No matter where Usada Pekora looked, she saw an endless sea of soft blubber. /Her/ blubber. The rabbitgirl had become a completely formless mound of flab, unrecognizable to most. After her 10th upsized outfit was shredded, the Hololive tailors finally gave up on trying to make a uniform for their largest idol, the blue-haired bunny simply gaining too fast for them to keep up. As a result of her monolithic growth, the nude, room-sized flabpile could only be recognized as Pekora from her face, which, thanks to her heavy cheeks and flopping jowls, hardly fit into the frame during her streams. Even Pekora could just barely see her monochrome gloves, the sole survivor of her uniform. They subtly poked out of her flabby pillars of arms, which were starting to rub against her chubby hands in their never-ending surge outwards alongside the rest of her.

*Gwrrggllhrrhnh...*

At the moment, Pekora was experiencing an unusual feeling. She was *full,* somehow having managed to devour enough food to fill her blobby gut. The idol was basking in a post-feast reverie, smugly smiling as she listened to her stuffed belly work down the massive meals it was packed with. She'd have to fill it again in just an hour or two, but now she could relax. Maybe she'd slip into a comfy food coma, or even stream with her tummy noises in the background, a popular attraction last time-

The bunny girl's train of thought came to a screeching halt as she noticed a pair of bunny ears rising up from the flabby horizon her mountainous gut formed.

Pekora didn't get this massive on her own, of course. Her useless, heft-swaddled arms stopped being able to lift food months ago, but even before then, the bunny idol's doting mother had always been one to reward her daughter's success in streaming with as many delectable dishes as she could create. The effects of her cooking were obvious on Pekora's form, but Pekomom wasn't above sampling her own dishes, either- and it showed on her bloated body, too. The older, apron-clad bunnygirl was barely mobile, wheezing and panting as she lifted her slab-like legs over her daughter's highest belly roll.

In Pekomom's fluffy arms were a plate, stacked high with even fluffier pancakes- and judging by her diligent waddling towards her daughter, she fully intended to deliver all of them into Pekora's tummy. The idol's eyes widened as her mom lumbered closer- she couldn't deny that her cooking was delicious, but her belly was already so full!

"Pekora! I'm back with more pancakes... I'm sure you're starving...~" There was an air of professionalism in Pekomom's husky voice, not even stopping mid-sentence to catch her breath, despite her jowl-adorned face burning bright red from the exhaustion of climbing up her flabby mountain of a daughter. After trudging forwards a bit more, Pekomom finally came to a rest, dropping her massive rear down, her hefty gut smushing against a fraction of Pekora's own as she laid down atop the oversized idol.

Pekora shook her head in response to her mom's assertion, causing her entire flabby face to wobble around vigorously, the piles of plush that composed her countenance rubbing against one another nonstop. The blobby bunnygirl pouted as Pekomom raised the first pancake up from its butter-slathered stack, happily lifting it towards her daughter's fattened facemound.

"What's the matter, Pekora? You /do/ love my cooking, right?" Pekomom continued to press her daughter, bringing the pancake closer to her cute, pouty expression, exaggerated by her boulder-like cheeks. The older bunny's loving gaze intensified from Pekora's adorably prideful resistance, a stark contrast to the embarrassingly fattened form she was swaddled in.

*Ggrrlrphhrrhnnbbll...*

Pekora did love her mama's cooking, but she couldn't accept her poor, groaning gut being filled any further. In a show of resistance, she raised her plush armpiles towards Pekomom, waggling her chubby hands back and forth in an attempt to say "no more" without vocalizing it- Pekora knew what would happen if she opened her mouth.

Pekomom grinned in response to her daughter's futile display, her fat cheeks rising in turn. She finally realized *just* what she needed to do to get her next batch into Pekora's maw.

"...You really don't want any of these yummy pancakes, /peko?/"

"MUUHHMAAAHHH, I THUUHHLD YHHOUHHH TO SHTOOHHHP THHHA-"

*ulp!*

And with that, the first pancake of many made its way into Pekora's overstuffed gut.