Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.

A/N: I know I've been working on alot of Bleach stuff already, but...this was something I wrote not too long ago. I don't put many of these kinds of fics up on here since they're not as popular. I know it kinda goes fast, but most of this chapter is plot anyway, and not much of a plot either. It's just a short two-chapter thing.

"MASHIROOOOOOOOOOO...KICK!"

Kuna Mashiro, a tiny, slender lime-haired woman in a white jumpsuit and a orange scarf wrapped around her neck, spun wildly through the air like a majestic pinwheel before smashing the heel of her foot down onto the mask of a rather large Hollow. The spirit-hungry beast let out a howl of agony and collapsed onto its backside. A moment later, it ceased to move any longer. Mashiro wasted no further time and punched a hole straight through the waist of a squid-like hollow that had attempted to sneak up behind her. Before it could hit the ground, Mashiro grabbed it by one of its many dark-pink tentacles and threw it at a clutter of lower-class Hollows nearby, knocking them all out at once. At that same time, several more Hollows were sliced into millions of pieces by a powerful, razor-sharp gust of wind released from the zanpakuto of Muguruma Kensei. Mashiro bounced over to Kensei's side and struck a victory pose, the defeated Hollows slowly evaporating into nothingness. They had been fighting all around Karakura Town since the early morning.

"That...was...awesome, Kensei! Ha ha, it was so much fun! Let's do it again! Let's do it again!" Mashiro cried, jumping up and down happily, her eyes sparkling with childish glee. Kensei sighed and rubbed the back of his head.

"You know, Mashiro, you have way too much energy, and it only shows when you want to fight. The rest of the time you're a lazy little brat who eats far too much!" Kensei snapped, "It's a surprise you haven't developed into a fatty already with your eating habits! Luckily for you it was our turn to eliminate the Hollows today!"

"Hmm? Kensei, you always try to act so mean and tough around me, and yet you still let me get away with being a 'brat' all the time...is it because you're a tsundere?"

"W-WHAT?"

"Lisa told me about them. I didn't really understand the explanation she gave, but I think she used you as an example of a male tsundere!"

"That...that bitch..." Kensei speedily turned his head away to hide the look of embarrassment on his face.

"Is it true, Kensei? Is it true? Are you tsunderederedere for me? Tell meeeeee..." Mashiro begged for an answer as she tugged on the older man's shirt.

"The hell does that mean? Tsunderederedere? Get off me! Look, all I said is that if your metabolism wasn't so damn freaky, you'd be pretty damn overweight!"

Mashiro giggled affectionately. "Oh, Kensei, you're so silly; the reason I eat so much is because I have to be able to store the massive amounts of energy I need to use my mask for extended periods of time! That's why I can wear it the longest out of any of you!"

"...That sounds like a load of bullcrap...there's no way eating like a pig makes you strong!"

"No, no! It's true! Lots and lots of yummy food gets me all primed up for battle! At least, that's what I believe."

"You just said it's true and then you claim it's really an opinion of yours and nothing else? You contradicted yourself!" Kensei was starting to get really annoyed with this girl, yet again.

"Shows what you know, you scary old meanie," Mashiro blew a raspberry at her former captain, "How else would my mask still be on even now?"

"Uh...Mashiro?"

"What? Wanna apologize for trying to act like a know-it-all?"

"You haven't used your mask at all this entire time."

"Eh?" Mashiro slowly brought a hand to her face, and realized she was mask-less. She looked like she had just witnessed a train wreck before her very eyes. "Why...why isn't it here? I...I...I summoned up my mask, didn't I?"

"I wasn't paying attention to your fight; I was too busy trying to watch out for my own ass." Kensei shrugged.

"Oh, maybe I was so caught up in all the fun that I forgot it! Don't ya think so, Kensei?"

"Maybe..."

"Let me try it again!" Mashiro pressed her palm to her face and focused her inner hybrid energy to materialize her hollow mask into existence. A minute passed, then another, then another, and after four minutes Mashiro lowered her hand. Her mask did not appear.

Kensei blinked. "That's..." he paused, "Uh, it's really odd..."

Suddenly, tears began to swell up in Mashiro's wide eyes, which only heightened her cuteness. "K-Kensei...what's wrong with me? Does my mask...does my mask hate meeeeee? Have I been abusing it, Kensei?"

