Quelorie Magic

A beautiful white beach spread out as far as the eye could see; pristine and sparkling with sunlight, even the sand was a vision of loveliness. But despite all that, most men’s eyes would still be drawn to the auburn-haired beauty lounging prone atop a towel instead. Clad in nothing but a colorful striped bathing suit, her fine figure was on full display: a rounded feminine bubble butt that her bikini underwear was just a smidge too small for, full breasts that teetered on the edge of womanly spreading a bit against the sand beneath her, both just begging any male viewer to give the delicate looking strings the smallest of tugs and have that natural and curvaceous beauty on full display. The girl in question was lackadaisically flipping though the pages of a magazine with a can of soda in reach, ankles crossed over each other to emphasize her pert little butt and slender legs when suddenly something seemed to draw her attention. Two other girls ran along the beach in front of her, panting loudly and moving with an exaggerated swing of their arms looking for all the world like they were just finishing up a marathon. The two collapsed, one on her back and the other with her hands on her knees, sucking their flabby tummies rapidly in and out in and out. They were hardly fat, barely even what most would consider chubby, but next to the slim and trim idealized model of modern beauty tanning nearby, they were complete chow cows.

Said model shook her head at that embarrassing display before seemingly hearing someone call her, leaping to her feet with the grace of a dancer, making sure not to forget her nearby beverage can. From there, she broke into a much daintier run, chest puffed out and arms gently swaying with her fingers clasped near her shoulders looking all the world like the bubbly ditz she came off as in public. The “fat” girls glared at her in envy and she gave them a teasing wink with a peace sign near her eye and continued her trot into the crystal-clear water. The bikini clad bombshell came to stop and was immediately splashed by some handfuls of water. She giggled like an airhead cooing and squealing with each splash, moving and twisting her body in the best ways to show off her assets, before finally bending over and displaying the soda can she’d been holding on to the whole time. With wet and glistening cleavage on full display, the girl finally spoke.

“I’m tired of diets, enough of going to the gym. Good thing there’s something even I can handle!”

Cracking open the can, the beauty brought it up to her lips and tilted her head back to begin a satisfying chug. Streams of water flowed down her flat tummy, pooling in her shallow navel while her throat pulsed with gulp after gulp. At last, she removed the can with a “pwah” of enjoyment and shook her long gorgeous locks before turning and winking one final time. “New Quelorie Magic Plus. No pain, all gain, now that’s magic!”

“Cut!”

Rise straightened herself out and smiled perkily as she approached the director, passing by the two chubbies from earlier who seemed to have made a remarkable recovery. “That was great Risette! I think you just need to smile a liiiittle more when you’re running, and we’ll have the perfect take!” Rise normally would have groaned at having to redo everything for something so miniscule and she definitely did the last time she’d worked with Quelorie Magic. But this time around, she didn’t mind so much.
The redhead licked her lips for any trace amounts of sweet sweet Magic left before starting to slurp up the rest of the can. The staff watched the display and it reminded the director of something else he wanted to bring up. “*Er*, Risette? We love the enthusiasm but like I said, you don’t need to actually drink it if you don’t want to…and we need to get you a fresh can with every take…”

Usually, you’d expect someone to wipe their mouth after enjoying a long swig, and Rise almost did so before stopping herself and running a tongue over her pretty pink lips. “*Awwww* but it just tastes so gooooood!” Described by even her closest friends as a “dangerous girl” Rise was quick to pull out a pout and puppy dog eyes to get what she wanted. “I really truly love your product Mr. Director and I want all my fans to know it. Can’t I just have a little teensy-weensy sip at the end of a take?” The man smiled and shrugged, if their star performer wanted it so badly then it was just a concession they’d have to make. The execs up top had been quite clear that it was his job to keep the star happy and with their company for a long time. He really had to hand it to the boys down at the labs. Risette was all set to refuse their offer on the phone, but after an impassioned plea to at least try some of their product and a three-day break, she’d suddenly rang them up practically chomping at the bit for a contract. It was…pretty strange actually. I mean, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth but at the end of the day, it was just a soda. “S-sure.” He motioned to an intern to get her another can, and he swore he saw her eyes gleam, but the tired man just chalked it up to the heat playing tricks on his mind. The next mistake was due to one of the porkies he had as extras, and after losing his temper a bit, he decided it was best to pick up tomorrow when everyone was well rested. I mean, he was starting to see things that weren’t there like the slightest amount of tummy fat on their star! About five pounds worth that definitely hadn’t been there during rehearsal only three days ago, but seeing as that was impossible he felt the need to get his eyes checked after this.

Rise for her part was quite surprised with herself as well. She’d always disliked the first Quelorie Magic commercial, finding it exploitive and more fuel for the idea she was just some sex object but after having some time to think about their offer, she’d decided to give them a second chance. Quelorie Magic regular was a generic fruity soda, absolutely nothing special about it, but Quelorie Magic plus…oh baby! It was like a bonanza in your mouth! A warm tingling fizz that spread through your whole body that probably tasted better than any smoothie on Earth! She’d sipped away at the six pack she’d been given over the course of seven days; the peppy girl had always liked fruity drinks, and this was a cut above the others, so it came as no surprise one a day soon became two. Besides, they said they were zero calorie, so what was the harm in imbibing a bit?

On that third day, as the last few droplets of her last can slid down her throat, she looked sadly towards her wastebasket and shook the container for any stray moisture that was left, but alas, no luck. It was then she’d decided to take them up on their offer, only three commercials for a lifetime supply of this stuff? How could a girl refuse? Besides, she needed to restart her career somehow and her first comeback tour wasn’t until September at the earliest. Four months was a lifetime in show business and this way, she’d remain in the public consciousness. All those thoughts and more were running through her head when she’d called to accept their offer, just three commercials and she was done. The first shoot of the first commercial, she’d been given her first can of Quelorie Magic in days and started chugging the second the film crew handed it to her. It was a bit embarrassing and she’d apologized of course, but it was like an itch had been satisfyingly scratched. Thoughts of the cool full-bodied beverage upon her tongue actually kept her up the night before and she found herself idly smacking her lips in anticipation of the first sip of the day. Now her thirst was quenched for the most part, but she still couldn’t resist a little sip now and then throughout the rest of the filming process.

“*Whew*” she exclaimed as she kicked off her heels. “Time for some patented Risette R&R!” As she turned the corner, she noticed the company had stopped by with a gift basket for their new starlet, but she didn’t really care too much about that. “I wonder if they…” padding over to the fridge and flinging it open, Rise was met with the sight of an entire fridge stocked with tantalizing, cool, delicious Quelorie Magic Plus. “All right, sweet!” She smiled wide enough to expose her pearly whites in a way that looked ever so slightly manic before reaching out to grab one. She’d probably had two that day but a whole refrigerator made it easy to talk herself into one more; it had been a long day after all and as she sip sip sipped away, she could feel tension leaving her body that she didn’t even know she had. Like a knot in the back of her neck slowly coming undone.

“Damn this stuff is good! I can’t wait till the others get to try it.” On cue, her cellphone began to ring, and she flipped it open with a flick of her non-soft drink holding hand. “Go for Risette.”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh. That’s great! Thank you so much for doing this! Yes, mine came in okay too, yes, I’m definitely satisfied with the commercial. Thank you, buh-bye!” Truthfully, she wasn’t all too happy with the commercial, but she figured it was a small sacrifice to butter the executives up. Because after that first can wowed her taste buds, the idol immediately thought back to last year’s case and the wonderful friends she’d made.

“They HAVE to try this!” that was what came first and foremost to her mind. And then she started thinking about all her wonderful memories that Inaba gave her and from there, a series of negotiations with the Quelorie suits, negotiations that went surprisingly well. It was a bold knew idea for a marketing stunt and one that would most likely help out the struggling town in the long run. And as for her friends…well even someone like Naoto would probably get a little kick out of the “perks” the idol managed to negotiate for her.

At some point during the evening, Rise smacked her lips and found her mouth to be just a tad dry. “One more,” she said while giggling to herself; luckily, there was a minifridge right next to the sofa also jam packed with the stuff so all she had to do was reach over and there would be another tasty beverage in her hand to sip on.

“*Oof* It kind of hits you all at once though. I’ll have to *urgh* tell the others not to drink too many at once. Well…maybe I should just let them find out by themselves *heehee*” Under her dress sat a slightly distended stomach with a slight red hue, the effects of drinking two full cans in such a short time frame. And yet despite this and the fact she’d already had lunch three hours ago, she still felt a little peckish. A slender hand grabbed for the phone and Rise absentmindedly tongued the can while waiting for room service to pick up. If she wasn’t so focused on what was inside the can and what was on the outside, perhaps she would have remembered the soft drink was labelled as an appetite suppressant….
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“It IS good!” Chie exclaimed after a sip; the girl thought for a moment before upending the can and taking a much bigger gulp. Naoto and Yukiko nodded their heads in agreement as they worked on their own sodas. “*Mmm* it’s much better than I was expecting…Rise does have a tendency towards hyperbole.” None of the three knew what to think when they’d each received a case of Quelorie Magic Plus on their respective doorsteps, especially not with the rather strange note that served as their only explanation.

“I’ve never seen her so passionate about something that wasn’t her music…or Yu, do you think that means it works?” The other two girls thought for a moment and Chie wolfishly grinned. To be able to eat whatever she wanted without getting fat…it was like a dream come true. “Probably not,” said Naoto, ignoring the way her martial artist friend’s shoulders slumped. “My letter at least only spoke of the flavor, not that there’s anything wrong with that.” The three took another sip in unison before Naoto spoke up, smacking her lips a bit to enjoy the aftertaste. “I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to one now and then.” Of course, it seemed Rise wanted them to enjoy a cool refreshing Magic a little more than just “now and then.” In the center of the girls’ table, sat three cards with the same explosive colors as the containers the soda came in. “Just a swipe of one of these babies and you’ll have as much Quelorie Magic Plus as you can carry!” the letter proudly announced. “Don’t misunderstand me,” Naoto finally said, “I appreciate the gesture but doesn’t free soda for life sound a bit…excessive.” Her brunette team member just scoffed and took another swig. “No way. I’ll probably be having one of these at least every week for the next few years, Rise knew what she was doing.” The detective looked to Yukiko for support, but the heiress seemed to be more on the Chie side of things. “With something like this…I’ll be able to buy in bulk for the inn. If you ask me, I think it’s rather thoughtful. The way she was talking about it made it sound like this thing’s going to be a huge hit.”

Naoto certainly couldn’t argue with that. All day, she’d been privy to the excited whispers of children and adults alike over the special promotion. An entire flavor of soda exclusive to Inaba for the next three months? That certainly had people buzzing. The official announcement spread quickly in such a small town and now it was all everyone could talk about; the bluenette was thankful that no one knew the former members of the investigation team got their first taste a whole week early in addition to those cards. At least until Teddie chose to blab that is. The can moved towards her mouth once more before Naoto realized with some embarrassment that it was already empty. All in all, it was a nice boon and her friends seemed to be enjoying it just as much judging by the way Chie was shaking the droplets out and Yukiko was gently tapping at the bottom; she’d have to remember to call Rise and thank her.

“Their tagline sure sucks though, “no pain all gain” I mean if Rise didn’t tell us, I wouldn’t even know what this stuff is supposed to do. Makes it sound like a protein powder.” Yukiko giggled at that, and even the more serious Naoto smiled a bit, drumming her slender fingers on the edge of the beverage. “Well, their choice of model makes their intentions pretty clear.”


The gentle sound of a jogger’s panting could be heard throughout the central shopping district one early Sunday morning. Chie always liked to cap off her workouts with a pitstop at Aiya’s and that was exactly where she was heading. Never one for jogging suits, the athletic girls’ well worked legs were bare and free to cool out in the open. The girl clasped her hands to her hips and let loose a satisfied huff for a job well done, corking open the nub of a water bottle with her teeth and chugging it down in sweet relief. A week ago, it would have been filled with water, but lately she just found Quelorie Magic to be the perfect cap to a perfect workout. Honestly it must have been great for hydration because Chie always found her mouth to be rather dry and a lot of tension in her head and neck area until she slammed one down, it really was the miracle drink Rise said it would be.

“*Ooh* *urp* damn drank too fast again…” The only small problem was if you drank too much at once, it would bloat you up a bit and make your tummy nice and taut. Luckily, her stomach seemed to be getting more acclimated and now she could drink a whole bottle of the stuff without feeling the bloat. She pat her stomach happily, full and refreshed but still hankering for a good meaty beef bowl. The heat of the greasy diner mixed with her own raised body temperature, athletic body glimmering with sweat and skin-tight t-shirt outlining the minor bulge on her belly. “Usual please!”

Mr. Aiya nodded, and Chie plopped her rump into a seat by the counter. Without much to do but wait for her food, the girl took a look around. She didn’t notice coming in, but there were a lot more people out and about today this early in the morning and the reason soon became obvious listening to them chatter. “I’m going to be the first in line for that awesome new soda!” seemed to be the prevailing one, but there were lots of “I’ve been putting on some relationship weight and the regular stuff’s just not doing the trick!” and “do you think it will help me become the next Risette?” mixed in there as well. The jogger played with the empty water bottle, flipping it around in her hands, glad that she’d managed to ration her initial free sampling out throughout the week. It had been tough since it was quite difficult to not just have two or three in one day, but she’d managed to do it, and now she could have all the Quelorie Magic she wanted! Her excitement was palpable and unknowingly she ended up checking the store clock probably every two or three minutes, absentmindedly eating her beef bowl while she did. “Come on, come on how long is an hour anyway!?” It was true that other people were checking the clock, but none with the same frantic nervousness that Chie seemed to be.

“Oh hey, bloating’s gone. Nice!” She ran a hand over her smooth abdomen, surprised at how quickly her soda gut went away, actually that wasn’t the only thing that had gone away. Even though she’d just eaten her usual beef bowl, the meat lover was still feeling a little bit peckish. “Man, must have pushed it harder than I thought today,” she thought to herself, but aloud she asked the owner to hit her up with bowl number two. Noshing on tasty steak always had a way of keeping Chie’s mind off things, but it wasn’t quite as effective this time, not with the constant low dull burning in the back of her mind. 15 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes…

The instant the clock hit 7:45, she was off like a rocket, leaving a trail of dust and even her water bottle behind her. You’d think that after an early morning workout, she wouldn’t be quite so energetic, but you’d be wrong. It even surprised the girl herself. “Woah this stuff really does work. I can’t wait to load up!”

When she finally got to Junes, she grumbled when she saw it still wasn’t open. “That bum Yosuke must be opening up today, sheesh we’re probably going to be here for fifteen minutes at this rate.” There was a bit of an excited crowd gathered, but as exciting as it was, most people weren’t willing to get up at 8 A.M. on a Sunday just for a soft drink so it stayed at a reasonable size. “Hehheh, they’re missing out!”

“Oh *huff* boy are they! But the early bird does deserve the worm and I did have to run all the way *puff* here.” Chie turned to see her inn keeper friend, cooling her gorgeous visage with one of her decorative fans. Even exhausted, she still possessed feminine grace and beauty with the way she stood straight as an arrow and held her head high. “What’s up Yukiko? You here for the soda too?” The girl gently blushed, “somewhat. I volunteered to do the shopping today, but I don’t think mother and father will complain too much if I were to…take some initiative and stock up.” Chie only saw the prim and proper future owner of the Amagi Inn and complimented her for how dutiful and on top of things the black-haired girl was, but deep inside Yukiko’s heart, all she was thinking about was how much she could skim off the top.

