Egads! It wasn't Ochaco at all! Well, maybe she's still in this picture, just as a layer of fat underneath the one Camie turned into...
And of course, the final part of the story written by  HibbyJibby
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A crisp Autumn's sunshine peeked through the blinds of the room, dark with only this faint light peering in. A single figure, hefty and sluggish in her movements, began to stir and rub at her eyes, propping herself and yawning, a few thin strands of fresh saliva hanging down from her few fang-like teeth, moaning and chirping happily like a bird as she greeted the day. Course, this mood wasn't meant to last, a rude awakening soon to greet this girl back.

Stretching as she sat herself up, Toga spoke, talking to herself as her hands started from her collarbone and descended down her body, wanting a personal 'first-hand' look at her new figure, the smugness just dripping from each word. "Mmmnnaah! Good morning Camie~ Did yah sleep well? Because I sure did, and I-" before stopping mid-sentence, wondering why her hands could grab more than a handful each and why her skin felt so meaty, so warm, her eyes staring down at her engorged breasts with wide-open surprise, a dreadful feeling of having made a big mistake somewhere down the line of last night's 'Trick or Treating' with her dear, dear friend Camie. The mistake wasn't that her Ochako disguise was too effective at fooling the fawn-haired bimbo beauty, but rather her underestimating just how calorie dense such a curvy figure would be. What she lacked in brains, it seemed like she more than made up in the protein and meat department.

And it certainly was a 'big' mistake, Toga's figure ballooning out in size with each of her limbs. These new rolls of flab hanging off her sides and back, not to mention a pair of tits where each breast was atleast fifty percent bigger than her head, were already starting to weigh heavily on her spine. Her thighs were as thick as tree trunks but wobblier than a plate of jelly, and the same could be said of her arms, pink-skinned fat hanging off from underneath them. As she grit her teeth and angrily tugged at one nipple with her hand, struggling to even cover its newly engorged and puffy size, her expression quickly shifted from a smug, knowingly confident smile to that of unrestrained anger, enough to match the intensity of a burning sun.

"RRRGH! Damn it Camie, you idiotic bimbo! When I said add to my tits, I didn't mean add to me EVERYWHERE ELSE! Just because I can shape shift doesn't mean I wanna be a cow all the time!", angrily venting to the Camie-turned-pudge jiggling as her figure as Toga clasped both hands firmly into the sides of her fatty gut, shaking and jostling the gooey stomach juices and organic matter that'd remained of Camie, for it was all she could really do to get some sort of revenge on her prey. It gurgled and sloshed and bubbled happily at her, causing her to utter a bit of a burp from such unexpectedly sensitive stimulation. "When I... -BWAUUUEERGH!-... ugh, ate that 'uravity girl' or whatever that silly girl's name was, she didn't make me anywhere NEAR this damn fat! A-And she was already fatter than you! But I guess that's what a slut of a girl like you would do to a pure maiden, Camie. Eugh, you make me sick you bitch...".

Exasperated, she sighed and shrugged before heaving herself out of bed (with a good deal of effort) and trudging up to her nearby closet, footsteps thumping heavily as she dressed herself. As if her troubles could hardly get better, with a bigger figure came smaller clothing, Toga's favorite bra cutting into her flabby back and sides with the straps, her favorite panties riding high up her ass crack and even chaffing a little bit as if it had always been a thong. And to say nothing of her usual uniform too, the skirt being much too short to even try to cover her ass, her beige cardigan acting more like a tube top with how much noisily sloshing gut it exposed.

As she approached the door to her apartment, not quite ready to face the day OR the members of her group, Toga had to psyche herself up and get her head in the game, slapping both her cheeks twice and taking in a deep breath, thinking to herself. "Well, who knows. M-Maybe I got lucky, and sweet Deku likes bigger girls...? He sure seemed to like the cow and tits-fer'-brains here. A-And maybe the cellulite on my thighs, guys like that, right?". She decided she'd maybe make a bit of a detour, find some clothes that could not only contain such a wide-load of a pair of hips, but one that could catch the eye of a certain boy she lusted for. "Deku better like this sort of stuff. Because he doesn't, well... I guess he can always join his friends on me...~".

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