"Stop it with the baby-talk, for one thing! I dunno what's going on here, but I think...I think we should take you back to the base and have the others look this over. Maybe Hachi knows something, too."

"Or maybe..." Mashiro spoke slowly and softly as an idea dawned upon her, "I have to eat more food! Lots and lots of food! I need to refuel my inner energies or whatnot! Sugoi!"

"Don't be so stupid!"

"What? You don't think it'll work?" Mashiro pouted, her plump lips quivering.

"I highly doubt it. You didn't even seem to sure about your mask's energy being connected to what you eat either..."

"Well, it won't hurt to try, don't you think, Big Ol' Kensei Dummy-Dums! I'm feeling a bit peckish anyway! Fetch me a trash bag filled with cheese-covered bonbons and make it snappy!"

"I ain't your maid, nor am I going to cater to your weird tastes in food; I always thought you were lactose-intolerant! I don't want you trying any more stunts; we gotta go and tell the others about this! Alot of your strength relies upon your mask, after all!"

"I'll...I'll do whatever I want!" And with that, Mashiro took to the skies and stormed away before Kensei could stop her. Even without of the mask's significant power and speed increase, she was still much faster than he was. It would be a huge hassle to chase after her right now; he had to go and inform the other Vizards of what had happened. There had to be a logical explanation as to why Mashiro couldn't summon her mask, when she was the only one capable of wearing it for 15 hours straight.

'I wonder what could have happened to her...something she doesn't even realize herself!'

It did not take long before Mashiro quickly realized she had no idea where she was going to get food in the first place. She momentarily considered returning to Kensei, but then she remembered how mean he was to her, and she shrugged off the idea. She couldn't buy any food, since she existed on another plane of existence separate from living humans AND she had no money. She couldn't steal food, since her parents always told her to never take from others without asking. She certainly didn't have the drive to work for her food, either. So what was she to do, with her own power and her Hollow mask on the line?

"Oh, Mr. Uraharaaaaaaa...!"

Kisuke Urahara was placing some old boxes outside of his shop when he heard the young girl's voice call out to him from afar. Quickly putting on his usual light-hearted facade, Urahara let out a chuckle as Mashiro landed in front of him on nimble toes.

"Ho ho, if it isn't one of the Vizards," Urahara exclaimed with false delight, "I-I haven't seen you g-guys in a while...is something the matter?"

"My mask won't appear, Mr. Urahara! It's no good!" Mashiro performed a visual example by running her hand over face with nothing happening. Urahara winced.

"Your time limit is 15 hours, correct? Are you sure you didn't use it at all the day before?"

"Mr. Urahara, I need to replenish my energy with lots and lots of food! Give me everything in your fridge, stat!" Mashiro saluted.

"Food? That's a rather odd request, don't you think? And what's this about replenishing your energy?" asked Urahara. As he spoke, Tensei, Jinta and Ururu stepped outside of the little store to see what the commotion was.

"If I eat lots and lots of food, I'll be able to use my mask again and be all cool and stuff like a superhero! The more delicious the better!"

"Hmm...so you say that the nutrients and calories you obtain from your meals are transferred into your mask energy, which allows it to last for as long as it does?" Urahara really didn't believe it, but he saw no harm in just humoring the young woman for now.

Mashiro grinned. "Yup yup! That's what it is! I need delicious calories, not food! Don't you have some medicine ball or something cool and freaky that can fill me up with calories? Thousands and thousands of them! I'll be the strongest girl in the world after that!"

"No, I don't have anything like that on my disposal, nor does anyone else. An item that gives the body thousands of calories at once would be a completely useless creation in all aspects; it would most likely just make you swell up with fat-"

"I have a super-badass metabolism; I can take it all in without gaining a single pound!" Mashiro struck a pose, feeling quite pleased with herself. "I need you to make it for me and quickly, Mr. Urahara! I don't know how much longer I can last without my darling little mask! I'll get Kensei to pay for it later, I swear!"

While he knew that this plan of Mashiro's would most likely end in failure, Urahara couldn't help but feel a bit intrigued. Even though it had been over a 100 years since he was the head of the Shinigami Research Institute, he still enjoyed nothing more but being able to test out various experiments, and he had never examined whether or not an increase of adipose effected a shinigami the same way as a living person. Plus, he was going to get paid too. "Very well, since you seem so demanding about it...I shall see what I can do," he bowed courteously.

