“What’s the meaning of this!?”
 
 
Despite having rolled gold and praying it was the new servant on rate up, Guadako wasn’t just looking at a wrong summon but an impossible one.
 
 
“Hehe, sorry.”
 
 
Instead of the new waifu of the week, her own three star servant Boudicca was the one sitting on the summing circle instead, her obese body covering the entirety of the ritual space.
 
 
Following a long period of outrage, Da Vinchi was eventually able to explain to the master what exactly the issue with the summoning system was.
 
 
During a new event the Master’s servants had entered a singularity, and ended up eating everyone inside. This mostly consisted of random npcs and trash mobs, but as with many new stories there were new servants to accompany it. It seemed that by letting her servant devour the new releases on rate up during the event period, their Saint graphs had been recorded as servant chub rather than usable units. The master could only groan as she faced the consequence of how the last event was cleared.
 
 
Once a singularity of Amazons, it had been destroyed only after the entirety of it was emptied into her servants guts. It took a little bit of enabling admittedly and some gluttonous tendencies for the servants to turn that entire distorted history into an all you can eat buffet.
 
 
Master’s constant pampering led to an entire singularity of girls being reduced to fertilizer by the hungry gluttons she had cultivated. While Chaldea’s servants were all the fatter for it, Gudako had actually been bothered by it. Perhaps Chaldea’s plumbing was backed up for a while after, but beyond that, issues with this change, as far as Gudako was concerned, was a nonissue. Yet now it seemed it had real consequences.
 
 
While there were a number of new servants for her to roll for as always, it seems those new faces had been gobbled up with the rest of the singularity's residents. When those servants were turned into flab Chaldea and merged with a different Saint graph, records had been updated to account for that.
 
 
This in turn meant that whoever ate the servants simply needed to shed the relevant weight. But that had its own logistical concerns.
 
 
It was impossible to even remember who had eaten what with all the girls her servants went through, which meant if she wanted to get her new waifus, she’d have to have everyone start shedding some pounds until the servants were sifted from flab.
 
 
With a goal in mind Gudako prepared ro set out on gathering the overweight servants together so that they could be put on a proper exercise routine. With perhaps some proper dieting and an organized effort, her servants will be at least mostly back in shape in no time.
 
 
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“E-Excuse me…. But, um, are these outfits necessary…?”
 
 
Scheherazade pulled down awkwardly on her white shirt that barely even covered the top of her belly. Gudako had provided the present servants with a sort of Japanese school sports uniforms she’s often see when Master watched anime. Yet even at this XXL size, it left very little to the imagination thanks to their girth.
 
 
“It’s entirely necessary! No questions! You got a lot to do today!”
 
 
Gudako put her foot down and dodged the question as she sternly spoke to the group of servants before her.
 
 
The first was Scherheezade who seemed uncomfortable having been forced out of her room, being made to place her obese body on full display. While the shirt she was wearing would’ve been so large on her master it would have fallen down past her knees,the fabric was mostly filled by just her gargantuan tits alone. What little fabric that was left for her gut couldn’t even cover a third of it.
 
 
For Scherazade, her stomach was her most overwhelming feature in spite of her cow tits. It was far more round and spherical than some of the ladies beside her, forming a potbelly that resembled a brown, deflated medicine ball. Her navel resembled a deep cavernous maw, she felt a little embarrassed that her Master could stare straight into it.
 
 
Just having her master in front of her made her insecure about how big she had gotten. She dwarfed her in every aspect, the girl could easily vanish inside the ball of fat that was her middle with barely a bump. Her hips flared out like a wall in front of her, easily as wide as she was tall. Those shorts she had to stuff herself into were more like an ill fitting thong, the thing tearing at the seams as a flood of tan booty meat threatened to spill out.
 
 
Raikou to her side was not faring much better in the clothing department.
 
 
Raikou had attempted to squeeze herself into the provided sportswear, but even the largest size was drastically too small. The woman’s apron of a belly hung far out of the white shirt which didn’t even reach her tummy, most of its space stretched out by the mammoth beach ball tits resting atop that massive apron belly. The shirt seemed close to tearing thanks to her utter’s girth, this massive shirt becoming closer to a bra.
 
 
They hadn’t even started working out and already her gut was whining like a needy child, the spoiled ball of fat upset it wasn’t being waited on hand and foot like it was so commonly used to. Her motherly instincts having cultivated many massive wobbling rolls as she fed it each and every woman her tummy craved. She would often whisper and coo to it in order to convince it calm down but the brat refused to calm down.
 
 
Her child bearing hips of course were as massive as ever. Perhaps the largest woman in this line up her shorts were barely holding it together. Her bubble butt muffin topping over the waistband as holes and tears appeared when her butt wobbled just a little too much. It seemed like she was wearing panties, but it was hard to tell with the way her massive cheeks gobbled up the fabric turning it into the skimpiest of thongs. If anyone was close to having a wardrobe malfunction when running it had to be her.
 
 
“It’s already so hot. Do we really have to run in this heat?“
 
 
Murasaki fanned her face as sweat droplets poured down her face as merely standing was a strenuous effort. The day was actually a cool one but the layers of blubber which insulated her body caused her to quickly heat up. Every labored breath was a reason to lament her gluttony when it came to devouring so many women.
 
 
The constant narration exposed Murasaki to every lie she told to herself about her appetite or her weight. When she said her clothes shrunk in the wash it made it clear that her fat ass had ruined every outfit she had. When she expressed her love for someone’s beauty it made sure to remind her that she was starving for just a taste of that voluptuous meat. Thus constant appetites having given birth to this mountain of fat that consumed her vision whenever she looked down.
 
 
It was a pain to carry around all this weight, and running track would only prove more torturous. She wanted to lose weight, sure, but even she couldn’t help but dread the actual effort it took to shed these pounds. A large track to run spread out ominous before her. She wasn’t athletic before, so the idea of running any distance with all this pudge attached was even more concerning.
 
 
“Alright you cows! Get going!”
 
 
With a firm smack to Murasaki’s oversized bubble butt, her flabs jiggling widely from the impact, the fatties are sent off running.
 
 
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“Haaa! Haaa! I’m gonna die! I’m actually gonna die!”
 
 
“Huff! Huff! We’re almost, huff, there!”
 
 
Murasaki nearly crumbled as she clutched her knees, clearly winded as she tried to catch her breath. Raikou slowly waddled her way to catch up to her fatty companion, disheveled and soaked in sweat, clearly in not any better condition.
 
 
They were all jogging as fast as they could but it only amounted to a turtle's pace. Each lumbering step caused their body to jiggle as they hauled their weight along the track. They groaned and huffed as their poor muscles began to buckle under the consequences of their own gluttony. Lungs burned with every gasp for air as the tubby servants tried their best to drag themselves towards the finish line.
 
 
“Huff, where’s Scherezade?”
 
 
“Haa! Wheeze!”
 
 
Turning around just behind them Scherezade was the first to actually collapse. Fallen onto the ground the poor servant reached tiredly outwards towards the others. Her belly was such a massive dome that it had raised her somewhat off the ground but least her face wasn’t pushed into the earth.
 