“Hey over there…is that…?” Sure enough, leaning against a nearby wall with the top button of her shirt left open, was one Naoto Shirogane. She too was fanning herself, although unlike her more traditional friend, the detective could only rely on her hand. “Naoto, hey!” Inwardly, Naoto groaned at the fact she’d been spotted as the crowd began to whisper and murmur about how “it must be a big deal if she was here,” now everyone was going to think she’d come all the way down here for a soda…which she did, but worse she’d actually sprinted here just to make sure she got one before they all ran out. It was so embarrassing.

“I…have a full caseload this week so this was the only chance I had to do my shopping.” The other two looked at her suspiciously until the bluenette sighed. “Okay yes fine, I like the taste and it makes me feel refreshed. But I do have a busy week!” she added defensively. “I could just…really use a pick me up.” Before Chie could tease her a little, the sound of a young man panting reached their ears. Tailing behind him was a man dressed like a Quelorie Magic can, most likely a representative of some kind.

“S-sorry everyone. O-over…overslept.” A rousing round of complaining went up through the crowd and Yosuke waved his hand. “Yeah yeah whatever. It’s just soda *sheesh* now I want everyone to form a calm orderly…” that of course didn’t last long, and he soon found himself nearly trampled by a crowd of fad chasing teenagers and three soda starved students.

“Heeey! Don’t push!” Chie was thankful her workouts had given her so much upper body strength in comparison to her peers, because any person who was a bit too greedy got a mighty shove to the back of the crowd. Of course, people becoming “too greedy” eventually became anyone who was in her own way the closer and closer she got to the pyramid assembled in the middle of the store. On the other side of said pyramid, a group of boys found themselves impatiently waiting behind one Yukiko Amagi who seemed to be taking her sweet time loading up a cart. “Do you really need that much?” one of them eventually asked. A frosty glare was his only response and he only avoided falling backwards because of his friends. “T-take as much time as you need Yukiko-senpai!” one of the others was quick to placate her with. After a tense moment, she was all smiles and got right back to filling up her cart.

“*Um* e-excuse me…could I just…excuse me…” being of a short stature, Naoto found it rather difficult to navigate through the crowd, especially since people thought right next to the display case was just the PERFECT place to have a little chat. The entire time she impatiently drummed her fingers along the handle of the cart, all she could think was how nice it would be to have one of those sodas right now.

“If you don’t move right now, you’ll be fined for obstruction of justice!” She was lucky her classmates were so legally illiterate or that might not have sent them scattering to the corners of the supermarket. The detective let out a sigh of relief, internally justifying her behavior with the fact that they were being rather rude all the while taking far more than her fair share. In fact, that’s what all the girls were doing, but that was a fact no one noticed considering their competition.

“Yo check out Ebihara-san over there!” Sure enough, one Ai Ebihara was busy filling her cart to bursting. When she saw all the eyes on her, she proudly put her hands on her hips and smirked. “What? You think I’m going to miss out on something like this? Get real, I’m getting as much of this magic diet soda as I can drink and none of you can stop me!” It was true, no one could stop her and all any of the appearance conscious girls could do was bemoan how thin and trim Ai was going to get in comparison to their own figures. But even she couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous when it came time for checkout after the initial rush.

“Sheesh, I knew I should have cozied up to Kujikawa more while she was here. They don’t even have to drop a dime.” While Yukiko and Naoto could have easily afforded everything in their shopping carts, it was hard to justify dropping hundreds of dollars on soda of all things, which is why those special cards were such a godsend. All three girls collectively heaved an unconscious sigh of relief when their cards went through.

“Oh dear, I think we may have let the excitement get to us. How are we going to get all this back to our homes?” The other two girls pondered Yukiko’s question until Chie snapped her fingers and smirked. “Well, if we drink some of it here that won’t be a problem!” For a brief moment, Naoto felt the slightest temptation to agree before realizing that was ridiculous and they’d have to drink literal galloons to do that. “Must be more exhausted than I thought…”

Suddenly, Yukiko gasped, seeming to remember something. “Oh, that’s right, the card said we didn’t have to worry about transportation.” Right on cue, the man from earlier approached them and asked if they were Ms. Kujikawa’s acquaintances. “Yeah just give me your addresses and I’ll have all this stuff sent over by the end of the day. It’ll come in a complementary Quelorie Magic brand cooler of course!” The gathered Investigation Team was so relieved to hear that, they let out their second collective sigh of the day. “Nice to see our product is going over so well, I take it you enjoyed your initial samples? You don’t need to answer that.”

“We didn’t get that many did we?” Naoto asked when he left.

“N-no. I mean, we’re just buying everything up front. And it’s not like they’re going to deliver them all at once.” That justification seemed to soothe Naoto’s worries and she spent the rest of the day looking forward to a nice crisp Quelorie Magic along with her two friends.
“*Gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *ahhh* man that hits the spot!” exclaimed Chie. It felt so good to be able to reach in to grab one and not have to worry about hitting the bottom anytime soon. She threw the empty can across the room into the nearby trash, reaching into the cooler for another one. “*Urgh, bloating’s back. Oh well, it’ll probably disappear after dinner.”

“Then I can drink MORE.”


“Everyone clear on their job assignments?” A collection of nods and murmurs of assent went up through the crowd of maids as they prepared for yet another day of tending to the guests. One by one, they all dispersed and went to their stations, all except for a certain heiress who seemed to linger. “Yukiko?” The head maid called out. The girl jumped at hearing her name called and rapidly adjusted her uniform before turning around. “Y-yes?”

“*Ahahaha* don’t sound so nervous dear! I just wanted to tell you that the soda company came by with your package today. I had one of the maids stock the fridge for you so feel free to enjoy whenever you get a break.” The head maid turned around one last time and swore she saw a hint of annoyance cross Yuki-chan’s features, brushing it off as a trick of the light before continuing with what she was going to say. “Don’t worry, I gave everyone strict instructions not to take them this time.” That piece of news seemed to please the young mistress and the head maid took her leave shortly after delivering it.

The very instant she left, Yukiko dug into her obi on the front of her kimono and pulled out a can of Quelorie Magic. “*Mmm* thought she’d never leave, *mmm*” At first, she took quick furtive little sips still worried that someone would come into the breakroom at any moment, but it wasn’t long until she was chugging it down. “*Ahh* I’m so glad for the pouch inside our obi. I don’t know what I’d do without it.” At first, Yukiko was content with waiting until her breaks to imbibe, but lately that just hadn’t been cutting it anymore. She was working hard, and half a soda can every few hours just wasn’t enough for the busy season, but her parents would never allow such a thing. Traditional ryokan maids sipping out of aluminum soda cans? It would send the guests into a state of anachronistic shock!

That’s where the pouch sewn into her uniform came in, although it was supposed to be used for things like pens or sewing needles, but it wasn’t Yukiko’s fault they’d made it just big enough for a soda can, so she stealthily sipped soda when the coast was clear and relieved the dull pounding head ache that most likely came as a result of overwork. All in all, it was quite a satisfactory arrangement until she’d ran out of her weeks supply in three days, gone so fast that there was no doubt in her mind that someone was sampling her wares. The snow black princess made it very clear she wasn’t pleased by this outcome and the inn certainly had no room for rudeness in its staff, before giggling and telling them she’d be happy to buy everyone some if they just asked. Despite her generosity on this front, the slightly unstable girl did put a padlock on her special Quelorie Qooler.

Moving through the halls of the inn, she looked the picture of traditional beauty. Bangs gently fluttering against the pink bosom of her tightly wrapped kimono and hovering just over her arms that lay gently clasped in front of her waist, the perfect position for an impromptu bow.
Each step was a slow calculated affair and she moved with poise delicate enough to balance a pot of water on her head and not spill a single drop, quite useful when one was smuggling soda. Her modest chest and stomach were hidden inside the uniform, but it couldn’t quite downplay the full hips and well-rounded bottom she possessed, her straight posture only added to the enticing nature of her ever so slight sway as she walked.

Yukiko curled her thin pink lips into a slight smile as she walked past the lobby’s vending machine. It seemed like some of the other maids were also taking a quick break and like her decided to spend it treating themselves to a quick soft drink. The line was quite long and considering they had to give priority to any guest who might want a soft drink, it was actually longer. Some of them might not even get the chance to drink between the time constraint and the vending machine running out and it made the high schooler happy she was privileged with her own private stash. It had only been three days and already the soda was a smashing success for everyone at the inn: guest, worker, and owner alike but only the females strangely enough. Some of the chefs and her own father claimed it was “too fruity” for their tastes and she recalled hearing Yosuke mutter something similar. Oh well, more for her.

When she finally made it to her cooler in the corner of the front office, the regal raven-haired girl quickly looked over her shoulder to make absolutely certain no one was trying to sneak a peak at her combination for the lock. “Just a quick little sip…and then I’ll get right back to work.” She told herself as she opened the lid. The sound of the can opening was like music to her ears and the rim was immediately placed in her mouth. “*mmmmmmm*” She could feel her body relax and warmth fill her stomach, cool going down but oh so toasty when it was inside your body, yet another thing that made these so wonderful. She did whatever she could to keep that continuous stream flowing…

Until a sharp knock sounded on the door. “Yuki-chan? Are you in there? We really need your help with the west wing.” Yukiko quickly threw her empty can into a pile in the cooler and reached around for a full one to slip into her robe, sheepishly coming out with her head down. “You were in there for a long time, is something wrong?” Yukiko was too disoriented to respond, feeling like she’d just been ripped out of a dream and out of bed at 5 A.M. The maid shrugged and sent her on her way noticing that in her haste she forgot to reapply her lock. “Did she forget the combination? Why else would she have been in here for five minutes?” The woman wasn’t able to resist a small peak inside and what she found was that at least three cans were already emptied of their contents. “Oh, she must have been trying to figure out whoever did this! Someone needs to learn the meaning of self-control!”

That someone was currently on her way to the west wing, feeling incredibly thankful that her kimono hid her bloated soda belly. Even with the teensy steps she was taking, she could still feel the gentle sloshing of the liquid inside, with the position of her clasped hands near her waist making it feel like a milk maid carrying an overfull bucket of dairy. Luckily, it didn’t seem to cause gassiness and usually disappeared by meal time. “Oh, good there’s no one in this hallway,” she thought to herself and just like that she was back to sipping. Her belly was bloated and full true, but that was just a side effect of the soda really. It hadn’t felt uncomfortable to be like this since the first week!

The future owner sent a silent prayer to past architects and floor planners for how centrally located the lobby was, slipping in for a quick soda to in turn slip into her obi was made quite simple that way. Perfect to keep the young innkeeper on a steady supply of ambrosia until dinner or her belly got too tight for more, usually the former these days. In fact, her parents even made a comment or two about her new “healthy” appetite, not too harshly but just reminding her that Amagi women have never possessed a fast metabolism. It wasn’t like Yukiko was trying to pig out or anything, lately she just hadn’t been feeling full no matter how much she ate.

It was those very comments that made her strip down to nothing but her underwear that night and inspect herself for any unsightly bulges or fat deposits. Her hands ran all along her slender body, from her motherly hips all the way to her unfortunately modest breasts, delicate pinches only turning up the usual amount of aesthetically appealing softness. Fortunately, it seemed as though-

“*Ah!*”

She’d spoken too soon because right around her navel was a little poochy pad of fat that she could squeeze between her thumb and index fingers. “O-oh dear. Maybe I have been eating a tad too much recently…I’ll have to remember that Quelorie Magic only assists with weight loss and isn’t a substitute for proper diet and nutrition!” But…seeing as how she did in fact but on a little weight…

The scantily clad girl padded her way over to the drink she’d put on a nearby coaster, chub coating ever so slightly jiggling with every movement. And as she reached out to feel that all encompassing warmth inside once again, only one thought was going through Yukiko Amagi’s mind.

What was the harm in one more?

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“Eyewitness reports say the suspect had black hair, but the evidence found at the *mmph* crumb sween *gulp* clearly indicates brown. When will the police realize *sssssiiippp* *ah* that the human eye provides specious evidence at best?” As nice as it felt to be able to throw herself back into her work; no job was perfect, and Naoto often voiced her grievances aloud as a form of therapy, much like writing a letter no one will ever see. She could tell just by looking at the pile of paperwork she’d yet to sift through that tonight was going to be a long one and heaved another sigh.

“Suspect is described *momph* as a *srrrriiipp* 5’6 male in his mid-twenties. *Gulp* *gulp* *gulp* oh that’s sure helpful, might as well have *urp* told me he was a human being…” Taking a can out of the cooler she set up next to her desk, the detective steeled herself for the task in front of her.

Despite her grousing, as she allowed herself to fall deeper and deeper into her work, it became strangely meditative. Deduction was second nature to her, so it was only natural she could slip into the state of mind like comfortable lounge wear. A cozy warmth started to envelop her body like a blanket, pleasantly tingling almost every pore in her body and almost massaging the area around the back of her neck. The world around her fell away until it was just Naoto, her case work, the warm tingling and a rather persistently annoying tightness around her midriff. It wasn’t strong enough to break through her concentration though it was still rather irritating; her hand went down for several adjustments and still it continued, but it was at the back of her mind at best.

That is until the detective stretched back in her seat and raised her arms over her head to crack her back. All at once there was a strange *ping* sound, followed by a clatter and finally a release of pressure from around her waist all in the space of about three seconds. It was just barely enough to drag Naoto from her mental palace and made her flutter her quite feminine eyelashes rapidly as though she were waking from a long nap despite being wide awake. Somewhat groggily, she looked down to inspect the problem and easily found the culprit; her bulging pot belly just burst the button on her pants was all, nothing too out of the ordinary and no reason to stop her consumption.

It was only after rolling the thought over in her head for a second that she realized the problem with that statement.

“*Gah! * Naoto cried out as she sat up straight, her hands shooting straight to her new rounded gut to confirm it wasn’t just a trick of the light. “*Eep! *” she squeaked when she saw her popped button sitting right on top of her desk, having flown up from the force of her stomach pressing against her pants. “*Ahh! *” she nearly shouted when she realized it wasn’t just the usual bloating but a little ball of pudge that sat right in her lap. Her finger sunk in with her experimental poke and when she removed it, it jiggled right back into place like a jello mold on a plate, surprisingly malleable considering she was supposed to be stuffed full of soda and donuts. That’s when she realized despite all the shock that she’d been subjected to, somehow, she was still holding on to her soda can. “Might as well finish off the rest of this,” she told herself and made sure to drink it slowly and deliberately. As it slid down her throat, she felt that comfortable warmth again and was perfectly ready to fall back into it, but a sharp clattering snapped her out of her stupor once again.

