[Weight Gain, Slob]

Equilibre. A city where everything hangs in the balance, thanks to the personified forces of both Light and Darkness waging an eternal war within. Citizens experience this battle on a daily basis as their heroes do their best to save them from everything that the enemy has to offer, even themselves from time to time.

“I can’t believe you’re dragging me out to eat. Why couldn’t we just order out?”

Unfortunately, not every single one of these heroes is equally enthused by their duty. Nor do they want to follow orders in the same manner.

“Because! The place gotta have good food, otherwise there wouldn’t be lots and lots of customers!”

Natura Couleur. The guardians of the city, and the ones that many of the citizens looked up to as a result. And while that respect was certainly earned, that didn’t mean that those five young girls were always serious. Far from it.

Take this moment in time. Where the white-clad Natura Blanc and her shorter green-clad friend, Natura Vert, happen to find themselves in the middle of a small argument.

The darker-skinned Blanc giggled a little as she ruffled the shorter girl’s hair. “Besides, you really need sunlight, Vert! You’re going to turn into an old crone if you stay in there any longer. That’s what Noir said, anyway.”

“You think she knows anything about that? She’s barely any smarter than you, Blanc!” The green shortie shouted at her teammate, the steam pouring out of her ears. She was… well, to say she was furious would be wrong. She was just pouty and upset like usual. Just a normal day in the life of the green genius serving as the brains of the heroic team.

Blanc shook her head a little. “Suuuure, Noir’s not too smart, buuut… That doesn’t mean she’s dumb either. Besides, there’s another reason I wanted you to come with me!” She chimed, as the two turned a corner.

Only for the green-clad Vert to yank herself and her friend back behind the corner once she saw what they were dealing with, sweat running down her head. “You can’t be serious.” She muttered, in wild disbelief over what she saw.

“What? It’s just a bunch of fatties, Vert, that’s not that bad.” The white-haired dark-skinned cutie said as she popped her head out from behind the corner, dragging her companion with her.

Indeed… There was a massive line of, well, fatties. And even then, that was a rather modest descriptor. The men and women that were lined up were all severely obese. It was a wonder they were all walking. Then again, considering the size of this strange restaurant… It could probably house a lot of them for quite a long time, even if they started to grow.

“You didn’t just drag me here for food. You dragged me here so we could find out what’s wrong with them.” Vert said, before carefully yet frustratedly grinding her cheek against the wall. “I hate how you’re cleverer than you look, Blanc.”

Blanc giggled, knowing that the shorter girl wasn’t too serious. “Well, that, and I do kinda wanna try the food. If it’s made them this big, then it’s gotta be really tasty. And you could use a good meal too!”

The green-haired girl lightly knocked her fist against the taller girl’s forehead. “We shouldn’t eat here. It’s just going to… going to…”

As she started to admonish her well-built teammate, she noticed a smell wafting through the air. And upon looking up, she quickly understood why…

The vent leading into the kitchen happened to be pointing out towards their little alleyway. Which meant that all of the savory smells were gliding towards them, and they had no semblance of a defense against this assault.

“Mmmmmph, that’s the good stuff… Come on, Vert! We can keep an eye on people, and eat at the same time!” Blanc argued, completely ignoring the fact that she had begun to drool like some sort of moron who was controlled by her own impulses.

Vert wanted to tell her that it was an awful idea. That they were just walking into a trap. But like the glutton that she was at heart, she couldn’t say no. “...Let’s just be quick about it.” She muttered, as she looked back towards the line. Surely those fatties hadn’t gotten far…

Nope. The line was completely gone. Somehow, someway, all those obese citizens had been filed into the restaurant quicker than the two could blink. Which meant that they had far too few excuses not to go inside.

With their stomachs growling after having tasted the wonderful scent of trashy food, the two heroines found their way to the entrance, and they were met by a rather suspicious looking black-haired waitress.

“Oh my, Natura Vert and Natura Blanc!” The waitress excitedly chimed as she let her head rest on her palms. “Don’t worry, heroes like you can have a table all to yourself. It’s on the house!” She giggled, before moving aside to let the two in.

After everything they had done for the city, it only made sense that they could get a table all to themselves. Though, the voice in the back of Vert’s mind was screaming about how obvious of a trap this all was.

Unfortunately for the girl’s rationality, both her and her friend were captivated by their tummies screaming for food. So she ignored the cries and took a seat at the rather spacious seat that had been picked out for her, with Blanc sitting across from her.

It didn’t take long after they had been seated before the food arrived. And despite the gluttony-inducing scents, the food looked… Well, it wasn’t stellar. It was more like slop molded into vaguely tasty looking food. And yet, the salivating smells made it difficult to think of these dishes as anything but tasty.

Vert tried her best to not dig in. She really did. She knew how much danger she was putting herself into. And yet… She couldn’t resist.