Mashiro pumped her fists in the air. "Woo-hoo! You're the best, Mr. Urahara!"

"Kisuke," Tessai warned, "You have that twinkle in your eye again...you better not be planning something sneaky,"

Urahara smirked, his eyes hidden underneath the wide rim of his hat. "Oh ho, you know I can't help it! It's just who I am. Besides, she's begging for it; why not let the girl have what she wants?"

"Hmph...you're a generous one, alright..."

"Of course I am."

Suddenly, Mashiro darted past the two men and disappeared into the store. "While you're busy, I'll help myself to all of your food so I can get even stronger beforehand!" she called back to them.

"W-Wait a minute, you! That's our stuff! Don't go and stuff your face like that!" Jinta cried, chasing after her. Ururu followed close behind with a solemn expression.

"Hmm...I just hope I didn't agree to something that I'll end up regretting..." Urahara and Tessai felt an odd sort of dread begin to loom heavily over their heads as they walked back inside.

"I hope we don't either."

"In any case, Tessai, let us go...TO THE BATCAVE!"

"...You said you'd never call it that again..."

"I have a bad memory."

Jinta and Ururu stared on in speechless wonder as the Vizard girl devoured bowl after bowl of deep-fried rice drenched in soy sauce and topped by several slices of cold sushi. A tower twenty-bowls high loomed over her, dangerously close to toppling over at this point. As expected, all of this eating had its effects: Mashiro's flat stomach had now developed outwards into a small curve, filled to the brim with food and hard to the touch. They had never witnessed someone eat so much since Yoruichi after injuring herself against one of the arrancar. Mashiro placed the now-empty bowl off to the side, leaned back and let out a petite belch to show her satisfaction. She imagined Kensei having a nervous breakdown without her around to make life more interesting, and it made her giggle with sadistic glee.

"Mmm, that was good! Do you have any more?" the girl asked hopefully.

Jinta shook his head. "You ate at least a month's worth of rice and raw fish in less than a few hours."

"Oh, no way! That's no good! I feel so full, but I still gotta eat more or I can't use all my power!" Mashiro cried, rubbing her the distended bulge of her stomach in gentle, circular motions. It ached alot but at the same time it felt so good. "Buy me more to eat!"

"Like hell I will."

"I need to eat more food, I said! Look!" Mashiro tried to materialize her mask over her face but failed, "See? I still can't even make an itty-bitty bit of it appear yet! Don't you want to help me?"

"Not really."

"Ohhhh, when will Mr. Urahara be done in his little workshop already?"

"You're really, really annoying..."

Suddenly, almost as if on cue, a rather disheveled Urahara stumbled into the kitchen with a tiny white sphere held in his right hand. It looked similar to the infamous Hogyoku he once created, except aside from its color it also had the word 'CALORIE GET!' written on it in Japanese characters. Tessai was nowhere to be seen at the time, although he was most likely busy cleaning up the mess Urahara had left behind.

"Here...here it is...it'll give you all the calories you need and more..." Urahara huffed, shoving the orb into Mashiro's open palms.

Mashiro looked the odd ball over with a quizzical expression. "...Is it a suppository?"

"N-NO! YOU JUST SWALLOW IT!"

"Okie-dokie!" Mashiro opened her mouth wide and tossed the little ball in, and then swallowed it whole. For a brief moment, nothing happened. Then, without a hint of warning, the lime-haired girl's overstuffed stomach began to swell even further outwards. Her tummy lost its hardness and became soft and doughy to the touch. Everyone present, Mashiro included, watched in a mixture of amazement and horror as her belly grew and grew, causing the fabric of her jumpsuit to creak loudly as it came close to tearing apart. Once it had reached about a foot in front of her, the gigantic gut started to develop into flabby rolls.

"H-Hey! I'm...I'm getting fat! This isn't what I wanted!" Mashiro screeched, making a futile attempt to push her expanding middle back in.

"That's what calories do to you, without all of the other necessary vitamins and nutrients you get from food," Urahara remarked.

"What? Really? I didn't know that! Make it stop, Mr. Urahara! Please!"

"Sigh...I figured...I better go and make the antidote, then...I really need to stop doing favors for everyone I know," Urahara shook his head as he walked out of the room, leaving Jinta and Ururu to attend to the fattening female. He wanted them to relay everything that happened to the girl afterward.