 
“I, huff, don’t want to die!”
 
 
“You’ll be fine! We can still do it right?”
 
 
Raikou tried to keep spirits raised only for Murasaki to crumble to the ground as well.”
 
 
“I can’t, huff, do it. You’ll have to carry on, huff, without us.”
 
 
Falling onto her back, belly jutting into the air, Murasaki put all her effort into recovering as she lazily gave up. While she maybe did have the energy to continue, in reality she was just too lazy to go through the pain any longer if Scherezade couldn’t do it.
 
 
“Are you, huff, sure?”
 
 
Raikou looks down at them (as best she could manage with all that fat in the way) as they groan in response and wave the white flag.
 
 
“Then, huff, I’ll be sure to finish this for all of us!”
 
 
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“Could none of you finish even one god damn lap!?”
 
 
Gudako looked down at the exhausted servants collapsed on track, all three of them having barely made it three fourths of the way through a single lap. The three were utterly defeated, useless lumps of fat only good for stuffing their face like the cows they were. Despite Raikou's words she had barely waddled several feet before she too succumbed to exhaustion and crumbled to the ground. All three of them just laid there and gasped for air. Burning off these calories was an arduous task, but such a pitifully pathetic performance meant the rate up would be long over before even a single one of these cows shed a single pound let alone a servant's worth.
 
 
Gudako prodded the pigs sprawled on the ground with her foot but she could only get an exhausted groan from the ladies. It seemed like there was no way to get these women up until the annoyed master got an idea.
 
 
“You all want some lunch?”
 
 
In response the earth shook with the chorus of three simultaneous rumbles as those guts jutting out in the air cried for food. Their stomach ,in total control of their life, inspires some energy in the women to try and get them upright.
 
 
It seemed Gudako might have to go back to the drawing board for these three.
 
 
 
 
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“This is outrageous! A gut is an oni’s pride!”
 
 
As if to emphasize her point, Ibarki boldly slapped the massive ball of fat she called a belly, the great impact sending waves through the thick fat as it wobbled like jello. To the maneater, the number of tasty girl meat she had to ingest to cultivate such an unsightly pale globe of chub was an achievement worthy of acclimation. Every stretch mark born of overindulgence a badge of honor much like a warrior's scars.
 
 
“I think master is right though. We’ve become grossly overweight, the Human Order can’t be protected in this state.”
 
 
Tomoe Gozen looked down at her own spherical gut which jutted out far from her waist. Only unlike her oni contemporaries who she shared some blood with, the proud warrior could find no joy in having turned into an overweight slob. She had given in to her baser instincts in a haze of gluttony and now she was unable to see her own toes with all the fat in the way. Every girl she converted into a layer on this wrecking ball of a tummy making her all the slower and clumsier.
GGGRRRRRRRR
 
 
“Are we at least allowed breakfast first?”
 
 
The room shook violently as Ibuki Douji’s hefty tummy let out a fierce rumble. She had become an unrelenting glutton, these days far more concerned with continuing to stuff her face than anything else resulting in the loss of many a staff member. Her tits were massive swells of meat that were busy destroying her virgin killer sweater having become back killing beach balls of pure fat. Her gut was a similar testament to her glutton, a heavy blanket of chub drooping down close to her knees. All of this is counterbalanced by massive child bear hips and a bubble butt that destroyed any chair she put to the test.
 
 
When combined with her default massive size. Ibuki was far and away the fattest oni here. All this chub had actually locked her into this massive form. If she ever transformed into her smaller self, the fat redistribution had rendered her utterly immobile, looking more like an obese slug than a snake.
 
 
“Ibuki you already ate breakfast. Ten pounds of it.”
 
 
Gudako crossed her arms as she glared at the servant impatiently.
 
 
“You’re all going to be working out on these machines here and you won’t be stopping until I say so.”
 
 
Pointing over her shoulder with her thumb the master gestured towards a gym area behind filled with a variety of weights, exercise bikes, treadmills and more. This only elicited a collective groan but Gudako was still putting her foot down. With a sigh everyone was forced to waddle inside. Single file of course, they were a little too wide to do it any other way.
 
 
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“Ngh! This is too fast! How do you slow this damn machine down!”
 
 
The flustered Ibaraki suddenly began to panic as she had to “sprint” as fast as her tubby body could carry her. It was actually a pretty average speed, but for a fat and lazy oni this was far too fast. Her legs beginning to ache from just carrying all this weight in general.
 
 
Her body swayed, jiggled and flopped around uncontrollably as she ran, her own mass threatening to break the damn machine. She grunted with every heavy step, occasionally pulling at the tight pair of shorts being torn at seams by her unruly bubble butt.
 
 
 
 
Ibaraki had pouted and grumbled about this treatment even as she obediently waddled her way onto a treadmill. The gym was suited up with fancy modern equipment that the tubby oni was quite unfamiliar with. She was unsure how to even get this strange machine started so she began studying the buttons curiously.
 
 
Eventually, after puzzling over it for about five seconds, like an angry caveman she simply got angry and slammed her massive gut onto the buttons until the treads started rapidly speeding up below her, the oni nearly flying off. Now she was stuck running herself to exhaustion.
 
 
“Haaah, haaah! I gotta turn this off. It’s been like an hour.”
 
 
Exhausted, despite having only been at it for ten minutes, Ibaraki already decided to tap out as she fumbled towards the control panel. It was a painful endeavor as she couldn’t stop running, her wobbling gut pushing forcefully into the treadmill. Her irrationality slowly bubbling up to fight against the constant exhaustion that plagued her chubby body.
 
 
“Dammit! AAAAGGH!”
 
 
With a simple minded solution only a yokai could think off, the onis claws began to tear into the tread, ripping it apart as she started smacking the machine with inhuman strength. The machine crumbled apart, but the sudden change in motion also sent the oni tumbling over.
 
 
Clang!
 
 
“Oof!”
 
 
Any remaining structure to the machine was promptly annihilated as the full weight of an obese fat ass crushed the item into scrap.
 
 
 
 
“Huff. Huff. Take that, huff, stupid machine…”
 
 
Laying atop rubble, belly jutting into the air, Ibaraki basked for air as she basked in victory of her fight with the evil treadmill. It was hard to say it was a real victory though with how winded she was, unable to get up after expending so much of her energy.
 
 
GGGGRRRRRRR!
 
 
Her belly loudly rumbled loudly, having worked up an appetite from all ten minutes of light running. She deserved a meaty treat or two she thought, as soon as she had the strength to waddle out of here.
 
 
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While there were several machines scattered about the gym, Tomoe decided that perhaps she would try something called a Rowing machine. Unlike the others she wanted to take this diet seriously and get back into shape as a warrior. She was far too fat for comfort. Her bulging gut and mammoth breasts that never fully left her view a constant reminder of her shame.
 
 
Tomoe’s gut was a graveyard of digested girls ruthlessly reduced to chub and buried in a form that was perhaps a bit too unsightly. She was supposed to be good unlike the rest of these tubby yokai yet she too couldn’t help but reduce a village's worth of Amazons into layers of fat in a gluttonous village raid. An obese one woman disaster that left no survivors. Even now the memory of their meaty taste lingered on her tongue inciting her belly to rumble violently.
 
