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Uraraka steps into her first internship after graduation, ready to make a difference in the world. All of her friends had been accepted into rather prestigious hero agencies, and she had been no different - getting in at one of the largest organizations in Tokyo. 

But with dozens of other sidekicks clambering for the chance to get out in the field, that meant she’d have to put in some grunt work if she’d ever want to make it to the top. 

“Desk duty?” Uraraka asked her supervisor. “What about patrol?” 

The veteran sidekick, Poison Ink , just waved her off with a tentacle. “You’ll get your chance. But first, you’re on incident reports. Your desk is over there.” 

Uraraka huffed. “But can’t I-” 

“Oh, and one more thing,” Poison Ink said, reaching under the desk with another barbed tentacle. Her other appendages wiggled violently around her. “Office girls wear a uniform. This is yours.” She passed her the same outfit all the other girls were wearing: a black mini skirt, tights, and a U-Neck crop top. “Any black shoes are fine.” 

This first day was not going at all how Uraraka anticipated. “Don’t you find this degrading?” Uraraka asked. Poison Ink was in a similar outfit, although her octopus-like body required some modifications. 

Poison Ink just shrugged. “It’s the hero industry. Sex appeal is part of the gig.” 

Uraraka was offended, but no more so than usual. Just thinking back to some of the costumes her teachers and classmates had worn in school was evidence enough that this type of thing was normal. “Okay… Is there any place to change?” 

“Yep. Locker room is back through there,” Poison Ink said. Uraraka was dejected and about to turn and go, but Poison Ink took pity on her. “Look… just stay sharp. It’s hard to get noticed in a company this big, but keep your chin up. Prove that you’re the best of the best and you’ll be out in the field in no time,” Poison Ink said. 

That was at least a little hopeful. “You’re right,” Uraraka said, full of determination. “I’ll prove what I’ve got.” 

And with that, she turned away towards the changing rooms, not realizing that she was being watched. 

Bubblegum hurried into the meeting spot, keeping to the shadows. Selling out the League was like signing her own death sentence, so she wasn’t about to be caught walking into one of their safe houses by any civilians on a night time stroll. She had to be careful. She pressed the buzzer, hoping to be let in quickly. 

“Who is it?” an annoyed voice toned on the other side of the door. 

“B-bubblegum, sir!” 

“You’d better have a good reason for coming.” 

“I think I do, sir!” 

“...Come in.” 

Bubblegum was let in by a villain she didn’t know the name of and lead to the back of the lair. Joining the League had been an easy decision. Teased for her weight all her life, Bubblegum had put in an intense amount of work to keep her appearance absolutely perfect: less than 10% body fat. With her quirk, it was near impossible, and she’d hated society ever since. She hoped to take it down from the inside along with her new leader: Shigaraki. 

Chills went up her spine when she was let into his chamber, finding him sat behind a large desk with his hand-mask in place. “Sir,” she greeted. 

“Why are you here?” he asked, getting straight to the point. “We told you only to come if you had big news on the hero initiatives. There hasn’t been any talk of a raid in months, what could you possibly know?” 

“That’s the thing,” Bubblegum said. “I think… Well, there’s a person of interest that showed up at my assignment.” She was a spy on the inside of one of Japan’s largest hero agencies for the League.

Shigaraki scoffed. “Who?” 

“Uraraka Ochako.” 

She could tell she made the right decision to come when Shigaraki sat up a little straighter, appraising. 

“She’s a new intern, sir,” Bubblegum continued. “I know she’s… a personal target for you. I’m not sure what I can do without giving away my position, but I am willing to do the League’s work as soon as I am given directive.” 

Bubblegum was not in the same department as Uraraka. She was working in media relations. And with a boring old quirk like hers, she wasn’t sure what she’d be able to do to help the League, but she was a mole in the same company that one of her boss’s arch enemies now worked for. Surely she could set something in motion. 

Shigaraki was contemplative for a moment. “Bubblegum… what is your quirk again?” 

“Um… It’s a charm quirk, sir. I can cause hunger-related hypnosis for a short term… It’s almost nothing, I hardly use it, except occasionally on myself on accident.” Any time she had said the words “I’m hungry” out loud as a teenager, she’d inadvertently send herself into an eating spiral. It was part of her anger with society now. Fatgum could be a hero, but she as a woman was considered nothing but a drain on society when she’d been obese. 

Shigaraki tapped his fingertips together. “I see… Bubblegum, I think you can do more than you think.” 

“Welcome to the office!” Bubblegum said on the next day of work, placing a bowl of candy on Uraraka’s desk. Peanut M&Ms. The jar was about the size of a fishbowl. 

Uraraka jumped. She was nearly asleep at her desk. She’d stayed overnight to try to do all the paperwork that she’d been given for the week, hoping with the extra time she’d saved herself, she might be allowed on patrol. 

“Eep!” she yelped. “Sorry, you surprised me.” 

“No worries,” Bubblegum said. “You poor interns are so overworked… As a welcome gift, here’s a sugar fix!” She gestured to the candy. 

“Oh,” Uraraka said. “Thank you.” 

“Of course.” Bubblegum looked at her strangely for a moment and then said, “Eat up.” 

Now, to be fair, even when the M&Ms had been sat on her desk, they looked appealing. Uraraka had pulled an all nighter and she hadn’t left her desk to get breakfast yet. Her hand had already been reaching to take one or two from the top as Bubblegum walked away. 

But instead of a few, Uraraka grabbed a handful. 

For her, time passed by in a second. One minute, there was a bowl of candy in front of her, the next, she had colored fingertips and a weight in her tummy that hadn’t been there before. It was only 9am but she’d already eaten over a day’s worth of calories just in candy. 

And she barely remembered it. 

Maybe she would have asked more questions, but as she slowly came out of her daze, she realized the time and gasped. It was almost noon . And she hadn’t gotten any more work done that morning! 

