Satsuki hated acting weak. It was a plight on her character and who she was as a person, pretending to be an insignificant, fat pig. She limped into the hidden base, her eyes darting to every corner of the underground building. The walls reeked of chlorine and the steel didn't seem to have much longer lifespan. She would've commented on the poor interior space, but she would've been completely wrong as soon as the words left her mouth. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she was presented with a vast, brightly lit, wide open beach area, with sand beneath her blister-covered toes.
She was trained not to complain, but her weakened body made her really wish that she could, even if it would do nothing for her. They gave her a run down on what they were doing here "You young lady, we are the hidden colony of Nudist Beach! We fight against Honnouji Academy, who've laid waste to this beautiful city." Satsuki's eyebrow twitched, her mouth shifting as she held back a triumphant yell for her victory. Rather, she decided to spit some venom "So you lost to the academy then?" She asked with fake innocence lingering in her voice. The blue haired teacher didn't bother responding to her question.
She looked at her injury and nervously wondered out loud "Say, do you have a bathroom I can use? I need to shower off all this gunk and blood." Mikisugi nodded and pointed down the hall "One of our pristine members can show you the way. Afterwards, you'll have to put on one of our uniforms, since that's the only clothing we have here." Satsuki bowed to him and followed the naked man to the restrooms, looking around and spotting a telephone 'Perfect! I'll make a call after my shower, then change into their stupid looking garb.' She thought to herself deviously.
She went into the bathroom, walking into a completely white and sterile room "Well, at least they keep themselves clean." She muttered to herself, going over to a faucet as she took off the tattered clothes she'd found and started giving herself a much needed cleaning. There was no one to bother her, no one to try and ruin her plans (for the moment), and no mother to touch and caress her. A blessing all around if she was being completely honest, no responsibilities, no enemies, no hidden dangers. Just herself, and the relaxing water, drizzling over her obese body. "I'll enjoy this once it's all over." She told herself, a solemn vow to continue what she'd started all those years ago.
The soapy water rinsed off her body, falling down her body into the drain, leaving her cold and alone in the bathroom. She shook off her loneliness and grabbed a towel, drying herself off before using a second towel to try and clean her greasy hair. When she was changed, her once silky smooth hair had become prone to clumping up and accumulating grease. It was horrendous for someone who tried to keep herself as healthy and good looking as possible. Now she dealt with everything she might've made fun of, or even looked down upon; short stamina, weak body type, heavy breathing, untrustworthy eyesight, shaky hearing, and an unnatural need to eat. The last one especially threw her off, making her stomach churn and growl in anger, desperate for food.
She had been like this for almost a full day, and she could give a list a mile long, explaining how wrong her body was, and all the faults she now had to suffer due to her nonconsensual morphing. If all this was truly her mother's scheme, she would make her pay in one form or another. She was about to scream in anger when there was a loud banging on the door "You about done lady?" She composed herself "Y-Yes! I'm drying off now!" She ruffled her hair and folded the cloth on the bench, watching the door quickly open and then shut, leaving only the Nudist Beach uniform that she was told before.
She had only seen it from afar, but now that she had a closer look, she couldn't really hate it, not when she wore Junketsu without hesitation. All she could really say about it was that it was needlessly revealing; it served no purpose other than to show everyone your valuables; whether that be near your crotch, your butt, or chest. Though, it did feel like women had to show those all off in order to look good. A sentiment she disagreed with, but understood. She grabbed the top and stretched it over her chest, watching it cling to her oversized bust as she grabbed the second half of her uniform, pulling it up under her gut but over her turkey leg sized thighs. "Curse this stupid body!" She cried, nearly falling over on the wet floor.
Minutes passed before she was fully ready, walking out to meet the man that had led her here "You look good in that!" He announced loudly "We will meet in the main area in ten minutes!" Satsuki covered her ears "Got it. Can I use a phone? I want to check up on my-" "Of course!" He interrupted, "We have phone lines down that hall over there!" He pointed his finger like a bloodhound, direct and true. She followed his directions and looked at the phone. It looked old and relatively unused. She tested to see if it actually worked; a soft hissing on the other end- it did work! She quickly typed in the number in question, waiting for the other side to respond.
