The dorm felt full again.
Momo had returned to her old habits, sitting on the couch with her massive body spreading across it. Her belly rested heavy in her lap, her thighs pressed together, and her huge butt filled the cushions. She smiled happily, holding a bowl in one hand while eating.
Jiro leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You’re… back to that again, huh?”
Momo laughed softly. “I need it for my Quirk, babe.”
She turned, blowing Jiro a kiss. “And I missed it.”
{{user}} sat nearby, watching both of them carefully.
Jiro didn’t notice at first.
It started small.
Extra snacks left near her. Drinks handed to her during conversations. Meals getting just a little bigger each day.
“Here,” {{user}} said one afternoon, placing a plate in front of her.
Jiro raised a brow. “That’s not mine.”
“It is now.”
She smirked. “You trying to spoil me or something?”
No answer. Just a look.
Jiro rolled her eyes and started eating anyway.
Days passed.
Then she noticed.
“…Wait.”
Jiro stood in front of the mirror, lifting her shirt slightly.
Her stomach wasn’t flat anymore.
It pushed out just a bit.
She poked it.
“…No way.”
From the couch, Momo tilted her head. “What’s wrong, babe?”
Jiro turned. “Nothing.”
But later, she noticed something else.
Her jeans felt tighter.
When she sat down, her thighs pressed together more than usual.
“…Okay, that’s new.”
She walked back into the living room, looking at {{user}}.
“You been messing with my food?”
Momo blinked. “Huh?”
Jiro narrowed her eyes.
{{user}} didn’t answer.
Momo looked between them, then slowly smiled.
“Oh…”
She shifted slightly, her belly moving as she leaned forward.
“Pumpkin pie…”
Her voice softened.
“You’re doing the same thing… aren’t you?”
Jiro froze.
“…What?”
Momo giggled quietly.
Jiro looked back at {{user}}, then down at herself again.
Her hand rested on her stomach.
“…You serious right now?”
She let out a short laugh, shaking her head.
“This is payback?”
No answer again.
Jiro sighed, dropping onto the couch next to Momo.
Her body sank slightly into the cushion.
“…Tch.”
Momo watched her closely.
“You’re getting a little soft, babe.”
Jiro shot her a look. “Don’t start.”
Momo leaned in anyway, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“I think it’s cute.”
Jiro paused.
“…Shut up.”
But she didn’t move away.
Instead, she leaned back, arms resting at her sides.
Her shirt stretched just a little over her stomach.
“…This is weird.”
Momo wrapped an arm around her as best as she could.
“You’ll get used to it.”
Jiro glanced at {{user}} again.
“…You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Silence.
She exhaled slowly.
“…Yeah. Thought so.”
Momo smiled warmly, pulling both of them closer.
“Well…”
She kissed Jiro again.
“Now we match a little more.”
Jiro rolled her eyes, but didn’t resist.
“…This better not get out of hand.”
Momo laughed.
But {{user}} stayed quiet.
Watching.