She quickly put her nose back to the grindstone, still sat in her desk chair, her skimpy uniform still in place albeit a little askew from a night spent hard at work. 

The next day, there was a pizza party at work, and Uraraka’s mouth watered at the smell. 

She’d always been a big eater. Truth be told, eating was one of Uraraka’s favorite hobbies. She was always dragging her friends to whatever restaurant or bakery she saw on Instagram that week, and with her rigorous exercise schedule, she never had to worry about her figure. 

She was itching to go to the gym now, though. If only she could get done these reports… 

“Hey, are you coming?” one of her fellow interns asked. They had wide owl eyes that peered at her expectantly. “Apparently it’s an all you can eat buffet.” 

Uraraka put her hand on her bare stomach. “I guess… a little break won’t hurt,” she said, looking at the mountain of work she had to do.” 

She followed a group of fellow newbies to a shared table in the office breakroom. As the others grabbed two or three slices, Uraraka found herself doing the same. It was nice to make some new friends after all of her classmates had went their separate ways, and she found herself flirting with one of the cuter potential sidekicks - a sweet boy with the hero name Indigo. 

Just as she was twirling her hair and leaning forward, her conversation was interrupted. “Uraraka, nice to see you and your friends.” 

Uraraka looked up. “Oh, Bubblegum! This is Indigo, Matches, and The Flying Panda,” she said, introducing all of her new friends. 

“Lovely to meet you all. And nice to see you, Uraraka. Enjoy your lunch.” 

“Wow,” Indigo said as Bubblegum walked away. “How do you know Bubblegum? She’s like… the top marketing advisor in the hero field. Everyone wants one of her snap, blow, pop ads.” As her name implied, she was famous for cute advertising featuring a bubblegum motif. Apparently, she lived off the stuff, hardly eating a calorie. 

Uraraka, however, was distracted, reaching for a fourth slice of pizza. “Huh? Oh… I don’t know…” She hadn’t heard the question. 

“Maybe she’s taken a special interest in you,” Matches said. “You have that sweet school girl look… Maybe she wants to take you under her wing.” 

“That would be good,” Uraraka said idly, more concerned with the gooey cheese filling her mouth. This was delicious. A fifth slice couldn’t hurt. Even as it grew cold, it was still incredible, and Uraraka found she could eat, and eat, and eat, and eat- 

“Wow, where do you put it all?” Matches asked as she stuffed pizza in her face. “Is eating part of your quirk?” 

“No,” Uraraka said, surprised by the question. She had no idea how much she’d been eating. “I don’t know, I guess I’m just hungry.” 

“I’ll say,” Matches said, having witnessed Uraraka eat a full pizza. “You may want to slow down.” 

“In a minute,” Uraraka said. She was still enjoying her lunch.

“Oh,” Uraraka said as construction went underway across from her desk. “What’s being built?” 

Poison Ivy looked up at her. “They’re adding in a protein shake stand… The marketing team suggested it. Apparently, it will be free to employees.” 

Urarka’s eyes lit up. She loved saving money. “Oh, perfect!” she said. “I’ll be able to grab one before training.” 

Although lately, it had been hard to find time to train, what with the amount of work that kept her glued to her desk. Maybe tomorrow she’d be able to get to the gym. For now, she had a spreadsheet to balance.

“Uravity, how are you this morning?” Bubblegum asked. “Have you eaten yet?” 

Uraraka, who’d received a fresh stack of paperwork in reward for finishing her last assignment, looked up, a little disheveled. She’d really been putting in her all to getting her desk duties done. Plus ultra! The sooner she proved herself here, the sooner she’d be put in the field. 

“Oh, no, I haven’t,” she answered. She actually had, but she could sense an invite coming, and from what the other interns said, it was best to get on Bubblegum’s good side. She was a senior at the company, and Uraraka would need her help if she wanted to be a hero in the future. 

“Perfect, come eat with me,” she said. 

Uraraka got up, although she frowned. She had so much work to do. She should say no, but… her feet were already moving. “Is… is there somewhere to get breakfast?” 

“Of course, there’s a full canteen downstairs,” Bubblegum answered. She passed Uraraka her company card as they headed downstairs. “Here… Why don’t you go get a tall stack for each of us from the pancake bar… Trust me, they’re to die for. I’d love to talk to you about branding while I have a snippet of your time.” 

Uraraka felt wholly encouraged by this. “Oh, okay! That would be wonderful! Thank you so much!” 

“Of course!” Bubblegum said. “Anything to help our interns succeed!” 

As they found the cafeteria downstairs, Uraraka was amazed by how large and how many options there were. She supposed this was one of the perks to working at such a large hero agency. Plus, the pancakes Bubblegum recommended did look amazing. There was a chef whipping them up to order! 

Uraraka stood in line while Bubblegum found a table, immediately whipping out her blackberry. She looked busy. Uraraka was thankful that executives like her were willing to take the time to help their interns. She made a mental note to be on her best behavior during breakfast. 

The tall stacks of pancakes below her nose smelled heavenly as she approached the table. 

“Thank you again for treating,” she said. 

“Of course,” Bubblegum answered. “Here, while we talk… enjoy .” 

Uraraka was more than happy to. She took a big bite of her stack of ten ( ten ) pancakes and found herself squirming with joy. They were delicious . She couldn’t imagine getting through a full stack, but each bite was heavenly. 

Actually, Uraraka wasn’t sure where she was as she ate. Heaven seemed about as good a location as any. She didn’t have a thought in her brain as she ate bite after bite, not noticing when her empty plate got switched for Bubblegum’s full one. Not noticing as a third stack was placed below her nose. She didn’t even notice as a full morning passed by, getting nothing done but filling her stomach. 

