“Alright, last time we didn’t do all too good, but now we’ll get it right!” Anya mumbled, rubbing her now slightly distended stomach. As you brushed by it with your softer knuckles, you felt the soft ring of flesh mold around your hand, as though it were somehow composed of soft, playful puddy of some kind, or, in simpler terms, pudge. Indeed, a week of surrender and planning on how to approach Mimi had left the two of you another three pounds thicker, though despite that that still somehow only made you two the lightest people in the house, with Suzu running ahead of you just barely due to the fact her muscle was heavier than your pudge.
“I’ve never been this fat my entire life,” Anya moaned, disgusted with herself.
“You’re not fat,” you said, supportively.
“Thanks for that, but I know it isn’t true. Look! I can actually grab it,” Anya said, pulling at the slight flab. It barely was substantial, but it was enough to convince Anya she was a porker set to be thrown to market. You sighed, well aware that her flab was insignificant, but, regardless, you didn’t want to expand much yourself, despite how adorable Anya looked with that excess flub. “At least my boobs are bigger.”
You approached the nurse’s office, where Suzu was sitting down in her chair, sipping coffee daintily with a mature air about her. Something about her just appear so mature, almost unapproachable. Maybe it was that husky voice of hers, that low deep tone that sent shivers up your homosexual spine. Whatever made that beautiful woman so damn beautiful (maybe it was her boobs), she was, and it took all your restraint not to unveil your lesbian urges right then and there.
“Hey, Suzu?” you asked, attracting the nurse’s attention to the duo outside her door. She walked out, a slight smile on her face.
“You aren’t here for a medical examination, are you?” Suzu asked, smirking, “Because if you want to attract my attention THAT way, clearly you need to think outside the box.”
“You’re just as bad as the OTHER pervert!” Anya stammered.
“Other pervert?”
“Mimi! Who else is as raunchy, as foul, as manipulative, as—”
“Yeah, that’s why we’re here,” you said, tensely, cutting off Anya much to her distaste, “Well, what’s going on is that Mimi is giving us way too much food for lunch, but whenever we go to tell her to lessen the—er—quantity, she just starts hitting on us.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“WHAT KIND OF STUPID ASS QUESTION IS THAT?!?!?!?” Anya spat, “My ass is growing while Mimi hits on me! Do ya think I REALLY, PROFOUNDLY ENJOY THAT!?!?!?”
“Well, some people have odd kinks—”
“AND I AIN’T ONE OF ‘EM!!!!”
Eventually, Suzu agreed to join them, and they went to the kitchen, only to find the cherubic cook pouting innocently by the stove. On closer examination, they realized she had scorched a pudgy index finger on the stove, crocodile tears in her eyes. “Mimi has a really bad boo-boo.”
“Oh, you better come with me to treat that burn,” Suzu said, gravely.
“Maybe—sniff—Anya and **plates fall overlapping name** can kiss it and make it better?”
“See what I mean?” Anya asked as Suzu withdrew a box from her back pocket which somehow fit without bulging out awkwardly in any way. How did this woman keep it in there, anyway?
“Mimi, these girls are complaining you’re fattening them up. Is this true?” Suzu asked, placing gauze around the injury after placing a liquid on it. Despite not being a serious injury, Mimi winced upon feeling the liquid touch her. “After all, it would be very mean for you to do that, especially considering your holiday bonus is coming along. I’ve been managing that for the young mistress, and, quite frankly, we do need to make some budget cuts for new medical equipment.”
“I see how it is,” Mimi moaned, “I’ll do it, on one condition.”
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