Broken Mold
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The place reminded Kagome of a cheap hotel room after it had been covered in Lysol to hide the misguided actions of a previous occupant, and then covered in cheaper air freshener to cover up the Lysol. Unmarked creates brimming with generic herbs cluttered the floor. Where there was space, thickly painted runes could be seen. Inui said they warded deviant spirits.
The smell, however, did not bother Sango, who had been careful to sidestep her way through the door. She had instead been instinctively drawn to the astonishing amount of food placed almost centerfold in the room, then to the very shirtless hanyou sitting where the swirling markings seemed to congregate. Her stomach rumbled enviously.
"Ah, you're back," Inui said. She sprinkled a ground green substance around Inuyasha. Miroku, who the girls had found in the room upon their return, eyed the preparations curiously.
"Inuyasha here has graciously volunteered to partake in the Abdication ritual," she continued. Miroku did not recognize the soggy substance she splashed at Inuyasha, nor its spiritual value.
"The 'Abdication ritual'?" Kagome asked, still trying to suppress the blood flow to her cheeks through every fiber of her being. Come on, Kagome. Now's not the time to swoon –er, stare– at Inuyasha.
The mystic explained, "In order for my magic to work, we must first present a clear depiction of the vice we wish to dispel."
Inuyasha scoffed. "I was hungry anyway," he said. His massive gut gurgled in agreement.
Kagome couldn't help but stare. Or, maybe, swoon. Certainly the fatter of the two men (and, arguably, women), the half-naked hanyou shouldn't be called even remotely attractive. The jelly beneath his chin matched the jell-o around his waist – it drooped and bulged and sagged over anything worn lower than it. The muscles she had once found unbelievably alluring had long since disappeared beneath an incalculable morass of ramen and chocolate.
Yet she found this fascinating. As Inui picked up the first morsel from the cache – a rice ball from a plate of onigiri-, and brought it to Inuyasha's mouth, Kagome couldn't help but think, Eat up, fattie.
With every rice ball he inhaled, Kagome found herself getting more and more excited. When the onigiri ran out, and Inui gave the demon's gut a pat of praise, Kagome stopped sucking hers in and let it spill over her tight skirt. So much more accessible, she remembered thinking. Lets see him get Kikyou now.
The mystic was practically pouring noodles down his throat. Inuyasha gurgled in half-hearted protest. Fifty more pounds, Kagome thought, and you wouldn't care if I added a few more, would you? A fatass like you wouldn't want to be alone all his life, so you wouldn't mind if I overindulged a little? I don't mind when you do it…
Great priestess Kikyou may be the only woman worthy of Great demon Inuyasha, but Obese hanyou Inuyasha? Kagome could have that. Great demon Inuyasha may stand proud on some inaccessible pedestal, reachable only by some perfect idol, but Obese hanyou Inuyasha? Kagome could tear him down by his jellyrolls and have him for hers. She was worthy of a fat Inuyasha. And should he gain a few more rolls, couldn't she gain a few as well?
She liked the idea.
She blinked. Half the food pile was gone. She'd zoned out.
Inuyasha's face was smeared with food residue, from broth to rice speckles to even a little chocolate. Inui held to his face a slice of pork, and demanded he eat.
"Listen, wench, I'm stuffed! Have Miroku eat it!"
"If you don't finish all this off, my ritual will fail! Do you want it to fail!"
"I don't want to explode!" he roared, slapping the piece out of her hand.
"I can't deal with this," she hissed, standing up. "If you people don't want my help, then leave. Otherwise, respect my wishes!"
"Wait- wait," said Kagome the diplomat. She moved and sat down in front of Inuyasha. "Could you keep eating, for me?" she asked, waving another splice of barbequed pork in front of him.
The demon's eyes drifted downwards to the overhang around Kagome's waist, and the thick thighs revealed by her skirt, and let out a belch. For a chance to finally get rid of it all, he'd do it. He snatched the food from her hand and shoved it into his mouth, saying with his mouth full, "Yeah, okay. For you."
A thin Kagome meant no more problems. A thin Kagome meant no more problems. A thin Kagome…
The smaller girl moved into Inuyasha and embraced him in a hug. He didn't know how to react, other than to avoid touching what looked like backfat. "Thanks so much, Inuyasha," she squealed, letting go and standing up. Inui moved back and picked up the next morsel.
"Uh," Inuyasha started gruffly, "do you think Kagome could feed me?" he asked, avoiding eye contact.
"Nani?" Kagome squeaked, taken aback. Inui, on the other hand, shrugged.
"I don't see why not."
"I… guess I could," she said. "But why would you want me to?"
"Does it matter?" he snarled, persona shifting radically, defensively. "If I'm going to go through all this, then I should be able to go through it how I want!"
