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Slob University's Hero Program (WIP Preview)
🕑 Added 2020-12-24 15:53:53 +0000 UTCWARNING CONTAINS: Momo Yaoyorozu (MHA) Burping and Farting
Powering through a long and strenuous academic career at U. A. High school, Momo Yayorozu came out with high marks and a world of possibilities as a rising heroine. Multiple hero agencies and universities were sending her countless invitations and scholarships for her to join them on her road to a bright future. While she wasn’t lacking when it came to choice, it was under the advisement of her teachers she should attend a school that stood out among the rest.
The day of her orientation had Momo sitting inside the dean’s office for an in-person meeting. While she waited for the dean to arrive, she made sure her spiky black hair was neatly tied into a ponytail. She struggled to accommodate the school uniform to her body, the wide pleated skirt barely hanging off of her skinny waist and the bulky green sweater swallowing up her torso. Unsure of what exactly the school had in mind for her, she tried to make herself presentable for both her family’s name and as her position as one of the top students from U. A. That became harder than planned as she heard a set of heavy stomps approaching from outside the hallway.
Heaving open the door, the dean made her presence known with a deep belch. Turning in her chair, Momo could hardly believe what she was seeing as the woman shoved her massive form through the doorway. Squeezing her hips through with mere inches to spare, the woman was sharply dressed woman in a tight, grey sports coat wrapped around her 600-pound body and a mini-skirt that purposefully showed off her chunky butt cheeks. Taking her seat behind the desk, the woman adjusted her glasses and stared at Momo.
“Momo BWOOOORRRRP Yaoyorozu?” the woman belched.
Powering through the lingering gas cloud, Momo showed off a friendly smile. “Yes that’s me. You must be Francesca Wurdstrum. I want to thank you for accepting me to your prodigious-“
Momo was shut out by a loud fart blasting out from the obese woman’s rear. “That is correct. For the sake of brevity, you may call me Ms. Wurdstrum. Do you UUURRP understand?”
“Um, yes Ms. Wurdstrum. Are you feeling okay? You seem a bit…uneasy.”
Ms. Wurdstrum glanced over the edge of her glasses. Leaning her belly against the desk, she let rip another ghastly fart. “Why would you ask that?”
Momo’s attempt to reply was hindered by the rising fog of toxic air that poured out of Ms. Wurdstrum’s rear. Powering through it, she put her arm sleeve up to her face to muffle the smell. “You seem to be having problems with her digestion and *cough* mobility.”
Ms. Wurdstrum let out a disapproving huff. “I would hope that someone of your caliber would have been able to see what the peak of our university’s studies looks like. Alas, I fear you’ve fallen for the same ignorance as most of the populace. Do not worry, part of your curriculum at Slob University will include informing you in the way a proper woman should be.”
Momo raised her hand and waited for the dean to acknowledge her. “How is this supposed to make me a better hero?”
“Very simply. I’ve read the reports about your quirk, but I believe a demonstration is in order. Would you kindly show me your power?”
“Of course,” Momo replied, lifting up the hem of her sweater. Placing her hand against her stomach, she activated her quirk and pulled out a glass bowl. Putting it on the desk, she watched as Ms. Wurdstrum lifted it up to her eye.
“How are you able to do this?” she asked, getting a close work of the fine craftsmanship of the bowl.
“To put it simply, my quirk allows me to change the adipose cells in my body into different materials and create objects at will.”
Upon hearing this, Ms. Wurdstrum put down the bowl and glanced over Momo’s body again. “Are you saying you can turn your body fat into anything?”
“Kind of. I need to know the exact properties and materials of the object and if I make too much at once I could be left anemic.”
“If that’s the case, why are you as scrawny as a twig?”
Momo was left speechless, both in response to the rude remark and failing to come up with a suitable answer. Taking her silence as all the information she needed, Ms. Wurdstrum reached below her desk and popped open a mini-fridge to pull out a can of soda the size of Momo’s head. Still reeling at the can’s size, Momo was caught off guard as Wurdstrum slammed a bucket-sized bowl of chili alongside it.
“What is this for?” Momo asked, gazing upon the impromptu lunch.
“I want you to eat all of this as fast as you can,” Ms. Wurdstrum replied, pushing the drink and food towards Momo.
“Why? Does this have something to do with my-“
Ms. Wurdstrum shut her down with a deep belch. “No questions, just action. Start eating and don’t stop until it’s all gone.”
“What about utensils?”
With an aggravated sigh, Ms. Wurdstrum reached out and grabbed Momo’s wrists. “Your hands may be small, but I have to assume they can at least feed you. Now get to work.”
Spurred by Ms. Wurdstrum’s harsh words and her own need to make a good impression at her new school, Momo delved into her feast. Grabbing a handful of chili, she attempted to scoop it into her mouth as carefully as possible. Her efforts were for naught as stray drops of meat and beans spilled onto her sweater as she attempted to swallow an acceptable amount of food for the dean. In an attempt to help wash it down, she put the can to her lips and tilted her head back. Dissatisfied with her progress, Ms. Wurdstrum pushed the can up to nearly drown Momo with a torrent of soda. Forced to drink the sugary drink, Momo chugged away in an attempt to appease the headmistress.
Over the course of an hour, Momo trudged through the gauntlet of a meal. Chili had been spread across her mouth and besmirched her once pristine sweater. Even after Ms. Wurdstrum’s practically force fed her, Momo still left behind a sizable amount of chili in the bowl. In a last ditch effort to try and please the dean, Momo lifted the soda can up to her mouth only to recoil at the mere thought of fitting anymore into her overstuffed potbelly.
“That will be enough,” Ms. Wurdstrum said, taking away the half-empty can. “Let me see what you can do now.”
“I don’t feel too good,” Momo replied, rubbing her overburdened stomach. “It might not be a good idea to try and activate my quirk like this.”
“Not that. I want you to use the small amount of food you consumed to show me what your body can do so I can properly place you for your classes.”
“I’m not sure I BWOOOORRRRRP,” Momo belched, a bright shade of red appearing on her face. “Excuse me, that’s no unlike me.”
“Pathetic,” Ms. Wurdstrum said, grasping the can in her hands. Chugging the rest of the soda in record time, she beat against her chest to produce a loud burp that dwarfed Momo’s own. “That is what UUUUUUUUUURRRRP Slob University considers the baseline. Now what about your other end?”
Momo figured out what Ms. Wurdstrum meant by the building pressure in her lower intestines. Fighting against everything her parents had taught her about manners, she clenched her fingers and let the gas come squeaking out. Recoiling at both the smell and high-pitched noise that escaped her rear, she almost didn’t see the disappointed look on Ms. Wurdstrum’s face.
“We definitely have a lot of work to do,” Ms. Wurdstrum commented as she drank the rest of the chili. Turning her rear towards Momo, she let loose a maelstrom of farts that both gave Momo an idea of what was in her future and properly initiated her into the student body.
