“Oh.  Dear.”  Ursula Callistis put her hand to her mouth in shock at the sight of her students Akko and Diana.

	“You’re the only teacher we can trust to show this to,” Lotte said, blushing.  “If anyone else finds out, this might get out of hand.”

	“I told you… I could make a potion to help them shed those pounds…”  Sucy giggled. “Though the side effects might make them shed their hair too…  gyahaha!”  Sucy’s giggle turned into a laugh as Lotte and Ursula ignored her, instead focusing on the problem at hand.

	“How did this happen?”  Ursula asked, still shaken by the state of Akko and Diana.

	“A spell went wrong,” Lotte began.  “Akko wanted to prove herself to Diana that she could be good at magic, so she tried to make a spell to fight hunger.”

	“That sounds like a very lofty spell to try,” Ursula said, nervously.  “Even for an experienced witch, it would be difficult!”

	“And of course, she screwed it up,” Sucy said, laughing.  Looking at Akko and Diana, Ursula could tell her spell had the opposite effect.  They must have eaten anything they could get their hands on because both of them had become debilitatingly fat.  Both were piles of sweaty, overexerted lard on the floor, red all over.  Their flesh built up around them in gigantic folds, weighing down on the floor.  They looked like overcooked tomatoes, both of them gasping for air.

	“They started to eat everything they could get their hands on, and they grew at an alarming rate,” Lotte continued.  “And even when we stopped them from eating, they kept growing more, like the food they ate was multiplying in them.  We had to drag them back to the room and they kept growing the entire time!   And now here they are…”  Lotte winced after looking at Akko and Diana in their state.  Both girls’ bellies were loaded with stretch marks from the rapid expansion though they were not visible on the lower reaches of their guts.  That area was red and extra swollen, pooling down in front of them like red gelatin.  Cankle flesh nearly engulfed their feet, forcing them nearly a foot off the floor in their seated position.

	“Hung… Hungwy….”  Akko’s stomach gurgled as her fingers wriggled, the most movement she could manage without exhausting herself.

	“You already ate enough,” Lotte said, chastising Akko.  Akko let out a groan, and her body seemed to shudder and jiggle, before suddenly her belly and hips oozed out, filling more of the floor than before.  “Besides, even if you don’t eat, you’re still going to keep getting fatter…”  She shook her head and sighed.  Akko and Diana both breathed short and shallow breaths, but it was enough to make their breasts jiggle from the sharp inhalations.  Diana’s gasping produced more shaking and jiggling due to her larger breasts, which draped toward each side of her belly like two triangular tarps of flab.  Ripples traveled to her nipples as she tried to pass air through her belabored lungs.  Her face started to look even redder as her eyes fluttered.

	“Not again,” Lotte said, biting her lip in concern as Diana started to open and close her mouth like she was a fish stuck on land.  Lotte pulled out her wand and darted forward, placing it against Diana’s chest.  It sparked her with a magical shock and Diana perked up.  Next Lotte waved her wand around Diana’s face, swirling it in a circle until a cool breeze was enveloping her face.  Her breathing stabilized, best as it could, while the bubble of air wrapped around her face.

	“Gwuuuh….  Where… food?”  Akko grunted, trying to turn her head to look around the room.  Her stomach let out another loud grumble and she started to grow even more.  Her butt cheeks surged out so fast and so wide that they hit the side of her bed, squishing around its support like water trying to swallow up a pier.  Her hunger started to get her worked up and she started to wheeze loudly too.  She convulsed as she went pale as well.  Lotte darted toward her and poked her wand against her chest, sending a magical shock in her chest.  She then gave Akko her own bubble of air to breathe to alleviate some of her continued discomfort.

	“We definitely need to do something to help them out,” Ursula said, looking at both moaning, churning mountains of flab.  “If they keep growing, something is going to give.  It’s either going to be their bodies or this room’s structure.”  Both looked at their bloated friends, groaning and begging for food, realizing they had a lot of work to do to help their friends.

--

	Thumping Heart Cafe was one of the most unusual maid cafes to exist in Japan.  From just a glance, the maids that worked there looked like your typical employees with their cute outfits and their bubbly, eager-to-please attitudes.  Stepping inside, one would see how different it was from the typical maid establishment.  They served desserts in ridiculous proportions and greasy American-style meals with lots of fried foods served as sides.  

