Deal (Patreon)

Tags: Extreme weight gain, gas, light to mild slob

I'm a little behind on prompts, but still wanted to get something out for you all! So enjoy the Comm that I finished earlier this month! I didn't want you all to go without content. Prompts coming soon!

“Erina, It is time that we start putting your God Tongue to good use!” Senzaemon Nakiri said, arms folded. Though Erina’s grandfather was stern and commanding as always, the intention behind his decision was obvious. Erina had already guessed it by the time he spoke. “You have been given a gift by the gods and we will continue to hone it!” The blonde woman nodded, her long hair falling over her ears and shoulders. Erina mimicked her grandfather’s sternness and ceremony. Tradition lived long in the Nakiri family and she would not be the one to break it. “You will take part as a judge in every food war that is to happen on campus. Your gifted tongue will be the guiding light for the other students and their development.” The old man spoke with his arms crossed, flexing the rippling muscles underneath his traditional garb. 

“I’m happy to accept this honor.” Erina bowed lower than before. She pressed her fingers into her skirt, trying to keep her shapely thighs. Erina had a wonderful figure. She was taller than average, but not to a point where it became unfeminine. Though she was icy and severe often, that only heightened her attractiveness. She was an unobtainable ingredient, something out of reach for everyone on earth. She straightened, pressing down her shirt over her luscious breasts in order to smooth out a wrinkle. For however absurdly muscular her grandfather was, Erina matched it with her equally baffling curves. 

“Of course, certain precautions must be taken.” The old sage nodded, drawing forth two necklaces from his pockets. They were old but expertly carved with a jade carving as their most prominent decoration. One of the jade pieces showed a crane taking flight and the other was of a lounging hippo. “If you are to consume so much food, we must protect your body.” The old man quickly looped the crane necklace around Erina and then pressed the hippo into her palm. “These will help mitigate the calories you consume. A portion of everything you eat will be transferred to whoever wears the other.” Senzaemon sighed. “It is a heavy burden for the other person, but it is best to ensure that you are able to nurture your gift without destroying your body in the process. 

“But, who could I possibly ask. . .”

“Ah, Erina-sama.” A small voice popped into the back of the room. The blonde turned to see her closest friend and servant, Hisako, entering. She was of a similar height to Erina, though her meek nature made her seem shorter. Hisako was a beautiful flower, but her beauty served to enhance Erina’s own. “I believe that I can help with that.” Hisako spoke, bowing several times. Though she was trying to mitigate the awkward tension in the room, her constant deference only seemed to heighten it. “I will be happy to sacrifice my body for yours. I want to see your talent become the best that it can be.” There was a soft twinkle in Hisako’s eyes, a mixture of love and duty. “I will make sure that not one single extra pound touches your beautiful figure!” Hisako brought her fist up, making her pink, bob-cut hair swish. 

“I. . .how could I ask you to do this?” Erina asked. 

“You don’t even have to.” Hisako smiled. She slowly unfurled Erina’s hand, taking the clutched necklace. “Erina,” Hisako started as she put the necklace over her neck. “I’ll just make you accept that I’m doing this!” Hisako summoned the sort of reckless courage that she had seen Soma demonstrate so many times. It was scary, the thought of what might happen to her body. She was going to gain weight, that much was assured. However, her bond with Erina went far deeper than just skin and attractiveness. The jade emblem of the hippo bounced on her chest. “Besides, I can just work the calories off with cooking!” 

“Thank you, Hisako.” Erina bowed before hugging her friend. Both women blushed as their soft bodies collided. In the back of their minds, each thought about how one of those bodies was about to get far softer. “I will try not to punish you.” Erina said, returning to her stoic demeanor as the hug ended.

“With that settled, I will pass on the news of you becoming a permanent judge.” Senzaemon walked briskly out of the room, the two women following behind. None of the trio realized just what had been set in motion. 

--- Chapter 2 ---

“I’m sorry, Hisako.” Erina whispered as she looked down at the plate in front of her. Fried chicken fresh from the pan had been placed there, with mashed potatoes drizzled in butter resting next to it. Though exquisitely cooked, the food was obviously lousy with calories and fat. The ice queen of Totsuki Academy grasped her stomach, feeling where the obvious weight should be going. However, no matter how much she stuffed herself with food from the Shokugekis, no soft pudge would ever find its way onto her middle. That burden was for another. “Please forgive me.” Erina offered a silent, embarrassed prayer as she began to eat. At the same time, though several rooms away, Hisako felt her stomach growing heavier. 