“Oof,” she said, sitting back. She felt… full. And confused. Where was she? What had she been doing? She’d been… oh , she’d been supposed to be impressing her manager! “I’m sorry, was… was that all you wanted to talk about?” she asked. She couldn’t remember a word of what was said. 

Bubblegum just smiled at her (a little condescending, not that Uraraka noticed). “Yes. From this conversation, I think I see your future quite clearly,” she said. It sounded strange to Uraraka but… well, she supposed it would make sense if she had been paying any attention. “Go ahead back to your desk… But on the way, maybe pick up one of those peanut butter chocolate protein shakes to sip on. I hear they’re incredible.” 

“Okay,” Uraraka said automatically, standing up. She had work to do. It was already noon and she hadn’t filled out a single form! “Thank you again for the meeting!” 

“Any time,” Bubblegum said. “In fact, let’s do this again soon.” 

Uraraka headed upstairs with the usual pep in her step, but as she neared her desk, she had slowed to a waddle, hand on her lower back like a pregnant woman. She was so full. She should have never eaten all of those pancakes. 

“ The beachball’s back ,” The Flying Panda whispered to Matches at the sight of Uraraka’s swollen stomach sticking out over her skirt. She blushed a brilliant pink and tried to hurry back to her desk, but with the sudden weight in her stomach, there was a distinct sway to her stomach. She had to be careful. She might have a food baby now, but if she kept eating like this, she would certainly get fat. 

Uraraka’s second week went much the same as the first. She sat at her desk, tired circles under her eyes as she drank her third protein shake in a row. These things were addictive, and she’d probably need to stop if she was ever going to get any work done. She’d start to drink as she read over an incident report and then all of a sudden, her only focus would be sucking on the straw instead of reading her paperwork. 

She was overtired. She needed to start sleeping more. 

“Hey,” Bubblegum said, approaching her desk. “Ready for lunch?” Since their breakfast, she’d been taking the young girl almost every day, watching as she stuffed her face silly under the effects of her quirk.

Uraraka scrambled to her feet, although she was a little more sluggish than usual. “Yes!” she said, and then -embarrassingly- had to hide a burp behind her hand. “Yes, sorry, I just… wow, I don’t know how the day flies by so fast.” 

“That will happen in an office building,” Bubblegum said. “Repetitive work makes time slip away.” Of course, frequent hypnosis could also do that. Even if Bubblegum’s quirk only worked for a short time, repetitive usage could be… habit forming. As a teenager, Bubblegum had faced a drop in IQ, a loss of motivation, and of course… constant hunger. 

“I just need to work harder,” Uraraka said. “But, oh, I guess there’s always time for lunch.” 

“There’s always time for lunch,” Bubblegum agreed with a nod, surveying her work. 

Uraraka’s skirt was pinching her hips ever so slightly. Where before, there’d been a hard line tracing up from the waistband to her ribcage, now it was slightly soft, bulging outwards like a violin. It wasn’t much. The uniform still fit, but… it was something. 

Bubblegum quietly vowed to increase her efforts. 

“You know,” Bubblegum advised after treating Uraraka to an afterwork ice cream. The girl looked slightly dazed and confused, but it was obvious she was finally starting to remember how to pay attention. “You should get some snacks for your desk, then you won’t be so hungry when we get together… Here, let’s go to the grocery store and pick out some of your favorites.” 

“We should do some more planning for some possible brand deals,” Bubblegum said, meeting Uraraka at her desk. “Meet me for dinner as soon as your done this paperwork.” 

“You poor thing! You look so tired,” Bubblegum cooed, passing Uraraka a strawberry frappuccino the size of her head. “Drink up! The caffeine will do you some good.” 

As Uraraka walked to work, her phone buzzed with texts from her friends. They were all updating each other on their fieldwork, and Uraraka… well, Uraraka was still stuck behind her desk. 

She was in a terrible mood as she pulled a KitKat bar out from her purse and started to munch on it - starving for breakfast. These days, she felt like a bottomless pit. Normally, she would start out the morning with a protein bar, but she’d been all out, having eaten five in a row as a dessert after dinner, and… well, KitKats weren’t the same, but she’d gotten a giant bag from Bubblegum for all her efforts developing her recent marketing strategy (of which Uraraka didn’t remember a thing), and she’d have to eat them at some point. 

It’s as she’s walking that she notices. 

Her thighs are rubbing together. 

She stood at the crosswalk and looked down, surprised to see a sudden redness at the thickest part of her legs. They were… they were chaffing. It was a hot humid summer, but this had never happened to Uraraka before. She only knew what it was because of Jirou: chub rub. 

Normally, she wore her work-approved tights, but since it was so hot, she figured she could get by without them. This was the first time she’d noticed: her thigh gap was gone. 

Uraraka munched a little faster on her KitKat bar. She had to stop eating like this. It was seriously becoming a problem. 

Uraraka stood by Indigo’s desk, happy to take a break from her work to talk to a cute boy. She had gotten up to get a protein shake, but she supposed there was no harm in chitchatting for a few minutes before getting back to work. She’d probably be here all night anyway. 

“So,” she said, taking another sip. “Are you busy for lunch today?” 

Indigo snorted. “You sure you want to go out for lunch?” he asked. 

Uraraka frowned, taking a bite of the muffin she’d gotten to go along with her drink. “Yeah? What’s wrong with that?” 

Indigo looked at her and then looked ashamed, blinking and then looking away. “Oh, sorry, I mean… Never mind. Enjoy your muffin, Uravity. I should probably be getting back to work.” 

Uraraka pouted, oblivious to the muffin crumb stuck to her bottom lip. “But… you didn’t answer. Don’t you want to get lunch together?” 

“Maybe some other time,” Indigo said. “I have a lot of work to do.” 

“Oh,” Uraraka said, disappointed. “I guess I do, too.” 

