"Okay time out!" You exclaim. "Why in the hell-nga!"
You stop dead as you feel something pulling you by the back of your shirt. Mimi, despite her stocky build, is quickly pulling you away with little effort towards what you assume is the kitchen, a smile formed on her childish face as you feel your heels drag across the floor, the heels of your shoes making a squeaking noise
"Oh don't worry ma'am! I'll make you all kinds of yummy food and tasty treats! You'll probably get a million times bigger than you need to in three years~"
You shudder. Even if it is hyperbole, something about her words makes you hesitant to assume it's impossible she'd make you so absurdly fat.
"H-Hey hold on, at least let me give my answer first!" You protest, kicking your feet.
Before you know it, the chef has already pulled you all the way into the dining hall with almost no sign of fatigue. The table stretches to an absurd degree, suggesting that it was made so in preparation for a large number of dinner guests. Mimi stops and tosses you effortlessly into the chair at the head of the table, a huge throne of mahogany and cedar with admittedly comfortable padding on it. Even with how massive your uncle was, looking at this chair gives you a feeling he, to put it lightly, thought ahead.
"Just hold on a moment mistress. You may want to loosen that belt right now while I get your meal ready." Mimi said, her tone and mannerisms becoming more mature so suddenly you almost feel your head spin.
The chubby chef soon left for the kitchen. You sigh to yourself, wondering if she's arm wrestling partners with that (what was her name again, Suzu?) Amazoness looking doctor woman. You feel a bit uncomfortable looking around. Sure, it's nice your uncle left you all this in lieu of not having any other blood relatives but it feels like it's a bit much. Not to mention the fact you have to get obese if you're even going to inherit it all! Sure, you had thoughts of...gaining weight, but they were mostly fleeting ones. And...the women did look cute...
"What am I thinking?!" You mutter to yourself as you shake your head. The whole weight (pun unintended) of the situation feels like a bit much, but your uncle DID leave you all this in his passing. It wouldn't really be respectful to him to just pass this up...plus you admittedly do feel kind of famished.
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