The rosy haired woman had been working on her own supper, cooking to the best of her ability. While she had only been working on some simple sushi rolls, the constant jiggle running through her body made things difficult. Her stomach had grown large enough to touch the counter, reaching out for any support. It was a plump pile of dough, matching the rest of her body. She had easily put on 30 pounds in several months. Though she only ate her normal amount, she was absorbing the calories for two people. The cruel twist of the necklace was that she still needed to eat. Though she absorbed the weight that Erina was supposed to put on, none of the nutrition or energy came with it. “Judge well, Erina.” Hisako sighed, cradling her stomach for a second. The true fatness of her body showed itself as she moved. Puffy arms that filled the sleeves of her sweater pushed against her breasts that had become noticeable for the first time in her life. Now closer to 180 than her original weight, Hisako was growing out of her clothes at a stupendous rate. 

“Erina. . .” Hisako sighed, clutching the hippo necklace. It was more than representative of what she would eventually become. As it turned out, the ancient sages who had carved and infused the jade with magic had been flattering in the depiction. At least hippos were highly mobile. A shiver went down Hisako’s spine as she felt her stomach continuing to grow heavier. Whatever Erina pushed through her mouth, whatever she sampled would find its way onto her body. Yet, amidst the heaviness, something else was blossoming. Resolve. “. . .Please do your best!” Hisako yelled to her dorm room, turning her chubby face up to the ceiling. 

Far away, Erina continued to munch on the food presented to her. She was already working through the second plate: a heaping burger with fries littered around the side. It seemed that everything had been littered in cheese sauce. Erina scooped up the immense burger and shoved the first bite into her mouth. She groaned, enjoying the taste but hating what it would do to Hisako. It was such a shame that the two chefs had decided to argue over who was the better American food specialist. . .

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“Hisako? Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Erina asked Hisako a month after the deal had been struck. The blonde woman’s conscience was weighing nearly as heavily as the fat upon the secretary. “I would be happy to take the necklaces off. We could go back to normal!” Erina stood from her chair, uncomfortable with even watching her friend waddle into the room. Hisako's normal walk was starting to crumble. It was not yet a waddle, but it was obvious the route her gait was taking. She was gaining weight faster than her body could adapt to it. Fat flooded onto her, pushing her weight above 230, but her muscles lagged behind. As such, Hisako’s confident stride had slowed.

“No. . .I couldn’t!” Hisako had to take a small break before finishing her sentence. The walk to Erina’s spacious room had tired her. She walked with her stomach and breasts leading the way, leaning back to compensate for their weight. Her gut pushed at the buttons upon her shirt, testing their limits. Though Erina had paid for a team of seamstresses to be constantly updating Hisako’s wardrobe, they remained a size behind. Between steps Hisako would nervously tug down her skirt, trying to keep her butt from pushing it up. Each of her assets seemed to be in constant competition for what should grow the most. One week her breasts would gorge themselves upon calories, ballooning up a cup size or two. The next it would be her rear’s turn to begin to devour chairs and her panties. “Erina-sama, I must. . .whew. . .help you!” Hisako wiped her sweaty forehead with a chubby arm. 

“Are you sure?” Erina fidgeted uncomfortably where she stood. Hisako made her way past slowly, needing to reach a seat. She took an ornate chair which belonged to one of Erina’s heirloom desks. Hisako flopped into it, her stomach bouncing as she settled in. Both women winced as the antique chair cracked in several places. While the nails and wood would hold, it was one untimed lean away from destruction. “I’m sure that this has to be a heavy toll on you.” Erina spoke but clapped a hand over her mouth as the inadvertent pun slipped out. Her heart beat, afraid she might offend her loyal secretary.  

“Heavy in more ways than one, I think.” Hisako put on an embarrassed smile and grasped her belly with both hands. Fat filled the space between her thumb and forefinger. Donut rolls of gooey pudge sprang to life, summoned by their master’s touch. Hisako jiggled the fat, lost in thought for a moment. Erina was too afraid to speak. “It’s fine though.” Hisako looked up from her stomach. “Whatever weight I put on, I know it’s making you the best you can be!” She smiled broadly and genuinely, her eyes shining. 

“Thank you! I will try to hone my talent as quickly as I can.” Erina took Hisako’s plump hands. Both women blushed, heat rising in their bodies. Erina, breaking from her usual stoicism, squeezed her secretary’s hands. Hisako jumped, not expecting such warmth from her boss. The movement made her breasts and stomach leap up and crash back down into a puddle of jiggles. She blushed and tried to pull away, but Erina held her tightly. “Hisako, if you ever need anything during this, please reach out. That’s the least I can do.” 