All of the customers were morbidly obese to varying degrees.  Some needed oxygen support at their size, and many used varying types of mobility devices to get around.  The fatter and more out of shape a client was, the more praise they received from the maids that worked the cafe, and these maids were experts at showering compliments on their fat guests.  They were, of course, even better at filling those guests with more fattening treats.  These maids were so renowned that they were starting to attract guests who weren’t just the usual otaku visitors.

“Welcome home master!” One of the cute waitresses chirped with a curtsy.  “That’s such a super cute mobility scooter!  I love the shade of pink it has!”

“Oh, Rika-chan, you’re so sweet AND cute!”  Kirino Kousaka’s face turned red and her eyes fluttered as she received praise from the adorable maid.  Kirino had started going to this maid cafe once she heard about its reputation for cute girls.  She was delighted at how much they spoiled her, eating all the food they served her even well past fullness.  The maids had their hooks in her, bringing her back for more food and more attention, and making quite a profit from it the entire time.  She even managed to bring some of her friends along for the ride, and even though they were hesitant at first they soon loved the cafe just as much as she did.  Some of them even tried to outdo her for the attention of the maids, even if they wouldn’t admit that was why they kept returning.

“I’m not as cute as you are, master!” Rika-chan replied with a smile.  Kirino blushed deep red, so much her heart started to beat effortfully.  The girl, once a fit model and track runner, was now a near-immobile otaku and glutton.  She only left her home so she could meet her maids, spending her home life binging on anime, eroge, and junk food.  Having cast aside everything but gaining and gaming, she was now absolutely enormous.  She once had a healthy tan but now was quite pale, with bags under her eyes from late-night gaming sessions and poor sleep due to her chronic sleep apnea.  No matter how bad her self-care was, though, her maids always had the kindest things to say about her.

“Rika-chaaaan!”  Kirino let out a coo as she squirmed.

“It’s true, though!  Master is so lovely and fat!”  Rika-chan walked past Kirino’s impossibly wide hips, which were drooping over the woefully undersized seat on her mobility scooter.  In her current state, with her enormous ass cheeks, a bariatric wheelchair was not an option.  Those buns were too fat to fit in a seat with a back and arms, where they would be pushed together and bunched uncomfortably tight, chafed by any fabric used for a seat.  Kirino was wearing a tiny set of blue shorts with slits on the legs that had split and ripped far up her giant drumsticks.  The shorts sunk somewhere deep between those huge asscheeks in the pale canyon between all that meat, leaving her rump exposed as it hung off the back of the scooter’s seat, bouncing as the device puttered down the sidewalk.  She wore a tank top that let all of her belly go exposed, stuck tight on her blobby chest.  Below the knee, her fat legs were in a pair of cream-white compression socks, though even with their tightness they could only restrain the bulges of her fluid-filled fat calves so much.  A set of tubing ran from the tank hooked to her scooter up to her nose, trying to keep up with her excited, heavy breathing as she watched Rika-chan go so close to her gigantic butt.

“Aha…. I am lovely, aren’t I?” she said with a giggle and a very smug expression.

“You are lovely!  And I bet you are VERY hungry!”  Rika-chan put her hand on Kirino’s belly and the girl swooned.  “Your table is ready for you, dear.  And would you like your usual!”

“Of course!  And add an extra parfait, too!”  With a jolt Kirino’s wheelchair slowly started to roll forward, with Rika-chan following Kirino closely behind, getting a very good look at her huge, seat-engulfing ass.  Kirino’s machine lurched toward a tall counter designed to fit large guests in mobility devices under them.  She rolled comfortably under it, feeling her belly pressed against the cold wall across from her.

“I’ll be right back with your order,” Rika-chan said with a wink, walking into the kitchen.  Kirino watched wistfully as Rika-chan walked away, sighing in awe at how cute she was.  She continued ogling until she heard the door open and the happy chatter of maids.

“Oh my gosh, Kuroneko-chan!  Is that a new wheelchair?  It looks so sleek and cool!” 

