This choice: "You get fat, and also help me to fatten a certain Detective..." • Go Back...Chapter #5Indoctrinating the Detective. by: claptrap   As if someone had suddenly flipped some secret switch on the former model, Junko's voice suddenly switched from one of seductive power to that of someone in deep mourning.
"I-it's not much..." She wiped a sudden stream of tears out of her eyes. "It's just, I would really like it if you got fat."
The sudden change in the blonde girl's voice was quite disconcerting for Tsumiki. Worried that her first chance to be happy since grade school might disappear, she readily agreed with the odd proposal in hopes that it would cheer Junko up.
"I'll do it! If it means that I can stay here I'll do anything!"
"Hooray~" Another sudden change, her voice now incredibly preppy and all traces that she was crying a moment ago had vanished. "Trust me, Tsu, you're like, totally going to love it here! My brand new Monopigs will cater to your every whim, so all you have to do is work on catering to mine! Now that's a good deal if ever I saw one."
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The Ultimate Nurse spent almost all of the next two weeks in the literal lap of luxury. A dozen or so Monopig drones would bring her platters of the finest foods throughout the day, and Tsumiki joyfully consumed them all to please her new benefactor. While she was dining on danishes, binging on fried beef, and practically inhaling her body weight in ice cream, Junko would caress her slowly growing stomach, thrilled at how routinely tight it was and how the foundation for a beautiful muffin top was being laid. Between meals and belly rubs, the blonde mastermind would slowly begin to unveil her grand scheme to her first underling. Though Tsumiki really couldn't make out the reasoning behind it, the plan was rather straight forward. Junko wanted to make all the girls at Hope's Peak Academy as fat as possible, and through them, create a future where obesity reigned supreme; with her as its corpulent queen. Tsumiki couldn't help but to nod agreeably with everything she was hearing. She was a force of personality unlike anything she had experienced before, and she was loving every minute of it.
On the morning of the fourteenth day, Tsumiki awoke to find Junko's considerable cleavage pressing down against her face. Always forward with what she wanted, Junko had easily coaxed her into allowing herself to be crushed by the larger girl's weight at the former model's discretion with a few honeyed words. At first she found it uncomfortable, but the nurse quickly grew to like the closeness the habit brought with it.
"I see you're finally awake." Junko grinned her devilish grin. "I have something special planned today."
She slowly rose off of Tsumiki's considerably smaller body, took her by the hand, and lead her to a smaller room towards the back past her huge monitor set up. Taking up almost the entire floor was a huge scale that looked like it was designed more to weigh semis than to weigh people. Without needing any further prompting, Tsumiki stepped onto the center of the scale. Moments later, a spotlight from above fell on her and a drum roll was started by a nearby Monopig. Then all of a sudden a triumphant "tadaah!" echoed throughout the room as confetti was rained down from above and a large digital display formed the number 151.
"Fuck yes!" Junko shouted, making rock and roll hand gestures. "25 pounds in two weeks? Can I make a girl fat or what?"
Tsumiki smiled sheepishly. "Are you pleased?"
She slowly approached her, pulling out a pair of glasses and putting her hair into a ponytail. "Indeed. I must say that I did not expect such immediate results. Judging from your current progress-" She reached out and grabbed a handful of the new dough that had formed around Tsumiki's middle. "You're likely to be very belly heavy, as I had hoped."
She then grabbed Tsumiki sides, pleased to see that a pair of love handles were already developing, then examined the nurse's thighs to get an estimate for when they would start to rub together, and finally cupped her breasts and squeezed tightly. Tsumiki was becoming quite giddy from the experience, her low willpower causing her to moan with pleasure as Junko felt her up.
The mastermind's smile only became wider as she noticed her arousal. In an instant, her glasses were replaced with a large crown and her hair was put back into place. "Yes! Good!" Her voice boomed. "You are now ready to spread my influence to the ignorant fools above! Your first task, my dear consort, is to approach someone I believe to be vital to the success of my grand plan and woo them to my cause!"
An image of the Ultimate Detective appeared on a nearby screen. "This is your target, Kyoko Kirigiri! She doesn't have any classes with you, so your recent "vacation" shouldn't alarm her any. And if it does, I've already had it cleared with the attendance records anyways. Lastly, all the information that I have on her can be found installed in your I.D. device. Any questions?"
"None at all!" Tsumiki declared zealously. Her devotion was rewarded with a long kiss from Junko.
"Excellent. Now go, and don't forget to eat your fill!"
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The elevator that had carried her to her new life days ago now returned her once more to the first floor kitchen of Hope's Peak Academy. As the gears ground away, Tsumiki quickly brought up all the dirt that Junko had given her on this Kirigiri character.
"Let's see..." She thought to herself as she moved files around on the touch pad. "Ultimate Detective... very observant of her surroundings... paranoid..."
Tsumiki began to tremble, this didn't seem like the person to whom she could easily come into contact with and win over. But she couldn't turn back now. She had been given an order by Junko herself, and she couldn't bear the thought that she might disappoint her. Not now.
"Ah, finally something I can use!" She jabbed her finger into the pad. "Close with those in her inner circle.... Makoto Naegi and Aoi Asahina... If I can become friends with them first, then I'll be able to get them all down to see her!"
Her face flushed as she brought both hands to her heart. "Yes...I'm sure she would be very happy with me if I managed to do that."
The elevator door swung open, and she stepped out into the cafeteria unnoticed by the students lining up for breakfast. Joining them, she began to search around the room for her prospective targets, managing to spot...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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