“Thank you, Erina-sama, but I’m fine!” Hisako chanced a soft hug, squishing the thin woman into her burgeoning folds. Though huge compared to what she was currently, her current weight would pale in comparison as to what would come. 

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Erina sat at the judges table, looking between the fat laden stew and the entrance to the cooking hall. The lights had been dimmed to better focus on the chefs as well as the judges. However, even through the glare of the stage, Erina could still see the door open and a large shape lumber in. Hisako had arrived in all her mass. The pink haired woman waddled slowly, moving in order to not disturb the proceedings. The care she took in moving only served to highlight how much weight she had gained. From 230 pounds up to 500, the contests and the calories they brought had ravaged her. The months that had passed by came with unending food wars and constant weight gain. Each pound hung heavily on Hsiako’s body and Erina’s soul, though it was easier to see the effects of the former. The chef uniform and apron she wore were all in various states of disrepair because of her obesity. 

Buttons had burst from her cleavage, showing off the bouncing breasts that the necklace had blessed her with. However conservative and shy Hisako might have been, there was no chance of maintaining modesty with such ripe cantaloupes. Her double rolled belly sucked the fabric of her apron into the sweaty cavern. The apron served little purpose besides absorbing the copious amounts of sweat which dripped from her rolls. That sweat was present upon the sweatpants she wore, which came into view as she turned to waddle towards an empty seat. Hefty sacks of blubber knocked together like ocean buoys, sloshing as though they were filled with jello. Erina could see the line of sweat which ran between Hisako’s asscheeks. She winced as the other woman waddled towards her seat, having to push past other students. Each step showed how heavy and humongous Hisako had grown. Yet, it was the life she had chosen. All inservice of Erina’s dreams and goals. 

“I will not waste this.” Erina whispered, clutching the crane necklace. It was warm to the touch and she thought she saw a similar glow from out where Hisako sat. Erina began to eat, tipping the bowl of stew back and beginning to slurp down the contents. The chef who had prepared it had spared no expense. Gloriously soft, marbled beef floated as icebergs in a sea of broth. Erina all but chugged it down, bringing the food into her mouth as quickly as she could. The god tongue made it such that she could parse through the history of these ingredients, feeling the supple butter that had been massaged into the meat and then used to fry the veggies. She did not need supernatural tasting abilities to recognize the skill which had gone into the food. Nor did she need it to understand the calories within the bowl. Erina ate, chugging down broth in an effort to wash away the knowledge of what would happen to her friend. 

From out in the audience, Hisako grabbed her stomach. Her arms pushed through heavy breasts and flabby love handles in order to reach the center mass. Hisako cradled her warm and swampy stomach, not minding the rips in her uniform nor the sweat pooling in her roles. Her eyes glistened, hopeful and alive as she watched her employer and closest friend. “Come on Erina-sama, learn all you can.” The feeling of fullness was starting again, making her stomach roll and balloon with invisible food. As the power of the necklaces had waxed fuller, Hisako had noticed bloating would occur whenever Erina would eat. It was like the two shared a stomach. Rather, it was like Erina’s siphoned off into hers. Hisako was becoming the end point for calories and other negatives of a rapacious appetite. Erina went for another helping of stew, the dish was so delicious she could not resist. Hisako politely folded her hands atop the uppermost roll of her gut, feeling the bloating. She shifted and shimmied massive buttcheeks. The dough bags compressed outward with pressure, flooding over to bother other students who sat next to her. Hisako offered no apologies. The state of her body was just and appropriate; a tool to uplift Erina-sama. 

--- Chapter 3 ---

“There’s absolutely no way I’m eating that!” Erina scoffed, turning her nose up at the bizarre food presented to her. Soma, with his spiky red hair and confident demeanor, pushed the plate forward. “Soma, there is no way that spicy watermelon is good!” The heiress stamped her foot. 

“Trust me! It’s fantastic. All the best parts of watermelon. . .with just a little kick.” Soma pushed the plate forward, giving Erina a thumbs up with his other hand. The plate hovered ever closer to Erina. She did not bend, refusing to try the heinous looking food. For every three of Soma’s successes, there was a failure waiting in the wings. Besides, Erina had someone else to think of. “Hisako, what do you think?” 

“BBBLOOOORRRUUUP. . .uuuhhm. . .I say. . .” Hisako’s voice was slow and strained. The waddle into the meeting room had been sorely taxing for her 700 pound body. Spread across three chairs, she fanned her face with an expensive napkin. Her large breasts sloshed back and forth. What was supposed to be a trendy but conservative shirt had become grossly distorted by her breasts and gut. A neckline had appeared from the sheer weight of her breasts, which tugged at the shirt with a relentless desire for freedom. They had earned that freedom, now swinging almost nakedly. They rolled upon a wet gut, saturated with sweat. Hisako tried to fan and wipe the beads of perspiration away, but they were quickly replaced. The impotent flapping of her hands sent jiggles through the rest of her body. Her ass bounced and wobbled, though she sat completely still. For all the mess she had become, Hisako still remained true. “Erina-sama. . .it might be good.” She would not allow Erina to miss a chance to eat. 