In fact, she did have a lot of work, too much to get up and get lunch. So when Bubblegum treated her to a takeout lunch from the local burger shop, she didn’t question it - not even when the takeout bag contained 3 cheeseburgers and by the end of her lunch break, it contained zero. 

Uraraka pulled at her skirt, uncomfortable. It certainly felt tight these days. Looking down at herself, she knew this sedentary desk job was doing some damage to her figure. 

She just didn’t have time to train. She couldn’t figure out where the time was going during the day, but one minute she’d be starting on some paperwork, and the next it would be the afternoon and she’d hardly have gotten anything done. She hadn’t had a single chance to go in the field, let alone hit the gym, and just when she was getting started on something, she’d be pulled away by Bubblegum for a marketing meeting. 

She tried to tuck her tummy into her skirt, but no matter how high or low she pulled it up, she felt like a stuffed sausage. Her cleavage was spilling out of her crop top, and she kept having to shimmy her skirt down to try to hide her bottom as she walked. Currently, her bare skin was sat on her desk chair, her too-tight panties hiked up her rear and her too-short skirt not managing to provide any coverage as she sat down. 

Still, if she sucked in, she still looked like a hero, right?

What was she doing again?

“Keep up the good work, Uraraka,” Bubblegum said as she passed by her desk. “But don’t forget a snack break, hm?” 

A snack break. 

Uraraka looked down at the fully stocked cabinet beneath her desk and bent over with some difficulty. There were some chocolate bars in the back. She could just have one right? Work could always wait… Besides. 

She was hungry.

“Mmmm,” Uraraka said, eyes closed as she indulged in a mega-sized ice cream cone after work. She was meeting with Tsuyu to talk about how their internships had been going. She hadn’t seen her frog-powered friend since graduation, and she’d missed her dearly. “This is so good. I can’t remember when I had ice cream this good,” she said to herself, ignoring the drip of chocolate ice cream that fell on her cleavage. 

Tsuyu looked at her, head tilted. “Um… yeah, I suppose it’s good,” she said, licking her much smaller ice cream cone with her long tongue. “You have a little something on your chin.” 

“Hm?”

“I said you have a little something on your chin.” 

“It’s so good ,” Uraraka said again, moaning. “It’s so good.” 

Tsuyu seemed alarmed, but Uraraka didn’t notice. “Um… yeah, I guess it’s good.” 

Uraraka didn’t bother to maintain conversation until after her ice cream cone was finished, and when she was finally done, she realized the mess she’d made of her face and hurriedly tried to clean herself off. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” she said, humiliated. Families in the ice cream parlor were staring at her, and Tsuyu seemed confused. 

“It’s okay,” Tsuyu said. “It seems like your internship is putting you under a lot of pressure.” 

“You have no idea,” Uraraka complained. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tsuyu asked. 

“It’s just… so much work!” Uraraka complained. “I don’t know how anyone else does it. Plus, we all have to wear these skimpy uniforms, and all the other girls are so fit, and I’m just…” she didn’t finish her sentence, embarrassed by the recent changes in her appearance. She’d bent over to tie her shoes the other day and it had left her out of breath. Her stomach had rolls as she doubled over. It was humiliating. 

“You look great!” Tsuyu assured quickly. “And I’m sure you’re still fit! You just need to get back out there! They’ll free you up from the paperwork stuff soon, I’m sure.” 

“You think?” Uraraka asked, her gaze set on a sprinkle that had fallen on the table from her ice cream cone. Without thinking, she swiped it up with her finger and ate it. 

“Um… yes,” Tsuyu said, although she sounded unsure. 

Uraraka chose to believe her. “Well… you’re right! But until then, I think I want another ice cream cone.” 

Tsuyu winced. “Well, are you sure that’s a good idea-” 

Uraraka was already up on two feet, oblivious to the twin roles of back fat ballooning over her two tight jeans, visible to Tsuyu as she turned around. All her clothes were a little tight these days. 

She wasn’t much of a conversationalist as she ate.

“Hey, guys!” Uraraka said, waving from her seat at the cafeteria. “Come sit with me!” 

The other interns had come down for lunch, and they all froze when they saw Uraraka - looking like they’d been caught red-handed. “Oh, um… don’t you usually eat lunch with Bubblegum?” The Flying Pig asked, looking around at other tables they could sit at. 

“She had a work call she had to go to,” Uraraka said pouting. “Don’t leave me lonely!” 

The interns all shared looks with one another, but eventually, they brought their trays to sit by Uraraka. 

The growing girl had three trays in front of her, each full of a different type of pasta. One was a creamy alfredo, the other a rose sauce, and the third an oily garlicky dish. It made her lips shiny as she horked it down in a hurry. 

“So,” Matches said, a little put off by her own lunch as she watched Uraraka eat. “You ordered yourself three types of pasta…?” 

“Bubblegum bought them,” Uraraka said. “She said they’re each worth trying. We were going to sample them all together, but then she ended up leaving - oh, are you going to drink that?” 

“Drink my own soda?” Matches asked. 

Uraraka drooled a little on her own shirt, looking at it expectantly. 

Matches sighed. “No, it’s yours.” 

The speed at which Uraraka chugged it down was frankly disturbing. Each of the interns was uncomfortable, especially when Uraraka let out a burp as she finished. “Oh, that was good,” she said, continuing to moan and groan through her meal. For someone who had wanted company, she had forgot rather quickly. “Oh, my god, so good… so good…” she devolved into animalistic type noises. 

“Yeah, okay, seems like you’re enjoying yourself. I’m not hungry anymore,” Matches said, standing up. 

“Are you gonna eat that?” was all Uraraka could say, reaching a chubby hand out to grab oen of Matches’s chicken fingers.

Matches looked horrified. “Trust me,” she said. “It’s all yours.” 