“What was- “The sight that met her eyes would have made her drop her soda if she hadn’t already done so. The clattering was caused by the can bouncing off a pile of its brothers and that pile was located right inside her garbage can. “I didn’t-I didn’t drink all of those today did I?” There was no possible way; surely, she would have felt a slight amount of fullness. Her body would have told her to stop at some point, right? More disturbing was the pile of demolished donut boxes scattered about her desk, they were picked completely clean of their sugary fattening contents and the only evidence of their existence was a thin layer of crumbs around a certain detective’s lips. “W-why would I even bring in that many? Did someone perhaps come by while I wasn’t looking and replace them? No, the door’s locked…”

“*Sssss* this is quite a conundrum. *Gulp* *gulp* *gu-*” Naoto stopped herself mid swallow and nearly choked on the soda, setting it down on the desk with a shaky hand. The cautious girl spent the next several minutes just starring at it, the can of soda intimidating her more than most suspects ever could. Part of her was tempted to just whip out her firearm and blast it away, but that would probably just get it revoked and it would waste it. She shook her head at that last part, unsure as to why she would even care before nervously checking the fridge. To her horror, it was vastly depleted but…she couldn’t quite remember how much she’d started with. And she HAD been rather sedentary recently, maybe one more diet beverage wouldn’t hurt. Thinking quickly, she gives her new gut a harsh squeeze to snap herself out of it, her eating habits were never this bad in the past and she was drinking Quelorie Magic at an astonishing rate. Something seriously fishy was going on here, and as Inaba’s leading investigator it was her job to find out what!


It wasn’t too unusual for Naoto to miss school days but neither Chie nor Yukiko could recall a time when she’d been gone for quite this long. “Do you think she’s sick? Should we stop by?” Chie stopped her chugging momentarily and blinked. “Sorry could you repeat the question?” Her friend sighed and shook her head, she loved Quelorie Magic as much as the next girl but lately it seemed like it was all Chie thought about. If she wasn’t currently drinking, she was thinking about how much she was going to drink in the future, though to be fair it was hard to forget about it considering their surroundings.

The new soda had hit the town by storm and all around them was the sound of cans opening, drinks pouring, fizz bubbling, and girls sipping away at their sodas and it was like that no matter where you went in Inaba. It was enough to send the more reserved girl reaching for her own soda, sad that it wasn’t helping with her weight loss efforts but relieved it at least tasted good. Her minor little pooch of days past had morphed into a full fleshy gut that bounced with every step; she wore her brown winter coat to hide it for now, but she was unsure how much longer she could keep it up with the rate at which she was growing. In only a week, she’d managed to pack on what seemed like thirty pounds and it was all in her belly. She knew her metabolism was supposed to slow down as she aged, but this was just ridiculous!

At least Chie was in the same boat, or maybe it was more like the same BLOAT, Yukiko held back a laugh at her clever joke and let her eyes fall to the martial artist’s own obvious pudge. Chie was surprisingly blasé about it, acting like she could work it off in no time despite having to constantly tug her shirt down since it would rise up constantly. Always the less athletic of the pair, Yukiko wasn’t about to start criticizing her best friend’s exercise habits. It was just…Chie’s gut seemed to swell bigger by the day, like she was constantly packing it full of meat except it was far too bouncy and wobbly for it to be a full stomach.

“*Ah! * *pop*” Chie popped the rim of the bottle away from her mouth and gave her growing gut a pat. No longer satisfied with just cans, she’d moved up to bottles of the stuff and drank them down just as quickly. Yukiko should have been shocked but instead all she could think about was how much more convenient it would be to not have to stop by her cooler as often for a refill. She’d definitely have to have some delivered…

Suddenly, the door to the classroom slid open and standing there was one very embarrassed looking detective prince wrapped up tightly in her blue peacoat. “Senpai, can I talk to you in private? It’s urgent.” The two older girls looked between themselves and then back to Naoto and the almost frantic look in her eye, nodding and standing up to follow her lead. Surprisingly, their kohai didn’t just take them outside, she took them all the way to the roof of the school. On the way there, they passed more young ladies eagerly partaking in delightful drink. One older rather busty teacher in particular was in the middle of persuading the principle to install a vending machine. “It will pay for itself!” she insisted with a disturbingly high pitch shriek. The old man only needed to take one look around him to see the truth in her statement.

“You know, that’s not a bad idea at all…I never feel I pack enough to last me. This way, we can have it delivered to us at school!” Chie was practically drooling at the thought, but Naoto seemed a bit more uneasy like she was trying to fight an urge. “What’s wrong Naoto? Are you still not feeling well?” The detective shook her head and slapped her cheeks to regain some kind of focus, leaving her two companions quite confused. “Just…I’ll explain everything upstairs.”

Yukiko wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to the sensation of climbing with a belly. It was a big cumbersome thing that refused to cease its movement no matter how carefully she stepped. The girl swore she could hear the soda sloshing about inside, but it was most likely just her imagination. What wasn’t her imagination was how it seemed to move a second behind the rest of her body, still jostling and shaking from her previous movement as she started the next one. That ball belly of hers was no doubt composed of nothing but pure adipose.

Chie didn’t fare much better, having always been a fan of skintight t-shirts a big floppy water balloon stomach certainly didn’t help keep her covered; again, and again, the girl tried valiantly to tug her shirt down and each time it would come right back up, not even reaching the waistband of her athletic shorts. Eventually, even she was forced to admit defeat on this one and merely sighed in acceptance as it rolled over her navel for the final time.

“Now on to business,” Naoto began when they finally ascended. Her speech was cut short though, for when she turned around she was met with a terrifying sight. Her two senpai were eagerly quenching their thirsts, Chie with a bottle and Yukiko with a can, and not paying attention to her in the slightest. “H-hey don’t drink those!” the socially awkward girl attempted, her prepared speech forgotten in her panic. To her credit, Yukiko actually stopped drinking when she heard her younger classmate’s distress. “Oh, how rude of me! I didn’t bring any for you… although…you have your own supply, right? How do I put this delicately *um* well…get your own?” Naoto’s jaw nearly dropped at the selfish sentence she’d just heard especially from someone like Yukiko-senpai, although Chie was probably worse in that regard. She hadn’t stopped drinking for even a moment and the bluenette could swear she was able to see her belly bloat in real time. Her greed a bit too much for even her, the gluttonous green clad girl adopted a leaned back relaxed posture with both hands firmly planted on her stomach. “*Urp* ohhhh I just can’t get enough of this stuff. Ah damn I forgot to bring up more! Naoto, could you hurry this up? I got a whole stash down there with my name on it.” The youngest of the three pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance; this was going to be more difficult than she first thought.

“Alright, I’ll get right to the point. How many soda cans do you each think you drink in a day.”

“I don’t keep track of such things, so I wouldn’t be able to answer.”

“Umm, how many cans is one bottle worth?” Naoto sighed again, much much more difficult than she first thought. “Right and do you think this is normal?” Instead of answering, Yukiko pursed her lips, trying to find the best way to phrase what she was going to ask next. “Not to be rude but, is this going somewhere? I’d quite like to get back to my lunch.” Chie nodded in agreement and they both took on a nervous, slightly needy facial expression, Chie rubbing her arm and Yukiko rocking back and forth on her feet trying not to let her new stomach throw her off balance. Naoto grit her teeth in annoyance, not only was their dismissal of a quite serious problem starting to get on her nerves, every time one of them would bring up Quelorie Magic, she could feel her pounding headache getting worse. Seeing them getting to enjoy those icy beverages while she went without…well it was quite maddening. Letting her temper get the best of her, she put a hand on her forehead and sighed for the final time. “Fine! I’ll tell you what the point is. You two are addicted to soda and it’s making you fat.” She punctuated her outburst with a firm poke into both of their stomachs leaving her two friends completely stunned.

Yukiko bat away her hand and nervously straightened out her coat. “I-is it that noticeable. Ohhh I thought the coat would hide it better…” The regal girl fixed Naoto with a glare and clasped her hands on her hips, no doubt making that belly bounce underneath the coat. “Still, it’s quite rude to point something like that out.”

“Yukiko’s right. Besides, ‘addicted?’ *pssh* yeah right. We’ve just been eating a bit more than usual, we’ll have this burned off in time for the beach for sure.”

Slowly, Naoto began unbuttoning her coat. “I didn’t want to have to resort to this, but it appears I have now choice. Perhaps now you’ll both see that this situation is not normal.” The other two girls watched bug eyed as Naoto stripped down to her summer uniform, revealing a round jutting belly that perfectly matched those of the other two girls. Perhaps Chie had a slight edge, but they were all relatively close in size and almost exact matches in shape. “Woah looks like you’ve been hitting the buffet a little hard too Naoto *hahaha*! Guess we all let ourselves go a little huh? Hey, I think you might need a new shirt” Naoto blushed fiercely as her hands clasped to her midriff; Chie was quite right as the button near her navel had popped right off, leaving an enticing little peak at her tummy button visible. “I-I will not! Because I don’t plan on gaining any more weight! And you’re one to talk Chie-senpai, half your stomach is hanging out right now!” Chie was all set to shoot back but Yukiko stepped between the two girls before things could escalate, removing her own brown coat in the process. Her stomach strained the fabric of her own white shirt, but as she didn’t wear buttons like Naoto nor tight tees like Chie, she was probably suffering the least from wardrobe malfunction right now.

“I think…Naoto might be right.” Her skeptical friend rolled her eyes but seeing the intent look in Yukiko’s eyes, she decided to hear them out. “Look at our stomachs. I thought perhaps we just had rather odd fat distributions but for all three of us to put on weight in the same way…” It was probably unnecessary, but to prove her point, Yukiko smooshed her own belly up against the other two, drawing them in closer to emphasize their exaggerated apple shapes. Their tummies squished and jiggled as they collided, and the two shorter girls wore fierce blushes. “Okay, okay I get it. Please let go.” Yukiko did as she was told and for the first time, Chie seemed to be willing to listen, which was Naoto’s cue to continue.

“W-well then as you can see…*ahem* thanks to Yukiko-senpai…I too have unfortunately fallen victim to the effects of Quelorie Magic Plus. I mean, don’t you think it’s odd that all three of us have been thin for our whole lives only to now put on a massive amount of weight in the span of a few weeks at most?” Yukiko gave her gut a measuring squeeze while Chie rubbed the bulging curve of her own. Naoto was absolutely right, even eating milkshakes made of donuts and lard nonstop for three weeks wouldn’t have given them guts like these. “So, you think the soda is responsible?”

“I don’t just think, I know. Through careful observation I’ve determined that one can of Quelorie Magic has enough calories in it to rival the Mega Beef Bowl.”

“B-but how is that even possible?”

“I don’t know, and frankly that isn’t even the worst part. If it merely was a fattening beverage it would be no worse than a chocolate malt milkshake. Bad for you yes, but something that can be easily avoided. Instead, it’s an insidious trap of some kind that has somehow managed to snare all of us.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“What I mean is that these drinks seem specifically designed to fatten us up. If my hypothesis is correct, the fat will soon spread beyond our stomachs.” Yukiko knead her belly nervously, a gut was bad enough, but she didn’t know how she could show her double chinned face if she really did turn into a rotund little butter ball. “No way, nuh-uh y-you’re lying!”

“I’m afraid not, Chie-senpai. Haven’t you noticed the increase in your appetite? How you never seem to get full even after heavily imbibing? How quickly you’re ready for more?” The meat loving missy could only open and shut her mouth at a loss for words, having Naoto point everything out like this made it so obvious in hindsight. “It’s stretching our stomachs to be able to take larger and larger feasts, where it gets to work breaking it down into pure adipose tissue.” The girl let out a growl of frustration and gave her own gut a shake, “if only I saw things as they were sooner, I should have known something was up when I was downing five or more!” Yukiko and Chie felt a chill as they looked at each other, these days five was hardly enough for school.

“*Um* Naoto if you don’t mind my asking…if you knew the effects, how did you let yourself become so large?” At this the bluenette blushed heavily and turned away from Yukiko’s eyes. “Well that’s…I needed to test the soda you see! A-and…stop looking at me like that please!” Yukiko gave a grim nod that made Naoto almost quiver in her boots, it was a constant struggle to “stay clean” as it were and today was the only day she’d mustered up the willpower not to have any. A choice she was truly coming to regret as her head pounded, begging for soda soda soda.

“Why would Rise give us such a thing? *Ah* could she be trying to eliminate us as rival’s for Yu’s affection!?” The opportunity to deduce gave Naoto a much-needed reprieve from her soda laced thoughts, so relieved was she that she even ignored Yukiko’s ridiculous implication. “I don’t think so, I’ll admit she can be…devious when it comes to senpai, but this would require millions possibly billions. I think it’s just a mistake in the chemicals, the higher ups must be scrambling for a fix or a recall of some kind while there’s still time.”

“You know, I thought it was kinda weird how only girls seemed to like it. Every guy I know couldn’t stand the taste.” Every piece of evidence only made things more and more suspicious and the girls could only curse themselves for not seeing it sooner. “Oh no! Then that means everyone in town is affected! We have to warn them.” Yukiko bravely led the charge down the stairs with Chie and Naoto following close behind, the detective urging her to slow down and wait.

“Yo check out those three. Those are food babies if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Wow…look at that jiggle…glad I have this soda.”

“Guess they forgot the exercise part of diet and exercise *hahahaha*”

Those were the taunts they were met with when they returned, Naoto and Yukiko having forgotten to put on their blubber disguisers. The followers watched as Yukiko trembled for a moment, Chie reaching out a hand to comfort her, when suddenly the heiress whipped around with an eerie smile on her face. “Well…a few pounds never hurt anyone…it’s not fair for us to be the only ones who are affected.”

“What the…Yukiko! Come on, what are you saying, we should be swatting the drinks out of their hands!” But to her surprise, Naoto seemed to agree with her off kilter friend. “I mean, it’s not like they’d believe us, especially if they’re as steeped in addiction as you two were.” Chie slumped her shoulders, and admitted Naoto had a point. The genius then gained an eerie smile similar to her raven-haired friend. “Besides…judging by the whisperings at my expense over the past week, we need to help them learn a few pounds is nothing to be afraid of.”

“I wonder how big Hanako is going to get, although I haven’t seen her recently.” All three girls reflected on that, strangely the largest girl in their school had been absent from school for the past few days, but she was never what one would consider studious, so it wasn’t too weird for such a thing to happen. Lazy to a fault, she’d do enough to just barely get by in all aspects of life. “Wonder how her parents let her get away with it, if I did such a thing *oh* mother and father would have me out the door by the second day.” Yukiko was speaking from experience as she’d tried to convince her parents to let her stay home from school to hopefully work off a few of these pounds under the pretense of a stomachache. Her mother chastised her for drinking so much soda which in hindsight should have been a warning sign and that was the end of that.

“Well all I know is we’re only going to get smaller because now…” whatever Chie was going to say died on her lips as the girls re-entered the upper classroom. Her eyes were fixed on her lunch bag and Yukiko’s eyes soon fixed on her own. There was enough Quelorie Magic in there to no doubt sate them for the entire day it was just…the consequences were so dire.

But were they really? Was a little bit of tummy fluff really something worth freaking out over? A nearby girl opened up a can and all three girls imagined themselves in her shoes, pretending her tongue was their own as it happily tasted every drop, pretending their own incredibly parched throats were being lubricated with the sweet beverage. The sound of chugging became like a heart beat in their heads as their palms and necks grew sweaty.