The blonde looked back at her friend, trying to hide the pain in her heart. Hisako was pure blubber, a mess of unintentional movement. She wondered how the obese woman managed to dress or clean herself. By the look of the sweat stains seeping into her, whatever cleaning she was able to accomplish was swiftly undone. Erina whimpered internally, trying to steel herself. She was again caught between a direct request and doing what was right for her friend. “Fine. . .” Erina mumbled, unwilling to void what had been done for her. “Let me taste it.” She reached down to take the strange food concoction from Soma. 

“You’re going to love it!” Soma was eager. “I put my heart and soul into this, you’ve never had anything better.” The redhead grinned, teeth exposed. 

“We’ll see about that.” Erina huffed. For however cute she thought Soma was, he could not totally power through her icy walls. “This had better not kill me or Hisako.” The blonde took a fleeting look at her friend. Hisako gave a tepid thumbs up, already bracing herself for the calories to come. The bond between their stomachs was stronger than it had ever been. Erina’s own appetite had seemingly been drained into Hisoka. The blonde was never hungry while her secretary was eating constantly, neither ever truly feeling fullness. The same would be true for this meal, Erina knew. She leaned in and bit into the watermelon. Juice laden with strange spices rolled over her tongue and down her throat. As always, Soma proved to be the master. 

“Oh my.” Erina gave a rare comment. She looked at the treat and then back at her crush. She did not say anything further, instead taking a bigger bite of the spicy watermelon. Taste ran with the gushing juices, flooding her mouth. There was a confusing but wonderful feeling of cool-heat. She finished the first serving quickly, hand over her stomach. Her belly was trying to process what she had stuffed in. It grew more confused and concerned as the next piece started to hit it. Erina’s godly tongue tried to sift through the texture and taste, struggling to identify what it was sensing. “Soma. . .mmmgghp. . .what did you. . . mgghpm. . .do to this?” Erina asked, voice muffled by the food in her mouth and the hand hovering to hide it. 

“Come on, Miss God Tongue, see if you can identify it!” Soma had long been informed of the deal between Erina, her grandfather, and Hisako. Soma had decided to push Erina further. Judging the contests might help Erina with mundane foods, but it was Soma’s unique brand of cuisine that would push her further than ever. By extension, Hisako would be pushed as well, but in a way that no one would see. 

Hisako had felt the normal tightening and bloating that came when Erina started in on a meal. This time, however, there was something else. A fire was building in Hisako’s gut, stoked by each of the bites that Erina took. Though Hisako had heard the watermelon had been mixed with spices, she did not truly understand the implications until the link between her and Erina fired up. The bloating happened at a faster rate than usual, with something added beyond the normal calories. Rather than comforting and filling, Hisako’s bloating had a sickening quality to it. There was a wrongness to the food being shoved into her via the necklaces. “Uhhm. . .Erina-sama?” Hisako made a rare comment. She put her hands to her stomach, feeling her gut churn. Under the two folds of her gut heat and movement were stirring. Erina shoved a piece of watermelon in, almost not even chewing it. The heiress was dead set on completing the tasting challenge, forgetting about Hisako in the face of Soma’s food. Hisako was left to watch the stuffing unfold, unable to do anything about her pained gut. 

“Oooooohhhh. . .Erina. . .I don’t. . .feel too good.” Hisako doubled over, her stomach not agreeing with the food. Her vast stomach sagged further between her widely spaced legs. The chairs which she rested upon groaned as her bulk flooded forward. Sweat, now running in torrents down the ailing woman, pooled on the floor under her. A deep and unsettling grumble ran through Hisako’s belly as she rocked back and forth. It was loud enough to cause Soma and Erina to glance away from the watermelon for a moment, but not enough to stop them. The oily feeling within Hisako built further, needing some sort of release. As the seconds passed, the ailment became ever more clear. Hisako, fueled by the dubious meal, was getting gassy. 