Uraraka ate it all, too hypnotized from her meeting with Bubblegum to notice the disgust of her peers. All she could focus on was filling her widening gut. When she headed back to her desk, ketchup and pasta sauce stained her shirt and she didn’t even notice.

“It’s going well,” Bubblegum informed Shigaraki over the phone, peering at Uraraka from behind a corner. She had taken the girl for pizza, and she hadn’t even needed her quirk to watch the dazed girl finish a full one by herself. Of course, with a little coaxing, she’d gotten Uraraka to polish off another two pies. “Apparently her work is suffering, but the way she’s been eating is consistent, no matter if I use my quirk or not. Her supervisor came to speak with her while she was eating a bag of chips at her desk, and it was obvious she didn’t hear a word.” 

“This is better than I thought. Greedy and stupid. How befitting of a future hero,” Shigaraki scoffed. 

“Well… former future hero,” Bubblegum said. “That waistline isn’t going away any time soon.” 

And sure enough, Uraraka’s waistline was expanding. And expanding, and expanding, and expanding. She’d had several unsettling realiziations, like realizing her stomach rested on the top of her thighs when she sat down or that she couldn’t zip up her winter jacket, but the most disturbing realization happened on her sixth month of work. 

She couldn’t reach her keyboard. 

Over the weekend, she had really pigged out, and she knew it. It seemed like every weekend, she forgot what a normal portion size was and went out of control. (If she knew how she was eating under Bubblegum’s influence, it wouldn’t be surprising, but for her, it seemed bizarre.) 

She’d gone downstairs to the bakery she passed by on the way home from work, and she’d eaten a full chocolate cake by herself in an afternoon. Then, still hungry, she’d went downstairs and bought another. And *shamefully*, she’d gone downstairs and bought another. 

She had woken up on Monday morning with chocolate frosting on her hands and face, and she’d had to fight to find the energy to get up and shower. She was so lethargic. 

And so on Monday morning, as she sat in her desk chair, she realized her hips grazed the arms on either side. That wasn’t new.

Her butt took up more room than it used to, and so she had to lean back, sitting on the edge of the chair to try to make some room. Also not new. 

Her gut hung forward heavily, obscuring her miniskirt completely while she was sitting. You could only tell she had bottoms on from the side. Also not new. 

But with these three factors combined, Uraraka put her hands forward to type and found that her belly kept her out of reach of the keyboard. 

Uraraka stressed. She tried to push her chair forward, but her stomach got in the way. She tried to pull the keyboard out. The cord wasn’t long enough. How was she supposed to work? 

Uraraka wedged her ass as far as it could go back in the seat, stifling a burp as she did so. God, she needed something to drink. Maybe a frappachino… it had been awhile. But first, she wiggled into her seat as tight as it could go and tried to pull her chair into the desk with no avail. 

She looked at her stomach and winced. She preferred to keep the lowest hanging part of it hidden by the desk, but desperate measures… 

She scooped it up in her arms and sat the brunt of it down on the tabletop. 

She sighed in relief. 

The weight that had been straining on her back was immense, and now the burden was somewhat alleviated. It sent her massive boobs up to her neck, and it was still hard to get her pudgy arms around her figure, but at least she could type. 

She was dreading having to get up to go get her after-breakfast snack, when her saving angel appeared. “Your morning protein shake. Thought I’d grab it for you as I was walking by,” Bubblegum said, passing it to Uraraka’s grubby hands. 

Uraraka lit up, forgetting about her embarrassing position as she saw food. Lately, she could forget anything for food. “Ooh, thank you!” she said, skipping the straw to drink straight from the cup. She missed Bubblegum’s disgusted face. 

“You know, it’s meant to be enjoyed with a straw,” she said. 

“It’s faster this way,” Uraraka said, oblivious to her own greediness. She gulped down the thickened milkshake happily. “You can get more quicker.” 

“Well, then… Enjoy ,” Bubblegum said. Uraraka did as much, having the protein shake and then managing to wiggle out of her seat to get two more. She was used to drinking them all morning at this point, but under the hypnosis, she found herself drooling at the checkout counter, staring off into space. 

This full, and this sated, she was starting to lose herself.

It was official. Uraraka couldn’t fit in her uniform anymore. 

For the third time.

Her gut hung over the black skirt, obscuring half of it from view as she stood. She had to shimmy while she walked, terrified of exposing a buttcheek. Her boobs peaked out from under the bottom of the crop top. 

“I’m sorry… Do you think I could go up a size?” Uraraka asked Poison Ink, cheeks stained pink. She’d yet to run into Bubblegum that day or think about food. Her uniform had taken up most of her thoughts that morning.

Poison Ink looked unimpressed. “You should have asked sooner. And you shouldn’t have needed to ask at all. If you want to be out in the field, you’re going to have to start taking your health seriously.” 

Uraraka nodded. “You’re right,” she said. “Just… just let me get done the Fushimi Inari reports, and then I’ll be back to hitting the gym.” 

“See that you do,” Poison Ink decided. 

To her credit, Uraraka did try. If she didn’t have so many unknown factors at work in her life, she may have even succeeded. She tried to eat vegetables, but each time she sat down for a salad, her department announced a surprise pizza party or a build-your-own-burrito day. When she tried to find time to go to the gym, she was invited out for ice cream or coffee by her marketing manager. When she tried to stay focused on her work, she found herself eying the potato chips she hadn’t remembered leaving out on her desk. 

It didn’t help that the other interns weren’t kind to her. They whispered behind her back, confused how the fatass had managed to become the Marketing VIP’s favorite. 

She held back a burp as she heard even Indigo agree with Matches. “ It’s like she’s trying to become her own planet…” 

“Maybe she’s trying to create her own gravity, rather than remove everyone else’s.” 

Uraraka would normally tear up at something so mean, but instead she ended up turning to the large box of cookies that was underneath her desk for moments like these. She dunked it in her peanut butter milkshake that she’d been electing for lately at the protein shake stand. (What? Peanuts had protein! It still counted.) 

