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No Need For Hygiene
By FC Punk

Part One: No Need For Bathroom Doors

“Thank you for coming to see my latest creation!”

In her interdimensional lab in the broom closet the mad scientist Washu Hakubi extended her arms out to the space pirate Ryoko and Princess Ayeka of the planet Jurai. They looked around the lab seeing nothing particularly noticeable

“is this it?” Ryoko yawned looking unimpressed while Ayeka expressed similar disinterest “I was hoping it was something more intriguing.”

Washu smirked, “I've got a little simulation to show off. Don’t you ladies want to see what Tenchi’s ideal woman would be?”

Like a pavlov dog’s bell the mere mention of their beloved Tenchi’s name brought them to attention which pleased Washu immensely.

“Ah, I see I’ve got your attention now, heh heh heh.”

Washu activated her hologram keyboard interface and started typing “I’ve been studying Tenchi for a while, scanning his internet search history, and I’ve come up with the kind of girl Tenchi likes.”

The lab suddenly turned into the front living room. Everything seemed usual. The lake could be seen outside.  Everything was normal...except for a random green haired blob of a girl that was taking up the entirety of the couch with her flab.

Both Ryoko and Ayeka retchedat what they were seeing and covered their nose at what they were smelling. This absolute ball of blubber was coated in a simple food stained sheet. Her rolls were coated in sweat and were giving off an awful smell of body odor. The blob's bloated face suddenly scrunched up and she farted really loud.

“Who the hell is that!” they both cried out.

“It’s no one, just a simulation,” Washu pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

Ayeka covered her mouth in disgust as she watched Tenchi walk into the room with a bag of fast food and then hand feed the shapeless green haired blob, “She looks so filthy.”

Washu shook her head, “You got that right. See the stains on that sheet? hasn’t been washed in two months. And that sweat on her face? It’s actually grease, she hasn’t bathed for even longer. Tenchi seems to like...smelly fat girls.”

They heard Tenchi speaking in the simulation. With a big caring smile on his face he said “You’re such a cutie, you know that?” The girl paused her eating and pushed out a loud fart before smiling with yellow teeth and asking “More please.” Tenchi grinned upon hearing her flatulence and jiggled a stray fat roll. “My fat piggy,” Tenchi praised her.

“She’s just a fat slob!” Ryoko exclaimed, “All this time THIS is what Tenchi’s been into?”

The girl opened her mouth wider and Ayeka turned away “I’ve seen enough!” She started to stomp towards the door with Ryoko following.

“I hope this has been educational for you two!” Washu called out.

“To think I’ve kept myself skinny for Lord Tenchi, but all this time he’s wanted a big smelly pig!” Ayeka wailed.

“Hehehe so you’re calling it quits, eh?”

“W-what are you talking about Ryoko?”

A cat-like smirk grew on Ryoko’s lips, “Well it sounds like getting fat and nasty is too much for a crown princess of Jurai.” Ryoko patted her slim waist, “I don’t have a problem with it. Being able to indulge AND get Tenchi? Sounds like a win-win to me.”

Ayeka was baffled “Y-you would think that you disgusting witch! Well I won’t let you win! If Tenchi desires a pig like that blob girl then I too shall become porcine.”

Ryoko sneered, “You don’t have the guts!”

“Just watch me!” Ayeka sneered back.

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Three Months Later

“Hnnn, bother,” Ayeka grunted while she tried to squeeze herself into the bathroom. Her first goal of obtaining ample obesity was beyond a success as evident by her difficulty getting through the bathroom door.

“Ummmf!” Ayeka moaned while grasping either side of the doorway to push herself in. She pushed against the wall with her hands with all her might but her immense butt would not get through the door, the wide collection of rump adipose clapped together with every attempt.

“Hmmmph! I appreciate Lord Tenchi’s hospitality but his house was never made for fat women.”

Ayeka grunted and groaned but all her efforts to get her bottom through the door did was make her breath heavy and sweat heavily.

