"BUUUUUUURRRRRRRRP!"
Mitsuru and Minato wobbled in to the Iwatodai Dormitory, belching loudly in unison, hands on their stuffed bellies and rubbing the gigantic orbs of adipose, jiggling and jostling with each heavy step, filled to the brim with all the tasty fast food this bloated duo could find. If they had gotten their buttons and the bluenette's belt replaced, the new ones would've faced mass destruction just as well from the onslaught of steadily bloating belly blubber.
"Oh, hey!" While Yukari was able to say her usual greeting, she still wasn't quite used to the sight of her Student Council President and someone she closely confided in come waddling in with huge tummies and belting out some of the loudest belches she had ever heard. Sure, she could treat it casually now, but she still did a double take every time she saw how huge they had gotten.
Mitsuru's belly was a massive symbol of her love for fast food, a mark that she was a true fast food connoisseur. It was a nearly perfect sphere, almost as round as the many pizzas she had happily devoured, truly worthy of being called a button-popping gut. The way it jiggled and jostled with every dignified, graceful step she carried her hefty body with, and just how much it jiggled from something as simple as waddling emphasized it's grand enormity, how much it had bloated up from it's formally flat form into a giant balloon of adipose. As did the plentiful side rolls she had, with very deep love handles cushioning her middle, she could fit the grip of her rapier in it. Mitusru's wardrobe could do nothing to cover her massive belly, and that didn't bother her one bit, she let it proudly hang out, leaving it out for all to see how far it hung down, all her plentiful side rolls and love hands, the way it bobbed and bounced so much as she wobbled, and her incredibly deep bellybutton, that would take all of her finger to reach the end. Her white blouse that tried to cover this gigantic orb of adipose found the buttons straining to their very limit, large bubbles of tummy fat in between the wide gaps, until all those buttons were sent flying with a loud orchestra of popping as her gut bulged out with a jiggle.
Even now, weighing in at 300 pounds, the Student Council President's body was the envy of every girl in Gekkoukan High (and the desire one of one specific student), with her breasts being the size of melons. They went out almost as far the belly they used for support did, and matched it jiggle for jiggle. Her tits could easily tear many bras to shreds, it was a testament to the quality of the one she was wearing now that it hadn't been destroyed yet, though that didn't mean it was a perfect fit either, as there was a plentiful amount of breast fat overflowing her cups, and the strap cut into her backfat.
The expensive sofa she had in her room had the experience of feeling the weight of her massive rear when she relaxed in there. Whether it was the chairs, the couches, or the bed, all would creak and groan when she planted her fat ass on them. With each cheeks being the giant, toneless sphere of flabby adipose that it was, the cushioning would always sink in when she did, and would take time after she got up to raise back to normal. A few chairs even had to be replaced because they crumbled under the might of Mitsuru bubble butt.
Her arms were incredibly flabby, coated in a thick layer of soft adipose that more then doubled their girth, complete with big bingo wings that would be sent into a jiggling fit with even a light thrust of Mitsuru's rapier, and soft, pudgy hands with sausage fingers that didn't look capable of properly wielding that rapier. Her legs were just as out of shape, being very wide and meaty, filled with adipose. There was no thigh gap, her lardy legs were always pressing together, turning her walk into a waddle she somehow managed to look graceful during, even as her legs and fat ass jiggled.
Mitsuru's face was well-known among the school for the beauty and grace it held in it's angular features. While those angular features were gone, her face's beauty and grace not. Her cheeks had become positively puffy and pudgy, complete with dimples, and her chin was become double tiered, with a very thick neck to match, but all that did was give her a different kind of grace and beauty. Her eyes still held maturity and determination in them, even as she set them on a tasty cheeseburger, and the fatness of her face gave an air of motherly wisdom, even as her cheeks jiggled from the loud belches she unleashed. Mitsuru looked no less dignified packing away an entire pizza and a pile of burgers, then she did dining on filet mignon with caviar, even when ketchup graced her chubby cheeks before she politely wiped it off.