“And your dress looks so great! You look even more stylish than normal!”

“Thank you so much for your praise,” Kuroneko said with a smug coo as she rolled in.  Ako turned around and looked at her rival for the affection of the maids and sneered.  

“What does that goth weirdo have that I don’t?” Kirino asked, turning her scooter around enough to look at her rival.  “She looks RIDICULOUS like that!”  Kuroneko was haphazardly stuffed into a large bariatric wheelchair that she was too wide for, her dress ruffled and wrinkled from being pulled over her body.  Out of the bottom of that dress peeked the red and swollen-looking bottom of her belly, hanging well between and into her lap as she rested with her legs spread as far as she could manage.  Her pale face was highlighted by an even darker red blush and her eyes had very visible bags under them, gained from staying up late through the night gorging on packaged food and writing lurid weight gain doujin games.  Her fat arms hung over the side of the armrests, packed in the best she could.  She looked absolutely uncomfortable stuffed into that chair, yet the praise she got from the maids made all of the discomfort worth it.  Kuroneko intercepted Kirino’s glare and grinned as she started to roll toward her.

“Oh, what good timing for us to meet up!”  She said as she rolled up next to Kirino’s counter.  Kuroneko did her best to not leer down at Kirino’s giant ass as she rolled closer, not wanting to show any sort of weakness to her rival in weight and popularity, though she did feel flush when she saw those giant pieces of seat eclipsing butt-eat.  She rolled close to Kirino, her belly nearly bouncing into the side of Kirino’s mobility scooter, and smirked.  As she was about to greet her a waitress approached with a smile.

“Kuroneko-chan, what would you like?” She asked with a smile.  Kuroneko, caught off guard, stammered a bit.

“I’ll have…  Whatever Kirino is having,” she said, glancing over at Kirino.  Kirino glared at Kuroneko’s pale, fat face, which looked like a white pumpkin in its swollen state, and groaned.

“Did I say you could roll over next to me?” she grunted as she looked at the grotesquely fat goth.  “I’m sure you can have your own place to sit.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to sit next to you?” Kuroneko replied, trying her best to keep her belly from brushing against Kirino’s thighs.  As pleasant as that was, she didn’t want to show any sort of weakness.  “If I sit next to you I will look much fatter, after all.”  

“Oh, shut up, wide witch of the west,” Kirino said, breathing more heavily as her oxygen tank began blowing at a higher capacity.  Before Kirino could be any more agitated Rika-chan returned with a giant tray with all of her desserts, setting it down.

“Oh, Kuroneko-chan!  Are you here to see your super cute friend Kirino?” She said with a beaming smile.  Kuroneko blushed incredibly.  “Between you two, you girls have to be the fattest, long-running customers we have!  I’m so lucky to get to serve both of you!”  Rika-chan smiled. “And you both look so astoundingly, unhealthily fat!  You two look great with an oxygen tube!”  Kirino paused and nearly choked on her deep-fried crepe on accident.

“Rika-Chan… That means so much,” she said, cooing in delight, before returning to stuffing her face.

“My doctor told me my blood pressure is at dangerously, irreversibly high levels,” Kirino said proudly, peering out the side of her squinted eyes with a smirk.

“That’s so cool!” Rika-chan said.  “And Kuroneko-chan, your blood sugar must be so high on a sweet girl like you!” she added with a coo.

“Of course!” Kuroneko said, her pale face lighting up in a blush.  “It’s practically as sweet as molasses, and my diabetes has never been better! Or worse,” she said, before lifting up her skirt with a grin to reveal one of her fat legs.  Her cankle and her foot looked so astoundingly swollen it was like someone had inflated them with water to reach such roundness.  In her silky grey socks, they looked more like cushions than limbs.  She raised her dress up to knee level, revealing in place of her other foot nothing except for a fat stump that ended at her knee.  “It’s no big loss,” she said as both girls looked in awe at the ending where the limb should have continued, now just covered in that fabric.  It was almost hidden entirely by Kuroneko’s voluminous belly.  “I won’t be doing much walking in the future, so I won’t need it!”