Especially not once Blanc started to dig in like the pig that she was. The sight of her just enjoying herself, stuffing her face full of that slop? It started to affect the green-haired genius.

She had a lot of pride in her genius. But that pride could be twisted, especially by those that knew about it. And thanks to the smells running through her mind, it was easy to turn that pride into being proud of eating the most.

Without hesitating from that point on, Vert dug in. And despite her tiny frame, she began to devour everything in front of her. Though her side of the table had lagged behind thanks to the white-haired girl’s headstart, that didn’t mean the genius would let her outpace her.

After what felt like an eternity, but was really more like ten minutes, the table had been completely wiped clean. Because those two idiots had eaten everything in front of them, and then some. And as they both started to lean back…

“My my, you’re already done?” The waitress that had greeted them came back, with a smile on her face. “I suppose you two want our buffet deal then, since you both look like you could eat so, so much more.”

Both heroines, too stuffed to argue, didn’t say a thing. Which the devilish black-haired woman took as a yes, grinning as she walked away.

Neither of them were able to say no to the feast that arrived at their table a few minutes later. Or the one after that. Or the one two feasts later. And so on, and so forth.

Both Blanc and Vert would only stop when they passed out from overeating. And it would take until the two woke up from a nap to realize that they had eaten too much. Nobody had stopped them from napping, nobody had stopped them from eating… Just like nobody stopped them from leaving.

Because they’d be back. They always came back. That’s what the restaurant was betting on, especially now that they had gotten two of those pesky heroes hooked.

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Indeed they came back. Not just once. Not just twice. But every day from that point on. Even though they wanted to avoid it. Even though they wanted to do anything but come to this infernal place…

They always showed up on time. When the restaurant opened, they were in line. And they stayed until they passed out from overeating, with only their inner morals stopping them from making a complete and utter fool of themselves.

...Not that their expanded waistlines weren’t already doing that. It was a good thing that their outfits were made from a substance that wasn’t bound by the laws of physics, because if they were forced to wear them and they weren’t stretchy to the point of never tearing, with their new sizes in mind? They would absolutely tear.

Vert was lucky. On a good day, she just had to stay home at the base and keep an eye on everyone. That meant she could just lean back in her chair and laze as much as she wanted. Maybe even just take a nap.

Then again, her chair had gotten really loose over the last few days. Something about gaining triple her weight and getting really sticky wasn’t healthy for it. But any time somebody, which would usually be her teammate Bleu, tried to tell her off for getting this huge… She just ignored them and acted like she had been helping somebody in the field.

Blanc had it much worse. Partly because she had field work most of the time, and partly because her heart wouldn’t let her slow down when people were in need. Which resulted in a massive doughy ball jumping and jiggling all over the place.

It didn’t stop the populace from enjoying her presence. Neither did it stop her from getting rather skeevy looks whenever she started leaning down to help somebody by healing them, because she always happened to have her crack on full display...

But that was what they were like when they were doing their daily duties. Not what they were like when they were at that restaurant.

When Blanc and Vert got to their table, which had been mockingly labeled the VIP (Very Important Pig) table, the two were immediately overwhelmed by the food they were served.

Vert, like the genius that she was, always put up a token effort to resist. Because she remembered their mission. she knew what they had to do. She knew that they couldn’t just keep eating.

But that effort was usually made null and void after Blanc usually shoved a bit of that slop into her mouth. It was astonishing how she managed to keep it all held together, especially since the girl’s hands were practically miniscule compared to the rest of her body, but leave it to the girl whose job was to heal everyone to find a way.

The way the two girls kept arriving at the restaurant day after day, at the exact same time as always, and then buried themselves in this food… It wasn’t good for them. But somehow, they were able to keep up their duties. Despite their bodies growing worse and worse, and their personal hygeine degrading to the point where even their outfits were starting to look a little wet.

It got to the point where the two were forced to take a few days off. Rouge and Bleu, the two that practically led the team considering their temperaments, didn’t want to see the two suffering from hunger pangs or from their own bodies working against them. Even Noir, who had been enjoying her partner’s size, wanted Blanc to try and lose a bit of weight. So she could be as cute as she always was.

Little did their fellow heroes know, by giving them time off, they sealed their fates and left them in the jaws of their mortal enemy…

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“Oh my. You two look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

The waitress at the Restaurant giggled as she looked straight ahead at her favorite customers. Taking great, almost overwhelming delight, in seeing just how far they had fallen.

Vert, who had been forced off duty, was now little more than the girl Mana Kido. Gone was her stretchy outfit and the cape that kept her cloaked. Instead, she went for a really tacky striped shirt, which was struggling to even fit on her body. Infact, it struggled so much that it barely qualified as a shirt, more like a waste of a top that barely covered her nipples.