She had to focus on being skinny again, she was the laughing stock of the whole town. 

But oh, cookies were so good… 

Still, later that day, they have a meeting, and Uraraka finds that it’s hard to squeeze into the much tinier chairs in the conference room. It hurts her hips to squeeze in, and she has to keep her heavy thighs completely zipped together. Her belly doesn’t have room to sag, and her rolls are three times as pronounced as she sits crammed in a seat, clasping her hands to try to take up as little space as possible. 

The heroes at the company show video footage of their last villain encounter, and Iida and Deku are on the scene, fit and fighting and saving the day. 

Uraraka hasn’t been on patrol once , and she’d been having trouble showering without getting out of breath. 

It’s a devastating blow, made even more devastating when she has to wait for the conference room to empty out so she isn’t seen trapped and wiggling in her chair. It’s near impossible to get out on her own, but she manages. 

She needs to stop eating so much, but first, one last big meal. She needs a big pot of macaroni and cheese to heal the wounds of seeing her old crush and best friend fight crime without her.

As Bubblegum sits a triple decker cheeseburger on the table in front of Uraraka as a treat for lunch, she burst into tears. 

“I’m sorry,” Uraraka said. “I’m just… I really want to be a hero that works with you in the future, but these days it’s like I can’t control my stomach.” She’d weighed herself recently and she was more than three times what she weighed in high school. And it had happened so quickly! It had only been ten months since she graduated. Her belly was so big, she had to part her legs for it to rest comfortably between them, and her ass hung off the cafeteria bench. She was huge. 

Bubblegum, meanwhile, was really starting to tire of Uraraka and her stupid emotions. She was either crying or dumb as a post, and Bubblegum was tired of listening to it. If this weren’t for the League, she’d have let Uraraka go a long time ago. Her eating habits weren’t likely to change now. “Oh, you poor thing,” she patronized, reaching forward to wipe a tear from her chubby cheek. Even her face had gotten fat. “You know, I went through a similar thing when I first got an office job. You just need to get back to the gym, that will help you.” 

Uraraka sniffled. “I just… I don’t have time.” 

“I’ll help you sneak away,” Bubblegum assured, although spending more time with Uraraka sounded like a nightmare. Still, there was a sick satisfaction in seeing the fruits of her labor. Uraraka really had gotten huge, and it was at least a little funny to see the big animal pretend she could still climb stairs without having a heart attack. “I’ll steal you tomorrow morning. I’ll make sure Poison Ink knows it’s a decision from the top executives.” 

Uraraka sniffled. “Thank you, I’m so fortunate to have a mentor like-” 

“Don’t worry about it, just eat, ” Bubblegum said and Uraraka found herself obeying, shoving the cheeseburger in her mouth with a moan. 

“ Cheese ,” she said, forgetting she’d even been crying in the first place. 

Bubblegum smirked, knowing Uraraka was already too far gone to hear her. “That’s right, fatso. Cheese.” 

She picked at her salad idly as Uraraka finished five massive cheeseburgers and leaned back, red-faced and sweating. She certainly was a spectacle. The cafeteria bench bowed beneath her weight.

“Did you finish your lunch, Fatty?” Bubblegum asked. 

Uraraka just groaned. There was mustard staining her face. Gross. 

“Why don’t you go get some dessert. Here’s my card. Ask for a full birthday cake. You’ll eat it and like it, pig.” 

Uraraka got up, and just that alone seemed near impossible for the girl, her knees shaking as they supported her bulk. As she waddled towards the bakery, Bubblegum spotted a tear in her tights, fat cellulite poking through. 

Uraraka had let herself go in ways Bubblegum had never anticipated. She was barely human in her eyes. At this point, fattening her was like fattening a prized pig. 

She’d like to see how far Uraraka could go.

“What kind of training are we doing?” Uraraka asked the next morning, and Bubblegum had to scoff. The girl looked ridiculous, packed into workout clothes for someone half her size.

“We’ll start with some meditation,” Bubblegum said. “You can start by sitting on the yoga mat across from me.” 

Uraraka sat down, clearly struggling to get to the floor with her newfound girth. Her stomach pushed even further out of her pants as she managed to sit, roles of fat stacking on top of each other. “Okay… and now?” 

“Now, close your eyes,” Bubblegum said. Uraraka did as she was told. “And just… rest.” 

Uraraka obeyed for a moment before frowning. “Um… but isn’t the point of training not to rest?” she asked, and Bubblegum was starting to get tired of the fat oaf’s backtalk. Spending hours of her week with this idiot was really beginning to drive her crazy. 

“This is just the warmup,” she said. “Now close your eyes and… you’re hungry ,” she said, switching the tone of the meditation. Of course, Uraraka would not be exercising. She would be eating. That was her only purpose now.  “You’re drooling. Go find the nearest McDonalds and eat until you’re stuffed. When you’re done, come back here like you just finished your workout.” She had never been able to give full instructions as part of her hypnosis before, but lately, Uraraka was obeying more of what she had to say - either because she was too stupid to make decisions for herself, or because she had been under Bubblegum’s influence so long. 

Uraraka struggled to get off the floor, but she was a woman possessed. She lumbered out of the gym, although she had to rest several times, leaning on various gym equipment to catch her breath. It was truly a pathetic display. Bubblegum was relieved when she was gone. 

Helping Uraraka “train” would be annoying, but hopefully it would help keep the girl oblivious to what was really going on. Although given the way she’d started mindlessly snacking on candy at her desk, drooling around her chubby fingers, she was oblivious to almost everything these days. 

Uraraka watched her friends fight crime on TV, trying to shove her hand into a canister of Pringles. It wouldn’t fit. These days, her fat hands couldn’t even get the last fry out of a McDonald’s take out container. 

