Akane's Birthday Bash(Dangan Ronpa WG)

“Pu Pu Pu, I bet you’re wondering why I’ve summoned you here in the dead of night.” Monokuma taunted his bound captive. The truth was that Akane Owari hadn’t even questioned one bit of what was going on. She didn’t care that she awoke in a mysterious dark room or that she was tied down to a chair that made her feel like she was at the dentist. Quizzically, she kept looking around, curious about this change to her day as Monokuma continued. “It’s a special occasion you know.”

“Yep. It’s my birthday!” Akane cheered, a bright smile on her face.

Monokuma blinked for a moment, a bit taken aback by her cheer. “Um…y-yeah…you seem to be excited for some reason. Aren’t you the least bit worried or terrified?” Akane shook her head, a premature trail of drool slurping down the side of her lips.

“Nah! It’s birthday day. Which means all the free food I can hold!” She snickered, smile as wide as ever. “You’d be surprised the number of places that offer free meals for birthday girls like me. So, can we hurry this up?”

Akane’s nonchalance made Monokuma worry some. Usually when he had brought a brat down to be punished like this, they were more scared or annoyed. Seeing someone so chipper made him sulk, afraid he was losing his golden touch as a despair bear.

“W-Well this is exactly why I brought you here!” He giggled, quickly regaining his confidence. “For far too long, you’ve taken advantage of free birthday meals! So, I thought it’d be a bear-y excellent idea to give you exactly what you want!” Snapping his claws, the lights came on, temporarily blinding Akane. “I do hope the birthday girl’s tummy is growling for this.”

As her eyes adjusted to the light, Akane’s heart skipped a beat with what she saw. Instead of her cabin on Jabberwocky Island, she was stuck tight in a warehouse-type building. But none of that mattered. What caught her attention more were the immense banquet tables, stretched as wide as the warehouse was.

One table creaked under the payload of pancakes, stacked by the dozen and covering every inch of table space. The middle one was overloaded with burgers; double decker oozing with grease and sauce. The last looked the most formal as alternating family dinners stretched to the back wall. The contrasting aromas would have made the normal person sick but instead Akane’s drool kicked into overdrive.

“Pu Pu. What’s more despairing than getting your just desserts and then some!” Monokuma laughed, hopping onto the arm of Akane’s chair. “You best say goodbye to that trim tummy of yours. By the time it’s done, I doubt anyone will see your toes.”

Not the quickest person on the up and up, his words took an extra minute to process with Akane. It finally hit her. “Wait! You’re saying I get to eat all of this?! For my birthday?!!”

Once again, her excitement was disconcerting. “Well…yes. Every last bite is going into yo-”

“Enough jabbering! Let’s eat!” Her cries knocked Monokuma from his perch, causing him to collide with the floor. “Come on, Come on! A birthday girl gets all the free meals today!” She bounced in her chair despite still being tied down to it.

Monokuma arose, a comical band-aid on his forehead as he pulled out a red button. “If the piggy wants it, the piggy gets it!” Pressing the switch, a pincer came out from the back of Akane’s chair, latching on to her nose and forcing her mouth wide open. A pair of comically gloved hand descended from the ceiling, attached to pistons and machines that guided them to the breakfast table.

At first, it was difficult for Akane to make out what was happening, her view forced upwards by the pincer. However, she didn’t need to wait long to find out what Monokuma had started. The helper hands carried over a towering stack of pancakes, each individual one a good inch thick. Now that they were closer, Akane noticed how sandwiched between each slab of pancake was a healthy portion of ice cream drenched in strawberry syrup.

“Time for your breakfast course~ Panic Piggy Pancakes. Guaranteed to make your belly ache!” Monokuma snickered as the hands rolled up a chunk of pancake like a burrito, shoveling right into waiting maw. The overbearing sweet taste made her quiver in her bonds, writhing blissfully while the pincer arm worked her jaw. Chewing rapidly, her teeth making progress through the ice cream and pancake, Akane swallowed, rolling her tongue out for more.

