Broken Mold

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"Are we almost there?" Miroku rasped, stumbling along behind Sango. Several yards ahead of them, Kagome stood at the crest of what she claimed to be the "last hill, I swear!"

"Shut up and walk," Sango moaned, removing two wandering hands that had found their way to her hips (though more for leverage than anything else). "And get off me. Climb your own damn hill!"

Inuyasha was the second to reach the top. "Glad to see you can be right once in a while," he sneered.

As Sango and Miroku finally caught up, Inuyasha examined the village. It was, for the most part, a complete ghost town. For every shack still standing there were two more in ruin. Only the largest building, easily the size of the Higurashi shrine, showed any signs of life. Dark smoke rose from a fragmented hole in the roof. Decrepit and rotting, it did not appear to have held well against the elements.

"This looks suspicious."

"Whatever," Kagome said. "We'll just take a quick look around then leave."

"When has that ever stopped Naraku?"

"Yeah, okay. We're checking it out anyway."

Kagome grabbed the hanyou by the shirt –noting briefly how little extra fabric there was to grab– and started dragging him along down towards the buildings. Somewhere behind the string of obscenities rattling off, she heard the monk groan, "I thought we were going to rest!"

"Let go of me, wench!"

Kagome's grip tightened.

"I'm warning you!"

Kagome let go, and immediately spun around to look at the demon in the face. He took a step back. "We are going into that hut, no matter what you say. Inuyasha, you're an ass. But it turns out your mood is directly related to the size of yours, and I'll be damned if I'm putting up with your new attitude a second longer than I have to. If Kaede says this guy can help us all shed a few pounds, we're going to see if he can help us shed a few pounds!"

Inuyasha was fuming. He shot haughtily past her towards the hut.

"That's more like it," she said quietly, studying him as he stormed off ahead. She had to admit that, seeing the love handles that bulged against his haori, he seemed so much more accessible this way. After all, how much competition could a three hundred pound hanyou attract? He should be begging her for a relationship!

Inuyasha had disappeared inside the hut, and Sango was already catching up to her when she came back to her senses. She didn't remember quite what she had zoned out on. "Er, wait for me!"

Inside, old wood flooring creaked beneath the heavy footfalls of the hanyou. In the room ahead of him, a fire was crackling. In the room behind him, more floorboards groaned as Kagome entered. She called his name.

"Damn it, woman, get in here," he called back. There was someone in the next room; he could feel it.

"I don't sense anything evil," Kagome said as she approached the final room.

"Doesn't mean there isn't."

Inuyasha reached for the drape covering the door of the last room. Kagome's hand reached out and stopped him. "We should wait for Sango and Miroku," she said.

A voice called out: "Oh for fuck's sake, just come in here!"

The pair blinked.

"Yeah, okay," Inuyasha replied, pulling back the curtain and entering. Kagome followed him.

A young woman sat before a roaring fire, idly tossing colored sand into it. It crackled and popped as it hit the blaze. She suppressed a snicker when she saw the two of them.

"When I foresaw this meeting, I knew only that you would bring to me a big problem," she announced, "I just didn't expect it to be so literal." She laughed. "Come, sit down."

Floorboards cried out as Inuyasha plopped down on a nearby mat. Kagome blushed at the massive plumber's crack that he exhibited. Not wanting to make the same kind of mistake, Kagome carefully took a seat beside Inuyasha.

He glanced at her and down at the thick roll of belly fat that hung over her skirt as she sat. "Suck it in," he hissed, poking a stubby finger into her doughy middle. "I can't believe you can't take a little pride in the way you present yourself!"

Kagome's jaw dropped. She was speechless.

"Hey," he said, not giving a second thought to his last comment, "shouldn't Miroku and Sango be with us by now?"

Miroku chuckled softly at the scene before him. He said coyly: "I suppose you want me to help you out."

Sango stood in the doorframe of the elder's building. She had awkwardly positioned her hands in an attempt to push her self forward, but to no avail. Her jiggly arms tired quickly and her bulk stayed put. Miroku's smile broadened. She replied: "If you wouldn't mind."

She could hear from behind her the cracking of knuckles, then the very sudden pressure on her backside, accentuated by the familiar indentation of prayer beads on one engorged cheek. She tried not to think about how much cottage cheese there must be on her ass, or about how it must feel to the man she'd recently been entertaining very real feelings for. Instead, she chose to do what any girl would do in that situation; she closed her eyes, blushing solid crimson, and let her mind drift away to thoughts about chocolate.