“You poor thing,” Rika-chan cooed, leaning over and affectionately petting the big leg.  Kuroneko felt her body quiver as the thigh was rubbed, a heavenly look on her face as she started breathing more heavily.  “I’ll be sure to add some extra love to your dessert when I serve you,” she said in a gentle voice.  Kuroneko was still blushing and quivering.

“Yes ma’am,” she said, glancing again at Kirino, who was taking bites from her parfait in small portions.

	

“Heh, I bet you lost weight when they had to take that off,” Kirino said with a snicker, glaring.  “What a loss!”

“Haa?”  Kuroneko’s heartbeat spiked as she glared at Kirino.  “It doesn’t count if I lose weight THAT way!  Besides, it was more bone and muscle removed than fat!  You’re just jealous because compared to me you’re a marathon runner!  You’re too fit to be here! I bet you don’t even need that scooter!”

“I still weigh more,” Kirino said, grinning.  “And I’ve had four heart attacks.  How many have you had?”

“Only… Only two,” Kuroneko said back.  “That’s not important, right Rika-Chan?”

“I still love you both so, so much no matter what!” Rika-Chan said, sitting on the fence to not offend either of her (tipping) customers.  Another waitress came by with Kuroneko’s meal and the gargantuan goth started eating her fried donuts.

“Rika-Chan, I want the French Fry and Funnel Cake Feast with extra caramel,” she said with a sneer.

“I’ll take one too, and a cold brewed caramel frappe!” Kirino shouted, before diving back into her meal.  Rika-Chan watched the two girls gorge and cooed.  

“They’re so incredible~!” 

--

Bernadetta Von Varley couldn’t remember the last time she left her room.  She was struggling to even remember the last time she could leave her room.  After all of the fighting had ended and she married her beloved husband Byleth, she finally could have some peace.  She enjoyed being a wife because it meant she could stay at home and not have to deal with society, outside of the occasional guest.  Byleth, as popular as he was, wasn’t incredibly social, so he spent his fair share of nights by her side.  As restrained as Byleth seemed on the outside, he was a doting husband who loved spoiling Bernadetta, especially with sweets and candies.  Bernadetta just couldn’t say no, even if sometimes he went a bit too far.  He never doted on anyone before, so he didn’t know when to stop, either.

“Being too fat to get out of bed isn’t too bad, is it Bernie,” she muttered to herself as she looked around her room.  “It’s comfy, and nice, and no one tries to get me to leave.”  She glanced around the room and all of the plants that were growing near her window.  “In my room, it’s just my leafy friends, my… special guy, and of course, me.  A whole, lot of me…”  She blushed and looked down past her chest, which was perfectly average for a 900-pound woman, and saw the giant pool of flesh that outperformed them in mass and volume every single way.  She was used to seeing all of her belly hanging and sprawling out ahead given that it was the first thing she saw when she woke up.  Still, it was a bit of a shock that all that flesh was hers.  She bent over and grabbed a handful of it, starting to blush and smile a bit at how soft and warm it felt.

“Good morning, Bernie Bear!”  There was a creaking as the door opened and her husband waddled in, taking very slow and laborious steps as his frame filled the doorway.  Bernadetta blushed, but her handles kept gripping her belly the best her weak extremities could, with fat filling between her fingers.

“Ah! Guh-guh-good morning!” she blurted out.  Her eyes lingered on her husband’s fat form and she started to quiver.  Her sedentary, gluttonous habits certainly rubbed off on Byleth, because he had also gotten so much fatter.  Moving was such a huge strain for him, but since Bernadetta was too heavy to leave bed he took care of everything in the house in place of any maids or other servants.  Bernadetta was glad that this meant the house could stay peaceful, though she felt guilty when she saw her husband hauling his straining body around. The guilt didn’t outweigh how aroused she felt, though, as his flesh tumbled and shook with each step.  She felt her head swimming as she saw the way his undershirt was pulled so tightly over his moobs.  His chest was rounder and fuller than her own, and she wasn’t jealous at all.  If anything she admired how curvy he was, and she enjoyed the way his bulging fat bounced against itself.  No, Bernie, bad thoughts!  Don’t think those naughty things, even if it’s okay because he’s your husband… And because you want to motorboat his blubbery pecs.  Her face turned red.

