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🕑 Added 2022-01-28 05:10:19 +0000 UTCWARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Ryuko (Kill La Kill) Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting)
On an average day, the atmosphere of the Honnoji Academy would be one filled with strict guidelines under the threat of falling under the ire of the student council. However, the study body was given a chance to relax during the school festival. The grounds of the academy brimmed with activity as the students walked amongst the booths. Each club had set up their own booth to advertise and provide entertainment, most of which featured a bevy of different cuisine.
While the rest of the students were eager to take in the festivities, Ryuko Matoi swept back her black and red hair to keep her piercing blue eyes peeled for any sign of trouble. She stood out from the crowd with her black and red sailor uniform, Senketsu. While the kamui looked out of place, it worked alongside the scissor blade hidden in her pocket to ensure that she would be ready for any trouble that came her way. At least in theory.
“Ryuuuuuko-chan!”
The loud call gave Ryuko just enough time to catch Mako as she flung herself at her. Flipping the energetic young woman between her gloved hands, Ryuko placed her back on the ground without a single scuff mark on her friend’s blue and white uniform. Beaming with a smile as she fixed up her bowl cut, light brown hair, Mako eagerly latched onto Ryuko.
“Aren’t you excited?” Mako asked, the sheer power of her eagerness causing Ryuko’s body to vibrate alongside her. “We finally get a chance to relax and be normal students.”
“Doubt it,” Ryuko scoffed, managing to free herself from Mako’s grasp. “I bet you anything this is just a set up by one of Satsuki’s cronies.”
“But, but, there’s so much food and fun things to do,” Mako pleaded, her eyes going wide as she stared up at Ryuko.
“Sorry,” Ryuko said, turning her back to both the festivities, “but I’d rather be at home training to increase my strength.”
As Ryuko began to walk off, Mako panicked in her attempt to figure out how to get her friend to relax a little. Frantically looking about, Mako’s nose picked up the irresistible aroma coming from the various food booths. The combination of her desperation and growling tummy gave her an idea, albeit a very shaky one. Under the influence of her unyielding spirit, Mako sprinted forward and stopped Ryuko dead in her tracks.
Ryuko let out a sigh. “Mako, I told you I’m not going to fall for Satsuki’s tricks.”
Mako stepped forward and placed her hands on Ryuko’s shoulders. “I know you want to get stronger, but you can’t do that without a proper meal. While my mom is the best cook in the entire universe, you know how limited our food budget is. Students of the Academy get to eat for free so this is the perfect chance for you to bulk up so you can become big and strong.”
“Mako I…”
Ryuko trailed off, unable to deny her rumbling stomach and the look in Mako’s eyes. With a shrug of her shoulders, she turned back to face the festival. “Alright, but we’ll only be here for a bite or two. Got it?”
“You got it!” Mako proclaimed, grasping Ryuko’s hand to drag her off to the center of the festival.
Though they passed many booths offering a bevy of food, Ryuko turned them all down. While part of it was her own wariness for traps, a good portion came from her kamui. Senketsu was quick to bring up that a majority of the food being offered lacked much in the way of nutrition. Getting a little too in-depth with Ryuko’s recent weight gain was more than enough to dissuade her from pigging out on any of the dishes.
Ryuko and Mako’s culinary tour came to a halt as they reached an unassuming booth in a remote corner of the booth area. While it lacked a lot of the glitz and glamor of the other displays, it made up for it with a familiar scent that made the girls’ stomachs growl even louder. Wading their way to the back, they looked over the platters of croquettes spread out across the table. So enamored by the mouthwatering aroma of the fried food, they failed to notice the student lurking behind the booth.
“Hello there,” the young man said, his grinning face sliding his wide-rimmed glasses up his face. “Find something you like?”
“You bet!” Mako was happy to reply. “Are you some kind of cooking club?”
The student let out a chuckle as he flicked trim of his sleeveless, white lab coat. “You could say that. I am none other than the incredible, Drew Teld. With my knowledge of the culinary arts, I made great strides in my studies back in the USA. When I came over for an exchange program, it was my great intellect that allowed me to easily overtake the cooking club and shape it into the perfect lab to study the gastrointestinal arts.”
Drew’s bold statements were met with a blank stare from Ryuko before she began walking away.
“Er, please wait,” Drew pleaded, losing some of his former pride in the process. “No one has come to my booth all day and I need someone to try out my new croquette recipe. I beg you, at least try it out.”
A growl from Ryuko’s stomach was enough to make her turn around towards the groveling student. “Fine. Which one of these is your special recipe?”
Drew regained a hint of his former smile as he reached beneath the table. Rising back up, he placed a platter on the table. Upon the silver dish was a single croquette, its outer layer of skin tainted by hints of black and white. On reaction, Ryuko began to turn away again only for Mako to grab her by the shoulders.
“Mako, there’s no way I’m eating that thing,” Ryuko said, her resolve only strengthening as she heard a sound similar to a pop coming from the mystery croquette.
“Ryuko-chan, you’re being mean to this poor man,” Mako said. “You heard what he said, this is a special meal made just for you.”
“That’s not what he said at all,” Ryuko replied. “He was probably just waiting for some poor schmuck to come along to try it out and get food poisoning in the process. Well you better keep looking pal, because I’m not going to-“
Ryuko’s words became muffled as Mako shoved the croquette into her mouth. Forced to either swallow or choke on the wad of fried meat, Ryuko let it slide down the back of her throat. While her tongue tingled with a pleasant after taste, it could do little to take away from the feeling of betrayal she felt as she stared down Mako.
“What the hell did you do that for?”
“Did it taste good?” Mako asked, her smile unwavering under Ryuko’s accusation.
“It doesn’t matter what it tastes like. For all we know I could have been poisoned or BWOOOOOOOOORRRRRRP!”
Mako reeled back from the lingering scent of her friend’s gnarly belch. “Woo, that’s pretty strong Ryuko-chan. I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Probably a side effect of the UUURRP corrupted croquette.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I assure you,” Drew spoke up. “In any case, I do appreciate you giving my new recipe a test run. Feel free to help yourself to my other offerings. They might not be as stupendous as my ultimate creation, but you will find them quite appealing nonetheless.”
Ryuko opened up her mouth to refute Drew’s offer, only for another burp to coming rolling out. As she waved away the smell of her rancid belch, her nose caught a whiff of the aroma coming off of the croquettes. The rumbling of her stomach came back louder than ever, working alongside a feeling in the back of her head to break off her mental restraints.