“You know…” Chie said, licking her lips and preparing to say the phrase that would push them even further into their addiction. “Since this is Quelorie Magic’s fault, they’re bound to have a fix…and we’re already fat anyway so maybe we could just…” she didn’t even finish her sentence, already moving towards her bag. “Chie-senpai don’t!” But Chie just ignored her as she rummaged through her bag and upended a can above her head. The instant the droplets hit her tongue, the girl seemed to visibly relax, and she didn’t stop drinking no matter what arguments came from the detective. “Well…she’s a lost cause but honestly I was sort of expecting her to be. Yukiko-senpai…” she turned and was met with blank space as the red clad girl had already advanced on her own bag. “She does have a point Naoto, the company is obligated to help slim us down and ‘detoxify’ us as it were so it makes no difference if we’re 25 or 50 pounds overweight. Besides, everyone else will be fattening up shortly and we won’t stand out as much!”

“B-but what will your parents say? What will the guests say?” Yukiko just shook her head and smiled gently. “My kimono will hide most of it and…well I’m going to enjoy myself for once. Quelorie Magic tastes good Naoto and it’s not our fault they made it addictive. I think Chie has the right idea, after this we’ll never get the chance to taste ambrosia like this ever again!” And with that, she too became a pair of deaf ears as she thoroughly indulged her body with its cravings. Naoto could only watch as her two friends chugged and chugged and soon the rest of the class’ eyes were on them as well. The boys’ contained the appropriate amount of shock and near disgust, but the girls…the girls swiftly ran out of their own soda and were looking right at the two with a seemingly infinite supply, not with sneering contempt at their growing guts like the ones in the hall, but with honest to god envy. Some took to stuffing themselves with their lunches in an effort to take their mind off of it, and others kept intently staring but one thing that was certain was no girl could keep their jealous eyes to themselves for long. And those eyes were the eyes that Naoto soon found herself possessing before remembering she could just as easily have as much.

Right after school, she marched past the girls at the school gate with soda in hand, past the housewives sipping soda in between gossipy tidbits, past the inattentive Junes clerk more concerned with the soft drink on her counter than any customer coming up to her, past other women and girls who were set on doing the same thing, and right to her prize.

“One last…one last binge to get it all out of my system…” Naoto assured herself that night. She was surrounded by empty soda cans and packages of snack food that she knew she’d have to pick up in the morning, but for now all she could do was groan in fullness and listen to her gut fatten her up with almost scientific efficiency.

“I hope…the cure comes soon…” she moaned aloud as the zipper on her pants slowly slid down to make room for her rounded stomach.


Another girl had quite the similar experience that morning, although without the aid of a detective prince she was a bit more in the dark about what was happening.

“*Hic* *ooogh* maybe I went a little overboard…” Blinking blearily from the cozy resting place of her hotel room floor, Rise Kujikawa was awoken by the stream of sunlight coming in from her blinds. Her stirring was met with a loud cacophony of shifting aluminum and the groaning sloshing of a particularly soda logged belly. Her hand slapped around for her phone only serving to scatter the graveyard of cans around even further apart although it didn’t seem to register in her mind just how many there were. To Rise, it was just the standard slightly excessive refuse left over from a night of drowning her sorrows and not a concerning sign of a rapidly growing addiction. A sharp ringing from her phone pierced through her head and made her groan loudly once again; at least it helped her locate the blasted thing, but she’d have to remember to change the ringtone to one of her more subdued pieces, especially as these “pity parties” became more and more common.

Rolling on her side, the flab of her belly pooled across the carpeted floor and wobbled continuously even from that slight movement. The idol wobbled back and forth like a rolling pin unable to crest a particularly full lump of bread dough before finally pushing herself into a pushup position with an effortful heave. A lethargic belch passed through her soda stained lips and by now her phone had stopped ringing, part of her was tempted to just lay there for a while but she was able to convince herself to face the day. After all, she was all out of Quelorie Magic!

Even with her rather rapid weight gain, the simple act of getting up from the floor shouldn’t have been this difficult, but it was like her keg gut was intent on soaking up absolutely every one of the pounds, leaving nothing for her spindly idol arms and legs that were meant to support it. She was rather lucky that it sagged and jiggled too much to possibly be confused for a pregnant belly or else her career would be in even more dire straits than it was now. Her two scant arms shook almost as much as her belly jelly as she hoisted herself onto one knee and finally to her feet, holding out her appendages and waving her hands in small circles to retain her balance. She’d already fallen on her butt from forgetting to do that ONCE thank you very much! Her phone light proved a helpful beacon in the darkness, helping her awkwardly maneuver her way over countless discarded cans, food containers, and clothes until finally reaching it…where she proceeded to bend down and plunder the fridge. Waking up in the morning always left her sooo parched; eight hours was quite a long time to go without after all, though lately it was more like ten or even twelve. Strangely, her thighs and arms jiggled right along with her belly though they seemed no thicker than before, it was like any muscle tone they might have possessed from her time as an idol had been sucked right out from them, and she certainly felt it. Lugging herself around was so much more tiring and nothing felt better than taking a load off and either lying down or planting her butt on the couch, with the fridge in arms reach obviously.

Rise drank and drank before her peckishness forced her to open up a bag of chips to idly munch on. Soda in one hand, chips in the other, she was like a machine the way she alternated between each one. Her stomach churned right along, helpfully digesting the soda bloat into yet more pliable fat on her abdomen, ironic that her ruination felt so pleasant to her with the warmth it spread throughout her body. Her mind grew hazy as she let the tingles and buzz envelop her, although she didn’t really feel it. All she felt was the cool rush down her throat and the pleasant prickling on her skin. Her body naturally made its way towards the couch…

“Your affection, affection!” Her phone chirped happily leading to one very irate idol. Looking to her full hands for a moment, she quickly slammed down the soda she was carrying before tossing it over her shoulder into some corner of the room. Despite the random direction she threw it in, it still hit a pile of cans.

“*Mmm* wuts up? *crunch* *crunch*”

A loud sigh tickled her ear drum making Rise roll her eyes. “Are you really snacking right now!?” the man on the other end asked in complete disbelief. “I thought you were trying to lose weight, not get even bigger!”

“*Mmph*m’ hungry,” she groused through a mouthful of salt and grease. She was always so damn hungry these days, sometimes it felt like having a black hole in her gut with the way it would growl even after a big binge. The soda helped a little to satisfy her cravings, but it certainly wasn’t helping her lose any weight! If it didn’t taste so good, she might even be a little upset!

“Risette! Rise, you there?” Her agent called, interrupting her musings about soda. Somehow, she’d made it to the fridge, sat down and was in the process of drinking another one before her brain caught up. “*Gulp* mmm yeah I’m here. And you just interrupted me in the middle of a workout thank you very much! Losing all this blubber is hard work you know!”

“A workout where you eat and drink junk, yeah right. Anyway, that’s not why I called. Did you forget? Today’s the day you’re supposed to go in to start shooting the second commercial.” Rise felt herself pale at the thought; honestly, she’d kind of forgotten about the obligations she needed to fulfill for Quelorie Magic and was just happy to take their free soda. “T-tell them I’m *slurp* sick! I-I can’t go out right now.” Again, the man sighed into the phone and Rise could hear him pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Rise, you know that isn’t how this works. Besides, they were very insistent on holding a meeting with you.” Before Rise’s protestation could begin, Inoue cut her off. “I don’t know if they’ve seen your…condition, but they seemed rather nervous over the phone. Look, we’ll get you something baggy and you’ll be in and out in fifteen minutes. They might even set you up with a personal trainer.”

“Inoue I…”

“And they threatened to stop supplying you with Quelorie Magic if you don’t come.”

“…”

Rise slipped the frilliest dress she could find over her head not even bothering to change her bra and panties from last night. Her gut was an immense calorie hog to be sure but lately her underwear started to sink in a bit to newly softened flesh, and unlike her appendages there was more cushion for the pushing in those areas.
“Ooooooh I look like Hanako!” Rise whined, taking her belly in both hands and letting it drop with a mighty bounce. A bit overdramatic but not by too much, she did look like a full-term pregnant woman who’d been hitting the bars a little too hard. What started as a simple tire of fat around her lower stomach quickly billowed into a fat indulgent gut that bobbed and jiggled with the slightest of breaths. The kind of gut that took American college students years of drinking carb filled alcohol and scarfing down pizza to earn and not even her frilly orange dress was enough to cover it up. Her nerves began to flare up and from then until her manager came by, she calmed them in the best most tropically fruity way she knew how.

The ride over was awkward at best and downright uncomfortable at worst, Inoue couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her flagon which was definitely much bigger than he last remembered seeing it, but even that couldn’t hold his attention compared to the other phenomenon he was witnessing. “Have you been drinking like this for the last two weeks?”

Rise had grabbed as many soda cans as her arms could hold, which ironically was about how big her stomach was, on the way out the door and was currently pounding down her seventh one. “*Smack* *smack* no, I usually have more. Oh Inoue I’m so nervous *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* oh what will they say when they see me like this!?” Her loud drinking continued and the tension in her body seemed to disappear the more she pounded down, all Inoue could do was sigh and give his favorite client a small rub on the back, poor girl.

Actually getting into the meeting room didn’t help her stress levels at all and she found that all she really wanted in that moment was a nice cold Quelorie Magic. Her heart hammered in her chest as the three suits across from her looked her over, no doubt considering cutting their losses now. They looked rather nervous themselves and the room remained silence as the two sides of the table debated over who would speak first. Finally, an older man on the other end nervously swallowed and asked Risette a simple question. “So…would you like something to drink?”

Rise could hardly believe her ears and hoisted herself upwards against her belly weight, her throat had never felt drier than it did in that moment. “Quelorie Magic,” she croaked out and it was like solid gold just came out of her mouth with the way the men reacted. “Great! That’s great! Excellent! Yes, yes, have as much as you want.” A big bottle of the stuff was presented to her and the idol started bouncing in her seat from sheer excitement, the executives taking a quick peek at her tummy jiggle. “Wait, you guys sell this stuff in bottles now!? Can I get some of that sent to my flat?”

“Of course, anything you want.” The words were hardly out of his mouth before Rise had upended the bottle and started sending the sweet dew straight down into the base of her belly. They waited patiently for her to finish drinking up and were pleased to see the burning desire for more in her eyes. “S-so you’re not mad at me for…putting on a little weight?”

“Not at all, now drink up.” The idol didn’t need to be told twice despite the warnings from her manager. Not even caring how much of a slob it made her look, she upturned the whole bottle and chugged half the thing in one swig.

“You’re not going planning on pressing charges are you Risette?” Rise didn’t really have much of an idea of what he was talking about, but the bottle underneath his fingers did look enticing. The clear confusion on her face seemed immensely relieving to the men and one held the bottle out to her. “Y-“ the bottle moved further away and her instincts acted. “No! No! No!” and with a happy coo, the bottle was in her delicate fingers where she proceeded to almost rip the cap right off. “Sign here please,” and she absentmindedly did just that. Once her initial thirst calmed, she was able to focus on the meeting, but it was already too late. “So, we’ll install a second fridge in exchange for you doing a few more commercials for us,” if Rise bothered to read the actual number, she’d find the claim of a “few” was lowballing it by quite a bit, but a crafty slide of a can into her field of vision prevented such a thing. “*Mmhmm* fine with me. Shouldn’t I…well maybe I should drop the we-“

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll discuss it after this second commercial okay? For now, just enjoy your Quelorie Magic.” Inoue was furious when he found out, but Rise rightfully insisted it was a blessing at her current size. “I’m fat okay!? And this way we can spin it into a publicity stunt. So, let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Her arms were once again filled with soda when she argued in favor of the company and it made Inoue wonder if perhaps there was something in those things that made her so eager to sign on and keep a rather large amount of weight.

“Oh thank god she had no idea!” one of the businessmen exclaimed as he collapsed in relief. Another one was pressing his head into his hands and exhaling while another still was running from the room to tell a higher up the good news. This whole thing had been an absolute disaster, first they found their miracle weight loss solution quite literally did the exact opposite of what it was supposed to do, but an international pop star chugged down enough of it to fill a small swimming pool weekly. But…technically they’d never said what the product did so that left some very small wiggle room to enact Operation Save our Skin. Fortunately, Risette was too hooked to be a wrench in things and no doubt the rest of Inaba would be the same.

“Mr. President, Mr. President, your plan worked! It really worked!” He came in to see his boss changing from a mechanics uniform into a proper business suit, he must have made another trip to Inaba. “Excellent, just like I knew it would. Looks like the girls of Inaba are going to become quite fat.” The creepy smile he gave made his employee feel the urge to remind him they’d just narrowly averted bankruptcy or at the very least a multi-billion-dollar law suit, but the boss man sent him away before he could react. Perhaps he was just imagining things, why would a business tycoon even care about some Podunk town?


A beautiful white beach spread out as far as the eye could see; pristine and sparkling with sunlight, even the sand was a vision of loveliness. But despite all that, most men’s eyes would be drawn to the auburn-haired porker lounging supine atop a towel instead.

Her flabby belly let out an exaggerated groan with little fake red lines attached for good measure rousing tubby from her relaxation as she tried her hardest to sit up. She grunted and strained in the fight against her own bulk but the rather effortful noises she made were fortunately cut out in post. At last, she was able to sit up straight and let her gut spill across her thick thighs, coming  to her plump pale cheek in faux surprise as she wiggled her fingers in delight at the pile of snacks sitting close to her. There was one soft drink in particular that caught her eye and if someone knew what they were looking for, they could see a feeble resistance along her face that managed to barely hold for the time being. Still she did look happy grabbing for a chocolate snack cake, arm fat jiggling and ass crack becoming even more visible than it already was; luckily the cameras didn’t pick that second part up.

She sat back down heavily, this time with an unedited grunt, and a special effect made the camera bounce along with her pudgy body once it settled onto her throw pillow of a bottom. The snack cake was quickly disposed of and the happy licking the chubby girl gave the leftover crumbs only served to emphasize the budding double chin she had coming in. She was rather cute for a fat girl, joyfully patting her belly with both her hands and a big smile on her face, and the rack she had on her was nothing to sneeze at either. Juicy white melons that stuck out just as far as her gut and created an overspill of enticing cleavage, it was almost enough to distract from all the meat below.

Suddenly, the girl looked up in surprise. It seemed the beach wasn’t as empty as she thought! Two other girls dressed in one-piece bathing suits were trying their best to do some very last- minute beach body sculpting, but from the exaggerated movement of their arms and desperate panting, it was clear they weren’t having too much luck at it. They were hardly fat, especially not compared to the pig tailed piggy sitting a few feet away, but they definitely had more to grab than the average girl. Eventually, one collapsed on her back while the other bent over and started to gasp for air as the camera cut to a very smug looking fat girl. Or at least that was the intention; she had on an award winning infuriatingly self-satisfied smirk, but it was clear her heart wasn’t really in it. Her eyes kept darting to one enticing looking green bottle amongst her treasure trove of junk and it took all she had to lick her lips in eager anticipation. Mentally counting down the seconds was nothing short of pure torture and the speed at which she grabbed it was far faster than her size would suggest she was capable of. All too quickly, she collapsed on her own back like a particularly jiggly turtle and began to suck on the sugary sweetness in clearly visible ecstasy as the camera took an overhead shot. The empty bottle eventually rolled away from her open fingers and she looked skywards with a satisfied smile. Her plump thighs ground against each other as she took on a stereotypical model pose with one leg raised and two hands behind her head, blowing a kiss for good measure.

“I’m tired of diets, enough with going to the gym. Good thing there’s something even I can handle.”

“New Quelorie Magic Plus. No pain, all gain.”