“Erina. . .Soma. . .I think I’m. . .bbbbblllluuurrruuup.” Hisako gave a belch, trying to vent off the gas building within her. She was afraid of speaking further, the thought that any more gas might escape was a nightmare to her. Instead, she wrapped her thick, soft arms around her gut and tried to hold and compress the gas. The plan was well meant, but it ensured that the gas would escape in the most embarrassing way possible. Leaning over, her stomach under intense duress, and her ass pointed up all combined to create the worst situation for Hisako. FFFRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPTTTT! Her stomach churned as the gas was released, pouring out between the backs of the chairs. Instantly a hellacious smell spread through the room. Hisako coughed and gagged as the smell of her own flatulence wafted over her. Though massive, the far did little to alleviate the troubles within her belly. “I’m so. . .ooorrrrruuup. . .sorry. . .Erina-sama.” Hisako moaned before unleashing another blast. BBBBRRRRPPPTTTTHHH! 

Soma and Erina both turned coughing and gagging, the debate over spicy watermelon put aside for a time. They looked back to see Hisako trying to get up and excuse herself from the room. Her elephantine legs pushed and tensed. The floor seemed to flex under her, rather than allowing her to stand. The chairs bent and groaned. FRRRRRMMM-BRRRRRTT! More farts came as Hisako tried to stand. Her stomach swang like a bell, the farts acting in place of a toll. Soma and Erina started to walk forward, but were held in place by the worsening smell. BRRRRMMMMPPPPTT! Hisako’s buttcheeks only jiggled more as they were freed from the pressure of the chair. Once airborne, they were allowed to clap wildly as more gas was released. The sweats Hisako wore did little to slow their movement. The jiggles only picked up as Hisako started to leave. 

“Ooooh I’m. . .BBBLOOORRUUP. . . so sorry. . .UURRUUP. . . Erina-sama!” the secretary fled the room. Erina tried to put out a concerned hand, but reticence to show emotion stopped her. She watched Hisako wobbling down the hallway, flatulence marking her passing. With each plodding step, Erina’s heart sank. She held the necklace in her hand, knowing that she would have to put a stop to the insanity. No cooking prowess was worth the damage she was doing to her friend. 

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Despite her resolution, Erina was slow to act. Days and weeks went by, with food wars mounting. Though she tried to eat conservatively and only what was needed for proper judging, Hisako continued to balloon in weight. She avoided Soma’s food entirely, hoping that might curb the more repellent changes within her secretary. To her dismay, there seemed no way to fix Hisako. Flatulence came to mark Hisako’s existence more than her endearing service to Erina or her cooking skill. She was the one who let herself go, according to the students of the cooking academy. Erina would hear whispers, jokes, and rumors about Hisako. Though she tried to call out those who caused trouble, there seemed no end to the gossip. Through it all, Erina continued to judge the cooking wars. Though the food was delicious, it turned to ash in her mouth as she saw what it did to Hisako. Each meal was a further dagger into Erina’s heart. Finally, after another set of months passed, she had enough. It was time to free Hisako from the service she had undertaken. 

“Hisako?” Erina asked, peeking her head into the other woman’s room. In order to shield her from the comments of the ruder classmates, Erina had allowed Hisako to stay within the Nakiri estate. There she could be comfortably tended to whilst her body continued to soften. “Are you awake?” 

“BBBBLOOOOOORRRUUP. . .yesscch. . .Erina-sama.” From within the darkness of the room came a wet belch and labored speech. FFFFLLLLRRRRT! Moments later a large and resounding fart burst forth. Erina covered her nose and mouth with her sleeve, trying to avoid the toxic odor of the chef turned calorie sponge. Erina winced as she heard the sounds of Hisako trying to move. There was the twisting and grinding of a bed frame along with the accompanying huffs and sighs from Hisako. BRRRRMMMMPPPPPTTT! Another blast of gas raced through the room. “Oooh. . .BBBLOOORRRUUUP. . .schooorry. . .Erina. . .UURRRUUP. . .schama.” Hisako moaned, once again embarrassing herself. FFFRRRRMMMPPPT! She did not bothering to excuse the next fart. 

It was into this den of stink and slobbery that Erina walked. Rather unlike herself, she walked with her head a little bowed and her arms behind her back. Though the room was kept clean of trash by the numerous servants of the Nakiri household, there was no hope of removing the oppressive smell of Hisako’s flatulence or her slovenly body. Though she was bathed regularly, the power of the necklace had seen her body odor return faster than it should have. Erina was reminded of this as she stood at the foot of the rented bed, looking at the blob her friend had become. 

Hisako was spread across the entirety of the bed, bulging from all angles. There was not a spot on her that was untouched by blubber. Through the misty atmosphere created by her sweat and flatulence, Erina spied heaving breasts which lay atop two round and flabby gut rolls. Hisako’s gut pushed almost as far forward as her feet did, pushing her thick legs apart. She reclined upon expensive pillows, fully drenched in sweat and gas. Hisako’s appetite had grown so much that she was almost constantly eating in addition to the calories that she gained from Erina’s excess eating. The once spritely woman had become an immobile hog, fit only to rest her mass on the bed, eat, and grow fatter. 