 
GGGRRRRRR
 
 
She was a disciplined warrior though. Be it the pain of an empty stomach, a battle wound, or the agony of sore muscles, she had the ability to endure it. Right?
 
 
“Let’s see…”
 
 
Getting onto the machine alone seemed to be its own kind of challenge thanks to the expanse of her tummy. It blocked so much of her field of view that actually figuring out how to maneuver around the machine's intricacies was mostly guess work as much of her sight when looking down was a view obfuscated by wobbling pale flesh.
 
 
Eventually though she was able to plop her fat ass down with an ominous creak. Taking a deep breath she tried to reassure herself before reaching forward towards the handle so she could pull it.
 
 
“Nngh!”
 
 
It proved to be its own struggle to get started with a heavy gut separating her from her target. Her flexibility was nonexistent as every resentful girl she churned worked against her and limited her range of motion. The tips of her fingers could barely grab hold of the bar but eventually she was able to snatch it.
 
 
“Alright, now I think I just pull back on this….”
 
 
Feeling the tension in the wire Tomoe remembered that you were supposed to lean back as you pulled on the wire. It was a little nerve wracking to lay back on a machine that seemed a little unsturdy, but slowly she let her body fall backwards, stretching her body.
 
 
“Whew. This is a lot harder than I thought.”
 
 
Beads of sweat quickly began to form on her forehead as she finally flopped on her back. Her mountain of a tummy reached high towards the heaven in front of her. Her arms ached as she pulled on the handle bar, but she quickly found that sitting up right was its own challenge.
 
 
Her gut was so large and heavy that it pinned her down like she was a turtle left on its back. Her attempts to overcome this burden just made it jiggle, her gut mocking her as it noisily groaned. Her poor chubby fingers began to painfully strain against the grip of the handle bar until the jiggling of her gut knocked it lose, sending it noisily flying back into position.
 
 
“….”
 
 
The warrior could only stare on in surprise and shame as she was left tired and stuck on her back after merely a single rep. Her belly just hungrily groaned, compelling her to just give up and grab a bite to eat.
 
 
“No! I can still do this!”
 
 
With one last burst of will, Tomoe started to wiggle and strain herself as she desperately tried to sit up right until she was red in the face. This was no longer just a work out but an intense battle between her will and her belly.
 
 
Creak!
 
 
Snap!
 
 
There was a loud noise before the fatty suddenly plummeted to the ground as the machine toppled over under her weight. All her effort only served to put undue pressure on the machines legs causing it to bend and snap, bringing all her effort crumbling down.
 
 
“Huff, huff, I….”
 
 
Tomoe looked around before going limp.
 
 
“I give up.”
 
 
Tomoe: 0
Belly: 1
 
 
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Ibuki wasn’t particular into the idea of losing weight. She had lost the will to be concerned about her figure once unlocking the joys of eating herself into a food coma on tasty meat. Bathroom breaks could get annoying but even that brought her a little pride as a yokai, putting those silly humans where they belonged.
 
 
Ultimately the lazy snake opted to just plop herself down on the closest machine which resembled a bike and maybe try the bare minimum so she could reward herself with a cheat day an hour from now. There was a lady on staff who had a sizable ass which might serve as a yummy treat.
 
 
“Alright, let’s see….”
 
 
Looking down on the relatively tiny machine, her girth overwhelmed the bike no matter which way she maneuvered. She simply has to ooze her flab forcefully into the seat in order to actually operate it
 
 
After much struggle Ibuki was finally able to squeeze her heft onto the exercise machine. Her feet now on the pedals as her gut squished against the handlebars of the fake bike as her ass hung over the edge. The machine creaked painfully under the burden of a woman far too heavy for it. Endless flab making it tough move at all, Ibuki already starting to sweat from just getting her body this far.
 
 
With a sigh she tried her best to peddle, a simple task that proved to be quite strenuous and complicated. Between the gut which filled her lap to the thick thighs which hung over the edge of her seat all served to limit her ability to actually move her legs. Her constant movement straining the machine itself.
 
 
Crack.
 
 
Speed running equipment destruction, Ibuki had peddled a total of two times before the machine started to crumble under her weight.
 
 
Plastic cracked and splintered, bits launched across the room as the poor machine looked like it was being crushed by a hydraulic press, the entire thing crumbling and bending under the weight of the obese yokai.
 
 
Bang!
 
 
Snap!
 
 
Ibuki emotionless sat there as she descended a little further with every loud noise until that massive butt of hers was planted firmly on the floor and the bike was shattered into pieces under her backside. The fat yokai hoped that maybe this would get her out of doing this trite exercise.
 
 
“Master! I can’t get up!”
 
 
Calling out to her master outside the room, Gudako entered and was met with the disastrous vision of three servants resting lazily on top of shattered machinery.
 
 
“It’s been 10 minutes!”
 
 
The master could only gawk at the sight. These servants weren’t that heavy right? How could they break the machinery this easily?
 
 
The master had to place the problem of Saint graph density to the side for now though, she had three fatties to scold….
 
 
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“Fufu. What a pathetic sight.”
 
 
Shuten found herself unable to even join the tortuous activities of her fellow yokai, her absurdly wide hips unable to bypass the doorway to her room which has seemed to grow concerningly narrow over the past few weeks.
 
 
This voluptuous short stack had garnered a shelf of an ass unparalleled by the rest of Chaldea. Most of the woman she had so gluttonously glutted had gone straight to her butt, the rest to a soft and pudgy potbelly which hung off her waist. This left the oni as flat as ever, a far cry from those cows whose utters got bigger with every meal.
 
 
She had always wondered if gulping down a bitch like that might improve her bust, but no amount of cows she gulped were churned into anything other than butt meat.
 
 
“Yo! Master said you need some help with the exercise so I’ve prepared a Golden routine for ya!”
 
 
“Eh?”
 
 
Suddenly bursting into her room the golden hunk of muscle Kinto presents several tapes to the oni.
 
 
“Exercise tapes!?”
 
 
“It’s the real deal! Golden certified!”
 
 
Kintoki flashes the woman a bright smile as he gave her a thumbs up, and for the first time in a long time, Shuten felt the emotion of dread.
 
 
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“Huff, huff, wheeze!”
 
 
Shuten seemed close to collapsing as sweat poured down her plump body, all that hefty chub of hers stuffed in an ill fitting bodysuit accompanied little scrunches and a soaked headband which turned her into a cruel mockery of the happy lady lifting weights on her screen.
 
 
“Yeah! Golden!”
 
 
Meanwhile, the epitome of unbridled energy, Kintoki continued to go through the motions with unmatched enthusiasm. It certainly stood in stark contrast to the short oni next to him who looked like she might just croak at any moment. Her flabby body jiggled excessively even long after she stopped moving, the wobbling of her dump truck a disaster waiting to happen as it shook with enough force to accidentally destroy anything that got bumped in her wide girth.
 