She gave up and poured them into her mouth along with a swig of soda. 

The TV was upsetting rather than exciting these days. Her training with Bubblegum was apparently going well, but she couldn’t remember any of it. At least she had pizza to ease her worries. Speaking of, where was that? It was supposed to be delivered an hour ago. 

The door bell rang and Uraraka struggled to her feet. Her range of motion was significantly depleted. She could barely move her fat arms. 

The walk she managed to the door was more of a toddle than anything, and she must have looked like hell when she opened the door. These days, she was perpetually exhausted with drool on her chin and a dumb look on her face. 

“Here’s your piz- Oh. It’s you again. We’re not supposed to deliver here anymore. The new kid must have taken your order by mistake.” 

“Pizza,” Uraraka said, unable to think of anything else.

The pizza man huffed. “You know, you should really think of ordering something healthier.” 

“I’m on a training program,” Uraraka said, taking the pizza and slamming the door in his face. She leaned against the door frame, out of breath. Getting to the door wasn’t as easy as it used to be. Had it always been this tiring?

Maybe she should just eat her pizza in bed. Then she wouldn’t have to get back up again for the evening. 

“Should you really be eating that?” Matches asked as Uraraka dug a fork into the center of a cherry pie. 

“I’m on a training program,” Uraraka said. 

Indigo watched with a wince as Uraraka shoveled spoonful after spoonful of peanut butter into her mouth during a afternoon meeting, pointedly ignoring the footage of Froppy and Alien Queen rescuing citizens from a fire on the projector. 

“Is that a good idea?” Indigo asked. 

“I’m on a training program,” Urararka said.

Uraraka crammed a full muffin into her mouth, hurriedly chasing it with a swig of her boba tea. 

“That’s disgusting,” The Flying Panda said. 

“Training program,” Uraraka said with cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.

“No eating smelly foods at your desk,” Poison Ink informed her as she gulped down truffle mac and cheese. 

Uraraka just groaned. This was all part of her training program after all. She’d been going everyday rain or shine, oblivious to the fact that Bubblegum was just stuffing her full of fast food and having her nap it off for an hour and half. She was the fattest and laziest she’d ever been.

It came time for the annual fitness test at work. Those who passed with flying colors would almost certainly get their chance as pro-sidekicks in the coming years. Those who failed would have to wait another year to reattempt. 

Uraraka sat at the sidelines of the gym. She’d been training for the past two months with Bubblegum, and while she had a hazy memory of her training, her manager assured her that she’d been doing well. 

To everyone else in the office, Uraraka was a laughing stock. 

The girl had been given a different uniform than the rest. No one wanted to see her sweaty fat rolls any longer. People snickered behind their hands at her large double chin. Working with her on any project was a nightmare, she was so preoccupied by food she couldn’t think about anything else. It was typical to spot her with cheese dust around her mouth and soda sloshed onto her t-shirt. 

She was the office fatty, and even now, she seemed unaware of her fate. 

“Uraraka Ochako… You’re up. Please begin your examination.” 

Uraraka, who’d been sitting much like a toddler with her legs spread out in front of her, tried to shift her weight forward to get up off the ground. She couldn’t sit cross-legged anymore, she had too much leg and tummy fat in the way. Staggering up off the ground was a multi-step process as she struggled to her hands and knees and then used the wall to get to her feet. 

“First step. 60 crunches. You will be timed.” 

Uraraka, who was already red in the face, sat in the center of the room. “Wait,” she said. “Usually I have a protein shake before-” 

“Good luck getting a protein shake in the field,” the assessor said. “Let’s hurry this up.” 

Uraraka’s stomach let out a large gurgle but she did manage to get to the ground. She started on her sit ups and immediately realized - she couldn’t. 

She couldn’t. 

No matter what she did. 

She tried to use her arms for momentum, stretching them out in front of her as she tried valiantly to lift her head and shoulders from the ground. She tried to use her legs as a counter weight. Desperate, she kicked and flailed in the air, but to no avail. Her stomach rolls were completely in the way, and honestly? Uraraka hadn’t even attempted a sit-up since UA. 

People started whispering, and Uraraka - who was starving and therefore her most clear-headed - realized they were talking about her. 

Her cheeks turned pink, and not just from exertion. 

“Can you even do one?” the assessment coach asked. 

“I-” Uraraka squeaked, but the coach cut her off. 

“You’ve been trying for a minute, you’re not going to pass with that pathetic attempt,” he said. “Should we even bother with the rest of the exam requirements?” 

“I have to,” she said. “I have to be a hero, I-” 

“Okay, fine. 60 burpees. I’d like to see you try.” 

Uraraka managed to her feet, but it wasn’t easy. She kicked and managed to roll onto her stomach, staggering to hands and knees and then barely managing to her feet. She was out of breath, and she was near tears as she heard people laughing. 

“Any time now,” the coach said, and Uraraka immediately tried to drop into a pushup position. 

The floor shook as she landed flat on her stomach, knocking the wind out of her as her fat pancaked on the ground. 

“Okay, that’s enough, this is pathetic,” the coach said, genuinely disturbed the recruit’s poor shape and Uraraka scrambled, but getting up and down from the floor this many times in a row made her weak, and she tried and failed to get up several times. 

“No, I can- I can-” 

“No, you can’t,” the coach said. “Someone roll her out of here, let the next person test.” 

Someone started pushing at Uraraka but she managed to get up on her own, albeit barely. She waddled off to the restroom in a hurry, tears building up in her eye. She’d have to wait until next year to pass the exam. She was devastated. 

Later that night, even without Bubblegum, Uraraka sat at the local pizza shop and ate six full sized pizzas by herself. Tonight, she didn’t care about her weight anymore. She just wanted comfort. 

“Uraraka none of these reports are right,” Poison Ink said. “They’re weeks late, and they’re a mess. What excuse do you have?” 