The collective “WHAAAAAAAT!?” that went up throughout Inaba was heard from Iwatodai to Shibuya. Not only was one of the town’s “three beautiful jewels” now an overfed doughball, the miracle drink that they’d all been obsessing over was actually some kind of formula to help you GAIN weight!? It was like some sort of a bizarre dream but unfortunately the flab hanging off their bodies was very very real.

The day most girls realized they were carrying something extra around their middles, it was like Christmas came early to Inaba that year. Many girls took the Yukiko approach of hiding their weight with extra baggy winter clothing only to realize dozens of their classmates came up with the exact same idea. School that day was similar to a standoff from an old western, everyone knew what everyone else was packing under those coats, but no one had the courage to call attention to it. At least they could all join in scoffing at the three colorful lardasses who were far beyond camouflaging their girth.

That laughter didn’t last long though. As the weeks rolled by and the bellies bulged out, it was clear that diet and exercise was no match for the onslaught of calories they were assaulting their bodies with and the sudden lack of strength in their limbs certainly didn’t help. Big blubbery paunches that stuck out almost a foot in front, there wasn’t a girl at Yasogami under 150 by the end of the month. And it wasn’t just limited to the school girls either; bored housewives idly sipping, curious shoppers wanting to try out the sweeping soda sensation, it certainly gave the men of Inaba quite the scare seeing both wife and daughter with big pregnant looking bellies. Strangely, learning it was all adipose tissue didn’t seem to help much.

Everyone knew the cause by now of course, it would be impossible not to with nearly the entire female population of the town bloating up, and they were all anxiously awaiting some kind of pill or miracle diet from the company as their bellies grew by the day; despite all this, they still couldn’t stop drinking the soda. They’d curse their waistlines fate while in the next breath taking a swig of Quelorie Magic. Even watching the three fattest girls in town act as a sort of window into the future wasn’t enough to deter the unhealthy soda consumption. “Just stop drinking it!” The men cried out in unison being met with pouting, snarling, whining, or just plain being ignored in favor of more soda depending on who they asked. Something had to give, but it wasn’t going to be having a can or twelve before the day was over.

When that commercial came out, it was like their worlds had been flipped upside down. Not only were they now seemingly stuck like this for the near future, but now there was no easy way out and in fact getting that big was expected. The three largest girls in particular were less than pleased.

“Rise what the heck?!” Chie shrieked into the cell phone. She and her two friends were currently sitting in a circle on the roof huddled around a speaker, or at least they were attempting to huddle in, Chie’s hips made that a little more difficult than it used to be.

The sound of loud slurping and the subsequent lip smack made all the girls present wince, a stifled burp passed through the phone line, followed by a satisfied groan. “Oh, did the commercial come out already?” The peppy idol said in a slurred tired voice. “Kind of…lost track of the days.” The sound of a cap opening quickly punctuated the statement and the Inaba stationed girls had to wait for their friend to finish her drink before they could get another word in. “If this is your idea of a joke, it’s not very funny.”

“Huh? Joke? What are you talking about Naoto? If this is about my weight...”

“It’s about our weight!” Yukiko jumped in. Her shout was so fierce that her two friends jumped up in their seats, knocking against each other and causing a whole plate full of jiggling. “If you knew about this…there will be consequences.” Even though she was half a country away, the idol audibly gulped over the phone. “I…I didn’t know it was some kind of weight gain formula, honest. Besides, it’s not a big deal, just stop drinking it!”

“You...!”

“I mean, I think all the body positivity stuff is kind of cool and it’s nice not to have to worry about my weight for a while.”

“Rise…!”

“Oh, and FYI, that commercial was made a while ago so I’m a liiiittle bit bigger. *gulp* *gulp* *gulp* *pwah* So don’t be too shocked when you see my next one teehee.”

That certainly gave the others pause for thought, her gut had already been big enough to hold a watermelon inside and here she was telling them she was even bigger? A spike of anxiety went through them and Naoto found herself nervously speaking up. “Rise, this stuff is addictive. It was scientifically designed to get you hooked!”

“*Slurp* sounds about right to me!”

“Rise this isn’t a joke! This drink makes you fat and keeps you growing until…well I don’t know when yet. What I do know is something’s extremely wrong here.”

“*Uh* yeah, that’s what they said on the box. Anyway, they said I’m not supposed to talk to people about the product too much *crunch* sho *mmf* *slurp*” The conversation dissolved into various sounds of consumption that only served to aggravate their cravings. “Rise!”

“Oh! Oh right…you’re still here. *Um* listen, we were going to start shooting so I only have an hour for break…and I can’t drink Quelorie Magic while the cameras are rolling so…talk to you later!” And just like that, she was gone leaving three very disgruntled fat girls in her wake.

“So…” Yukiko nervously piped up, trembling a little from the shock. “Does that mean we’re on our own?”

“It appears to be that way, yes.” Naoto shook a handful of stomach fat in irritation before letting out a long sigh, to Yukiko and Chie’s mild jealousy, she remained the smallest of the three. Sure, her tubby double rolled gut strained the buttons on her white shirt almost to the breaking point, but her lower body was only mildly squeezed by her jeans and her face had remained relatively unchanged with only some slight additional softness there. Still, she would have taken a more even distribution if it meant she didn’t need to walk around like there was a bomb strapped to her belly, thinking carefully about every movement, sucking in her gut slightly, always worried yet another button was going to fly off across a classroom like the other day when she sat down a little too quickly. The strangest thing of all was how she kept twisting around, like no matter what she did she just couldn’t get comfortable; everything seemed to fit her fine, so what was the problem? “It seems our friend is in too deep, the makers of Quelorie Magic can probably get her to say whatever they want as long as there’s a soft drink in it for her.”

Yukiko puffed out her already puffy cheeks in distress and smoothed out the front of her dress as the corners of her eyes filled with tears. “B-but…oooh how am I going to lose all this weight?” Big and round, it was as if someone had put a hose in her mouth and kept her pumped full of sugary beverage until every part of her once slender body was bloated up. Bread dough arms that strained the sleeves even on her summer shirt and a pinchable pair of chipmunk cheeks, she was more balloon in shape. Despite the seeming firmness in comparison to Rise or even Naoto’s loose jiggling appearance, she was just as soft as proven by how the waistband of her skirt dug into her midriff. It had come untucked during the jiggle fit earlier and she sheepishly adjusted herself when she thought no one else was looking.

“*Ah* I mean she’s right, we just have to start losing weight if it bothers us so much,” Chie pointed out after taking a swig. The girl with the smallest belly was still somehow the largest thanks solely to her hip spread. A bubble of fat oozed out the back of her pants and left a jiggly cleft visible large enough to drop a pencil in. It was fitting she took on the appearance of a fat gourd considering just how much soda she drank; measuring her consumption by the liter, it was clear Chie was on her way to becoming quite the large girl. Her tight spandex squeezed her like a Christmas ham, outlining the bulges and curves of her overstuffed legs. Little tears were beginning to open up on the sides, the fraying material the only thing between her and the bottoms of her butt cheeks being exposed by an inadequate skirt.

“That might prove to be difficult since the Quelorie Magic broke down our muscles…” Naoto’s pondering was interrupted by Chie gasping in shock. “W-WHAT!? When did that happen?” The observant girl stared at her friend in a mixture of exasperation and incredulity, “what do you mean when did that happen? It’s BEEN happening for the past several weeks.” She knew Chie wasn’t the most astute of her friends but surely even she noticed her prized muscles being sucked out as pliable fat was pumped in to replace them. But from the way the girl was flexing experimentally, eyes wide with shock, that was apparently exactly what happened. Naoto turned to her other senpai to share a knowing look only to find she too was squeezing her arm in shock. “H-how did I not notice?” The detective may have had a hypothesis or two…

“*Ahem* that being said…it’s just one more obstacle we’ll have to deal with.”

“*Slurp* deal with?” Naoto gave the soda sloshed Chie a glare until her the girl regained enough clarity to remember what they were talking about. “Oh to stop the outbreak right *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*”

“Maybe we should assemble the Investigation Team and storm their headquarters.” Yukiko suggested, drinking her own soda intermittently. “They can’t keep fattening up the town if they take out the source!” From the way Chie was nodding her head she seemed to be in favor and Naoto had to admit after a squeeze of her fat tummy that the idea certainly was tempting. “Well…maybe but first I think we need to stop consuming the soda before we do anything.” The rooftop became so quiet that the only sound was the faint sound of soda consumption from the school yard below. Chie and Yukiko looked between each other and then their soda cans and then back to each other and then to Naoto. Chie wore a cheeky embarrassed grin while Yukiko awkwardly poked her fingers around the paper bottle label.

“W-well let’s not be too hasty.”

“Yeaaaah I mean…we don’t have to stop drinking it right? Just…be a little more careful is all.”

Naoto said nothing, merely putting her hands on her squishy hips and looking at the two of them like they’d each grown second heads. Instead of acting to dissuade them like she hoped, it only seemed to embolden their delusion. “Y’know, I bet if I started exercising again that all this fat would melt right off. I mean, it’s not like I ever held back when it came to meat right? Yeah yeah that sounds right! You two should exercise with me and then we can drink all the soda we want without getting fat!” The hypocritical heifer rested back on her haunches with a smug look on her face like she’d figured it all out. “But Chie, our muscles are gone. Are you sure you’ll be able to do as much as you used to?”

“*Uh* yeah? I mean it’s like riding a bike. My body still has the memories of them being there so that means it should be easy!” The gentle girl pursed her lips making her chubby cheeks bulge, “I’ve seen people attempt to exercise and it hasn’t worked for them…” Her friend let a little nervousness show on her face before replacing it with her trademark grin. “Well that’s just because they’re not working hard enough! Come on Yukiko, you know when it comes to working out, there’s no one in town who can compare to me!” Naoto was thankful Yukiko didn’t seem to be buying into Chie’s nonsense this time but what a shock it was when the heiress came up with something even more convoluted and ridiculous.

“You know I’ve been thinking, if Quelorie Magic is addictive then that means it’s going to be the only soda you drink right?” The detective had to agree on that at least, every other soft drink tasted like lead in her mouth and only made the cravings stronger. “So what if the cure is actually a competitor’s brand? You’d never think to pick one up and the solution to mysteries is always the last thing you’d suspect right Naoto-chan?”

“I…don’t know about that. Besides, if anything they’re just trying to drum up business.” But like Chie, Yukiko seemed to have convinced herself. “No, no, I’m right because Quelorie Magic works by breaking down food to make you fatter but soft drinks don’t have anything to break down. That’s why they sit in your stomach and make you bloated before passing through. So the solution is to counteract the evil fattening soda with a more healthy one before you eat!” She appeared to be neglecting the fact that just one can had enough calories for an entire meal, never mind the bottles everyone upgraded to recently.

“*Um* Yukiko, I’m not trying to say you’re wrong, but doesn’t it make more sense to just burn more calories than you put in?”

“It does make more since…which is why it’s a trick!” The girls eyes grew wide with her “realization,” and she looked to Chie with a desperate expression. “Chie you’re being lulled into a false sense of security!”

“Wha- yeah right. As if drinking a bunch of soda is any better. There’s no such thing as a “healthy” soda by the way.”

The argument was about to become more heated when Naoto, having lost the last remnants of her patience, let out what sounded almost like a growl. “Would you two imbeciles listen to yourselves? All you have to do is stop drinking the stuff and yet here you are bending over backwards to justify consuming more! Do you two have any self-control!?”

That seemed to make something snap inside Yukiko. Slowly and unsteadily, the girl got to her feet, approaching Naoto with a glare. She’d always been quite a bit taller than the detective but now she seemed to be towering over her with a big belly all set to bowl the other girl over. “Naoto…I don’t think you have any room to say such things.” And before Naoto could ask her exactly what she meant by that, she got her answer in the form of a sharp fingernail jammed cruelly into her button parting fat. Immediately, Naoto bat her hands away and paled when the sudden movement made her clothes creak ominously. “If it’s so simple, why is this stomach so overindulged.” The fatty innkeeper said hypocritically as her own tummy wobbled and bounced.

“I-I’m still the smallest one here…” she mumbled but although it was the truth, something in her voice made it seem like she was hiding something.

“Yeah but you’re still getting tubby because you’re not exercising!”

“No, it’s because she’s stuffing herself with donuts instead of the antidote!”

“I-I just slip up now and again, if we all made a concentrated effort…”

And on and on it went, irritation building until all three participants felt like they needed a nice stiff drink to calm down. “Alright…this is getting us nowhere.” Naoto finally said. The others readily agreed eyeing their respective bottles. The more time they spent defending themselves the less time they had to drink before the lunch period was over.

“Well how about we each test our theory and whoever’s correct is the one we go along with.” Yukiko’s solution was said hastily and already her hands were moving to the bottlecap, Chie nodded quickly in agreement and muttered something about helping her friends drop the weight before trailing off.

“If you two are so intent on proving me wrong, then go right ahead. It’s your waistline on…” but they’d started on their next bottles before her dramatic speech even had a chance to finish. Look at them just sucking away like that, the tropical fruity taste going down their throats, feeling wonderful the way it bulged your throat and warmed your body…it was a lip licking thought certainly. Her hand reached out towards the direction of the bottle stash…

“No! I can’t-I mustn’t” she shouted and pulled her hand back. The shout didn’t even so much as garner a glimmer of acknowledgement in her friends and she knew that if she started drinking she’d be no different. Not really thinking where she was going, she fled from the roof; slowly of course so as not to upset her precarious uniform situation.
Unfortunately, descending the stairs did not prove to be the respite from temptation she was seeking. Not focusing, she almost ran right into a long line of potbellied girls all waiting their turn for the vending machine. It was eerie how calm everyone was when just a few hours ago the women of the building were practically wailing over their waistlines, but panic gave way to a need for soda and here they all were to get their fix. They could worry about fixing things tomorrow…later…after just one more. Those towards the back were tiding themselves over with their lunches, eating helping them take their minds off the soft drink just beyond their grasp. Even though everyone knew full well the effects of the soda, those without still looked enviously at the girls who were able to suck down a soft drink. Even the teachers were not immune as one with an Egyptian headdress said a silent prayer bouncing anxiously on her feet from her spot in the line, tummy bulging proudly in her brown skirt as she leant back like a pregnant woman to support the heft. Kashiwagi was further behind in the line but further ahead in her own gaining process. She’d have to be as she was the one who spearheaded having the vending machine installed. What was once done to entice the boys was now more a matter of convenience as there was no way those buttons would close around what she was packing up top.

“Hurry *mmph* up already!” A particularly plump girl whined. Despite not having access to the special perks of the Investigation Team, Ai Ebihara would have fit right in with them. Her beer gut had definitely become a fat sack with a thick squeezable lower roll, similar in shape to Rise but whereas the idol was flabby and drooping, the strawberry blonde was big and bulging. Nothing like a balloon, that fat was filled with butter and grease and the reason why was clear just by watching her cram potato chips into her face.

Her call for expediency seemed to strike a cord with the ladies in waiting and slowly a clamoring began to rise. Slowly, the tubbies began to push and shout and it wasn’t long until the line became a disorganized crowd as the few male teachers tried to keep the peace.

