The kitchen lights flickered softly.

The hum of machinery continued, but something about the atmosphere had shifted. The first wave of marshmallow systems had stopped actively firing, yet the air still felt saturated with sweetness and pressure, as if the room itself was waiting.

Inside, Momo Yaoyorozu and {{user}} remained trapped in place near the center of the industrial kitchen.

Both were still heavily expanded from the first incident.

Momo’s posture was barely upright, her frame significantly widened and softened by the forced intake. Movement was extremely limited, her body struggling against its own mass whenever she attempted even small adjustments. Her breathing was heavier, controlled, and careful, as if conserving effort for basic stability.

{{user}} was in a similar condition nearby, also unable to move freely. Any attempt at shifting position resulted in slow, heavy repositioning that required effort against their own expanded form and the surrounding equipment.

Neither could reach the exits.

Neither could stop what was happening.

A soft sound echoed from the far pantry door.

Click.

The storage door at the back of the kitchen slowly unlocked on its own.

Then it opened.

From the shadowed pantry aisle, a figure stepped forward.

She moved lightly, almost floating across the floor, as if gravity had less effect on her than it should have. Her appearance was unsettlingly sweet-themed—her body structured like flowing sugar and soft candy glass, with a layered outfit resembling melted marshmallow and spun sugar fabric. Her gloves looked like hardened candy coating, and her hair shimmered like whipped sugar strands.

This was Madame Mallowmere.

She smiled brightly as she entered.

“Well, well,” she said softly. “You made it through the first course.”

Her eyes scanned Momo and {{user}} with satisfaction.

“You two adapted faster than expected.”

Momo tried to respond, her voice strained and muffled by her condition.

“…Why… are you doing this…?”

Madame Mallowmere tilted her head slightly.

“Oh, I think it’s simple.”

She gestured around the kitchen, where remnants of marshmallow overflow still coated counters and floors.

“This world is obsessed with control. Discipline. Structure. Heroes like you spend every moment restricting yourselves—what you eat, how you look, how you exist.”

She stepped closer, her candy-like form leaving faint shimmering trails in the air.

“I’m removing that restriction.”

Behind her, faint movement could be heard inside the pantry system.

Clanking. Shifting. Containers unlocking.

The second batch had arrived.

Hundreds of gallons of marshmallow reserves rolled forward automatically, as if the kitchen itself had accepted her command. The feeding system reignited, slower but more stable than before, designed for sustained escalation rather than sudden bursts.

Momo flinched slightly as the system reactivated.

More marshmallows began flowing.

Her already expanded body reacted again, increasing further in size and heaviness. The changes were slower than before but continuous, layering additional mass and pressure onto her frame. Her movements became even more restricted, forcing her into near-stationary posture.

{{user}} also experienced the same renewed intake cycle, their body continuing to expand under the second wave’s sustained output. Every adjustment became more difficult, every breath requiring more effort than before.

Madame Mallowmere watched calmly.

“This is only phase two,” she continued. “Once you and your little partner stabilize, I’ll begin expanding the system outward.”

She smiled wider.

“Ochaco Uraraka… Mina Ashido… Kyoka Jiro… all of them will eventually understand what it means to stop resisting.”

Momo strained slightly, focusing through the heaviness.

“You’re… going to hurt them…”

“Oh no,” Mallowmere replied casually. “I’m going to free them.”

She turned toward the pantry again and snapped her fingers.

The back storage wall shifted.

Panels slid open.

And beyond the marshmallow reserves, something else became visible.

The pantry was next.