Minato's gut managed to eclipse even Mitsuru's in size. Round as a full moon, often filled with cheese from a pizza and burger feast, and big enough to unleash mass destruction on his belt and the buttons of his shirt and pants. The Persona user's big gut coming bulging out as his belt was snapped in and his buttons all sent flying, all the while he kept his usual stoic expression, acknowledging this with nothing but a belch and a few belly rubs. If that didn't drive home his weight enough already, then there was also the way his belly's sheer girth caused it to hang down far enough to completely obscure his crotch (having the side effect of covering up his underwear), and jiggle like jello with each wobbling step he made. The bluenette's tummy didn't have quite the side rolls the redhead's did, but they were there, and his bellybutton was just as cavernous as hers. With the way Minato casually let his gut hang out without a care in the way, everyone got to see all this in detail, it's sheer size, it's gelatinous blubber, the destroyed belt and buttons, the love handles, and his deep navel, all without a care from him, though Yukari certainly cared about the sight.
Atop his big belly sat a pair of soft, plush man boobs lazily lazily laying there, much like Minato did after school, especially now that much of his time after school these days was spent pigging out with Mitsuru. The bluenette was more endowed then some of the girls at this school, much to their envy, matching Yukari's breasts in size, and the archer did not know what to think when she realized that, other then that as much he could use it, she was not going to lend him one of her bras. The bluenette's moobs were even more jiggly then some of the actual breasts at his school, bouncing with every step he made.
You could tell from his size of his ass that Minato was a lazy boy who spent a lot of time on the couch, often with a snack, a very large snack. His ass was shaped like a full moon, and was giving his pants almost as much trouble as Full Moon Shadows gave SEES, with the outline of his bubble butt being very visible, and looking on the verge of ripping. A scene like that almost played out in front of Chihiro, when she dropped one of her books, and without thinking, Minato leaned over (as best he could with this gut of his) to pick it up, with a sound of great strain quickly coming from his pants. By pure luck, he manged to grab the book before anything happened, but Chihiro felt this odd feeling of disappointment and didn't understand why.
Never being one for sports, with Ms. Toriumi having to form him to join the Kendo Club, Minato's arms and legs were never toned, with him being rather out-of-shape, that was something that was starting to change with the nights at Tartarus, but his time with Mitsuru undid that. Now his arms were thick and blubbery, with bingo wings and meaty, sausage-fingered attached to pudgy hands more suited to playing video games then slaying shadows with a sword. It was a good thing using a persona didn't require any physical effort (even if continued, non-stop usage would prove tiring after a while), but that still left the issue of trying to run around for long periods of time with these tree trunks of lard he called his legs. All he could really accomplish was half a minute of sweating, waddling, and profuse jiggling before collapsing on the ground belly up. Yukari told him this was good exercise for him (and Yuko would probably say the same), but it sure didn't feel good for him.
Minato's face was as round as the full moons SEES found themselves battling under, but with those chubby cheeks of his, big double chin, and thick neck, he looked far less ominous, even with that bored expression he usually had on his face. In fact, Yukari actually felt he looked kinda cute this way, not that she'd ever admit that, as it made it impossible to forget that the bluenette was as soft as cookie dough. And on those rare moments where he did show a dimple-inducing smile, God, did Yukari want to cup his fat cheeks in her hands and give him a cookie.
With Mitsuru weighing 324 pounds, with an hourglass figure, and Minato weighting in at 321 pounds, with most of that going to his belly, enormous was the only way to describe these two obese Persona users, which had even taken on the same weight and body shape as them.
"Good evening, Take -URP- ba." A very pleased looking Mitsuru said, running a hand through her red hair, with the other tending to her bloated stomach. She then casually unleashed a massive belch, powerful enough to shake the entire room, and send the entirety of her and Minato's corpulent forms violently jiggling, especially their fat cheeks and big bellies.
"OOOOOOOOOUUUURRRRRRRRRRP!"
"BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRP!"
An equally powerful belch erupted from the stoic looking Minato, who didn't seem to think much of how it shook the room down to it's very foundations, nor of the intense jiggling it caused every inch of his and Mitsuru's massive blubber to do, their cheeks and guts once again jiggling around all over the place.
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