Naoto could only watch in complete and utter…relief that she didn’t have to deal with that. She’d brought her own supply in her bag and had enough squared away to get through the day. Immediately, she chastised herself and shook her head. This stuff was dangerous, and she’d have to remain alert at all times or risk ballooning even more. She rolled her shoulders a bit and flexed, something under her shirt seeming to bother her a little. Her eyes fell on the unoccupied restrooms and her thoughts began to turn to some much-needed relief as her hands brushed over her upper chest before she scolded herself for zoning out again.

But being alert was a double-edged sword as it kept her aware of the constant slurping, fizzing of opening cans, relieved sighs after a hit, stifled burps, chugging and all sorts of other noises that made her lick her lips. It began to surround the detective on all sides like a vacuum of temptation until eventually she couldn’t take it anymore.

“J-just one, I’ll just have one to take the edge off…s-so I don’t relapse later!” She ran into the restroom before the hurried justification had even left her lips and was guzzling within the next breath.

“Mmmm *gulp* *gulp* *gulp*”

All the jiggling wobbling flesh disturbed the delicate balance of her uniform and yet another button went sailing across the room, clattering on the bathroom floor. Her pants gradually slid down her fat stomach throughout the day leaving her unbuttoned lower stomach perfectly visible, not that most girls were lucid enough to notice most of the time. Her belt buckle tickled the underside between her fat roll and fupa quite uncomfortably and it wasn’t long before a hand reached down and quickly whipped it off with one quick motion.

Her promise of “just one” quickly turned into three but at least she could take pride in the fact they were only cans and not bottles. The sound of tearing fabric was what saved her from further indulgence but strangely her uniform was completely intact…aside from the odd button of course. The answer was provided by the way her hands shot up to her chest and the sigh of relief she gave out when she realized her bindings were still holding; the mighty exhale of relief of course caused another tear to sound out much to her chagrin. She’d spent all morning stuffing her zeppelins in there and the last thing she wanted was yet another wardrobe malfunction today.

“A-alright. I got everything out of my system, I just need to slowly wean myself *sip* off and I’ll be fine…you’re still thinner even with the…hidden baggage. Maybe just one more wouldn’t hurt after all…”


It had been a few weeks and by now Chie could clearly see whatever diet plan her two friends were on, it clearly wasn’t working. Yukiko especially seemed to just swell bigger and bigger by the day and Naoto wasn’t too far behind. It was hard not to be too smug about it, but she managed to hold herself back. She still hadn’t actually managed to shed any of her own weight, but her muscles were well on their way to growing back. It was why she’d been so tired recently, her body readjusting to the extra weight, or so she told herself. Currently, she was enjoying a breakfast of champions before her Sunday mid-morning run courtesy of her lovely mother.

“Great *mmph* bweakfwast mom!” Usually, her mother would scold her for talking with her mouth full, but Mrs. Satonaka was currently cramming sausage and egg into her own maw using Quelorie Magic to wash it down. They say you can tell the fate of a daughter’s waistline by the shape of her mother, but here it was quite the reverse. The older Satonaka’s hips were just beginning their spread across the dining room chair while her girthy pot belly was nestled snugly in her apron. Chie’d been meaning to bring up her mother’s weight gain but seeing as how she was in the kitchen much more often these days, that wooden spoon of discipline practically never left her hand.

Eventually, both women leant back in full glutted contentment, their dry parched mouths urging them to imbibe, so they did, chasing down the feast with bottle after bottle until the feeling of dryness faded. Despite how much they were both eating, at least half the table was dedicated solely to holding their supply of bottles. Any fullness they felt was quickly dealt with as the soda made quick work breaking down their stomach contents into more buttery fat on their hips and it wasn’t long before Chie’s stomach started grumbling again.

“Guess I *mgh* better get started on dinner.” Her mom hoisted herself to her feet though not before a generous swig of her bottle, sucking it down like a 50’s housewife would kitchen wine. Chie knew it would probably be another hour before it was ready and with a newly empty stomach, she felt ready to get a little exercise in. Hopping to her feet would just result in her belly colliding with the table so she’d slowly adjusted to first turning to the side before making any standing maneuvers; that was until her booty got a little too wide for most normal chairs, just beginning to flop over the sides like a natural cushion. It filled up the back quite nicely as well and with a few dozen extra pounds, would vacuum seal the hole. Needless to say, standing up normally was quite a bit beyond her.

Instead what needed to happen was the bottom-heavy brunette needed to push back her chair as far as it went before raising her bottom, picking it up and slowly inching her way around the chair until she was facing the side. It was almost like an excitable child bouncing in its seat except made as sluggish and lazy as possible and with a lot more oomph in her ass whenever it bounced against the chair. A hand then slapped itself on to the table and ever so slowly hoisted the jiggling fatty to her feet. Chie wiped some sweat from her brow and rewarded herself with a nice chilling chug afterwards that lasted as long as the attempt to get on her feet did. In the twenty or so feet from the kitchen to the door, she probably managed to drain another bottle.

Her ponderous hams made moving one leg past the other quite difficult, forcing the girl into a lethargic waddle that necessitated daily lotion rubbing between her stocky pillars. The short shorts she insisted on wearing certainly didn’t help in that regard, leaving acres of jiggling Chie meat on full display. But why had she continued to pile on weight despite her diligence in exercising? Even right now she was beginning her stretching for yet another successful work out.

“*Mmgh* *grrr* come on!”

The answer soon became obvious as she grunted and strained to reach over her healthy gut. She just couldn’t quite seem to reach her toes no matter how hard she tried, her belly bunching up into cute little roles as the twin melons of her ass ate up the fabric of her bottoms. Any passerby would be in for quite the treat as she was too preoccupied with her simple warmup to concern herself with expending the energy to fix her wardrobe. Eventually, she was left with no choice but to give up before she tuckered herself out completely. A hand gave her gut a firm slap and she exhaled in sheer exhaustion. “L-looks *phew* looks like my body hasn’t adjusted to the new muscle yet.” She squirted a bottle of sports drink straight into her mouth and gave herself a moment to catch her breath. The “sports drink” was of course Quelorie Magic as she found running without it gave her a wicked headache that she just couldn’t deal with; she NEEDED to have some, and it NEEDED to be in a two-liter bottle. Eventually, she gave up all pretenses and just lifted the thing up into her mouth, bingo wings jiggling wildly as she upended it.

Chie was still breathing heavily even after her little break and already her toneless legs were wobbling like jelly just thinking about getting her fat ass in gear. The loss of her carefully sculpted muscle turned out to be quite a blow to the poor girl’s willpower, and as her ass inflated with calories, she found what she really wanted to do was use it as the resting place it was clearly meant to be.

“You’re making *huff* good progress. It’s important not to over-train!” She helpfully reminded herself, deciding to skip the warm up and move straight into the run.

Of course, just breaking into a run was a bit “behind” her at this point and with her heavy breathing it was more like an old car spluttering to life on a winter morning. Chie brought her foot down with a heavy thud; she couldn’t quite move her legs directly parallel to each other instead having to sort of lurch to the side which lead to quite the awkward and clumsy stride. She was trying to run with two bags of thick sand strapped to both her hips and with a thin strip of cloth wedged uncomfortably between her ass cheeks. Her arms pumped back and forth, a Quelorie Magic bottle clutched firmly between the fingers of her right hand as the sweat began to pour.

“I…I must have been running for at least…thirty minutes,” In reality it had only been a little over five but to an out of shape pear it sure felt a lot longer. Her form began to quickly deteriorate, her breathing going from short rapid puffs from her nose to downright panting as her arms were no longer able to make a full pumping motion, instead weakly waggling in front of her gut before falling to her sides uselessly. Her head fell back with a long, sustained whine as her attempted jog devolved into more of a plodding trot. Her face was absolutely coated with sweat and her breathing was a series of haggard gasps, hands settling on her knees as she bent over to catch her breath. The sound of a loud tearing sound made her gasp in shock and shoot up straight, hands clapping to her jello mold cheeks, had her exercise shorts finally given up the ghost?

Fortunately, it was an older woman who’d made the unfortunate decision of bending over herself. The tubby red-faced housewife in question scurried off but not before drowning her embarrassment with some good old Quelorie Magic. The sight alone was enough to make Chie lick her lips in longing; almost immediately, she plopped down on to the nearby sidewalk, buns quivering and slapping against each other from the impact. Her fingers got right to work massaging the soreness out of her thighs and she took an absent-minded swig from her bottle. As the seconds passed however, the drinking began to replace the rubbing and soon she was leaning back on her haunches and sucking every last droplet from the container.

“All out…” she whined pitifully, holding her eye up to the opening to make absolutely sure; she couldn’t keep going without proper hydration after all! That’s when she remembered Aiya started serving the beverage along with its usual fare and judging by the potbelly Aika had straining her buttons, they probably had quite a lot of it to spare…

“Well…I put in some good work today…nothing wrong with treating myself just a little bit…” The way she saw it, with how much she was sweating she’d probably burned off at least five bottles of the stuff and thus could splurge a bit. The walk down to Aiya’s and back to her house would surely be another two bottles alone! But before she could enjoy her reward, first she had to stand up.

With one laborious motion, she hoisted herself up onto one knee as a starting point before bracing herself to make the full standing motion. Her cheeks shifted and adjusted with gravity and returned to their natural place of hanging off her once pert rear end, trying their best to drag her down into a permanent seated position. She’d adjusted to the weightiness over the past few weeks and now the fact that it took twice as long just to stand up didn’t seem to bother the former martial artist in the slightest.

By the time she made her way down to Aiya’s she ended up getting quite winded again. To think just a few months ago the site of a girl waddling into the restaurant with her hips taking up half the doorframe would have filled the staff with dread, but now it was becoming part and parcel of living in Inaba. The creaking of old stools blended in with the sound of slurping and eating and it made Chie feel quite at home. Hoisting a leg over the bar stool, the excess of her bottom produced quite the meaty overflow and her chair let out the loudest most pained creek in the store; such things didn’t matter to her any longer for the moment a tall glass of Quelorie Magic was passed to her, she was on it like she’d just run a marathon.

Alternating between food and drink, there wasn’t a second when her mouth wasn’t full and yet she wasn’t truly tasting any of it. The sensation of consuming and feeling it bubble inside her stomach was far more pleasant than the taste at this point in time. A smile briefly played across her lips and a bit of sauce dribbled onto her blouse, to think that when she got home her mom would have dinner ready and she’d get to do it all over again~

It was a long way back though, so she’d need to stay to eat and drink her fill first. Just sit on her soft bottom and drink up…


“Welcome to the Amagi Inn, we hope you-”

A fierce grumbling growling from Yukiko’s tummy made her wince and cut off whatever it was she was about to say. The husband and wife pair she was currently speaking to looked between each other nervously and glanced at the boulder of a gut encroaching on their personal space. It seemed as if this attendant hadn’t quite adjusted to her new size and heft and just how much space she took up yet. They’d seen quite a few big girls on the way to the inn and the other maids in the reception area were all sporting plump bellies that were noticeable in their kimonos, but this girl took the cake, and the pie, and the ice cream, and every other dessert for sure.

Her cheeks turned red and her hands went to gently rub her stomach after that outburst. It really was quite oversized, no doubt able to fit the entirety of the rest of her body inside of itself, and it wasn’t like the rest of her was slim in the slightest. Her beach ball belly provided a natural shelf for her inflated D-cups and her cheeks looked like she was storing nuts for the harsh winter ahead. But the way she was leant back to support her weight upfront and the way she was rubbing her stomach that exhibited no signs of sagging under its own weight made the couple look between themselves again. Perhaps this girl was the only one with justification for her obesity in this entire town. Perhaps…she was pregnant. The girl in question let out a big puff of breath making the two jump; a brief flash of annoyance appeared on her face but it was quickly quashed and replaced with the usual welcoming neutrality of servitude.

“I-I’ll show you to your rooms.” Yukiko managed to get out. Chie was incorrect that exercise was the solution but staying on her feet and walking around as much as possible certainly couldn’t hurt. She awkwardly turned herself around like a particularly overfed penguin and displayed a second pair of plump full cheeks to her guests. Bracing one hand on her back and the other atop her stomach, she led the way. Having a big medicine ball strapped to your middle made movement quite tricky though and multiple times the customers eclipsed her toddling waddle. Unlike Chie, her legs were still quite maneuverable but dealing with the sack of cement she called a stomach meant that Yukiko had to carefully balance her momentum from side to side, lest she tip herself over. Still, it was quite rude to force the guests to go in front and she’d try her best to speedily move her soda laden body into a more appropriate position.

Usually she’d give a speech about the inn’s history or the accommodations that would be offered during their stay, but the heiress had her work cut out for her just keeping up with her charges. Seeming to take pity on the poor girl, they eventually slowed their roll and let her regain the lead; although, the argument could be made they were just concerned her swaying wrecking ball was going to bowl them over. Yukiko looked to their faces with resigned dread but in fact they both looked to her with kindly expressions on their face and instantly she allowed herself to relax a little.

Unfortunately, all that sloshing around had the opposite effect on her stomach and it let out a pained cry that made the raven-haired girl wince in pain. Both hands quickly went to the surface of her belly in order to calm the raging storm within; her kimono was so tight even upsized that she could almost feel her bare skin underneath. “Shh shh” she whispered gently in a desperate attempt to get it to stop complaining, again she nervously looked to the couple, but they seemed to have no problem with her actions and from the doting looks on their faces, they might have even found it cute. Despite the newfound puffiness of her face, her typical beauty was relatively unscathed by whatever she was going through, so she still looked rather pretty.

“So…you must be pretty far along now,” the husband finally asked. Yukiko gave him a lovely smile, happy that someone would take such an interest in her inn training. “Oh yes, just a few more months to go.” She was almost ready to take her inn license exam and hopefully by then all this soda business would be sorted out! Seeing how happy she was about it made the couple smile at each other, it wasn’t too long ago when they were in a similar position, they knew the excitement a baby could bring.

“So how many? Twins? Triplets?” There were probably way more in there, but the woman didn’t want to be rude. Even though it couldn’t be any clearer what she meant, the airheaded heiress still found a way to misconstrue it. “Only one,” she answered cheerily; she was her parents one and only child after all even though she and Chie were as close as sisters. That answer made their faces pale as they took yet another look at the view encompassing orb. There was no way the poor girl could see her feet with such an overloaded pregnancy. Strangely, despite her fecundity in the belly, her breasts had remained relatively small in comparison. By the time they reached their room, Yukiko was panting heavily and would have touched her knees and bent over if she could have still reached them. Instead, she had to settle for taking a fan and leaning her head back. Feeling rather parched, her fingers began to move towards the pouch sewn into her kimono sash for some sweet relief. A few weeks ago, mother most likely would have yelled at her for such slovenly behavior but nowadays Mrs. Amagi did her scolding through a mouthful of her own soda to a crowd of maids whose heads were filled with thoughts of their next drink.
“If you don’t mind my saying so, I don’t think your parents should have you working in this condition,” the female of the pair piped up when they finally reached their destination. Yukiko looked puzzled, after all she was in perfect health! She lumbered forward to collect their luggage, unable to bend over in any real capacity and forced to lower herself down like a humanoid service elevator for the load she was carrying. “Whatever *puff* do you mean?” She asked as her fingers wrapped around the handles.

The couple looked between each other for the final time deciding to just nip things in the bud, they were far too curious for manners to matter at this point. “Well you are pregnant, aren’t you?”