“AAAA!” She cooed, greedily demanding more of this forced snack. Her wish was granted as another slab found itself shoveled right in her piehole.

“You think you’re having fun now but wait till we kick this up a notch!”

True to his words, the hands and pincer began to pick up the pace. Akane had no problem keeping up with this new tempo. Chew, Chew, Swallow, Chew, Chew, Feed. It reminded her of the rhythms in gymnastics from the few times she bothered to show up to practice. Only one stack done and already Akane looked unbelievably bloated.

“Pu Pu Pu. Someone looks full. But we’re so far from done!” Monokuma snickered as a blueberry syrup stack was cradled over to Akane. Her cheery disposition hadn’t waned yet as a thick orb of gut sloshed beneath her already tight shirt.

“Nom Nom Nom!” She chewed, syrup and melted ice cream dribbling down her face. “Mmmmm!” Akane moaned, letting her tongue roll out to be graced with new pancake delights.

Time slipped by as Akane ate on. If the gluttonous girl had one issue with this experience was that the feeding arms were far too slow for her normal pace of eating. By this point, she would have decimated the entire pancake banquet. There wasn’t a point in complaining about free snacks. Especially ones so yummy.

All the while, Monokuma sat right by, enjoying what he perceived to be groans of despair and reluctance. “Hope you’re not feeling stuffed yet piggy. Pu Pu Pu.” Although his laughter was cut short by loud POP as a button shot right at his head. “Such a powder keg ready to burst. We should put a warning around your porky butt!”

After all was said and done, Akane found her chair quite uncomfortable. Hips oozed out from under her skirt, giving her an unbelievable wedgie. Her dome of a belly had popped three of her buttons, breasts threatening to expose the rest of her tanned torso. Her pristine white shirt drenched in different syrups, making her out to look like the pig Monokuma claimed she was. Yet, despite all this, Akane wasn’t worried in the slightest.

“What’s next?” She said, licking her lips, looking around with thicker cheeks. Akane was undaunted by the dozens of pancakes and gallons of ice cream that sat in her gut. A low rumble from the pit of her stomach backed up her claim as she wiggled in her chair. “Come on, I go through more than that for breakfast!”

“Big talk coming from such a rotten pig! You want more? Fine!” Monokuma hit his switch, the robotic arms coming back for the second course. Akane’s eyes sparkled as they lay claim to one of her favorite things in all the world: meat! Copious amounts of meat were stuffed in the burgers that were aimed at her mouth. Melted in cheese, slathered in sauce, all gourmet made specifically with a dollop of grease. “If this doesn’t make your tummy churn, then I don’t know what will. Pu Pu Pu~”

Similar to the pancakes, the hands were eager to push each hefty burger to an open mouth. Akane choked down buns, sauces, and most importantly, patties. Her knees shuddered, bouncing against one another, sending shockwave ripples throughout her cellulite-ridden legs. Finally, she could savor the exquisite taste of meat and nothing but meat. Though she wished her chewing pincer would hurry it up. Its sluggish pace, by her standards at least, meant she was missing out on even more greasy goodness.

White streaks of fat dripped down Akane’s face, meshing with the stains from breakfast, but it didn’t matter as she belched out a mighty. “More!” In the small spaces of time when the hands weren’t stuffing her.

“More? Well, if you want more, you’ll get it!” Monokuma put a stop the burgers in order to bring a trough filled with fries and onion rings right to Akane’s mouth. Her pincers made her slurp it down, sticking her face right in, as she ate like the pig she often imitated. “Hope it’s not too salty for you. Pu Pu Pu~”

The normal person’s taste buds would have been overwhelmed by the amount of starch plated for Akane. She couldn’t be any happier as her trademark “Nom Nom Nom” echoed throughout the storeroom. It took her a matter of minutes to polish off the side platter as her head was brought to the headrest of her chair.