“Are you well, Bernie?” Byleth asked, holding himself up in the doorframe and looking over her to see if she was well.  “Your face looks very red.  More red than normal, I mean!”  Just leaning forward made his thighs, belly, and moobs all bounce and slosh, and Bernie’s blush grew.  Byleth was so fat that he constantly went near naked, except for some underpants that were all but swallowed up by his fat.  Bernadetta would have thought she’d be used to the sight of his exposed flesh but each time there was more blubber to look at and it left her awestruck each time.  She saw a thing that looked like a slender tube resting over Byleth’s trunk, between his breasts, and running up to his nostrils.  She heard that this was a new device to help overweight people with their breathing by helping concentrate air and bringing it right to their nose when they breathed in.  Byleth was holding onto a rigid cane with a metal container attached to it that held air in it.  It was a very clever device that was intended to help with care for the elderly, but it had applications for the growing population of debilitatingly fat former warriors who indulged too much during peacetime.

“My face?  Red?”  She touched her plump, bouncing cheeks.  “Isn’t it always red at this size?” She blushed and watched her husband’s struggling form fill that doorframe, and her stomach let out a heavy groan.

“Hungry, darling?”  Byleth said in wheezing breaths.  “What will it be today?”

“Berry muffins and strawberry pancakes, please,” Bernadetta replied, staring at her husband’s gut.

“I will have it started,” Byleth said, slowly turning around with more grunting.  Bernadetta watched his form slowly rotate, bouncing with each step, and watched his blubbery ass engulf his shorts as he waddled back down the hall.

“Ahhh….  Bernie is having so many impure thoughts right now,” she muttered, putting her hands over her breasts.  She replied her husband’s jiggling in her head, vividly savoring the imagery of her jiggly husband.

“Breakfast is ready!”  

“HGUGHUAAA??”  Bernadetta jolted, seeing her husband standing at her bedside.  “How long was I fantasizing? I mean-”  She blushed and saw Byleth using one hand to clutch the handle on his rolling oxygen tank to stay steady while using his other hand to hold the plate.

“Your meal is ready” Byleth added with a smile, though he was smiling past substantial discomfort.  Waddling back and forth to the bedroom strained him so, even with oxygen supplied right to his airway.  His face was red as he hovered over Bernadetta.  “Shall I feed yo-” He grunted and grabbed his flabby breast, feeling a sensation like an assassin jabbing a dagger right through his chest.  He stumbled forward and fell across Bernadetta, breathing loudly and gasping while his body was strewn over her gut.  Bernadetta was overwhelmed by all of the tactile sensation of flesh covering her, but not too much to realize what was going on.

“Your heart!   Your heart!”  Bernadetta started breathing even more heavily, wishing her own oxygen supplier was within reach.  Her husband was having a heart attack and pinning her down with his fat.  She could just barely shift her own weight, between her immobilizing belly and her husband’s weight, but she moved far enough to reach the nightstand.  She pulled the door open and removed a bottle filled with white tablets.  Her own arm felt like it would fall off, muscle burning just from removing the bottle’s cork, but she opened it.  She spilled some tablets into her hand and then pushed it against Byleth’s mouth, letting it fall again.

“Ha… ha…. Good thinking,” Byleth said, his breath returning slowly, though his chest still felt like a cow had sat on top of it.  He lifted his body enough that he was off Bernadetta just enough to not smother her, and he looked down at his wife.  Her hair was even messier than normal from all the exertion and sweat, and her face was frozen with her mouth open like a fish stuck on land. He put her hands on her chest and felt her heart pounding under that squishiness.  She grabbed the bottle and poured six tablets into her hand and then forced them into Bernadetta’s mouth, and finally, she could move her mouth again.

“Ahh! You saved Bernie…”

“Only because you saved me first,” Byleth said, kissing her on the forehead.

“So um… Was the fact that we both nearly died because of how huge we are um… Kind of…”  Bernadetta’s eyes looked away as she lifted her blanket up to try to cover her erect nipples, before feeling something poking against her belly, coming from her husband.

“It was quite enjoyable,” he added, picking up a muffin.  “Now you should eat up before your breakfast gets cold~”