"Okay, geeze!" Kagome exclaimed, plopping back down between Inuyasha and the many entrées. "Get ready to get stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey."
He grinned. "Glad to see you lead by exa-mmph!"
Kagome quickly grabbed another handful of cake and gave him a glare that dripped with acid. "Want more?" she asked holding it threateningly as he struggled to swallow. "I thought so," she said, jamming the next handful into his mouth. "What was that you were saying, Inuyasha?"
"Ymph fnt!" he cried, trying to back away from her. A large crate blocked him from behind.
Kagome slapped his massive gut, cake frosting splattering across it. "You look like you've still got room. Why not try to make this as painless as possible?" she growled.
Managing to swallow the last of the food, he cried, "I want Inui back!"
"You're not getting her back, fatass," Kagome said matter-of-factly. She wiped the rest of the cake scum onto Inuyasha's pants. "I'm not in the mood today for your insults."'
"Well, I'm not in the mood for getting force-fed cake by a cow!"
Miroku sweatdropped as he watched Kagome cram what resembled a very non-medieval cinnabon into Inuyasha's face. Why did he find himself wishing he were in that position? His stomach growled jealously. Oh, yeah…
"He had to open his mouth," Miroku sighed.
"He's not the smartest person on the planet," Sango agreed.
"At least he had the foresight to volunteer for this."
"I'm jealous…"
Miroku eyed the demon's colossal gut, which had distended significantly since the beginning of the ritual. Something worried him about the distention, but he couldn't quite place it….
SNAP
The waistband of Inuyasha's pants split at the sides. Kagome reeled back a little when she heard it, dropping the latest pastry. "Ohmygod, what was that?"
Inuyasha groaned in response, his stubby hands falling to his sides. "That was fire rat armor," he moaned. "I'm never going to replace it!"
"Are you okay?" Kagome whispered, her hands falling down to his stomach in genuine concern. "Do you need to stop? Your stomach's so taut."
"I'm fine," he objected, though he didn't make any effort to remove Kagome's hands. Gently pressed, they felt cold against his skin. "I said I'd finish this for you, so I'm going to finish this for you."
"But Inuyasha…"
"Damn it, woman, feed me. Just go a little slower this time."
Kagome moved to grab the last servings, and was shocked to find what was left were bowls of… ramen?
"You didn't think I bought this food, did you?" Inui asked skeptically. "I conjured it. This is what the spirits decided you'd like."
Kagome held the first bowl under Inuyasha's grimy mouth, moving her chopsticks gingerly to his lips. He seemed to lean back further to make room for his stomach, so she had leaned forward over it.
She enjoyed the sensation. He was hers. He needed her. She was more than just a shard detector.
She didn't mind that her tummy bulged tight against her blouse, or that her skirt was still snug against her hips. She didn't mind, she thought, because she was the thinnest among them.
Miroku winced as Inuyasha struggled to finish off the last bowl. He didn't envy his position anymore. In fact, he felt fatter just watching, and subconsciously tried to suck in his own bulbous gut. To his right, Sango seemed to be doing the same thing, though neither of them managed to do it very effectively.
"Just a few more bites," Kagome whispered. "You're almost there…"
Done.
Inui smiled in appreciation, standing behind Kagome and placing her hands on her shoulders. "I'm surprised you got him to eat it all," she said. "He looks utterly incapacitated."
Kagome nodded, her hands massaging his belly. He had laid back and seemed to have lost contact with the outside world. "I think he's really in pain."
"Most demons don't have a nausea reflex," the mystic explained. "They have an unparalleled resistance to things like disease and poison. It's probably what helped him hold it all in."
"That's terrible. What if his stomach bursts open from all the food?"
Inui shrugged. "I was hoping for something like that."
"You were-"
A sudden backhand cut Kagome off and she skid a few feet away.
The other two humans shot to their feet. Or, rather, tried to. Miroku stood before Sango, who was still trying to roll herself forward.
Inuyasha hadn't opened his eyes.
"It's like my job's already done for me," she laughed, strolling up to the man easily three times her width. He held his bo staff threateningly. "Oh, please," she had said.
The monk lurched forward, his own momentum slowing his assault. She saw it coming and evaded, smirking as Miroku fell down face-first.
As Kagome tried to push herself up, she felt her neck pop. Ung…
Sango, finally righted, drew her blade. It pointed forward at an unnatural slant as she tried to correct her form to make room for her engorged chest. Grasping the katana in front of her, her forearms sunk into malleable belly flesh. Shifting forward to swing, meaty thighs jiggled with her steps, wide hips swayed unevenly with her stance.
Her blade rose and she slashed downward, missing as the woman sidestepped, gliding out of reach on resentfully thin legs.
Miroku was pushing himself up; Inui delivered an axe-kick to the small of his back. He was down.
