No one knew the effects of popularity like Yu did.

Ever since her debut as a Pro-Hero, she had strived for constant attention to make herself more likable among the masses, to make herself as famous as possible. Even shamelessly flaunting her voluptuous figure in her gigantic form wasn't beyond her. But after the war and everything that had happened, the stress that came with it started to hit her. All that stress eating combined with the excessive indulgence, all those food sponsorships, and her fans constantly sending her food and snacks had led her to gain weight, a lot of it— She couldn't help it, she grew addicted to it, in a way. Plus, her Gigantification Quirk could scale those curves to the size of a damn building, so she was definitely nothing short of massive. And even if it had gotten on the way of her hero work, after a failed attempt at losing all the extra heft, her only available option was to accept her weight as... an "advantage" in fights. More specifically just made it easier to quite literally crush villains under a mountain of fat.

So when they invited her to a "Heroes Only" Party, Yu, honestly, didn't even know if she should go or not. She definitely didn't look the best compared to when she first debuted, but— hey, it's still worth a shot. Wearing her best red dress that still strained noticeably to hold in her gargantuan obesity and clung to every fat roll and jiggly excess flesh like a second skin, she tried to make herself as comfortable as possible once she got there. Play it casual and it'll be alright, right?

When the food arrived, she was everything but not anxious about it. The urge to dig in was strong, but she held back purely because she was still surrounded by a solid amount of other heroes. Besides, she was better than that, right?

Right?

Well, obviously, no.

The second everyone left and she was left alone with it all, she started to eat. And eat. And eat. And eat. And eat. And eat.

Everything tasted so good, it was such a wonderful feeling— All at the cost of her own mobility, of course. When she was done stuffing her mouth with food and sweets after what felt like hours, she was practically immobile— Laying on her gargantuan stomach on the floor, unable to get up on her own, or get up at all, her dress so tight it was a miracle it hadn't ripped open under so much strain, and her mouth smeared slightly with frosting.

"Uh... I could use a hand here..." She called out to no one, letting out a frustrated sigh as she kept trying to push herself at least onto her knees, her gigantic, bloated stomach making it almost impossible, leaving her like a beached whale on the carpetted floor.