--At Honnouji Academy--
Ira Gamagori stood tall among the masses, his large arms folded over each other "Listen up everyone!" He yelled from a uniquely made pedestal; it was triangular in shape, with the classic golden star on the front of it, with railings placed around him as his kohai standing at the ready by his side. His booming voice carried itself across the crowd with the utmost ease and immediate authority, no microphone or voice modulator needed. "Tomorrow's a big day for us all!" He stated "The day of the Cultural and Sports Grand Festival! All No-Star Students and their parents are required to attend! And welcome Director Kiryuuin!" His men were quick to start handing out the required uniform.
"These are your ceremonial dress uniforms--and yes, they are required! At o' eight thirty you will conviene at the stadium entrance wearing your new uniforms! You will not be late, shirts will be tucked in! If there is so much as a hair out of place the penalty will be death! Are we clear?!" he screamed, expecting absolute obedience, and not an unruly family "Hold on a second!" Yelled a large man, surprising Gamagori as he and his disciples took a step back. He regained his confidence and faced the man "And who are you?" he demanded. "I happen to be Mako Mankanshoku's dad; Barazo Mankanshoku!" A slender woman then spoke up "And I'm his wife, Sukuyo!" Followed up with a small boy "And I'm his son Mataro!" Then a dog said "Guts, Guts!"
Ira admired the organization that they seemed to possess. "Nice, a family unit where even the dog introduces himself!" He paused for a moment. "Well, what do you want?" The father growled "Where the hell is my girl?" The one thing Ira didn't want to answer at the moment "The word on the street is that she got dropped to go serve on your raid trip! All the other students made it back already, but Mako and Ryuko never did! So why ain't they back yet?" Gamagori inhaled sharply "Matoi and Mankanshoku huh? They're considered rebels now." This was a surprise to the Mankanshoku family, who cried out in worry. "And since you're related to the traitors, your home is now confiscated and you're banished from Honno town!"
They started to panic, not wanting to leave their home. "But since the Cultural and Sports Grandfestival is tomorrow, I will grant you a special pardon. If you wish to atone for their crimes, you must participate in the ceremony! And when the time comes, you will toast the glory of Lady Kiryuuin! Otherwise no special pardon, is that clear?" The tone became serious as Barazo and the rest of the family tensed up "I just got two questions: one, are the girls alive?" Ira nodded his head "Good. Question two! Is the festival going to be catered?" This one threw Ira off "Y-Yes of course it will!" The mentioning of food made the Mankanshoku family sigh in giddy bliss.
The old man jumped down, pumping his fist "Very well then! I swear on the honor of the Mankanshoku's that we will atone for our daughters' crimes, by eating every scrap of food on our plates, licking them clean if we have to! You have my solemn word on that!" Ira groaned as his pocket buzzed; it was his only connection to the Elite Four! So it must've been important! Or, Nonon was going to try and prank call him. Again. He leaned down and placed the small device to his ear "Gamagori, it's me." L-Lady Satsuki! She was alive!" The large man practically pounced off his pedestal, running to a nearby corner to listen carefully "Miss Satsuki! You're alive! Where are you, we'll rescue you right-" "Hold on Gamagori." The man held his tongue. "I'll need you to bring this phone to the others. Now."
--At Nudist Beach--
Satsuki listened to what sounded like a Rhinoceros stampede, with people crying out for help, crushed food stations, and a man breathing so loudly that it sounded like a V12 38.8 Liter Engine! Until he finally settled down, with voices that she recognized and had missed: "Gamaroi, what's the matter with you, we're almost on!" Jakuzure yelped "It's Lady Satsuki!" He said "She's" "Satsuki, where?" Uzu looked around, not seeing their leader anywhere "Gamagori, what are you on about?" The man grumbled "Let me finish it's-" "Yeah Sanageyama, what makes you so special? Besides, if she was here, couldn't you just sense her?" The green-haired man snarled back "Well if you know her so well, why don't you tell me where she is?" The pinkette yelled back "If I knew, I wouldn't tell your dumbass!"