“Hoo, hoo,” Ayeka puffed out, wiping her sweaty forehead with the right sleeve of her pink kimono. After Ayeka did that she kept her arm up and smelled her pits.

“Utterly putrid, how delightful.”

Her second goal of becoming malodorous was also coming along nicely and while it was difficult at first for Ayeka to give up bathing, her drive to attract Tenchi helped her overcome any lingering hesitation.

“Nothing is going to get in my smelly way,” She puffed out in confidence. Then she saw the simple analog bathroom scale, immediately remembering why she had waddled all the way up the stairs.

Just then a familiar spiky haircut phased from the ground revealing Ryoko’s vast figure.

“Well well Princess, checking on something?”

“It’s not fair!” Ayeka pointed an overly plump figure at Ryoko “You’ve been levitating all this time, you haven’t taken a step since this started!”

Ryoko’s grinned, her face covered in fat.

“Of course I haven’t” Ryoko waved a massive arm to show her immensity, “Floating and flying around means I don’t have to walk and burn calories. I can just soak them up like a sponge.”

Despite Ayeka’s best efforts it was clear Ryoko had gotten an incredibly unfair advantage. Ryoko had switched to wearing a bikini around the house in order to show off her gains and annoy Ayeka at the same time. Floating in the air, Ryoko's fat hung off her every which way. The fat on her legs and thighs and her upper arms dangled like overly ripened heavy fruit. Her belly hung down even when she was standing, an apron of jiggly lard. Parts of Ryoko’s dangling fat looked reddish from the tug of war between gravity and Ryoko’s levitation.

Ryoko turned slightly and one of her blubbery tits fell out of her bikini.

“Oh no!” Ryoko gave a faux cry of concern “They’ve just been getting so large!” Ryoko floated onto her front and now her belly and tits fully dangled, “I’m such a cow!’

“You won’t be winning this contest of blubber Ryoko, in case you haven’t noticed my bottom is so packed with cottage cheese it's getting stuck in doors.”

Just then Ryoko groaned and farted loudly, the flatulence echoing in the small bathroom as Ayeka gagged and covered her nose.

“Damn gravity, after a while it hurts to keep myself suspended.” Ryoko floated down onto her feet and moaned out “Nnn-ahh!” as her full weight came down on her knees and hips. “Nnnn!” Ryoko groaned, waddling toward the scale. Ayeka saw this and shrieked in alarm “Don’t you do it Ryoko!”

A sick grin grew on Ryoko who stepped on the scale which cracked, the plastic bending inward and gears being squeezed out of it.

“Damn it Ryoko!” Ayeka cursed “I wanted to be the one to do that!”

Ayeka’s blood pressure spiked and her cheeks turned red. She had panted and wheezed her way up those stairs and suffered the agony of her feet just for that moment. She knew that scale wasn’t going to hold her and that was to be her moment of triumph.

“Sorry Princess, better luck next time!” Ryoko waved at her as she phased down through the floor.

“Blast it!” Ayeka wiggled in place, her massive jello butt wobbling impotently. She was still stuck in this door and even worse was forced to smell Ryoko’s smelly fart.

Just then she heard a voice.

“Ayeka are you okay?”

It was her little sister Sasami! Sasami approached the bulging back of a pink kimono that was sticking out the door.

“I am most certainly not! I’m stuck!”

Sasami looked over Ayeka’s wobbling butt with a look of pride.

“I’m doing a really great job fattening you up, huh Ayeka?”

She reached and rubbed the massive sacks of lard that was Ayeka’s bottom. In Ayeka’s haste for morbid obesity she turned to her little sister and begged her to make her fat. Sasami was more than up for the job, making lots of fattening food for Ayeka, blowing her up. She stopped feeding her big sister vegetables and opted for more deep fried entrees. In fact Sasami’s little hands had bandages covering slight burns from the deep fryer.