Sadly, she couldn't stay in that state for long. "I'm sorry, Sango," Miroku said finally, reluctantly removing his hands from the girl. "You're not budging."

Miroku's hand twitched yearningly. There had been remarkably little cottage cheese.

"Ohh, I knew I shouldn't have snuck that candy out of Kagome's backpack last night. It went straight to my hips!" she cried.

"Well, it's only wood. I don't suppose it would be that hard to crack the frame for a little extra room," Miroku said, bending forward to examine the finer points of the frame, as well as the sides of the entrance.

The huntress moaned, "That's just what I want to do! We come here to see if this guy can help us lose weight, and instead we have to break down his front door!"

"I'm not sure if we can. This is very strong wood."

The monk sighed loudly and in an epic display of distraught histrionics slammed his hands back down on the demon hunter's shelved ass. "I am very sorry Miss Sango," he admonished, "but I do not have the tools to free you. We're just going to have to leave you here until your hips shrink naturally." He pat a massive globe sadly and did not watch as it rippled uncontrollably in response. "I, on the other hand, will go around and find a backdoor or perhaps a window through which to locate this great mystic and perhaps shrink my own hips much more efficiently." He paused for a second, feeling as if he was forgetting something. "Oh yes, and I'll ask if he can come over here and help you out as well."

Sango's eyes widened and she struggled to turn around to look at him, failing. "You're just going to leave me here like this! But what if someone finds me? I'll be defenseless! I'll-I'll be…"

"Embarrassed? It's a risk I'm willing to take. When I devoted my life to Buddha, I expected to follow in his footsteps, but certainly not in his culinary habits," the monk said. "I will see if I can lose this Buddha-belly, and you can wait here to see if you can as well. I will only be inside, and I'm sure I'll hear your screams should someone assail you.

"I do NOT have a Buddha-belly," she shrieked at the fading footsteps of the monk. "I do NOT! I'll get you back for this, houshi!" she screamed, still struggling to free herself from her confinement.

"Yes, you will," he called back. "But you will be significantly smaller when you're finally able to do so!"

"I'm going to kill you."

"Look at that, Kagome," Inuyasha said, gesturing to the mystic as she moved over to a pile of baskets, bending over to collect herbs that she mumbled were for rituals. Though she only wore a plain brown and white yukata, it clung tightly to her body, revealing as she bent over enviously tight ass and thin thighs. "Remember when you used to look like that?" he hissed, low enough to keep the other woman out of earshot. "Of course, that was months ago. You probably have other things on your mind, anyway. Like about how your clothes used to fit you."

"Well, that's what we've come to fix, now isn't it?" she snarled. "Besides, I've already caught you sneaking looks at me, so drop the façade."

"I look at a hippo in a zoo. It doesn't mean I like it."

"I know what you mean. I've had to look at a hippo all day, and it's been getting on my nerves!" She shot back.

"Can you two bicker some other time?" the woman asked. She had bound her long raven hair in a ponytail, and was now sitting in front of the fire again. "Your friend Sango needs help, anyway. You should go fetch her, Kagome."

Inuyasha's ears had perked up. "What do you mean by 'help'? If Sango is in danger, I'll escort Kagome."

"Oh, so now you're all chivalrous! What happened to 'Kagome, suck it in!'?"

"It's not that kind of help," the mystic assured. "Kagome won't need protection. It's just a little inconvenience had I failed to foresee. You can make yourself comfortable and wait."

The hanyou fell down on his side, propped up by an elbow, and let his gaze roll back to the fire, still crackling from the woman's herbs. "If you say so," he said dismissively.

"Yes, I say so. Now you go fetch your companions while I examine the demon," she said, the thinner woman pushing the thicker girl hurriedly out of the room.

"And don't worry about the door, it'll be fine!" she said, quickly shutting the divider behind Kagome. She turned to Inuyasha and smiled disarmingly. "My name's Inui, by the way," she said. "If you could just remove your shirt, I can examine you."

Kagome's face lit up bright red. "Sango…?"

"Yeah, hi," she muttered, trying to make eye contract with the girl. "I'm a little stuck. Miroku ditched me."

There was something to be said about the image that assaulted Kagome. Sango, put bluntly, looked every bit the bloated heroine. From the doorframe that sliced into her wide hips to the yukata that awkwardly hugged every obtuse curve of her body, she looked obese.