Her shorts weren’t much better. In fact, they were so bad that they barely covered anything important. Her crack was on full display, only barely hidden underneath her favorite character-print panties… And she looked like she was about to make a mess of them, considering the scent leaving the gap between her cheeks.

Blanc, or rather Kohana Shirai, was even worse. She skipped the part where she was supposed to wear a single piece of clothing as a top, preferring to knot two together to make a makeshift top. And even then, it did little to hide her bosom. If anything it brought more attention to it. Especially those light cocoa-colored nipples of hers.

And forget about shorts. She just wore her panties. What point was there in wearing anything else when it wouldn’t fit? She had her cute lace panties, the ones that Noir had tried to make… Which meant that they already had plenty of holes, but at the same time that made them really nice and stretchy so she didn’t have to worry about them tearing!

“Just give us our table.” Mana muttered as she tried to push past the waitress. She didn’t even want to bother thinking at this point. She was hungry, she was upset that Bleu had chewed her out the day before, and she was hungry. She needed this meal more than anything else.

Kohana was just happy to be here. And hungry too, she could really use a bite or five. Maybe even a bite of the waitress if she kept being so nice… W-Well she was joking about that one but if she really did end up getting any hungrier she might genuinely consider it…

As the two were shown to their table, the disgruntled fat genius mumbled as she brushed past several tables, only to notice that… they were heading far deeper into the joint than they normally had. In fact, they passed their table like a minute ago.

“Hey… Where are you taking us..?” She muttered, only to draw a sharp breath. Being this huge wasn’t good for her body. Which meant talking after walking left her short of breath.

The waitress giggled as Kohana ignored this strange feeling, quietly shuffling her way onto her new seat. All while that black-haired woman kept on grinning between her giggles.

Mana’s mind was racing as fast as it could as she was being seated at the table. There was something deadly wrong. Why would they get a seat here..? What was all this slop made out of? Why hadn’t there been lines for the last week? And… And…

Her train of thought was cut off by the sound of her friend digging in. Just as usual. She didn’t even hesitate, just shoveling as much of that food into her maw as possible. But there was something different this time.

Namely the massive belt of steel around her waist, keeping her pinned to her seat. This time, she wasn’t getting free. And that same belt was giving her a lot of trouble, as gross sounds started to leave the hole between her cheeks. Not only that, but it ruined her perfect grip, causing a lot of spit and slop to flow out of her mouth and down into her massive cleavage…

Mana did the best she could do to resist the pull of the slop. She mustered up every little bit of willpower in her enormous body. And she cast her gaze towards the waitress who was busy strapping her in. “Y-You… You’re…You’re the reason we’re like this..!” She cried out, her mind made up. There’s no way anybody but the culprit would take such a keen interest in the two of them!

“Really? It took you this long to realize?” The waitress said, her voice suddenly growing deeper as her hair extended all the way down to her feet. Hair that quickly burst through her clothes, leaving her identity ripe for the world…

The Natura Couleur’s mortal enemy, the Darkness of Equilibre… Tenebris.

“T-The food was too good to pass up, that’s all that kept me from noticing!” Mana cried out in protest, her stomach growling. She had to ignore it, at least for a little while longer..!

Tenebris laughed as she slowly picked up a bit of that slop, plopping it onto her tongue before swallowing it in a teasing fashion. “I’m glad you couldn’t resist my essence. Because that’s what all this is. Pure, undistilled Darkness. And you both got hooked. Like the sows that you are.” She mocked them. Primarily Mana, since the sow across from her was busy digging in.

“I-I could resist it! I just… I just had to lure you out. A-And now that you’re here…!” Mana put on a brave front. And truth be told, she had reason to be brave. With the biggest villain being this close to her, she could just use her powers, and then-

*BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP*

Mana’s expression turned from nervous determination to shameful bliss as a cloud of her own internal waste poured out from between her cheeks, her train of thought completely derailed by her own base needs…

A need that Tenebris was happy to feed into, as she grabbed some of the slop and held it in front of the natural genius’ face. Now, with her focus completely lost, she couldn’t stop herself from eating the foul substance that she had gotten hooked on.

With that offer, it was easy for the villainess to just sit back and watch the two indulge… Because they weren’t going to stop. Not now. Not ever. They were going to eat and eat and eat until they burst.

And she was going to stay right there. Watching them until it happened. Maybe she’d bully them a little bit more, just to rub it in. But only when they tried to resist the influence she had on them.

Honestly, this plan was awful. She fully expected them to just bust in and break the plan in half. But because the smarter parts of the team had tried to be sneaky, they fell into her trap hook line and sinker.

And now they reaped what they sowed. As uncontrollable sows, slaves to their gluttony… And they’d be joined by their friends soon, if their dependence on takeout was any indication.

A complete and total victory for the city’s Darkness. And an eternity of gluttonous happiness, for the Natura Sows.