Erina placed a hand on Hisako’s shoulder, feeling the wet dough. Beadlets of water ran between her fingers. She squeezed, trying to find the strength to stomach her friend’s stench and complete the task she had set out to accomplish. “It’s ok, Hisako.” She massaged the sacks of fat. Through the darkness of the room Erina looked for the necklace. It seemed lost within the blubber, missing under the constantly sliding folds. “Sorry, today one of the dishes was spicy curry. I tried to only eat a little bit.” Erina tried to remain formal, but kept her hand upon Hisako’s arm. She began to tense her body, ready to spring the moment she saw the jade necklace. “I couldn’t stop them from making it so spicy.” 

“That. . .” BBBBBLLLLLRRRRRT! Hisako’s butt blared out another foghorn-deep tone. The air around the two women rushed back, filled with heat and stench. “Makessscch sense.” Extreme bouts of gas always left her tired. She slumped back onto the pillows, her rolls once again adjusting. Her breasts fell further under her arms, stomach sliding further out, and her chins slumped down. Importantly, the falling of her neck pushed her necklace back into view. The tight chain slipped over top of one of the waves of neck fat, the hippo pendant flipping up and down as Hisako breathed heavily. 

Erina clenched a hand into a fist, trying to make herself ready. She knew it was now or never. Either she would lose her nerve or the necklace would be lost from sight again. Keeping one steady hand on Hisako’s pudding mass of an arm, she started to squat down. “Hisako. . .I think it’s time we made a change!” Erina said before leaping. Her jump carried her halfway up Hisako’s tonnage. Erina landed on her secretary’s upper chest, her legs kicking the air behind her. FFFFFLLLLLLRRRRRRT! A hellaciously loud fart was pushed out of Hisako, forced by the landing that Erina made. Further flatulence came when Erina started to wriggle forward. Her skinny body floundered across Hisako’s bed-breaking softness. Erina was the kind of woman that would accomplish anything that she set her mind to. She pushed through neck rolls and rivers of sweat to reach the necklace. Erina yanked it off with one hand, the other one searching for her own. “This has to stop!” The blonde yelled as she got off her mattress-like friend. 

“Erina. . .BBBOOOORRRUUP. . .wait. . .we sccchhould. . .HOOOLLLRRUUUP. . .” Hisako tried to slow the rash actions of her boss and friend. However, her throat was clogged by escaping gas. She tried to reach for the golden chains, but flat had made her arms stumpy and useless. From a face scrunched by jowls and bloated cheeks, she watched as Erina threw the necklaces on the ground and smashed them with her foot. The light within the two pendants sparked for a moment, but then was gone. There seemed to be a wind that was not the feeble air conditioning or one of Hisako’s tempest farts, but it was gone quickly. 

“There. . .now things can go back to normal.” Erina sighed. She slumped into a sitting position, back to Hisako’s bed. “I’m sorry Hisako, I just can’t have you sacrifice more for me.” Erina leaned her head against one of Hisako’s hips. Her hands were folded across her stomach. Already, Erina was feeling hunger returning to her. “We’ll see about you losing weight now. And I’ll talk to Grandfather about stopping the judging for the food wars.” Erina patted the sagging mass of sweaty, stinking blubber. Though she knew she had done the right thing, she was still uneasy. The grumbles in her stomach were only growing louder. 

--- Chapter 4 ---

“This must be really good if you are pigging out on it!” Soma leaned into Erina. His spiky red hair poked into floppy cheeks. A droplet of sweat from Erina’s cheek peeled off and ran onto one of Soma’s spikes. Though Erina’s chubby body was profusely sweating, the young man had no qualms about being close to her. This was the most she had enjoyed his cooking ever and he meant to take full advantage of that. It did not matter to him that his girlfriend’s stomach was pushing through the buttons on her shirt or popping the button of her skirt. If anything, Soma was happy to see the fruits of his cooking appearing on Erina’s body. Ever since the destruction of the necklaces, she had been craving his strange dishes. Though this was her third plate, Erina ate with the same gusto that she had begun the meal with. “Banana cream pie with hot honey is a winner, I take it?” Soma continued to prod, matching his words with a finger into Erina’s bouncing gut. 