“BUUURRRAAAP. Phew, that was good. Now back to the burgers!” Opening nice and wide, she chomped eagerly into a burger the size of her head. Monokuma couldn’t help but feel unnerved by this callous attitude.

“Y-You mean you’re not suffering?”

“MMmfhfmm Kinda but mmdhdh” Akane was interrupted by another triple stacked burger, immediately making her forget about her so-called ‘suffering’.

Trapped in a new pattern of burgers and fry troughs, Akane made quick work through the lunch portion of her free birthday meal. Enraptured with her gluttony, she couldn’t tell that the chair had become woefully undersized. A worrying creaking resonated from under her drooping ass cheeks that she failed to notice the whole thing wobble. Only after slurping down a Double Bypass burger did the whole thing collapse under her weight.

“Aww, widdle piggie fall down?” Monokuma mocked as Akane fell to her back. A slab of brown belly had swelled to her knees, giving her a hell of an apron. Any clothes she had on before this, which admittedly was never much, were mere remnants of themselves Torn scraps of her shirt wedged in her deep cleavage. Panties had disappeared fat up the canyon of an ass crack she carried behind her. Even her shoes couldn’t contain the pudgy soles, bloating and ripping her small slip-ons apart.

Panting, her stomach rhythmically rose and fell, catching her breath for the brief moment of respite she had. “Ugggh…so…so…”

“Full? And that’s not the end of it!”

Akane craned her neck, struggling to see Monokuma over her engorged breasts. “Full? Who said that? I’m starving!” Wiggling back and forth, she eventually got to her knees. A slab of arm blubber knocked her in the face while reaching for a gloved hand to get to her feet. “I thought I’d never be free from that boring machine.”

Monokuma took offense to that, steaming made as he bore his claws. “Boring!? And what’s so boring about the Fatten-U Up Feeder?” He growled.

“Simple. It’s too damn slow. Watch out!” Akane’s steps were impeded slightly by her ballooning belly, knocked-knees slamming into its underside. However, her agility hadn’t been hampered in the slightest as she shoved Monokuma out the way, making a beeline for the birthday dinner table.

“They should put a stampede warning on that ass of yours!” He snarled, trying to get to his own feet.

Deaf to his mockery, Akane eyed up the dinner table. Each section of the table was divided into smaller family meals based on some protein. A whole ham here, turkey there, deep fried chicken, fish, sushi. All of it made her mouth water, washing away the sickening mess on her face, soaking her chins and breasts.

“This is how you eat!” Akane proclaimed, picking up a ham in one hand and a turkey in the other. Slathering them in sides, the whole concoction was a mess of meat, potatoes, veggies, and sauce. “Nom Nom Nom!” Her cheeks surged with fatty meats, snarfing it down, alternating hands as she was content to stuff herself stupid.

Watching on, Monokuma looked slightly greener than before. “Ugh. I think I’m going to be sick and I don’t have a stomach.” He bellowed, watching as Akane took her ten-gallon fried chicken bucket and mixed all the sides and biscuits together to snort it down like pig swill.

She didn’t hear him yet again. All of her efforts and energy had one thought in mind: eat! Now that she was freed from her slow-paced feeding, Akane could glut herself to her hearts content. Never mind the fact that every bite of honey drenched bacon made her hips surge out a few inches. Or that when she swallowed an entire sushi platter in one bite, her belly sagged and collided with the floor. Her gullet was bottomless to everything in front of her as grubby fingers sunk in to a loaf of honey butter bread, oozing between her fingers before meeting its end in her mouth. Truly, Akane was an eating machine not to me messed with.

The only pause in her rampaging gluttony came when her ringed blubber legs trembled, struggling to keep her standing under a near ton of flesh. Swallowing a fried chicken breast whole, her feet gave way, sending her butt crashing through the burger table; plates and dishes crashing to the floor as a splintered mess lay underneath her.