Sasami started to push, her hands sinking into Ayeka’s butt blubber. “You're so soft Ayeka!” She did her best to ignore the stenchy musk radiating from Ayeka’s kimono, especially the damp collection of butt sweat behind her that outlined her massive butt cheeks.

Ayeka groaned in tight discomfort at the shoving and the bout of gas that was accumulating in her butt. Moaning Ayeka cut loose a very unladylike fart that was much louder than Ryoko’s had been. It was so sudden it startled Sasami who was bathed in Ayeka’s putrid invisible gas.

“Pee yew Ayeka! I can’t push you if you fart on me!”

It was clear that Sasami alone wasn’t going to be the one to free her big sister.

“I’m going to go get Tenchi!”

Ayeka blushed red “Do hurry!”

There was nothing Ayeka could do so she passed the time by passing gas.

Tenchi meanwhile was raking leaves outside when Sasami came up to him.

“Tenchi, tenchi, Ayeka is stuck in the bathroom door!” Sasami grabbed Tenchi by his hand to drag him inside.

“Again? You think she’d learn her lesson from last time,” Tenchi scratched the back of his head as he was led by Sasami. “She should know better.”

Sasami explained, “She wanted to check her weight.”

“She what? On that old thing? I think one of Washu’s machines would be better.”

Tenchi watched Sasami going up the stairs. Was she breathing a little harder? At the top of the stairs Tenchi could see her cheeks were beat red and she was out of breath. “Are you okay Sasami?” Tenchi asked, noticing for the first time how plump Sasami was getting.

“Just..huff...fine.” Sasami blew air from her lips as she leaned against a wall.

Tenchi shook his head, it seemed like Sasami was getting some splashback from preparing Ayeka’s disgustingly fatty diet. He then smelled the stench of Ayeka’s flatulence and saw the massive pink rear sticking out of the door. The air was thick with Ayeka’s farts and Tenchi couldn’t help himself from getting a nose bleed upon smelling it.

On the other side of the door Ayeka was huffing and puffing having attempted to once again free her corpulent self which only resulted in her becoming sweatier and her body odor to intensify. Her kimono had come undone and her belly surged out, hanging down to her thighs and riddled with cellulite. Ayeka was sweating gravy and her heart was beating fast as she stood in the doorway, now having stood for far, far too long.

‘Ayeka I’m here.”

Ayeka turned her fat head behind her to see Tenchi and smiled wide.

“Ten*huff*chi” Ayeka breathed out, unable to even speak properly she was so out of breath. She blushed hard upon realizing that with how much she had been farting Tenchi was now standing in an invisible cloud of noxious gas.

Tenchi saw the wet spot on the bottom of her kimono where all of her ass sweat had accumulated. “I think with how much you’ve sweated so far we might be able to get you through.” Tenchi placed his hand gently on the spot and his nose bled from feeling the warm moistness and the softness of Ayeka’s fat.

Feeling Tenchi’s hands on her bottom Ayeka couldn’t prevent the tremendous stinky fart that escaped her bottom, even if she wanted to she was too worn out to hold it in.

Tenchi gulped, feeling the gas escape Ayeka’s grotesque bottom and flow past his hands. Without saying anything he pushed and pushed and Ayeka farted and farted, seemingly baptising him in a fountain of gas. Slowly but surely Ayeka came loose and tumbled forward, her reteched kimono leaving her body and revealing the full extent of her cottage cheese collection in her ass. Tenchi was quick to react and did his best to aid Ayeka down safely, collapsing with her. The impact Ayeka made rattled the entire house and Sasami lost her balance, falling on her own chubby bottom.

“Hoo, hoo, hoof,” Ayeka wheezed on the ground, her congealed lard in her body shaking and flowing. By now Ayeka was tired beyond belief but she was still on top of the moon as Tenchi squeezed into her gooey soft adipose.

Tenchi was losing consciousness from the sheer amount of blood loss from all this effort, the blood flowing more freely than wine.

The top half of Ryoko’s head peaked out from the floor and growled watching them.

To Be Continued...