“Jusscht. . .mmmgghmmph. . .making up for. . .mmmghph. . .losscht time!” Erina mumbled through her food. Though she was enjoying the strange food immensely, she did not want to give Soma the satisfaction. However, her actions betrayed her words. She scooped up the remaining half of the pie and dumped it into her mouth. The cream and spicy honey hit her mouth, exploding her tastes bud. She shivered from the sheer joy that was brought to her mouth by the food. The shiver worked its way down through her plumper body. The Nakiri heiress had gone from “ice queen” to “ice cream queen” in a disturbingly short amount of time. It seemed that every day she gained two or three pounds. The cosmic rebalancing since breaking the necklaces had increased her appetite and slowed her metabolism even more than it had for Hisako. The blonde was blowing up at an incredible rate. “Mmmgghhp. . .bbblluuurrup. . .necklacescches. . .messcched with my. . .appetite.” Erina grunted, leaning over her meal like it might try to escape. Beyond the rebalancing taking place, Erina was pushing herself to eat more. She wanted to set things right and serve her penance for the mess she had made of Hisako’s body. Though she might not be able to undo the damage that had been done, she could at least match Hisako.

“More please!” Erina pushed the food away, tugging on Soma’s shirt.

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“It’s such a shame what happened to her.” 

“She must have guilt over what happened to her friend.”

“I heard it was because she was disowned by her family.”

Rumors and gossip flew around the room as Erina waddled to the stage. Her image had been destroyed by the power of the necklace and the reckless magic she had unleashed. Erina had gained over 300 pounds and looked fit to gain another 300. She moved in a slow roll, her stomach sloshing back and forth. She put plump hands on her gut to try and contain it, as well as keep her shirt tucked in, but pale fat snuck out regardless. The auditorium slowly silenced, allowing the creaking of the floorboards underneath her to echo out. Erina could feel the floor shifting under her weight. Though not close to breaking, there was an obvious bend. Though her image as a cold and quiet ice queen had been melted by the continuous weight gain, Erina tried to hold her head proudly. Though obese and unkempt, she would maintain the dignity of the Nakiri family. This made it all the more embarrassing when her pillowy butt made contact with the pillow of her chair and a fart was released. BBBLLLLLRRRRRT! Erina ignored the sound as well as the snickers from students. 

Erina sat letting her 440 pounds spread across the chair. Her stomach overflowed onto the table. She tugged at her buttoned shirt, hoping that it might be coaxed into covering more of her girth, but it refused. Rather, it seemed as though her stomach was dead set on bloating further, pushing against the fraying strings which held her buttons. Though she tried to remain stoic, Erina felt the storm in her gut growing worse. The desire to devour more of Soma’s wildest, hottest creations had left her with the same gaseous problem that Hisako had. After some meals Erina felt as though she was more balloon than woman, filling with toxic flatulence. That flatulence was bound to escape, whether she liked it or not. BBBBFFFFRRRMMMPTTT! Erina farted again, feeling her flab rippling wildly as she moved.  In an attempt to cover the loud noise, she raised her arm and addressed the assembled crowd. “Let the. . .BBBOOORRUUUP. . .contest. . .uurrruup. .begin!” Her arm dropped and the culinary students began to work. The auditorium was soon filled with the sounds of furious cooking and people excitedly talking. It was enough to block the sound of Erina’s flatulence, but nothing could hide the smell. 

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“Erina-schama. . .BBBOOORRUUP. . .have I. . .uurrup. . .ruined you?” Hisako asked as she watched her friend roll into the room. Erina coasted in on a mobility scooter which looked only marginally less tired than she did. Erina slumped over the console, sweat pouring around her body. The uniform she was wearing had been absolutely obliterated by sweat and the rubbing of fat against fat. Her hair hung limp, weighed down by sweat and grease. Her white shirt had burst open many hours before, letting her paunch hang out and dribble down onto her lap. The tatters of her shirt had been thoroughly stained by food, with many stains continuing on to dot her body. Rather than an expensive purse, grocery bags full of food hung from her arms. The stuffed white bags spread out almost as far as her dimpled hips and thighs. The massive logs of fat jutted out several feet to either side, making it nearly impossible for the scooter to travel through anything less than a double door. 656 pounds of Erina had arrived to enjoy a meal with Hisako, though she had arrived decidedly late and unkempt. 