 
Eventually though, that stupid tape seemed to wrap up bring an end to her torture. Kintoki wiped some sweat from his brow, beaming with pride and glowing as the epitome of health.
 
 
“Whew! What a wonderful show!”
 
 
“Ough! Finally!”
 
 
Shuten saw things wrap up and simply flopped down onto her massive cushion as the resounding thud of impact shook the room as if a mini earthquake had resonated through Chaldea. After shaking around hundreds of pounds of girls turned chub Shuten no longer had the energy to do anything but struggle to get her breath back.
 
 
“Whew! Nothing like a good warm up. Let’s take a ten minute break.”
 
 
“Break….? Warm up….?”
 
 
After feeling like she has done more work than she needed to for the rest of her life, the idea that this was merely a warm up nearly sent her into terminal shock. Perhaps there was a way she could slip away….
 
 
“Hng!”
 
 
With a groan Shuten tried to pull her flabby body off the ground only to find her weight had pinned her to the floor. Her exhausted body was unable to overcome the bottom heavy mass of meat she called a butt, the oni only exhausting herself further as she found herself unable to stand. There was only one way out of this predicament, but she’d have to swallow her already wounded pride.
 
 
“Kintoki……”
 
 
“Hm?”
 
 
“Can you help me up….?”
 
 
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While many servants waddled where they needed when their master asked, a few servants had proved to be a little difficult to move even when they had the capacity to still walk. Even if it was going to be a work out of her own, Gudako would drag those fatties off their bloated behinds and onto the track.
 
 
“Hey! What are you fat asses doing!?”
 
 
Slamming the door open Gudako is met with the sight of Caenis and Mordred lazily lounging on a couch playing video games. The two hogs were utterly pinned down by their guts, surrounded by trash as the two slobs seemed to have converted to the NEET life style. Their masters entrance seemed to just make them roll their eyes.
 
 
“Tch!”
 
 
“Don’t click your tongue at me! I called for you guys to come to the gym an hour ago!”
 
 
“Just give us a minute. We’re not that fat you’ve been blowing shit out of proportion.”
 
 
Mordred just gives her master a dismissive wave, not even bothering to look away from the screen.
 
 
“Who cares if we put on a few pounds? We can shed the weight easily if we tried.” Caenis boldly boasts, despite being crushed by a hefty lap filling potbelly. The servant was currently using their gut like a table to rest their controller, the tanned gut covered in stretch marks from constant feasting. Every day their guts grew and grew as they shoved junk food and staff members alike into their greedy maws. Laying back with a slouched posture, it became more and more difficult to see the screen as the rising mountain of flesh that was their tummy invaded their view as jutted up into the air.
 
 
The two formerly athletic servants still seemed to be in denial of their regression into obese NEETS. Perhaps they were still coasting on their pride as warriors, despite their victories only consisting of reducing their opponents to thick layers of fat and clogged toilets. Their skinny muscular bodies which they were so used to were a thing of the past, hard abs replaced with doughy balls of chub that entered rooms long before they did.
 
 
Their legs, once toned and strong, were similarly flabby, their incredible girth taking up the expanse of the couch, bubble butts squished together as the two butter balls carved out a permanent imprint into their seats. Those girl padded thighs, like their guts, might have weighed as much as their entire bodies back when they were skinny.
 
 
“Oh yeah? Then prove it. Do some push ups. Just five will do.”
 
 
The two servants looked a little hesitant as their master didn’t back down from their challenge at all. For Gudako, calling their bluff was the safest bet in the world, the way flab oozed out of their clothing which was several sizes too small was all the proof she needed to know these fat pigs were just like the rest.
 
 
“We’ll do it! Don’t underestimate me!”
 
 
“Yeah, it’ll be easy!”
 
 
Unwilling to forsake their pride, the two prepared themselves to get up. A task, they began to realize, was actually quite hard. Not having gotten up all day, the pot belly’s which jutted out from their middles served as a heavy burden placed upon them that they’d have to overcome. Gripping the couches arms the two pulled themselves up with many groans, their bellies oscillating like jello until the gut won and they collapsed back into their seats with a huff.
 
 
Not to be dissuaded though, after taking a moment to catch their breaths in a pathetic display, they put all their strength into standing, gritting teeth as they yanked and threw their bodies forward. The master felt like she was watching a miracle as they were able to pull their lazy, tubby bodies off that couch even if they nearly tumbled over from the momentum of their gut being thrown around.
 
 
The two tried to play it off like it was a breeze despite the wheezing of their labored breaths.
 
 
“There, not a problem at all.” Mordred tried to pretend the pathetic display Gudako just watched was what she set out to do, but standing up wasn’t exactly part of the challenge.
 
 
“Alright. How about you do the push ups you two. It should be easy.”
 
 
“Yeah it will be!” Caenis barked back, but her confidence was beginning to drain as sweat dripped down her face.
 
 
Looking down was an ominous sight for her. Instead of seeing her feet or the floor, all there was before he was tan flesh. Mordred was met with a similar vision, the two having become very middle heavy. They wanted to look around the obstacle that was their tummy to better orient themselves, but even doing that felt like admitting defeat in a way. Thus, the two simply stood there until one of them was brave enough to take the dive first.
 
 
With a deep breath Caenis was the first to descend, slowly lowering her legs as if trying to crouch. By the time she was as crouched down though, legs nervously wobbling, she was met with an awful realization. Her gut was touching the floor. She hadn’t even put her hands down and it already reached the Earth. That blob of a belly of hers dropped through her legs onto the floor, the weight of it slowly pulling her forward until finally…
 
 
Wham!
 
 
Tumbling forward Caenis fell forward right onto her gut, tremors causing her entire body to wobble uncontrollably, nearly knocking the wind out of her.
 
 
Despite being on her hands and knees she was laying on that potbelly of hers, the massive flabby orb drooping far off her waist onto the tile below. Was it even possible to do a real push-up with such a massive ball of girls turned fat hoisting her up off the floor?
 
 
Wham!
 
 
Another meaty whack resounded through the room as Mordred similarly stumbled and tipped over and slammed onto the floor. Her gut practically catching her fall as smushed into the ground way before she did. The two of them were thus stuck in a similar position. Even with their arms stretched all the way to the ground as far as they could, the pampered bellies still sat firmly on the floor. This even seemed to prove who was fatter, Mordred's palms struggling to stay flat on the ground as layers upon layers of girls turned pudge raised her a little too far off the ground. Her position was closer to planking than a push up.
 
 
“What are you two waiting for? Hm?”
 
 
Gudako could only smugly stand over them, having clearly won already. With their mammoth bubble butts being thrust out, shaking with every little shift in position they made, she decided to give them a firm slap.
 
 
“Oi! I’m getting to it!”
 
 
Seemingly not ready to give up, the two gave one shot at the futile effort of performing even a single push up. With their gut in the way the two of them had to actively push down against it to try and lower themselves, rolls of plush fat rolling out of their sides as their gut was forcefully pushed against the floor. It took much strain, the two getting red in the face as they tried to accomplish at least one.
 
