"How about that Konohamaru kid?" Kiba suggested. "He's always trying to act like Naruto, so maybe he can eat like him, too."
Choji nodded. "Great idea! He'll be a nice morsel to start us off!" A thoughtful expression came across his face. "How are we gonna get him to fatten himself up, though?"
Kiba raised an eyebrow. "That is actually a good point; I doubt he'd listen to us." He smiled, rummaging around in his pocket. "Good thing I got these." He pulled out fifteen colorful strips of paper.
Choji's eyes widened. "Are those what I think they are?"
Kiba nodded. "Yeah, coupons to Ichiraku's. Each one's good for three extra-large bowls of ramen with the works. If Konohamaru really wants to be like Naruto, he'll go all out!"
Choji smiled broadly, pleased at this turn of events. "By the way, where'd you get these?"
Kiba smirked. "You know that eating contest I was in a while back?"
Choji blinked. "You mean the one Hinata won?"
The dog-nin grimaced. "Yeah, that one. Didn't think she could eat so much and not have it go to her gut..." Kiba shook his head; he was getting off-track. "Anyway, I only got 20 or so bowls down before fainting." He rubbed his stomach absentmindedly. "Got a nice gut there, too." He turned his attention back to the coupons. "Anyway, everyone who didn't win got these as consolation prizes. Of course," Kiba laughed, "Naruto went through his in a day." He laughed again, this time with a slightly derisive tone. "You shoulda seen him, Choji. His jacket was open (the baka's gut probably forced it open while he was eating), his gut was stickin' out from under his shirt, his fly was down and his button was undone..." Kiba paused to take a breath. "And still the idiot was smiling, laying down and rubbing his gut like he didn't have a care in the world..."
"Uh, Kiba?" Choji cut in. It's not that he didn't want to hear about Naruto stuffing himself; in fact, he wouldn't have minded fattening Naruto up as Kiba had described him before swallowing him whole, but he wanted to hear what Kiba had in mind.
"Huh? Oh," Kiba started. "Anyway, I was thinking we could leave these where the kid could find them, keep an eye on him, and just watch how things go from there." Kiba smirked. "And I know just where to leave 'em..."
"Huh?" Konohamaru scratched his head, reaching into his mailbox. He'd just gotten home from another mission (he was beginning to see why Naruto-niichan hated chasing after cats,) and had just been about to go inside when he saw brightly colored strips of paper sticking out of the metal box's side. He grabbed the strips and held them up to his eyes; as he looked at the characters inscribed upon them, his confusion quickly became elation. "Free ramen! All right! I can finally beat Naruto-niichan and eat more ramen than he ever has!" Without pausing to think about why the coupons were in his mailbox in the first place, he darted off.
Choji and Kiba peeked out from the side of a nearby building. Kiba gave a short laugh, a smug look coming across his face. "Step one: completed."
A few minutes later, Konohamaru was sitting at Ichiraku, eating furiously. He was only five bowls in, but already his stomach was starting to take on a slightly rounded appearance. Konohamaru took no notice of this; the minute he was done with his fifth extra-large bowl (about three times larger than a typical one), he set it aside and called loudly for the next one. As he started on his sixth bowl, he failed to notice Kiba and Choji watching from nearby.
Kiba whistled. "Damn, look at that kid go!"
Choji raised his eyebrows. "Wow, he really does eat like Naruto..."
Kiba chuckled. "Like that's bad for us?" He turned to Choji. "C'mon, Choji, let's move a little closer and see how he does." He started off. Choji, all too happy to comply, soon followed.
Ten minutes later, Konohamaru was about 20 bowls in, and he wasn't showing any signs of stopping. From their place next to him, Choji and Kiba watched in growing (ha!) anticipation. They weren't worried about being spotted; the kid was way too engrossed in his ramen to notice anything else. At present, their eyes were trained on the genin's stomach.
Over the past few minutes, they had watched as the boy's belly had grown, increasing slightly in size with every bowl that he finished. At present, it now stuck out a good two inches or so in front of him. The front of his pants had become slightly strained, and his shirt had risen up just enough to show a tiny bit of skin, just above his increasingly strained pants button.