Mashiro's stomach rested itself onto the table and spread out over the wooden furniture like a blanket of flesh. Even though he didn't know much about fashion, Jinta had to admit that the person responsible for making such a durable jumpsuit deserved some props, as it was still somehow hanging on. The five-rolled belly was currently four feet long and five feet wide in diameter. She had a spare tire even bigger than an actual tire. Mashiro groaned, wondering just how big she'd get before it stopped. Suddenly, just as her monstrously-sized paunch had started to seep over the edges of the table, she felt a strange tingling begin to fill her entire body. Her jumpsuit was finally starting to rip apart by this point.

"Oh...oh no!"

First, her face puffed up like a balloon, her cheeks bloating and her chin doubling, then tripling. Her poor neck was left virtually invisible underneath the sagging fat of her face. Her arms then inflated and swelled up and out, and her chunky, sausage-like fingers could barely wiggle around. Her waist was as wide as her stomach was. Her legs went from slightly plump to full out thunder-thighs, the jiggling sensations that ran up and down her pale blubbery hips tearing holes in her jumpsuit. The only upside in this tremendous gain for the poor woman was that her flat chest had been replaced with a nice pair of floppy, juicy double-P-cup tits that sagged on top of her tummy.

The table underneath her stomach finally broke from her increasing weight, but Mashiro didn't even feel the table leg that dug into her underbelly. Even before her gain, Mashiro had always been a bit of fat-bottom girl whether she wanted to admit it or not. Now, as calories upon calories stored themselves within her ass cheeks, making them surge in all directions behind her, it wasn't something she could even try to deny anymore.

Her succulent bum exploded out of the agonizing restraints of her jumpsuit remarkably quickly. The two corpulent spheres that made up Mashiro's ass were suddenly covered in dimples as they filled with pudge like the rest of her figure was. They grew from basketball-size to beachball-size in nothing less but the blink of an eye. Her ass stuck out behind her like a spare shelf, although it could be compared more to an entire counter. Mashiro's hefty stomach eventually stopped swelling soon, but her ass did not. Unable to handle viewing this spectacle anymore, Jinta screamed in horror before running away. Ururu remained behind and sat in the corner, watching without interest. Thanks to the wonders of science, Mashiro had gained over 400 pounds and still counting in under a few minutes; she was pinned to the floor by her own heaviness.

"This...is...awful!" Mashiro grunted through fattened flips, her voice noticeably deeper, "If I can't change back...Kensei will laugh...at me...and where...is my...mask?"

Another rippling wave spread across the vast expanse of her body, and then she started to grow yet again in every direction. Mashiro tried to cry out, but her words were muffled as her fifth chin jutted out. A sixth and seven roll on her stomach formed, and her butt was too big to even properly describe.

Despite becoming so unbelievably fat, Mashiro still couldn't unleash the power of her Hollow Mask for some odd reason...she just prayed Urahara would finish making the antidote soon so she could regain her mobility...

Meanwhile...

"Huh? Mashiro can't use her mask, you say?"

Kensei nodded to a puzzled Hirako Shinji, who in turn looked over at the other Vizards. While Lisa, Hiyori and Hachi looked concerned, Rose and Love seemed to be wearing sheepish grins on their faces.

"Uh...actually...we can explain about what happened," Rose admitted. He nodded to Love to let him speak.

"Yeah, you see, Mashiro somehow found my secret stash of sake I bought from town," explained Love, "And she got really drunk and was running around with her mask on all last night even though she was using it for training earlier too, so that exceeded the whole 15 hour limit she had. The reason she can't use it today is mainly because she had only run out of time recently. Mashiro doesn't seem to remember anything about getting drunk so she had no idea herself. We didn't tell you since...well, we knew you'd be pissed off at us."

"Damn right I am! I'm also pissed at her for being so naive!" Kensei snapped back.

Shinji sighed, shaking his head. "I guess we should go and look for Mashiro, then..."

"Hmph, that idiot is old enough to get back home herself; once she's realized the truth, she'll come back on her accord." Kensei stated.

"Eh, whatever. It's your and Mashiro's turn to clean the dishes anyway tonight, so you can do it by your own then."

"Dammit!"

"Look, we'll go and find that annoying girl for ya," Hiyori stated, pointing to herself and Lisa, "It shouldn't take too long. She's a bit on the stupid side, so her mind isn't hard to figure out."

"Alright...thanks."