 
The longer they fought the more their muscles ached as they struggled to hold position. Having their chunky legs stretched out was causing them some serious stress as it buckled under the weight of their jumbo sized bubble butts which wobbled constantly as they struggled to even try one push up.
 
 
Yet the two obese pigs couldn’t even bend their arms half way before their tummies rebounded, knocking them off balance as they tumbled to the side.
 
 
They appeared flustered in their shame as they flopped onto their backs. The two no longer had any comebacks as they struggled to catch their breath.
 
 
Feeling very accomplished herself, Gudako got on her knees and placed a hand on the domes of their belly, giving the hefty guts a condescending pat, ripples resounding through the flesh.
 
 
“If you two admit defeat and come to track, I’ll give you a treat.”
 
 
With those magic words Gudako felt their tummies rumble violently below her palms, fat shaking from the sheer force of hunger. Wills broken, the greedy gluttons spike in unison.
 
 
“We’re sorry, we’re just obese pigs! We can’t even do one push up!”
 
 
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Break time was called after a mere ten minutes of activity as Gudako once again had to rethink her approach. The three fatties she was currently dealing with were Wu, Chacha and Melusine. Three tiny female servants who seemed to have over compensated for their lacking height with increased girth.
 
 
Each girl was huge, wide as they were tall, they looked like they were just round spheres of pudge. They were rapidly closing in on being the same weight as the cows from earlier despite being half their size. They even wore the same size outfits but fat was still oozing out of their tight sportswear. It was hard to imagine that such tiny girls had such insane appetites, but each pound of fat in their frame used to be a woman twice their height.
 
 
Wu was the most bottom heavy of the three. Flat as a board but with a tush that caught in every doorway necessitating Gudako to push her through. Her pudgy tummy was a massive ball of dough which dropped down over her crotch. The bratty empress until now expected her servants to carry her everywhere, multiple women being required to stand below her to cover her tremendous width. Yet now for the sake of exercise she was required to walk everywhere, bringing great pain to her feet as they had to support that tremendously pampered butt of hers.
 
 
Chacha was maybe the lightest of the three, but that meant very little looking at her swollen, engorged gut that dropped down to her knees. The swell of her tummy dominated her frame as she struggled to even see over it. Every step was laborious as struggled to navigate with all the meat taking up all the space in front of her. That gut of hers seemed just a few meals away from touching ground it had grown to such an impressive size. Out of all the girls her fat distribution seemed to be putting her mobility the most at risk. Getting her exercising seemed to be paramount.
 
 
Melusine seemed to be the heaviest of the bunch. Her tits were the biggest, but even that was barely above being flat, something that didn’t stop her from holding it over the others. She was able to maintain a more equal distribution between her gut and her butt, both mounds of fat seeming to jut out a similar distance from each other. Despite trying to remain a refined knight she was the most gluttonous hog of the bunch whose facade evaporated when the consequences of her binging constantly made themselves apparent. Many times her actions reminded Gudako of a struggling pregnant woman, despite the only thing in that gut of hers was blubber.
 
 
The three fatty short stacks, exhausted after only brief activity, flopped their massive behinds down upon the wooden bench on the side of the track. It was tight fit squeezing those incredible hips of theirs together on that seat but they were barely able to get it to fit.
 
 
“How dare they, huff, call their empress fat! Demanding I, huff, do this demeaning activity!”
 
 
Panting out of breath the rotund empress complained about being called tubby despite the bench creaking loudly under her dumptruck bubble butt. It was a miracle that the poor thing was still standing, but like Atlas holding up the world it persisted.
 
 
“Chacha finds this workout to be too hard!”
 
 
Chacha pouted her chubby cheeks as she settled into her seat, all the while trying to calm her grumbling belly.
 
 
“I’m still far too slow. I won’t quit until I get back to my old speeds.”
 
 
Melusine seemed to be the only one with any real intention of working out. That attitude was contested with the fact she was perhaps the fattest of them all, the tiny butter ball utterly overwhelmed by a tremendous gut made all the bigger by her short frame. Once the fattest of the knights she had been reduced to a lumbering hog that her master, a mere human, could run circles around.
 
 
The three of them have been trying to work out, but their giant out of shape bodies have foiled every attempt.
 
 
The first task was doing sit ups. Once a simple task has been rendered impossible with the massive heavy sacks attached to their middle. All three of them had been sprawled out on the floor, desperately straining themselves like turtles left on their back as they tried to pull their upper bodies upright. Yet their guts had them pinned, suffocating them under the weight of countless women.
 
 
By the end they felt like they had gone through an intense workout routine, but their gut had utterly defeated them. In the end, Gudako had to nearly break her back pulling their sweaty bodies off the ground.
 
 
The second task was trying pull ups. This was abandoned after five seconds after realizing it was a bad idea.
 
 
Melusine had made an attempt to do a pull up to show her wrong, but it proved to be an impossible task. Her arm was able to grab the bars but the massive weight of her body pulled her down to the ground. No amount of pulling could overcome the sheer weight of her gut and thick thighs which wanted to keep her rooted to the ground. She was simply heavier than she herself could carry, and Instead of hoisting herself off the ground, the bar merely bent and warped under her own weight.
 
 
With that Gudako had to run back to the drawing board, but the servants waddling behind her, exhausted from just moving towards the track area, were allowed a short break.
 
 
GGGRRRRR
 
 
Everyone’s train of thought is interrupted by a loud quake which emanated from Chacha’s stomach. Her gut quaked with the force sending visible ripples through her wobbling fat. The force of her hunger shook the bench they sat on, causing it to creak even louder than before.
 
 
“Master! Can you come here for a moment?”
 
 
“So you can try and eat me again?”
 
 
“But Chacha’s hungry!”
 
 
The servant began to whine that she could satiate her hunger with humanity's last master, fully willing to let humanity fall for a quick snack and entitled enough to expect them to agree. For once Gudako could be thankful that the obese servant struggled to stand lest she crawl over to feast on the meat that was left just out of reach.
 
 
“You should feed yourself to your emperor instead! That might make up for the torture you’ve been putting me through!”
 
 
Wu suddenly joined in with a rumbling tummy of her own. The spoiled brat felt equally entitled to her master's tasty body. She was arguably a safer bet to approach than Chacha though, the pampered glutton only wanting to be fed by others, unwilling to put in the effort or shoving food in her own mouth.
 
 
“Jeez.You’re all so spoiled. At least you wouldn’t eat me, right Melusine?”
 
 
GGRRRRRRRR
 
 
Gudako looked to the more loyal servant for at least a little bit of relief only to be met with an equally ominous rumble. Melusine looked panicked as she tried to calm her loud tummy, trying to shut it up as it spoke out of turn embarrassing her.
 
 
“Oh. Um, well…. I have one last idea for an activity you three can do.”
 
 
Gudako quickly tried changing subjects. After going over the sports equipment Gudako pulls something from a bag and casually tosses it towards them. She wasn’t originally planning on throwing it to them, but no risks can be taken now.
 
 
“Here, maybe try lifitng these weights.”
 
 
Having the idea that doing some weight lifting would be easier considering they’re doing that all the time with their heft, she casually tossed Melusine a light weight of a mere five pounds. Though a little surprised, the servant was able to catch it.
 