The clatter of their suitcases hitting the ground filled their ears as the girl let out an embarrassed squeak. Hurriedly, Yukiko shoved a key into the closest person’s hands, “dinnerisatsixwehopetoseeyoutherepleaseringifyouneedanything!” and dashed off before either of them could reply. Or that’s what would have happened in the old days, now she did her best baby hippopotamus impression and took so long disappearing from sight that the mood turned quite awkward. More of a leisurely stroll than a frantic escape really.

“P-pregnant! Why I never…! It’s just a little temporary *huff* bloating!” she groused when she felt she was finally out of earshot. Her stomach let out a loud bellow from its rough treatment and a twinge of doubt appeared in Yukiko’s heart. It turned out that the sheltered sweetheart was partially correct in her assessment, Quelorie Magic did have a difficult time breaking down other liquids and as such the rest of her body remained relatively slender in comparison to others; unfortunately, it seemed to have an unintended bloating reaction that made her stomach swell up like a big round tight watermelon. It made her look as though she’d swallowed a Basalt shadow whole and certainly felt like it too.

“N-no, I can’t lose faith because of a little swelling. It IS working, Chie legs look like a stack of fluffy pancakes and Naoto-chan is so tense that she seems about to break! This is the correct way!” Perhaps Yukiko wouldn’t have been quite so sure in her method if she realized the rest of her was being gradually fattened as well, her lower half was thickened just enough to support her gravidity up top. Thick and meaty, it was clear that even if the bloating ever did die down she’d be a little too curvy to put on her old clothing. They were meant for graceful slender appendages, not jiggling tubes of sausage.

Said jiggly tubes carried the girl to the lobby while she drank to calm her nerves. As always, she mixed two different sodas together to cancel out the effects of the fattening one, serving also to keep the food cravings down. In her entranced state, she failed to notice her gut burbling like a drain in an overly full bathtub as if declaring the futility of her efforts. “Great, I’m all out again.” Hopefully her mother hadn’t gotten into her secret stash again but this time she’d changed the password to her birthday backwards, so it wasn’t likely the fattening matriarch would guess that anytime soon!

The lobby was currently filled with some chubby maids currently on their lunchbreak, courtesy of one Aika. All that riding around made her into quite the pear and her legs filled up the entirety of her kimono skirt. Access to free beef bowls and a near unlimited supply of Quelorie Magic most likely didn’t hurt. The rest of the maids were in various states of lounging as they sipped and munched away. Girls once hired for their poise were now stifling lethargic belches and rubbing flabby guts. If it wasn’t for the fact that the Amagi Inn provided a guaranteed source of constant Quelorie Magic, it would certainly be in dire straights right about now. With Aiya constantly packed and the stores being sold out almost as soon as they opened, Yukiko’s family had a lot of “repeat customers” hooked after their first taste of the stuff.

Speaking of repeat customers, it was about time for Yukiko to have another “break,” licking her lips at the mere thought. A new addition made the break even more enjoyable Yukiko reflected to herself, humming delightedly when her eyes settled on it. Having a private cooler was nice but that was more to keep drinks chilled for on the go, she didn’t like to dip into it when she could help it, but the vending machine always had a line of maids and customers and the kitchens were too far and too busy. Luckily, that nice delivery man offered to install a special something for her when he happened to overhear her complaints to her mother one day during a routine drop off.

A Quelorie brand twenty-gallon water cooler was now setup in the main office, both women giving in after promising themselves they’d “drink responsibly.” Their inn duties were probably the only things keeping both women from draining the thing in a single day but the longer those went on, the fiercer the thirst when they did return. As always, Yukiko placed two other soda brands on the desk from her sash’s pouch, face crinkling at the thought. Naoto’s prediction was correct, they did indeed taste like sand in her mouth, but it was a necessary evil to counteract the fattening nectar. She poured two cups out for herself, one for the delicious sweet ambrosia and the other for the soft drink equivalent of cough syrup. One cup of Quelorie Magic. One cup of Dr. SALT Neo. One Quelorie Magic. One Dr. SALT Neo. Two Quelorie Magic. One Dr. SALT Neo. Three Quelorie Magic. Four. Five.

Her dignified and even process had devolved into rapid draining of the Quelorie Qooler, a thin trail dripped from her chin onto her strained yet still pristine uniform. There was no weak justification or thought process behind it, she just started doing it on instinct, yet still it wasn’t enough. The process of carefully raising a cup to her lips was just so slow and it wasn’t like her break lasted forever. She needed more.

Yukiko regained some lucidity after the flow of soda stopped, just long enough for her eyes to transfix on the damp faucet of the cooler. A naughty thought popped into her head right then as she remembered that all one needed to do was turn the handle to its side to produce a constant flow of delicious beverage. Overcome with desire, the hefty heiress began the process of kneeling down, the nearby desk coming in quite handy as she lowered herself. Nevertheless, the nearby furniture still shook when she hit the ground. Bloated even more from her recent indulgence, her gravid belly brushed the carpet almost immediately. It was a little uncomfortable having the rest of her body sink into it, but that scarcely mattered now; she was far too filled with anticipation to worry about such things. She smacked her lips and began to wrap her delicate mouth around the spout while her fingers deftly switched the container to pour.

Instantly, her cheeks bulged with soda and it was almost enough to overwhelm her, but months of chugging down soda prepared her for just this occasion and it wasn’t long until she got things under control. Her legs splayed out behind her and her stomach bulged underneath as she took on a position similar to a seal bouncing a ball on its nose just to reach the spout without having to fight her own body.  She began to encircle the spout with her tongue, the sound of her suckling growing quite loud in volume in her attempts to collect every last drop. Her throat bulged obscenely with every swallow of the stick substance and her arm kept a firm grip on the handle to keep the flow coming. Eventually, all the extra fluid was too much even for her big belly and the extra weight sent her toppling to the side. The extra action produced the wettest loudest belch Yukiko ever produced as she was sent flopping to the ground, arms and legs spread like a starfish while her bloated stomach raised up like an indomitable mountain pinning her down. But she didn’t quite care about how absolutely unrefined she looked right now. Even when her mother came in and gave her quite the earful for laying about, stepping over her boulder bellied daughter to feed her own growing soda addiction, the contented buzz in the back of Yukiko’s head remained.

“And to think…it won’t even make me gain any weight!” She cheered as her ass began to munch on her panties. “I do feel bad for Naoto and Chie, but they should have listened to me in the first place.”

“Good thing I found the solution; everyone at school has started getting rather plump as of late.”

“I’ve…I’ve gotta get to practice!” Ayane shouted. Her weight gain wasn’t so much but being shorter than even the petite Naoto meant it still showed quite a bit making her look quite stout. Her arms flared out to her sides, unable to rest them there vertically any longer. Hopefully she’d be able to sit down without too many of her bandmates wanting to pinch her cheeks!

Her drama club counterpart had a similar problem although her pinchable cheeks were on the lower part of her body. She didn’t have the glute spread of Chie or Aika but Yumi’s rump stuck out far enough behind her that it made an ideal place for resting soda cans. Jokes about the fat lady singing were officially banned from Yasogami High’s drama club, as any aspiring jokester was liable to get sat on. But on the plus side, the anguished cries the school chairs gave out when she sat upon them gave her an ample resource to drawn on for her own performances.

“Are you suuuure teach? Nothing I can do for a few extra points?” Kashiwagi was just about to kick the boy out of her office; begging for a boost on his test scores when he did nothing but sleep in class and not even attractive, he deserved nothing less. That was the plan until he started waving an unopened bottle of Quelorie Magic in front of her face. It was certainly a tempting offer and he was doing everything he could to sweeten the deal. “Standing up and waiting in a line for who knows how long can’t be easy with those backbreakers, I’ll throw in some mochi my mom made~” He wasn’t wrong, the tit meat currently resting on her desk made daily pilgrimages to a soothing back rejuvenating Amagi spa visit almost a necessity. Plus, she’d tuckered herself out cramming herself in and out of her desk chair all day and working out while “dehydrated” was giving her a major headache. The world around the bottle began to fade away as the teacher’s desire for a certain carbonated beverage became almost overwhelming.

Similar to Naoto, Kashiwagi also neglected to upsize her clothing to any real degree but not for any kind of pride; quite the opposite in fact. As her tummy bloated by the day, she hoped that her expanding assets would at least give her enough sex appeal to offset her gut. Her prayers were somewhat answered as she was granted a pair of vision dominating melons and a plump heart shaped rump that left the bottoms of her cheeks enticingly visible. But although she couldn’t see it over her chest meat, that gut of hers wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “H-how dare you try to bribe me, I could have you expelled for this… “Kashiwagi began. It seemed that she wasn’t entirely willing to compromise her integrity for some soda, but the boy knew just what to do. Quickly opening the bottle and putting a straw, he slid it right in between her breasts with said straw just scraping against her ruby red lips. She never did ditch the habit of keeping her breast flesh on full display and with their increased size, a pair of flower patsies were the only things keeping her decent. “Come on teach, just a few extra points and it’s all yours…” But Kashiwagi had already checked out, her lips sucking at the straw hard enough to suck up the whole bottle. The boy smiled, happy he sprung for the extra-large since those tits were doing their very best to envelope the cylindrical soft drink. “Good girl.”

One floor above, there was another girl whose dress code was just towing the line of acceptability. Her upper belly roll proved to be too much for her white uniform shirt in combination with her upsized tits leaving a sweaty slightly bronzed blob of fat to ooze over the waistband. The fat around her navel took the shape of a puckered fold that made catching stray crumbs quite a bit easier for her now that the fat on her arms limited her range of movement. But all of that was nothing compared to the butter bag of meat that was her lower stomach roll. A beanbag of pure adipose, it stretched and filled the entirety of her skirt and was always the first part of her to enter a room with a little bit of flab on the very tip hanging out of her fabric covering. Yes, Ai Ebihara was one very fat girl.

Currently, she was alternating shoving entire pudgy handfuls of chips into her fat face with greedy gulps from her soda. The excess calories crammed into her white stockings were testing the integrity of the fabric and little tears were opening up where her ass fat merged with the adipose of her thighs. But Ai didn’t care about such things, instead taking a gander at all the fatties around her. There was Shirogane, desperately trying to keep what remained of her uniform together, there was Satonaka’s fat ass disappearing down the stairs and brushing against the stairwell walls, all sorts of plumpers and porkers with missing buttons or budding double chins. It made her smile in contentment and give a quick squeeze to her upper roll.

“Mmmhmhmmhmm everyone’s so fat now…too fat to ever judge me for my weight.” She continued to crunch and chew and drink until her sausage fingers tickled the bottom of the bag and the bottle clasped between her hands was empty. That was just to tide her over until she could find a good place to sit and luckily the school saw it fit to install benches for its ballooning female student body. A sweaty clap sounded throughout the hallway as she sat down, drowned out by the various sounds of indulgence and fat slapping against fat. She began to take container after container out of her book bag filled with all sorts of pastas, pastries, hamburger, all the foods she used to shamelessly indulge in back when she was fat. It was amusing to think that she was even fatter now and yet she didn’t care one bit!

“And if fat is in, then it’s time for Piggyhara to feast again~” Not a single one of those dishes survived the hour, least of all the three bottles of Quelorie Magic.

“*Huff* *huff* excu- *huff*”
Eri was never in the best of shape and even back during her skinnier days, the trek up the hill left her a little short of breath. Now that she was fat, she had no chance of making the trip without wiping herself. Her flabby gut sucked in and out with every heaving breath and the plump daycare assistant handed the woman a bottle of soda to cool down. Various other mothers were sprawled across nearby park benches fanning themselves and quenching their thirsts while their rambunctious tykes tugged on their skirts to get them up and moving; this whole ordeal would teach children patience for their fat moms if nothing else good came of it. Although the way some of those women belched…that probably wasn’t the best influence on impressionable minds.

“Mom, mom!” Eri’s face immediately brightened as her step son bounded toward her, only to have the wind knocked out of her for the second time in as many minutes from the impact of his hug. Only pleasantly plump due to living on the outskirts of Inaba, the soft layer of padding still helped to cushion the blow. “*Oof* oh my Yuta, what’s gotten into you today?” The boy didn’t respond at first, instead burying his head further into his stepmom’s plush middle, the transfer student certainly helped to improve their relationship but lately Yuta was even more affectionate than usual. Prying his head away from her stomach, he looked up at her with bright eyes. “Can we go out for beef bowls today? Just the two of us?”

“Oh but we just went out two days ago…children should be eating a more varied diet,” the young mother hypocritically stated, taking a drag of soft drink. Seeing this, Yuta knew exactly what to say. “B-but they have that soda you like! You don’t even have to pay extra for it!” And in the next second they were on their way there, Eri trying her best to justify internally how this was about balancing the household budget and not giving in to cravings.

“This is Mariko Kasumi coming right at you with another 100% accurate prediction but first *whew* it’s been really muggy lately hasn’t it?” Marie wiped her forehead and took a cool invigorating sip of soft drink; apparently even goddesses weren’t above the effects of an extra addicting soda. If her predictions weren’t as accurate as they were, she most likely would have been fired quite a long time ago, although considering they were broadcasting to Inaba, the network might make an exception. When they first saw their channel’s star fattening up, they sent an intern to manage her calorie intake. Three months later and that intern was fattening up right alongside her!

It certainly didn’t help that Marie had a notorious lack of impulse control even amongst her friends so not even the rolling cameras could unwrap her fingers from the bottle. Her bright smile had not faded but whether that was due to her love for her job or her new love for pop, no one on the staff could say. She’d grown into quite the ripe apple over the course of her gain and ended up sporting a real keger, if Izanami was still the dominant personality she’d most likely be fuming over what Marie had done to their body.

“Let’s see…the weather for the next few days is going to be…” she pushed her hands into her soft hips as she wracked her brains, a worrying *creaaak* sounding from her belt buckle from the excess pressure.

“Sweltering. You won’t want to do anything other than stay inside and maybe relax by the pool it’ll be so hot.” A sip soon followed accompanied by more ominous creaking as the filming crew began to duck for cover. “Yep nothing to do but *urp* drink some of that delicious Quelorie Magic.” The producer groaned at the blatant yet unintentional product placement, luckily the company in question was completely fine with it but who knew how long that would last?

Speaking of not lasting long, all of Marie’s imbibing wasn’t doing that belt of hers any favors. After the latest round of drinking, it was effectively on its last legs; all it needed now was a little push…

“*Pwah!* Now that hit the sp-“ Marie wiping off her mouth turned out to be that very push and with a loud *POP* that echoed through the studio. A loud shattering was heard from the impact with the camera lens while the weather woman’s belly filled up the opening in her skirt readily. An awkward pause filled the studio, nobody deigning to speak first. Eventually though, Marie’s embarrassment turned to anger, and her arms tried their best to cover her stomach, they failed.

“Stupidrubberneckingnogoodjerkfaces! Go get me something new to wear!” A loud clap of thunder outside put some pep in the interns’ steps although they would have hurried to meet her demands regardless, she was quite scary when she got mad. “And bring me another bottle, this one’s all tapped out!”


