The room was prepared.

Everything set in place.

Momo Yaoyorozu sat secured in a reinforced chair, its structure built to hold her massive size. Her body spread heavily across it, her stomach resting forward in thick folds, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Sweat lined her skin as she looked forward, focused.

“I… can do this…” she said softly.

Beside her, Kyoka Jiro crossed her arms, watching carefully. “You’ve already come this far.”

{{user}} stood on the other side, close, steady.

“We’re right here.”

Momo smiled faintly.

In front of her, the machine activated.

Sausages rolled forward in a steady line.

Momo reached.

Grabbed one.

Ate.

Then another.

And another.

She didn’t rush.

Didn’t stop either.

Her movements were slower now, heavier, but consistent. Each bite pushed her further, her body shifting slightly with the added weight.

Time passed.

The pile shrank.

Her breathing deepened.

Her stomach expanded further, pressing outward, her body adjusting with every bite.

“I’m… close…” Momo whispered.

Jiro leaned in slightly. “Then finish it.”

{{user}} nodded. “You’ve got it.”

Momo kept going.

One more.

Then another.

Her hands slowed.

Her chewing slowed.

But she didn’t stop.

Finally—

She took the last one.

A long pause.

She swallowed.

Silence filled the room.

Then—

Momo leaned back into the chair, her entire body sinking into it.

“…I did it…”

Her voice was quiet.

Exhausted.

Jiro glanced at the display beside them.

“…1500.”

{{user}} looked at her.

“…You reached it.”

Momo let out a long breath, her body completely relaxed now.

Her stomach rested heavily, her form at its largest, her goal finally complete.

“I… feel… full…” she said softly.

Jiro stepped closer, placing a hand gently against Momo’s belly. “…No kidding.”

{{user}} joined, their hand resting beside Jiro’s.

Momo smiled, eyes half-lidded.

“You stayed… the whole time…”

Jiro shrugged slightly. “…Of course we did.”

{{user}} stayed close, steady.

Momo lifted her arms slowly, pulling both of them closer.

“Come here…”

They leaned in.

Carefully.

Close to her.

Momo pressed her face against theirs, kissing them softly—first {{user}}, then Jiro.

Jiro responded after a second, her usual edge softened.

“…You’re unbelievable,” she muttered.

Momo laughed weakly. “But you love me.”

Jiro didn’t deny it.

The three stayed close, their hands resting against her, feeling the warmth, the rise and fall of her breathing.

No more rushing.

No more pushing.

Just quiet.

Momo closed her eyes.

“…I’m done…”

{{user}} stayed beside her.

Jiro leaned in slightly.

“…Yeah,” she said. “You are.”

The room settled.

And for once—

Everything was still.