 
Crack!
 
 
With the addition of just this simple extra weight the poor bench could no longer handle the burden of hoisting up these three girls. A thunderous boom shook through the area as over a ton of collective servant pudge smashed into the ground shattering the poor bench to pieces. The three looked bewildered as their combined weight brought them crashing to earth.
 
 
“Owie! Chacha hurt her butt! Come help me!”
 
 
“Master this shoddy peasant bench couldn’t handle my weight! Bring me another!”
 
 
Despite having shattered a public bench the demanding brats were already making selfish requests of their master, unwilling to put in any work themselves. Getting a little annoyed at this point, Gudako wasn’t gonna deal with their shit.
 
 
“Alright, I’m outta here. Your exercise today is to get up on your own. Good luck.”
 
 
Marching off the trio of tiny blimps were left sitting there on the floor, forced to overcome the oppressive weight of obesity on their own.
 
 
Of course Gudako would find them in the same spot the next day, glutted on some poor staff who foolishly tried to help them.
 
 
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Finally Gudako had to get around to what she might call the most problematic crew. The group of servants who had gorged themselves the most and were in turn the fattest of them all. Considering the obese hogs she had to attend to earlier, that title couldn’t be taken lightly at all. In many ways it was a miracle these fatties could move, so getting them to work out would be a supreme challenge.
 
 
“OOUUURRRP!”
 
 
“Mom!”
 
 
“Excuse me.”
 
 
Irisviel blushed as she bashfully covered her mouth. Despite her constant complaining Illya was as equal rotund as her mother, the two mammoth balls of flab barely occupying the same couch that had long since crumbled below their combined girth.
 
 
It seemed they were snacking, and considering their size she’ll have to check if staff had gone missing, you couldn’t tell if anyone was entrapped in balls of flab that big. The two white haired servants sat next to each, their bodies squished together forming an endless sea of fat.. Each of them were barely mobile, weighed down by guts they had to push along the floor like heavy boulders. The massive Mountains of pale flesh easily weighed as much of some of the overweight fatties she’d been visiting today on her own.
 
 
 
 
Irisviel maintained her massively motherly curves. Two massive breasts rested comfortably atop the incredible swell of her middle, each teat rapidly approaching the point where they rival the poor master in weight. There was currently no bra in Chaldea with the power to contain those mammaries padded with towns worth of girls, the two hills of chub left to wobble freely.
 
 
Her daughter was not so lucky, no amount of girls she was ingested seemed to push her beyond moderately flat. She had gurgled hundreds of women only to see her own breasts increase by one, maybe two cup sizes. Instead everything she ate went straight to her middle which was nearly the size of her mothers own gut despite the girl being half the size. Alternatively the rest wound up on her hips and ass, the magical girl cultivating wide maidenly hips that matched her mothers own gargantuan bubble butt.
 
 
When combined with her short stature, those large motherly curves overwhelmed her the poor girl, practically burying her under the fat. It seems trying to keep up with her mothers appetite despite having a shittier metabolism, she’d grown into the fattest between them.
 
 
Of course those two weren’t the only blimps waiting for their master to address them.
 
 
Bazett was the only one actually standing in wait for her master, clinging to her pride as if somehow still in denial of the fact that she had fallen this far. A pendulous, flabby gut hung from her waist down to her feet in a blanket of chub, straining every superhuman muscle in her body to stand upright without toppling over. She placed her hands on her hips and leaned back a little, growing exhausted as she tried to prevent her flab from actually touching the floor as if it would finally prove that she was indeed obese.
 
 
Her butt was a tremendous mass as well. Her rotund cheeks having accidentally destroyed numerous furniture with their unruly size and weight, they had become her most powerful weapon as a warrior. A shame that the only battles she’ll be dominating are against inanimate objects unless she were to accidentally sit on some unsuspecting servant. Still, it was amazing that she was arguably the skinniest servant in the room.
 
 
“Master. Let me, urpf, get up to see you.”
 
 
Sitting at a table placed towards the back wall was the King of Knights Artoria. Despite being on a diet she was shamelessly stuffing her face while idly waiting, her enablers constantly feeding her. Empty plates were stacked high on her table, a feast emptied into her gut like a light snack.
 
 
Still trying to maintain some sort of pride as a king though, upon seeing her master enter the room attempted to stand to attention. Placing a chubby hand on the table it took an insane amount of effort to merely rise up from the multiple chairs it took to carry her ass.
 
 
Artoria could barely stand, her gut dropping comfortably to the floor, the King of Knights getting winded just by standing. Her stomach was a wide and round ball of fat greater than the width of any doorway. The mini planet of fat was a heavy burden to walk while carrying, each painful step thunderous as she shuffled along. Her pot belly wobbled and shook with every step, obfuscating the view in front of her and would block the sight of her master whenever she stood too close.
 
 
While her natural gluttony already did her waistline no favors, but her orbit of loyal Sycophants meant she never had to lift a finger as every urge was indulged. In turn she rapidly approached full immobility every day.
 
 
“My lord, please don’t strain yourself.”
 
 
At just the sigh of even slight discomfort, one of her loyal knights Gwain was already rushing over to ensure that she did not even have to put in effort to stand. The king's loyal knights had ended up being the main reason Artoria had glutted herself into such a obese state. Every grumble from her demanding tummy was taken as an order resulting in an over pampered hog that was waited on hand and foot.
 
 
“I’m, huff, fine. I’m just a little, URP, out of shape.”
 
 
Artoria reassured the knight that there wasn’t a problem, but the sweat pouring down her pained face suggested otherwise. A kingdom of maidens hung off her frame, an amount of fat that was an exercise all her own to carry. It was perhaps a miracle that she could stand at all.
 
 
Finally there was Saint Martha, a fallen Maiden who was the biggest of them all. Instead of walking her overburdened dragon was forced to carry her around, but he seemed crushed by the weight of all maidens she had shamelessly churned into fat and worse. Any facade of her saintly persona crumbled when that belly of hers roared and temptation took over. Not even Gudako felt entirely safe around the Saint, the only saving grace was that her practical immobility meant she couldn’t exactly easily glut herself.
 
 
It was surely incalculable how many girls Martha had to gulp down to grow this large. It is surely a number that could only really be expressed as a percentage of the population rather than a finite number. If the servant she wanted to summon was fat on her body, then trying to get her to burn her off was like searching for a specific drop of water in the ocean.
 
 
While getting any of these girls to work out was a challenge, when it came to Martha Gudako was worried it was straight up impossible.God might actually have to intervene to make it happen.
 
 
“Alright everyone. I’ve, um, been considering some exercise routines for you all but….”
 
 
Gudako held her tongue, not wanting to call all of them a lost cause to their faces. But it felt very true. These man-eating blobs would surely crush any equipment they used, and considering they were barely mobile, most strenuous activities felt like they’d quickly devolve into a disaster.
 
 
“I was thinking maybe we could start easy. Walking. Standing even…... Perhaps some light stretches.”
 
 
“I can, huff, do anything you ask.”
 
