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Hypnotic Hero Hedonism (WIP Preview)
🕑 Added 2024-06-11 01:24:06 +0000 UTCWARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Ochaco, Momo, and Jiro (MHA) Hypnosis and Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting
A villain hunt goes awry as Ochaco, Momo, and Jiro are hypnotized to participate in a strange game. Under the trance, they compete to see who can become the gassiest and largest slob.
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Typically, the production studio was used to shoot commercials and movies seen all across Japan. However, now it was the prime location for a hostage situation involving a new villain. For fear of the criminal hurting the crew members trapped inside, the Association elected to have a small team of heroes infiltrate through a back entrance.
Creeping along the dim corridor, Ochaco tried to make the most of what little light peeked into the abandoned passage. Each small beam partially illuminated her head of short, brown hair and her pink outfit. Though typically the costume was made more for direct conflict, there wasn’t a chance to modify it for the operation. She just had to hope her teammates could help with whatever trouble they ran into.
Ochaco’s blind stumbling through the dark led to her tripping over her own feet. Moments before she gave away the group’s position, she was caught by something long and wiry wrapping around her waist. Rather than yell out in terror, she remained calm. Sure enough, she looked over her shoulder to see that the cords were attached to Jiro’s ear lobes. Unlike Ochaco, her chin length, dark purple hair and black jacket aided in her stealth. Comforted by the look of determination coming from the audio hero’s eyes, Ochaco pushed forward.
The pitch black darkness ahead of her was lit up by a beam of light. Once more looking back, she spotted the fluffy ponytail of black hair belonging to Momo. The illumination was coming from a flashlight clutched in her hands, no doubt pulled out from the portion of the heroine’s mid-section that was left exposed by her red outfit. Though they had been given the directions to remain as inconspicuous as possible, Momo had thought that the risk of constantly tripping outweighed being seen. Unfortunately, she was very wrong.
The once silent passageway began to be filled with the echo of fists beating against the exterior wall. Though the group tried to remain still and quiet until the sound passed, they all took notice of a strange, rumbling noise coming from where they had slipped inside. A moment later, they heard a sound similar to a thunder clap as an awful aroma came barreling towards them. Unable to handle the stench, the trio began to run as fast as they could. Desperate to escape before they passed out from the noxious fumes, they gave up all sense of stealth as they barged through the first door they ran into.
Taking a gasp of fresh air, Ochaco swiveled her head back and forth to see that they had stumbled into one of the studios. Lacking any specific props or backdrops, the room was instead filled with foldable tables and chairs. All along the floor was a collection of wires that led to collections of different filming equipment. The group unanimously turned their attention towards the crafts table where they found the crew, or at least what they had become.
Each one of them was well over 500 pounds, with their clothing barely holding on. They seemed ignorant to the girls’ presence; more content to stuff their faces with whatever food their pudgy hands could grasp. Though the heroines wanted to intervene, they were thrown back by an awful odor permeating from the group. Forced to turn away as a similar rumbling noise preceded the obese crew’s flatulence, the trio locked their gazes on the person responsible for all of this.
“My, my,” said the woman, a feathery, pink boa around her arms partially obscuring the glittering, pink dress she was wearing. “It appears that three brave heroes have come to save the day,” she added, waving about her long locks of platinum blonde hair. “Unfortunately, we’re not holding auditions for an action movie. However, I can think of another role that should fit you nicely.”
“What did you do to them?” Ochaco asked, gesturing towards the gluttonous group.
“I gave them the privilege of auditioning for my new television program,” the woman replied.
“Wait, I think I’ve seen you before,” Momo spoke up. “You’re Entertainer Etiko. My parents used to watch your show.”
“Ah, so nice to run in to someone that still knows me,” Etiko replied. “Unfortunately, no amount of fame could make up for the backlash that occurred when news of my quirk got out.”
Focusing her eyes, Jiro stared down the mystery villain. “What’s your quirk?”
Etiko let out a small laugh. “I suppose that we truly are living in a world with a breakneck news cycle if none of you remember. That would explain why it was so easy to gather my crew of helpers,” she said, gesturing towards the group of slobby slaves.
“Release them, now!” Ochaco commanded, she and the other heroines got into fighting stances.
Shaking her head, Etiko began to saunter towards the girls. “I’m afraid I still need their services in order to film my pilot. It would be an absolute tragedy to get so close to realizing my vision when the final piece needed has fallen into my lap.”
“Which is…?” Jiro asked, warily watching Etiko.
“Why, you three,” Etiko said, holding her arms aloft. “You young ladies will make the perfect stars for my one of a kind game show.”
“No thank you,” Momo said, stepping forward with a metal pole at the ready. “My parents might have respected your work in the past, but you’re nothing like that person I saw on TV before. Someone like you shouldn’t have to resort to taking people hostage.”
Etiko let out a sigh. “True, this is far from what I thought my career would be. However, it must be done. The world must see the value in my show devoted to hedonism. Come along ladies, you’re just in time to be contestants on the Slobification Show!”