Akane’s denseness only noticed the temporary lack of food before scooching her butt across the floor to get into arms reach of the dinner banquet. “Caunt mmshfhf shtooop nuu mmfhff” She moaned from cheeks so packed with food she couldn’t close her greedy lips to chew properly.

“Didn’t your parents teach you not to chew with your mouth open?” Monokuma tried to not lose his lunch, looking awfully sick from such a horrendous display. Carefully, he approached the gelatinous beast, for once afraid that he might be the one to go through an execution in the form of Akane’s appetite. “You’ve gotten quite tubby, haven’t ya piggy? I don’t think the balance beam is built for hippos.”

“MMMHMMFFM!”

“Don’t think you’ll be walking again any time soon.” He sneered, running a claw against her expose sole. It sunk in some as the slightest tickle made Akane snort, splattering half-chewed food all over herself. “Though you will make a comfy cushion for me!” Monokuma teased, bouncing up on top of her cheeks. There was ample room for him to stretch out and relax.

As usual, Akane hadn’t heard a single word or jeer from the demented teddy bear. Although Monokuma finally had her in a moment of despair as a horrendous thought came to the prized birthday pig.

“Im aww outa fuud!” She snorted through fat cheeks, letting out a thunderous belch that threatened to toss Monokuma from his perch. Akane’s eyes trembled, worried about how she could satiate her immense hunger. The trademark chuckles from her captor burned her ears as Monokuma scaled Mount Akane, his feet sinking into her tremendous rolls as he bounced on to her belly.

“How can this be a proper birthday bash without cake?” Pressing his little remote made the wall slide open, revealing a new section of this warehouse. Akane watched, once again straining to see over the quivering folds of her body as to what this new surprise was.

As the wall finished sliding open, Monokuma’s present turned out to be exactly as he said: a cake towering above her head, gracing the ceiling tiles of the warehouse. Nearly as big as her cabin, the whole monument of confection was coated in vanilla and chocolate frosting. Each layer nearly as thick as her arms and oozing with cream.

“I saved one of the best for last. Two tons of birthday cake concocted just for a pig like you. You see, I-”

Monokuma’s diatribe was cut short as a hammy hand reached for his remote. Akane furiously mashed all the buttons she could, trying to get the robotic hands to help her out as her lack of mobility prevented her from diving head first into this snack. Dozens of gloved claws popped down from the ceiling, making an assembly line of cake as each one grabbed a chunk, bringing it over to her black hole.

“AAH!” Akane’s mouth was wide open, letting the cake slam into her throat with full force. The cake, cream, and icing were so soft that she could swallow it in one gulp, allowing her maw to be freed immediately for the next morsel. “MMFHMM Muur SLURP!” She moaned, slurping down a new serving, licking her lips.

On occasion, the hands missed their target early, splattering her brown blimp blubber. It only worried Akane as it meant she could sample those precious morsels of cake meant for her. Monokuma had to take refuge on her butt again, safe from the splash zone of dessert and Akane’s drool.

“You’re…still enjoying this, aren’t you? How are you supposed to carry on at a gymnast if you fill a gym?”

“URRRPP ‘oor!” Akane demanded again, letting her tongue catch the next slab. All of it didn’t matter; her ultimate ability or a lack of mobility. To her, there was a single concern that plagued Akane’s mind. I wonder if I can get this bear to round up another birthday banquet. I could go for more of those burgers. She thought hungrily, tummy growling with desire, swooning over how delectably rich the chocolate mixed with vanilla was.

“I guess I can take some delight that you’ve upgraded from Ultimate Gymnast to Ultimate Glutton. Pu Pu Pu~” Monokuma chuckled, kicking back to relax in the divot of her ass cheeks. “It’s amazing no one ever gave you that title to begin with. It’s quite fitting, unlike your skirt, shoes, and panties. Don’t you agree?” Akane’s sickening belch was all the answer Monokuma needed.