 
Bazett, having already dedicated herself to standing, was ready to accept any challenge, but Gudako wondered if she had reached her limit already.
 
 
“We can at least walk right mom? We’re not that far gone.”
 
 
GGGGRRRRR
 
 
“Can we get some lunch first?“
 
 
“Mom!”
 
 
Illiya tried to remain optimistic about their abilities while her mothers gut rumbled intensely. She seemed far more focused on eating.
 
 
“I agree, it’s important to eat some protein to build muscle and have enough energy to lose weight.”
 
 
Martha chimed in, though Gudako had a feeling that she meant something a little more than protein when she talked about lunch.
 
 
“Whew, lunch doesn’t sound too bad.”
 
 
Artoria wiped some sweat from her brow. Her tummy gurgles threw her knights into action. If the ruins of a five course feast Artoria left behind on that table did not constitute lunch to her, Gudako wondered what could satiate her. Was there ever even a moment when her tummy was empty?
 
 
“We can’t have lunch first, you all are on a diet remember! Although, to maybe give you all some motivation…..”
 
 
Gudako had prepared at least one secret weapon to get these girls motivated, even if it ended up being a little embarrassing for them. There was really only one thing that got these fatties to act anymore.
 
 
“I’ve got a doughnut for you if you get over here.”
 
 
Holding up a sugary treat Gudakos ear drums are nearly blown out by the cacophony of greedy growls who all wanted to lay claim to sweet in her hand.
 
 
“I’m glad you’re all so… Enthusiastic.”
 
 
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“My lord, was that to your satisfaction?”
 
 
“BWWWOOUUURRRRRPPP!”
 
 
It did not take long for things to rapidly devolve as the fatties struggled to waddle across one room.
 
 
The spoiled king belched loudly in the knight's face, manners cast to side as she left her mouth open waiting for more. After hearing her belly call for food her knights could help but start feeding her even as she waddled towards her master. Unable to say no to food she accepted anything put in front of her. Each greedy mouthful was carefully planned so that their gluttonous king wouldn’t inhale them with it.
 
 
Normally it would be difficult to feed someone while they were moving, but the fat king was so spectacularly slow that the knights had all the time in the world to rush around and carefully place food into her waiting maw. A variety of dishes from sweets to pasta were funneled down her throat. An entire meal for Gudako vanished in a single gulp, barely chewed. The entire time each bite was taken between a tired huff as the obese Saber seemed close to giving up. It seemed a little counterintuitive to feed her while she was working out to lose weight, but at least it kept her moving. Though even that seemed to be slowing to a halt as the food in front of her served as too much of a tempting distraction.
 
 
“My Lord, please have some this.”
 
 
Appearing out of nowhere, Lancelot suddenly bursts in carrying a cartoony, oversized platter. An entire roasted hog rested upon it. In some gross display of gluttony the servant wasn’t even fazed, her mouth just opening a little wider to let the knight shove it inside.
 
 
Still, it was far too large to be instantly swallowed, bringing the king's waddle to an end. Distracted by the flavor and greedily gulp the absurd meal down, she feel back down onto her ass while she swallowed it. It was almost disturbing to see her consume the entire thing, an entire pig vanishing into her gut with a satisfied expression.
 
 
“OOOOUUUUURRRRRPPP!”
 
 
Having forgotten what she was up to, the king belched loudly, sending spittle flying everywhere.
 
 
“My liege you’ve made a mess.”
 
 
Tristan runs up to Artoria with a napkin to dab her messy mouth and start cleaning up the mess she made of herself. Her gut bulged with the addition of new meat, the fatty finally feeling a little satisfied. The prospect that she could have more room is insane to consider. Depressingly, though, this meant the end of the servant Gudako had been most optimistic about making it.
 
 
Bazett, who after spending all the time standing, was already a heap upon the floor.
 
 
“I’m just, haaa, trying to, huff, do some stretches is all.”
 
 
The massive woman wheezed out a blatant lie to try and excuse the pitiful display. Her belly rose up and down with every labored breath as she laid down. Once the epitome of health and fitness, her all girl diet had rendered unable to even stand or cross a room without feeling like she ran a marathon.
 
 
She tried to play this off like a warm up stretch, but even moving her limbs was too much work for her. Part of deep down just wanted to give up and lay here while the Master fed her. Her painfully empty belly began to roar at her delirious daydream.
 
 
“Ngh! Come on Mom! You can go just a little further.”
 
 
“Haa! Sorry sweetie. Huff, but I don’t think mommy is gonna make it.”
 
 
The mother daughter pair waddled with labored breaths, having barely made it past the starting line. Irisviel leaned against the swell of her stomach as she stopped to catch her breath. Her muscles ached from trying to push her own flabby body around, fanning herself as she sweated profusely.
 
 
Illiya, while not in much better shape, earnestly tried to carry on even if it took a minute for every step forward. The small girl practically had to push her gut along the floor to get anywhere. It was hard to imagine how she was ever able to eat so many girls to get to this size in the first place, but the consequences of such gluttony were readily present.
 
 
“Ngh! I’ll, huff, make it there!…. After a short rest.”
 
 
While she tried to maintain a more disciplined facade, chastising her mother constantly for every lazy, crass and hedonistic display, she wasn’t much better. Her waddle soon slowed to a stop as the burden of pushing her own body conquered her youthful spirit in a sweaty, exhausted haze.
 
 
Rip!
 
 
The moment she let her body grow max though, the sound of fabric tearing echoed through the room, a bright red blush coming to her chubby face.
 
 
“Darling, your parties are showing!”
 
 
“Don’t point it out!”
 
 
Unable to handle the strain, the massive lair of shorts couldn’t contain all of the magical girl's dump truck, tearing in the middle to reveal her crack (or rather more than what was already bursting out) as it gobbled up her jumbo sized panties. A cute little bear had been plastered on it, but its little face was stretched to a comedic degree from all the booty meat.
 
 
Despite wanting to cover it up, between the lack of flexibility and a bubble butt that jutted out further than she could reach there was very little she could do about her embarrassment.
 
 
With that, there was only one other person trying to reach the other side of the room.
 
 
Martha though proved quickly that she never could walk in the first place. She attempted to Will herself across the floor with deep grunts but never made it anywhere. It seemed she had resorted to prayer, so that a miracle of God might take her over to her Master.
 
 
“Do you think you could help for a moment, Master?”
 
 
She spoke politely but the predatory glint in her eyes and the drool dripping down her face relayed more sinister intentions from the Saint. Her tummy grumbled loudly, shaking the room as Gudakos tasty body tempted it worse than the devil.
 
 
Gudako started to wonder if it would be safer to just use Martha for “burning” dupes and be done with her considering her current display.
 
 
Ultimately though the current problem at hand was that she wasn’t going to be losing weight any time ever. It was hard to say she failed the workout like the others, seeing as she never started, but either way Gudako had to throw in the towel. After an entire day of dead ends, she herself was exhausted.
 
 
“I’ve seen enough. You all can occasionally stand around sometimes.”
 