“NOT. . .BBBOOORRRRUUUP. . .uuugggh. . .at all!” Erina perked up as soon as she heard Hisako’s question. She gave a weak smile at her friend resting on the twin bariatric beds. The room was hazy with evaporating sweat from the two women. It lended a glowing quality to their skin, making them shine as they started their feast. Hisako suckled from feeding tubes on either side of her face, which pumped the most exquisite and expensive cream to her mouth. They had been installed by Erina. Though nominally to make sure that Hisako could eat whenever she wanted, it was also to test the system for herself. “Actually. . .MMMGGHPH. . .Hisscchako. . .mmgghp. . .I want to thank you.” Erina said, taking her face away from the open bags of snacks and fast food to speak. Within the darkness of Hisako’s room, Erina could let her inner glutton out without worry. She could belch, fart, and eat without worry of scrutiny. “This whole ordeal. . .mmmgghp. . .hascch helped me. . .understand. . .mmmghph. . .who I really am.” Erina smiled, food dribbling down her face. 

FRRRRRMMMMMPPPTT! “Oh, excuse me. . .” Hisako belted out a gigantic fart, strong enough to shake the room. She felt her blubber moving, the heavy sacks that had been created as part of her service to the Nakiri clan. They had been created specifically for Erina, as a way to keep her from the obesity she had now been plagued with. In a way, Hisako wondered if using the necklaces had only ensured that they would both end up gigantic slobs. BRRRRMMMPPPPTTT! Another fart ripped through the room. “Who. . .sscchllluruup. . .are you. . .BBBOOORRUUP. . .then?” Hisako asked, cream dribbling from her many chins.

“Someone who. . .mmgghp. . .will do anything for her friends.” Erina let one of the food bags slip from her fingers as she felt her gut. It was thick and bulging, with gas bubbling underneath. That same hand traveled around to her butt, scratching in an attempt to pull up her torn pants. She then looked at Hisako. There was not so much of a gulf between their weights now. Hisako might have been twice as big as Erina, but she would catch up soon. “But also someone. . .who likes food. . .mmmgghp. .. jusccht for the sake. . .mmmgghp. . .of eating!” Erina shoved her face into the bag of food and came back with a burger. She devoured it without ever touching it with her hands. Meat and sauce splattered in all directions, layering atop her massive gut. FFRRRRRPPPPPPTTT! Erina farted, working to lighten the load in her stomach. “And. . .BBOOORRUUP. . .I guess. . .BBOOORRUUPP. . . a total hog!” FFFLLLRRRRRTTT! Erina pushed another fart out, filling the room with her stink. The two girls laughed before returning to their food.

--- Epilogue ---

The day had finally come. Erina would be moved into Hisako’s room. The food challenges, extra meals, and midnight binges had finally become enough. The pink haired woman watched as a team of six healthcare professionals wheeled in a state of the art bariatric bed heaped with fat. Erina lay at the center, commanding the room with her bulk alone. She was massive, her body hanging over the bed with impunity. The bed that Erina rested on was bigger than the two which cradled Hisako, but the heiress made hers look tiny. The men and women struggled to push the heavy frame and the blob resting on top of it. Erina chugged feeding fluid from a tube, almost turned on by the experience. Fed by the best chefs that money could buy, the heiress had exploded in size since leaving the academy. BRRRRRRRRFFFFFFTTTTT! A massive fart burst from under Erina, shaking the room around her. Her helpers backed away, coughing and spluttering. 

“Erina-schama. . .BBOOORRUP. . .don’t. . .teassche them!” Hisako wheezed, struggling to move her jowls. FFFLLLRRRPPPTTT! Rather embarrassingly, she added to the stink that was forming in the room. Hisako tried to offer an apology, but it was cut off by another resounding blast of gas. 

BBBBBBLLLRRRFFFTTT! “Oooooh.. .that’s nice.” Erina moaned, her stomach soothed for a few seconds. The smell had driven the workers away, leaving Erina to roll the last few feet on her own. Her gigantic body and the gravity working upon it carried her into Hisako’s bed. Erina’s massive gut met with the side of Hisako’s in a shower of sweat. The blonde raised a hand, the arm so fat that it looked like it was close to devouring it. “Heeey. . .BBBOOOORRRUUP. . .Hisscchako.” Erina said sleepily. Between meals she had started to drowse, enjoying the feeling of her own fat and stuffed stomach. She smiled, happy to have finally beaten her friend in weight. Though she could not fix the damage she had done to Hisako’s body, she had at least matched and surpassed it. “BBBOOOORRRUP. . .how. . .urrup. . .about sschoome. . .food?” Erina spoke slowly, through heavy jowls. “Schoma said. . .BBOOORRUP. . .he had some. . .new recipes.” Erina smiled, excited to see what Soma’s newest creations would do to her. 

“Of course. . .RRRRUUUOOOORRUUP. . .Erina-schama!” Hisako gushed, happy to feel the soft, warm fat of her boss caressing her. The two women laid back in their beds, letting their fat slap against each other. They both dreamed of food and growing larger.