She's strong, Sango realized. She could appreciate that much. She moved forward and tried her luck again, hacking diagonally. She couldn't hit.
"Stupid girl," the woman said. "You're too slow. I had expected better."
Was it true? The sword already felt heavy in her gelatinous arms. Were her swings that sluggish? She needed an edge.
She regretted it, but she needed an edge.
Her hands dropped and deftly undid the sash around her waist. The front of her yukata fell open, revealing the familiar ebony shine of her exterminator garb. There was a lot more of it than usual, and it showed without even the shadow of a doubt that there was a lot more of Sango. Her robe fell by the wayside.
"That poor outfit."
Sango desperately wanted to avoid the others seeing her. There was nothing like a skintight leotard to reveal those unwanted curves – particularly the ones pointing towards Inui.
Sango's grip tightened on the hilt, and she swung again, and again. "Why – won't – you – gasp - stop – moving!"
"It's entertaining," she spat, ducking to avoid a high-flying blade. "Fatties like you need to know their place in the world: the kitchen!"
Her point was emphasized by a hard jab to the stomach. Shockwaves rippled through Sango, visibly, and she fell backwards onto a natural cushion.
"I think there's still some cake in the back. Would you fight harder with that to look forward to?"
Sango rolled unevenly away as the woman's heel came smashing down in the form of another axe-kick. The Inui laughed, striding casually over to where the girl lay.
Face red and chest heaving, she looked up at the woman whose midsection didn't include her midnight snacks of the last two months, whose tits didn't include that extra box of brownies every day for the last few weeks, and whose ass didn't make her factor in how many donuts she ate the previous night when trying to jam herself into that offensively well-fitting skirt.
"Guess you just aren't a match for me, wide load," Inui mused.
Sango tried to sit up, but the woman's foot met her chest, and the result was unbearable. Her head cracked back down against the wood flooring, but she wasn't out.
It was at that point that Inuyasha made an appearance, in the form of a knuckle-punch to the back of the head. It hardly dented.
Attention off Sango for a moment, Inui turned to Inuyasha. She couldn't possibly be human! But why couldn't he smell a demon scent?
Before he could contemplate further, she had returned the favor, and his massive arms moved lethargically to block. She threw a second, then a third, and each time Inuyasha had only just enough to block, never to counter.
He'd gotten slower.
"Listen, tubby," she said sardonically, "If you give up now, I'll make it a lot less painful on your bitch over there."
She dropped down for a corkscrew, and Inuyasha took his chance: jumping over the sweep, he delivered a foot to the face. It went fine until he landed on one leg, which proceeded to snap the corresponding floorboard. Oh, shit…
Suddenly a foot shorter and temporarily immobile, he didn't get much time to think before the side of his head met with the brunt of a hard roundhouse kick. It was instantly followed by what must have been a concealed dagger, as a deep laceration appeared on his cheek.
"Die!"
The length of Sango's blade lodged itself into the back of Inui. It did not penetrate deeply.
"I'll let that one go," she said as Sango tried to free her katana. The thinner woman spun around before she was able to, and slapped her across the face for sport, then kicked her across the room for measure. She tore the sword from her back. "Just what I needed," she mused.
Inuyasha had managed to free himself and leapt out of her newly extended range. He drew Tetsusaiga, and the blade flashed an irradiant white as he sneered, "You made a huge mistake."
Of course, then it fully transformed and he found himself falling forward with its extreme weight.
"Umph! What!"
Inui spun the blade in her hand with the finesse of a master. It was as if she no longer carried the wound inflicted. "Mistake? You can't even lift your sword."
She strolled casually towards him, enjoying the spectacle of him trying to lift Tetsusaiga from the ground. He couldn't do it. His stomach groaned dangerously.
"Don't pull something," she warned. "You've just had a very large meal."
"Quiet, wench!" he snarled. He released the hilt, and the sword reverted. "I'll kill you without it!"
He flung himself forward, and she was careful not to let herself get caught under his bulk. Ducking out of the way, she made to sure give him a hard lash across the back as he stumbled past her.
Groaning, Kagome built up the courage to sit up again. She let her neck pop as she watched Inuyasha and Sango go at it fruitlessly. If Inuyasha's hand-to-hand skills had suffered greatly, Sango could hardly find her balance to deliver a kick.
Kagome worried for their safety, yet at the same time guiltily enjoyed the feeling of superiority it entailed. They'd need her help.
Sango labored to deliver what she hoped to be an effective palm-heel. When it collided, the only thing that budged was the doughy arc of her upper arm, which thundered viciously. She grunted as she jumped back out of the way of her own blade, her entire flabby body hiccupping against the exterminator gi.