 
After the series of failures she had watched unfold today, Gudako began to doubt she’d ever be rolling that servant she wanted. The master felt it was better if she just stormed off before she got gobbled up by a pig that got a little too greedy.
 
 
“Does that, huff, we can have lunch now?”
 
 
“Eat your hearts out.”
 
 
Gudako gave them a dismissive wave, not even bothering to look back as a choir of stomach growls roared at once.
 
 
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At the end of the day there was one last fatty Gudako had to attend to. Perhaps one of the most surprising people to find out had submitted to gluttony. The situation since the singularity was cleared had been a little awkward. In spite of this though, Gudako was willing to spoil her just a little bit.
 
 
“Mashu? How are you doing?”
 
 
Throwing open the door to her room Gudako decided to check in on the diet of her most faithful companion.
 
 
Even the humble Mashu was rendered into a gluttonous hog once she was able to taste the pleasures of girl meat. Her gut was truly a sight to behold, a yoga ball of pure lard that was so heavy it was an intense labor to waddle around and balance herself at the same time. Even just standing seemed to make her pant out of breath, the girl acting like a heavily pregnant woman the way her gut impeded the daily life she used to know.
 
 
Round was truly the only way to describe this tubby beast, fat oozing out of her ill- fitting casual wear. It was kind of cute to watch her slowly waddle around Chaldea, clumsy bumping things or getting stuck as she adjusted to hundreds of pounds stuck to her frame.
 
 
“MPH!”
 
 
Upon entering the room all Gudako was met with was a muffled panic and the sight of a Chaldea staff member shoved half way down Mashu’s throat.
 
 
“What have I been telling you Mashu!”
 
 
Gudako waved a nagging finger at the gluttonous girl while she looked at her embarrassed.
 
 
“Make sure to swallow your food before speaking. It’s rude and you tend to get spit everywhere.”
 
 
More concerned about her manners than the actual fate of the meaty staff member. Mashu gave Gudako a nervous nod before swallowing the legs down in a powerful gulp. The poor lady was rapidly inhaled in an effortless display of gluttony, showing just how used the girl has gotten to eating tasty girls like this.
 
 
“I’m so- OOOUUURRRRPPPP, rry….”
 
 
With her food properly packed away in her tummy Mashu let out a deep guttural belch. Bits of spittle flew across the room in the crass display causing her to blush. Her flustered expression was contrasted by how grossly engorged she looked, her gut bloated heavily with writhing meat.
 
 
“Well, I hope whoever that is gives you some much needed energy because I got quite the exciting work out for you!”
 
 
Holding a bag to her side, Gudako pulls out something and boldly presents it to Gudako. It was tough to get her hands on it but she was very excited to try it out.
 
 
“Tada!”
 
 
“Hm? What is that?”
 
 
“It’s a Ring Fit! So you can work out and have fun doing it!”
 
 
“So it’s a game?”
 
 
“I think. Let’s hook it up!”
 
 
With an excited skip in her step prepared to set everything up as she shoved the controller into Mashu’s hands
 
 
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“OOOOUURRRP! Haaa! I shouldn’t have, urpf, eaten before this!”
 
 
Mashu’s tummy started to get upset as it was constantly jostled around as it tried to digest its meal. Sweat stained her ill fitting clothes as she exhaustedly tried to beat the enemies on the screen. Her flabby, bloated body struggled to put in the effort to beat even the easiest of enemies. A single battle in the game left her panting as she could barely move her body around.
 
 
Gudako said all that protein should give her some energy but all it did was make her lethargic and tired. She’d much rather collapse into a food coma than continue trying to beat the first area of this stupid game.
 
 
“S-Senpai! Can I, huff, haaaa, take a break!”
 
 
Mashu looked as if she had been through hell as she wiped sweat from her brow, legs shaking under her own weight. Gudako, who had been sitting behind her, considered Mashu’s request for a moment.
 
 
“Alright. I’ll allow a 5 minute break just for you.”
 
 
“Whew! Finally…”
 
 
With a sigh of relief Mashu didn’t hesitate to flop backwards so that she could get off her feet, forgetting to think about who was right behind her.
 
 
“Wait, Mash-“
 
 
No words could be thrown out in time as several hundreds pounds of kouhai blubber crashed heavily onto Gudako. The master's face stuffed between the sweaty crack of Mashu’s behemoth tush. Each beach ball sized cheek weighed heavily on the Master, suffocating under an endless sea of sweaty chub.
 
 
“Ah! Senpai!”
 
 
Mashu panicked as she looked around to find that Gudako had vanished below her own hefty girth. It admittedly took a little longer than she’d like to realize it, having just been so relieved to not be suffering the pains of a light workout.
 
 
“H-Hold on! I’m so sorry! Let me just- Hnngh!”
 
 
Eager to help her senpai Mashu strained herself to try and stand, only to find this was a lot harder task than it used to be. The tubby shielder had been depending on Gudako all this time to spoil and help her around, so not that Gudako couldn’t help pull her up she was nearly helpless.
 
 
It wouldn’t be impossible for her to pull herself up, but after working out with the ring fit and a half digest girl stuffed in her gut, the odds of her overcoming the burden of her own body rapidly declined.
 
 
“Haaa! Haaa! UURRP! I’m sorry senpai I can’t do it. I’m gonna have to digest a little, hehe…”
 
 
The flustered Mashu let out an embarrassed chuckle, eliciting a muffled response from under her backside. With very little the lazy girl could do, Mashu simply had to sit by and wait as an exhausted food coma took over.
 
 
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With all servants needing to monitor their weight loss, Nightingale was constantly busy keeping track of all the numbers. Mashu stood awkwardly on a scale as the Berserker nurse looked her over. Mashu’s gut was far too large for her to see what number came up on the scale and instead had to wait for Nightingales' verdict.
 
 
“Hm, you’ve put on quite a bit of weight….. Hold on…”
 
 
Having seemingly realized something the nurse bends back down to below Mashu’s stomach. Nightingale idly pokes a finger into Mashu’s lower abdomen, her finger sinking into plush fat only to run into something hard.
 
 
PPPPFFFFFTTTT
 
 
“Miss Kryielight, you’re supposed to weigh yourself after you use the bathroom. I’m not falling for that trick again when you take a dump to pretend you lost weight.”
 
 
The servants meaty diet had meant that a single bathroom break could make quite the difference. Lazy fatties who wanted to pretend they were losing weight would wait to be weighed before going so that the next day, the absence of a girl or two turned waste in their bowels created the illusion that they had lost weight. Upon feeling the clear presence of Chaldea staff in Mashu’s abdomen, it was clear Mashu was trying that strategy again.
 
 
“I’m afraid you’ll have to go and then come back to me again.”
 
 
“But that’ll take forever!”
 
 
“Masters orders. You wouldn’t want to disappoint her again would you?”
 
 
“Yes m’am…..”
 
 
Having crushed Gudako for so long, her massive tush had sent her poor senpai right to the nurses office where she’d have to recover. Unable to face that shame, the obese Mashu had to waddle away, passing by a long line of similar fatties waiting to fail the check up.
 
 
Though efforts continued, by the end of the rate up period, every servant had gained at least five pounds.