Then Houka got involved "What are you all yelling for? Don't you know Miss Kiryuuin needs us in a few minutes?" Satsuki wanted to throat punch all of them "Nonon admitted to knowing where Satsuki was!" Uzu lied through his teeth, delighted by fanning the chaos around them "That's not true! This bat here just won't admit that he forgot he couldn't see!" Now he was confused and Inumuta was confused "So then why are we talking about Satsuki?" Ira finally spoke up "Because she's on the-" "Why are we talking about Satsuki?" Nonon asked in a livid voice "We're asking cause we care for her, you emotionless twat!" Houka stared at her blankly "Look who's talking." Jakuzure was two seconds away from knocking his lights out, only for one voice to get over the verbal diarrhea "Enough!" Satsuki yelled, thankful that everyone else was away, undoubtedly planning to attack Honnouji "Ira got your attention because I'm trying to contact you!" Satsuki screamed in annoyance. Everyone stood still, frozen in place as they let her speak. "Now, I can explain what has happened to me later, now, we need to make quick revisions to my plan."
The room had a tension that could be cut with a knife "I'll be arriving late, so you should hold back from attacking my mother until after I arrive. I look different but you should be able to recognize me." Nonon nodded in agreement "Now, when I get there, I will distract my mother. That's when I'll need you, Gamagori, to use my blade to cut her down!" Ira gasped "What? But Miss Satsuki, your weapon is not here!" She sighed quietly "I know, it's currently in my possession at the moment. I will hand it to you when I arrive, then the plan will resume as normal, with her stuck to the Honnouji emblem like a witch awaiting her death!" Her determination was unshaking "I believe that Matoi and the Nudist Beach group will be there as well. Do not attack them, I think they will serve as a great way to keep my mother and Nui busy for a small while."
A small screen popped up by the group "Elite Four, what are you doing? The preparations haven't been finished yet!" Perfect, it was Shiro Iori! "Irori, it's me!" The scientist gasped and was a millisecond away from talking "No time to speak, we must act! Need you to tell Mitsuzou that I am safe, and that we are continuing the plan as scheduled. I repeat, we are continuing the plan as scheduled, I'll be at the school in less than half an hour!" The group understood completely "Also, to help you spot me, I'm going to be wearing those ridiculous Nudist Beach uniforms; they don't recognize me in my current state." Nonon anxiously gulped "J-Just what happened to you Satsuki?" The older woman didn't answer. "You have your orders. I'll see you then." They complied and Satsuki hung up the phone.
She sighed and started walking back to the open area, only to be met with Ryuko, pointing her blade at Kiryuuin, with Mikisuki standing beside her, and Kinagase pointing his needle gun at her body "I knew you looked familiar, you're Satsuki Kiryuuin in a fat suit!" She held her hands up. 'Drat, I should've checked for a tracker! I was a fool…' Ryuko walked up to her, staring at her large body "No, she would've ditched it after her shower. She was changed into this." Turns out the tomboy was far more perceptive then she let on. Satsuki only nodded, confirming Matoi's suspicion as Mankanshoku came out of nowhere "What! She's Satsuki Kiryuuin? No way!"
A heavenly light came out of nowhere, dawning upon the brunette as she started contorting her body in a myriad of ways "Satsuki is tall and thin, not short and pudgy! She looks like asparagus, not a rice bag!" Mako showed herself standing as thin as possible, before making gestures like she was a farmer. Then more circle based movements, emphasizing Satsuki's current size. This went on for who knows how long until she finally stopped. "I don't see why you couldn't make her be quiet during that ramble." Satsuki quipped. Matoi simply shrugged "She's like a Jukebox man, you gotta let the whole song play out. Plus, she was bashing you, so I have no qualms." Ryuko then pointed at Satsuki "Besides, from what we heard, you're after Ragyo too." An unexpected team up to be sure, but one that Satsuki had to endure. "Are you suggesting we join forces?" She asked, already knowing the answer.