From behind, Inuyasha's arms engrossed the woman and he tried to restrain her by seizing her against him. His own arms shuddered dangerously as she tried to pry his hold. "Bitch, will you… stay still so I can kill you?"
"Let go of me!"
His arms tired and released, much to his chagrin.
The second his grip broke she shot forward towards Sango. Unable to react, the katana's blade hit its mark, gashing into the soft flesh of her side. Sango screamed.
Kagome's eyes widened. That was a lot of a blood.
Sango clutched her side, falling back against the nearest wall. Inuyasha took over.
He intertwined his hands and slammed the woman – demon? – square in the back. She staggered.
"I'll save you for later, fat tits," she sneered, spinning around to face Inuyasha.
"Yeah? Okay. Let's do this."
There was a sudden flash of light and the hanyou shielded his eyes. Blinking away the spots, he saw a very dead Inui, head pegged to the wall by a pulsating arrow. It had gone in one ear and out the other.
"Wh-" he said dumbly. "What…"
There was silence.
"SHE WAS MINE!" he shrieked, whirling to face Kagome, who, several meters away, held her trademark bow. "Don't interfere with my fights!"
"What? You should be thanking me! She would have slaughtered you!"
"Yeah, right!"
"Uh… guys?"
Kagome looked down at Miroku, who managed only to stare at her feet. "At the risk of sounding needy, my back really hurts."
"Can you feel your legs?" Inuyasha asked.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Then you're fine," he stated.
"I found the gauss!"
"It's really okay, Kagome. It's not as bad as it looks!" Sango said, hands still covering the laceration.
"No, you need to have it treated," she declared. "The bleeding hasn't even stopped."
"But…"
Oh. Kagome looked at the two men – Inuyasha, who was stoically trying to ignore the blood spurting from his back, and Miroku, who had been rolled over onto his back – "Do you two mind?"
"But my back! I'm not supposed to be moved!"
"Out!" she shouted, pointing to the door.
"Suck it up, houshi," Inuyasha grumbled, nudging Miroku's side.
He groaned audibly and sat up, then stood up with the help of a knee. "If I die a cripple, I'm blaming you two," he said, walking out of the room. Inuyasha followed.
Kagome reached to unhook the front of the exterminator gi, but Sango stopped her. "Wait," she said, blushing.
"You know I have to remove your top to treat your wound."
"Yeah, I know…" she whispered, looking away. She said: "I'm not sure if you've noticed or not, but when you take off my top, I think I may have gained some weight."
Kagome tried to keep a straight face. "You think?"
"I know! I didn't really notice either, I mean look at me," she said, hands releasing her wound to cup her massive chest. "But I think my figure might have started storing weight elsewhere."
Like those mammoth thighs, Kagome thought. "It's not important. I need to bandage you," she said, unclasping the front of the gi. She was a bit taken aback by Sango's lack of a bra as her breasts spilled out of the gap.
Her arms had been packed into the sleeves like sausage. Kagome tugged hard to get them off. She let the suit's top fall around Sango's waist, finally revealing the wound – and her roly-poly stomach. Look at that spare tire…
The gash on her side was still bleeding, however it had slowed significantly. Kagome moved to first apply the gauss pad. Her hands sunk into the huntress's soft stomach flesh.
"Sit up," she said. As she wrapped girl's waist with bandage, Kagome mentioned neutrally, "It seems like there's more to this garb than usual."
"Well, I had it let out…"
"Oh."
"…several times," Sango mumbled.
"And that didn't maybe tell you that you were gaining weight?" Kagome asked.
"No, not really. Maybe a little…" Sango trailed off. She moaned, "I've really gotten fat, haven't I?"
"A little."
As the roll of bandage tapered off at the end, Kagome knew it was the first time she'd wasted an entire roll on the exterminator's middle. She'd tended to the aftermath of enough fights to know that Sango had never needed more than half of one; now Kagome reached for a second.
"You think she was kidding when she said there was still some food around here? I heard her say something about cake-" Sango stopped herself. "Oh, Kami, what am I saying? I shouldn't be stuffing myself! With this fat body, I could hardly fight!"
Sango felt so soft. It made Kagome feel firm. Next to Sango and her floppy tits, she must look like a supermodel! The fatter girl's entire body seemed slack; if she tried to flex, Kagome suspected all she'd do is jiggle.
Kagome found self-confidence beside Sango now. Was that wrong?
"Don't be ridiculous! I thought you did a great job! We won, didn't we?" Kagome prattled. "You've got nothing to worry about!"
"I'm not so sure about that. My arms got awfully tired…"
"Now you're just making things up," Kagome assured her, slapping the girl's thigh. It shook terribly. "A little cake never hurt anyone! Heck," she said, severing the bandage at its end and tying it, 'we're done here. I'll even have some with you."
"But what about your diet?"
"Forget about it!"
You just keep eating.