"This is getting good," Choji whispered to his fellow glutton, who smiled in response.
"Yeah, it is. Glad I thought of it." Face lighting up, he turned to Choji. "And just think; he still has 25 bowls to go. He keeps this up, we'll be eating great!"
Unfortunately, it was at this moment that Konohamaru abruptly stopped. Dropping his chopsticks, he groaned, clutching his swollen gut. Teuchi, from his position on the other side of the counter, frowned. "You're looking a little sick there, kid; you wanna take a break? You don't have to eat all the bowls now, you know."
Kiba and Choji grimaced in horror; their plan could go wrong!
Fortunately for the two gluttons, Konohamaru opened his eyes. "N-no! I'm not gonna let Naruto nii-chan eat more than me!" He sat up straight, slamming his hands on the counter. "Bring out the next bowl!"
Teuchi, his face full of unease, nonetheless complied, and his hungry patron resumed eating with fervor. Kiba and Choji breathed a sigh of relief; their plans were still on track!
Twenty bowls later, Konohamaru was still eating. His belly had swollen further, and it showed on his clothes.
His pants button quivered ominously, looking as though it were about to give. His shirt had risen up considerably, exposing more of his growing belly; any higher and his belly button would see the light of day.
Finally finishing his twenty-first bowl, Konohamaru lifted it to his mouth, and tipped it as he proceeded to drink the broth.
Without warning, his button, no longer able to take the strain, shot off with an audible POP! It flew into the bottom of the counter and ricocheted off. Akamaru yelped in alarm as the flying disc shot by his massive head, barely nicking it.
Completely oblivious to this turn of events, Konohamaru continued eating, even as his fly rapidly pried itself open and his stomach, belly button and all, surged forth. When he'd finished his fourty-fourth bowl, his shirt was all but resting on top of the bloated mass that was his stomach.
Panting, he glanced at the final bowl, a look of resignation coming across his face. Teuchi seemed almost relieved, while Kiba and Choji waited with bated breath; could the young ninja do it?
Their question was soon answered. Konohamaru, steeling himself, grabbed the full bowl and tipped its contents, noodles, fixings, and all, down his gullet. Once it was all down, he slammed the bowl onto the counter and leaned back, arms hanging at his sides. Kiba and Choji gazed with barely-contained excitement at his stomach, the bare skin of which was now pressed against the counter, and the size of which forced his shirt to rest completely on top of it, unable to cover it lest it start to rip. Then their eyes wandered to the boy's face. Konohamaru wore a smile of pure contentment and satisfaction, his eyes closed as he breathed deeply. It occurred to the two gluttons that the boy had fallen asleep, moments after finishing the last bowl. Suddenly, another thought occurred to them: this was their chance!
Standing up and assuring Teuchi that they'd carry him home, Kiba and Choji hefted the boy (with some difficulty, owing to his distended belly) between them. They carried him throughout the streets, trying not to notice the baffled looks of the villagers.
Grunting with exertion, Kiba looked up at his fellow ninja, a hopeful expression on his face. "So, uh, Choji, can I take this one?"
Choji looked a bit reluctant, but nodded anyway. "Eh, why not. This is your first people-meal, after all."
Muttering his thanks, Kiba continued to carry the stuffed genin.
It was a few minutes before they reached a secluded field where they could proceed without interruption. They laid the unconscious Konohamaru, watching his stomach (which, blessedly, had shrunk in the least,) rise and fall as he snored.
Kiba gulped. "Alright, Choji, how do I...uh...do this?"
Smiling in understanding, Choji instructed the dog-nin. "Pick him up...no, head first, that'll make it easier... hold him up...ok, now open wide..."
Kiba followed his instructions, picking up the younger boy by his midsection (or at least part of his midsection) and repositioned him so his head was facing towards Kiba. Then, the dog-nin opened his mouth wide, while Akamaru watched, anxious. He really hoped Kiba knew what he was doing...
After one last uncertain look at the Akimichi, Kiba began slowly moving the fattened genin towards his gullet, feeling a shudder come over him as the boy's head entered his mouth....
What happens next?
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