“I mustn’t give in, I mustn’t give in, I mustn’t give in, I mustn’t…”

Even without the mantra, it was clear from the look of intense concentration that Naoto was having some difficulties not giving in. Well that and the gut that had grown far beyond the buttons of her white button-down shirt, at least her blue peacoat held for now…

“I…I just have to drink one less today than I did yesterday. That’s it. That’s all you have to do.” That was the assumption that had led her right into her current fattened predicament. Trying to go cold turkey of course worked absolutely terribly for an addict like herself and merely led to Naoto cracking by the end of the day every time, stuffing her gob with donuts and drowning her shame with Quelorie Magic to make up for lost time. At first, she believed the solution to be to slowly wean herself off the stuff but of course that too ended in failure. Even a reduced amount was still fattening and as she plumped up, the demands of her increasingly flabby and obese body grew along with it. That cycle went on for a while until her common sense broke through her denial; if she was going to crack in front of temptation, then that just meant there couldn’t be any temptation to crack from. But on second thought her efforts might have been just a little bit drastic…

She’d locked up her cooler, cancelled her deliveries and tossed the key and special card as far as she could possibly throw them into the back woods of her house, her difficulty waddling long distances and bending over proving to be a natural detriment towards searching for it. Currently, the detective was laying on her bed, tossing and turning from hunger pangs as her hands clamped down on her tubby gut, trying their best to soothe the tumultuous storm within. She continued to wear tight clothes, feeling the pain and discomfort would serve to make further weight gain as unappealing as possible. In actuality all it really served to do was make her look quite the plump dumpling. She hadn’t been able to do up her belt for quite a while now and today officially marked the last day she could button her pants no matter how much she hopped and strained about. So, Naoto lay there with the button open and the fly down, a triangle of white panty visible but miniscule next to her paint can thick thighs and her meat slab belly that shook slightly with every breath she took. She could always take them off, but she was fearful that if she did she’d never be able to get them back on again.

“Aggggggh!” The pint-sized porker bellowed, bringing a hand down on her belly with a sharp *smack* The surface undulated like a water bed and the force of the strike left a bright red handprint on its pale surface. “Why is this so difficult? Surely my willpower isn’t that abysmal…” but all it took was a shake of her stomach to remind her that indeed was the case. “At least I’m not as bad as the others,” she could take solace in that fact at least. Yukiko, Chie, Ai and Marie were all fatter than her and there was no telling how big Rise was at this point. Really, with everyone swelling up like they were, would they even notice if she put on a few more pounds. Perhaps this whole thing was silly…as long as she didn’t go too overboard a few cans a day should be alright…

“No! *Urk*” Her stomach let out a pained groan from the lack of Quelorie Magic, her hands desperately rubbing the surface to soothe the wracking pangs. “you have to be strong! No more giving in to temptation!” She had to remind herself that even though she was skinnier than her classmates, it wasn’t by as much as she appeared outwardly. Even now, her “containment” was hanging on for dear life and just barely holding back her breadbaskets; their impressive bulge was very obviously outline even under layer upon layer of bandages, like trying to press down on the leaves in a garbage bag even when it’s far past capacity. A temporary solution to a far larger problem.

Naoto never truly got the chance to test her mettle as the sound of light tapping on her window drew her attention outside of her head. Instantly, her blood froze. Could it be the mastermind come to snuff out the one on his trail or perhaps one of his lackeys? Considering how things were for her lately, it was probably just a tree branch. No, she bitterly reminded herself, trying to resist temptation took almost all of her mental faculties. Naoto found that if she let things slip for even a second, she was liable to start guzzling on instinct alone and as a result her case work had begun to take a nose dive in productivity recently. “Is being thin really worth sacrificing your career?” The thought struck her like a lightning bolt and made her whimper, the sound of pants stitch popping filling her ear drums. “I-If I can cure myself…I’ll be able to get back to work…”

“Oh yes and how long is that going to take. You’re already getting dissatisfied phone calls. Thinking you can slim down at this point is pure delusion, you’re going to be fat; it’s simply a matter of whether or not you’re going to get fatter.”

“I-It’s not sustainable.” She argued back. “I’ll be pinned to my bed in no time!”

“Yes, with all the Quelorie Magic you can drink~” Naoto whimpered pitifully again hating the fact that was actually a compelling argument to her now. But before she could argue with herself, the tapping started up again this time a bit louder and human like in origin. Senpai perhaps? No, he would have called first…

Naoto wobbled about helplessly for a few seconds before finally building up enough momentum to tip herself over on her side. From there it was a simple matter of sliding her legs bottom first over the edge of the bed and hoisting herself up, or at least it would have been if she wasn’t so ridiculously front heavy with a complete lack of any kind of muscle tone. Even though her backside hadn’t inflated quite as much, the way she struggled and wobbled around in a tight pair of jeans meant it was a good thing she was alone in her room, especially with the way it slowly slid down to expose a tantalizing peak of Naoto panty and crack. After much struggling and sweating she eventually managed to hoist herself to her feet hoping that if someone really was at the window they didn’t bear witness to that embarrassing display.

Carefully making her way over, there didn’t appear to be anyone there, just a strange silver object glinting in the sunlight on the roof. Reasoning to herself that a potential intruder could smash the window open regardless, she opened it anyway and was barely able to grasp at the metal piece…only for her blood to run cold when she realized exactly what it was.

“Th-this is…!” She held in her hands the key she’d thrown as far into the backwoods as her bingo wings would let her. How on earth did it get back here? Her mouth began to feel like sandpaper and the key began to take on the shape of a soda can, her greatest desire right within her grasp, all she had to do was turn the key…

“*Ah*” All the wobbling around must have weakened the bindings and Naoto was brought out of her musings by a sharp tearing sound. She didn’t let out a sigh of relief, lest it serve to shatter the barrier completely, but it was clearly on its last legs. The worrying sounds of stitches popping on her pants joined the bandage ripping noise creating a cacophony of containment breach, even a stiff breeze could probably tear her outfit asunder. The detective began to think, obviously whoever was behind this was the one who brought the key back; she may be an addict, but she wasn’t crazy, and she knew for a fact the key was tossed. Most likely because she was the only one semi resisting, running the key between her fingers reminded her of the metal of a nice Quelorie can…

Shaking her head, she realized she’d inadvertently taken a few steps closer to the fridge, even lowering her guard for an instant lead to this outcome. “I have to resist,” she said again although this time it was said as dully as possible like it was what she was expected to say and not what she truly believed.

“Why? So you can continue failing to solve the mystery? You know there’s no point in delaying the inevitable~”

“You’re going to crack eventually, so why not just make it now and stop wasting everyone’s time?” The honeyed words of her subconscious were like a refreshing stream cleaning out the fog and mucked up gears in her mind. “You’ve never been in shape and you’re already fat, there are far more important things to worry about.” Naoto took a shaky step towards the fridge, fingers twitching in need of a bottle or can to fill them and mouth getting dryer by the minute. “If everyone’s fat, no one will be. The town will be forced to accommodate, you know this.” Another step. “All in all, what can you really do? No one will blame you, they’ll be too busy drinking. And you will be too…” A final step put her in front of the fridge lock leaving her one key turn away from her treasure trove. All she had to do was turn around and go back to her bed or go downstairs or anything but open that door, but none of those ways would stop the pounding in her head, the dirt like taste in her mouth or the desperate tension she felt all over her body. “Screw this!” She said finally in an uncharacteristic outburst. “I’ve had enough of these constraints!” And with one swift motion, she plopped herself down on the floor below.

Like a sausage tearing itself from its casing, her paint can size thighs opened up rips on the side of her jeans, quickly filling any available space with doughy fat. “Let someone else pick up the slack for once,” was the last thing she said before unlocking the door and filling her mouth with soda. Naoto bent her head back in complete pleasure as the nectar flowed and that was the last movement her bindings needed to completely give up the ghost. One by one, they snapped off as a rushing torrent of breast fat surged forward and flopped onto her stomach, covering it from view. Each was the size of her head and sagged a little under their own weight as her puffy pink inverted nipples pointed towards the floor. But Naoto didn’t care about such things; bringing up a hand to rub the sore tits, she continued to drink and drink and drink.

“*Ah!*” She cried out when her fingers accidentally let a bottle slip, dampening her cleavage. “No no no,” she shouted, lifting one breast to her lips and desperately lapping up as much as she could. Her fingers traced around her belly for stray droplets as she suckled them one by one. Never again would she deprive herself of Quelorie Magic, it was time to make up for all the days she could have been happily drinking away with the others.

“Huh that was easier than I expected,” said a certain deliveryman from his hiding spot behind a tree. “Glad that’s finally over and done with, working two jobs is harder than I thought it would be. Oh well, at least it will be worth it in the end.”


“*Mmph* *hrff* *haaah* p-please look out.”

Waddling around when you had a big medicine ball strapped to your middle was quite difficult. Even though the rest of the student body were a bunch of bulging huffing heifers, Yukiko was still a good deal slower than any but the most obese. Each step was quite literally managing a wrecking ball of belly that haphazardly tossed aside anyone who stepped into its path. She held her arms outwards in a t position in a desperate attempt to keep her balance after every foot fall, slowly wobbling as she entered the classroom. Although she was able to clear the doorway, it didn’t mean she was anywhere close to thin. One by one, the buttons on the largest uniform size available had *ping* *ping* *pinged* right off her gut, the only thing covering her belly being a white sweatshirt that she couldn’t even hope to reach whenever it rode up.

Maneuvering through the desks required too much finesse for the once graceful girl so she instead chose to barrel through them. Much too rotund for a standard desk, she was forced to spread herself across two chairs in the back until something could be done. On the way, the slightest change caused her to lose her footing momentarily and despite her best efforts, arms flailing and flapping helplessly, down she went with a thud that shook the classroom. Luckily, her well-padded butt was able to insulate her from the impact. Even fat, Yukiko was still Yukiko and now that she was helplessly attempting to turn onto her side, all her thrashing about gave brief glimpses of what lay underneath her skirt. It was hard to see it through thick thighs but that same thickened lower body made her pantyhose nearly transparent. “Don’t *mmf* look…” the heiress whined, kicking her feet pathetically. Wobbling left and right before eventually giving up, she let out a loud belch and decided it was about time for a soda break. The boys having their little peak quickly faded from her mind as the calming calories soothed her so. She may have been helpless on the ground, but at least she had her bag!

Around the same time, a rather unhealthy sounding wheeze could be heard outside the classroom door. In walked a disheveled looking Chie, red in the face and panting up a storm. The effort of climbing the stairs took more and more out of her each day as she was even fatter than her friend. The sheer effort it took to lug her sagging mountainous buttocks around behind her would wipe her even when she was in shape, but now a flabby gluttonous parody of her former self she stood no chance. “*Hff* Hun-hungry, thirsty…” the hog moaned aloud…before unceremoniously getting herself jammed in the doorway. Forced to wear sweatpants, they did nothing to hide the craggy cellulite ridden cliff face that was her rump and each pathetic attempt to get free only provided a show for the people behind her. She wheezed helplessly through her bloated cheeks as the former martial artist tried again and again to push herself through, but it was simply no use. Chie was simply far too fat and out of shape to get through the door. “H-*hah*-hey you there,” she called to the person behind her. The boy in question stopped, wondering if the mass of meat would ask him to help push her through. Her toneless legs were wobbling like jelly just trying to support her frame and a healthy gut that hung over her lap couldn’t have helped her fitness levels

“C-could you reach *hoh* into my bag and get me my soda?” Chie’s shelf like buttocks provided the perfect platform to rest a veritable trove of soda, the fatter she got the more convenient her body became for fueling her addiction! How wonderful! The professional soda guzzler happily slurped up the fattening beverage as her legs begged for her to sit down and her lungs begged for air. Her tummy growled halfway through a bottle and she brought a hand to it sadly. “Hope I can get out of here before lunch time…”

“*Buuuuuurp* pass the donuts.” Ai gave a little shrug and hoisted a box on to Naoto’s bra busting table straining breasts as the two desks supporting them gave out a worrisome creek. When the detective stood up, they’d hang all the way down to her belly button and over her immense keg gut, easily the size of watermelons each. The strawberry blonde shifted around in her seat, immense gut tickling the floor and producing a giggle from her plump lips. Utterly gorging herself every day was quite fun, but it did get rather lonely, that is until she came across the utter cow of a detective prince gorging herself and guzzling without a care in the world at Junes one day. The two became fast friends ever since, sharing in their love of food and drink. “Better not hog all the jelly filled again *oooooooorp*”

Naoto let some jam splatter on her chest after a particularly big bite and lazily chomped before washing the sugary sticky mess down with a soft drink. “Too late,” Normally Ai would be mad, but perhaps it was her gut being pleasantly full or finally getting the school to install support rails in the hallways but she decided to let it slide. After all, with Naoto’s special card she could have all the Quelorie Magic she wanted, and one can was worth at least a dozen donuts both literally and figuratively.

But where was Rise in all of this? The idol who started it all was quite comfortable sitting in the place where it all began. The final commercial was in filming and all Rise had to do was sit there and guzzle. A massive pile of rolls whose lowermost one was tickled by her toes, Rise was almost incapable of moving on her own and had to be wheeled from set to set. The idea of going too long without a sip made her nervous and queasy so the nice staff had her with a water bottle feeder much like you’d find in a hamster’s cage. But the idol didn’t mind, it suited her purposes nicely. Although “purpose” might be too strong a descriptor as she didn’t do too much these days but lay about and soak up calories. Most days were a blur and her stomach roared for food and beverage too much to really pay attention to much else. But at least she was contented…

“Well Mr. President, you were right. By delaying the initial advertisement, we were able to make it seem as though it was always meant to be a weight gain formula. Sales in Inaba are enough to carry the next five quarters entirely by themselves.” The man in question was just finishing changing from his deliveryman uniform back into his suit. “Yes, yes how are the obesity rates?”

“*Uh* they’re…*er*…among the female population they’re up to 85%. But I’m not quite sure why-“

The intercom buzzed in that very moment and a nasally voiced secretary called up. “Mr. Ohtani, your daughter is here to see you. Should I send her up?” Instantly, the man seemed to perk up. “Yes yes send her up right away,” he dismissed his subordinate and awaited his daughter’s arrival.

Hanako was fat as always but the sheer spectacles of obesity made her look quite petite. After the divorce, him and her mother got a bit carried away with the spoiling and the result was the bloated little piglet before him. “*Snort* hey dad.”

“Sweetie, how was school?” His pumpkin was never the sharpest tool in the shed so she was never quite able to put two and two together. When he offered her the next few months off, she’d greedily taken the opportunity and when she came back to find all the girls bloated parodies of themselves, she didn’t make the connection to his new brand of soda. Oh well, anything for his cupcake. “Fine, everyone’s fat now.” The slight melancholy in her voice caught him off guard, he thought that after that disastrous beauty pageant she’d be quite glad to see her hated rivals all nice and fattened up. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“I mean it’s pretty funny but…I don’t know. I kind of liked being the biggest person on campus. Made me feel powerful and stuff. Now I feel like a shrimp.”

“What’s the matter dad?” The executive had gone ghostly pale and seemed to be containing an explosion of some kind before taking a deep breath and rubbing his eyes. “Nothing sweetie pie, why don’t you go down to the limo, I’ll catch up with you shortly.” Hanako gave him a wet sloppy kiss on the cheek, leaving the man alone with his thoughts.
Before, Hanako weighed twice as much as the second heaviest girl there so taking Rise out of the equation that would make Ai Ebihara the fattest and she was weighing in at…oh dear…and double that would be…not an option for his sweet daughter to put it bluntly.

“Johnson?” He said after punching in his head scientist’s number on the intercom. “You think you could get started on an antitode?”