"He just left you here like this?" Kagome gaped. "Where'd he go!"

"He said he was going to find another way in… around me!" she burst out, tearing up. "I've wedged myself in here and even with Miroku pushing we couldn't get me out!"

The miko was still blushing. "There's only one place he could have been pushing to have any effect at all," she said.

"That's not a big deal!" Sango protested. "Just get over here and help me pull."

The younger girl moved closer, but after fumbling around Sango for a moment, she finally cried, "There's nowhere to get a grip!"

"What's that supposed to mean!"

"Unless you want me to grab a roll and pull, there's no way I'm going to be able to help get you unstuck. I should go back and get Inuyasha–"

"No! We're getting me through here before anyone else, – especially Inuyasha –

sees me!"

"Well, I don't see how we can do it," Kagome retorted. "Guess you're more untoned than you thought."

Sango moaned. "Okay, so I've gained a little weight," she ground out, glowering up at the ceiling. "What are we going to do about it?"

"I don't know," admitted Kagome.

Sango became desperate. Looking at Kagome, particularly

the small potbelly that pressed against her blouse, she couldn't help but think that Kagome was still out of shape. She hoped that she was wrong.

"I've got an idea. Give me your arms," Sango commanded, and when Kagome obliged, quickly interlocked them beneath her shoulders elbows to armpits. Kagome squirmed awkwardly as the girl's much larger bosom smashed against hers. "Okay. Now when I say go, hold onto me and use your legs to push against the wall. With both of us pushing, it's sure to work."

"If you say so," Kagome said. She desperately hoped Sango was right.

"Ready? Go!"

Sango instantly lost her balance. Had she not had thousands of pounds of wood holding her in place, she would have fallen over. Instead, she just found herself leaning forward at such an angle her face was entirely engulfed by Kagome's chest. Arms limp, all the older girl could bring herself to do was wonder stupidly to herself, when did Kagome get so full?

Still safely interlocked, Kagome could focus on more appropriate matters (aside from, she realized with some confusion, that Sango wasn't doing her part). Her doughy thighs and soft arms quivered from exhaustion, but were ceaselessly rejuvenated by the slippery sensation that, yes, Sango was getting through.

"Mmph-mph mm!"

"Almost there!"

At first, it was just a crack in the dam; inch by inch, Sango slid forward, until suddenly, accompanied by a high-pitched shriek from both parties, the Hoover broke and all of Sango came rushing through, right on top of Kagome. Whether or not Kagome had screamed from the fall or the pressure was still up in the air.

The miko winced and tried to roll the larger girl off her. She didn't budge. Sango mumbled something incoherent into her chest, and she responded: "You're crushing me!"

Sango's head shot up, and at once she saw the look of agony branded across her friend's face. A switch flickered, and time slowed down. A single thought resounded in Sango's head: she was doing it. She was crushing Kagome.

A flurry of sensations tore forward to greet her. The same moment she witnessed the pain in her best friend's eyes, she suddenly felt the throbbing soon-to-be bruises on her wobbly hips, and the piercing incision of her skirt's waistband on her burgeoned waistline, and her mammoth tits that spilled over eclipsing Kagome's own chubby waist. She felt her huge, sagging ass bound tight by her skirt, as well as the gelatinous second chin that rested on Kagome's perk breasts, even as Sango stared up at her face.

Then she felt her arms, buttery from months of binging and slack from months of inactivity, tremble from exertion when at the next moment she tried to lift herself from the schoolgirl.

She shoved herself over and onto her back, arms falling lifelessly, body spread as eagle as possible in the restrictive dress. She wasn't sure what she felt yet, but, head lolling back towards Kagome, seeing her writhe in pain, she knew it must be some mixture of horror and disgust.

Then at the snap of a finger, it all went away. Sango blinked back the tears that had welled up in her eyes and watched as Kagome sat up, eyes shaded by her bangs. I'm not that fat, Sango suddenly thought. She's all right; she was just overreacting!

Like that, Sango's butt deflated and firmed; her doughy gut receded back into a solid six-pack; her double chin erased itself from existence. Yes, she shakily assured herself, Kagome was just overreacting. She'd never be crushed by me. Look at her!

Kagome gently massaged her soar chest. It was odd seeing the girl's bosom project itself further than her belly, thought it wasn't too far behind. "We need to get back to Inuyasha," she said, standing up and offering a hand to Sango.

Oh look, the exterminator thought venomously, her thighs still touch…

"Yeah, okay. Let's go."