Uraraka jumped out of a daze. She’d been staring out the window for the past twenty minutes. There was a bird on the tree branch outside, and it was so pretty… “I’m sorry… what did you say?” 

“I said, your work is a mess!” Poison Ink said. “And so are you! When is the last time you ate an apple that wasn’t baked into an apple pie?” 

Uraraka wasn’t sure. She picked up the thick slice of apple cake she had on her desk. “Does apple cake count? Because I’m eating that now.” 

Poison Ink huffed. “Listen… you can’t keep doing this. First of all, there’s too many snacks in your desk. Throw them all out.” 

Now this caught Uraraka’s attention. “Wh-what?” she asked, but Poison Ink was already using one of her tentacles to grab for Uraraka’s trashcan. 

“All food, in the bin, now. And the, you are going to focus on your work. No more eating on your shift. No more staring out the window. Use your brain. Work for a living.” 

“Work…” Uraraka said. 

“Yes, work ,” Poison Ink said slowly as if speaking to a child. “Now hurry up, food in the bin.” 

It was enough to snap Uraraka out of her daze. Her face burned red as she started throwing away heaps and heaps of junk food. She was so embarrassed, and the whole office was watching. Her cubicle looked like the junk food aisle at the grocery store and her trash was overflowing by the time she was done. 

“Good,” Poison Ink said. “Now focus. Fix these and have them on my desk by tomorrow morning.” 

Uraraka bit her bottom lip but took the papers from Poison Ink and started to peer at them. The numbers all seemed… fuzzy. Honestly, she couldn’t even remember where to start, and all afternoon, all she could think about was the trashcan sitting just outside her cubicle. There were oreos in there. Custard cream pies. Twinkies. 

Her stomach growled as she worked. 

“ Look-”
“Did you see-?”
“Oh my god…” 

Uraraka was oblivious as the others walked by her desk, peering inside and getting a view of not just the sweets piled up in the trash, but also Uraraka’s latest wardrobe malfunction - her skirt had been getting rather tight these days, and it was difficult to keep it in place. All the wiggling and bending over she’d done to clear out her bottom shelves had made it slide down, and a good foot of asscrack was on display.

She was a fattened hog, roasted and sat on the dinner table for her coworkers to point and stare at. And frankly, she was too dazed and distracted to realize it. 

Even without distractions, she spends the entire afternoon getting nothing done, and everyone goes home without her. The lights shut off one by one as Uraraka rubs her stomach and eyes the trashcan. 

Surely… 

No.

But… 

She ends up getting to her hands and knees on the floor, sitting heavily next to the trashcan. Just something off the top won’t hurt, right? She’s hungry. 

She starts to eat from the box of twinkies on top of the trash pile. Like a scavenging racoon, she picks anything wrapped safe from the top of the trashcan. The amount of food was massive, but not more massive than what Uraraka’s stomach could hold and she ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, until suddenly the trash can was just full of wrappers and she let out a burps he hadn’t realized she’d been holding. 

That was… that was crazy. She shouldn’t have done that. She was aware enough to know that she was acting unhinged and she needed to stop or at least leave the scene of the crime.

She moved to get to her feet, but her stomach was so full and these days, it took so much effort to get off the ground. She kicked, knowing the first step was rolling to her side. Then she could roll to her stomach and get on her hands and knees. 

But try as she might, she just couldn’t roll. She couldn’t even lay back. Her ass got in the way of her laying down fully, and she was stuck sitting up, looking at oreo crumbs on her shirt and stomach. 

She had really let herself go. 

She tried to get up again and couldn’t 

She’s about to call for help, desperate as she struggles, when she hears women’s heels clacking. She freezes, like a little kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

“Well, look what we have here,” Bubblegum said. 

Uraraka looked up. “It’s… it’s not what it looks like,” she said, hiccuping. God, she’s so full. She burps. She can’t hold it back. 

“Oh, it’s exactly what it looks like,” Bubblegum said, “But I didn’t even cause it this time… You did this all on your own.” 

“Wh-what?” Uraraka asked again, hiccuping in the middle. Her stomach hurts. 

“You’re just a glutton, aren’t you? Through and through. All you care about is food. Look… look at your eyes… All you’re watching is this, huh?” She dangled a bag of McDonalds in front of Uraraka’s face and watched as her eyes traced it back and forth. “You skinny bitches think you’re so much better than everyone, but look at you… you’re a slob. A useless blob. You can’t even get up, can you. Can’t even hear me, can you? Well, eat up ,” Bubblegum says, knowing Uraraka won’t remember her words come morning. “That’s all you have left to live for anyway.” 

Uraraka does eat up, moaning around the cheeseburger like it’s pleasuring her, even as she’s too fat too stand. Her arms are so heavy, she can’t even lift her elbows, but she manages to eat the food she’s given. 

Bubblegum just watches, amused. When Uraraka’s recovered some, she’ll take her home. The piggy will still need to eat come the morning… It was the weekend, but Bubblegum could still treat her to breakfast.

“Uraraka? Uraraka, we’re going to have to let you go.” 

Uraraka didn’t answer, just moaned as she guzzled down fried chicken at her desk. Lately, the smell of food from all her takeout had been making her coworkers complain, and Uraraka hadn’t turned in any paperwork in two weeks. 

“Are you paying attention? I’m saying you’re fired,” Poison Ink said.

This caught Urarka’s attention. She put her chicken down for a moment. “Wh-what?” she asked, hiccuping in the middle, but as soon as she asked, she forgot her own question and started gnawing on the chicken bone again absently. 

“Fired. You’re a mess. There’s food all over your face, your trash is overflowing, you’re not getting work done, you’re a menace to the office. I’m sorry, but you’re fired,” Poison Ink said. 

For some reason, that wasn’t as upsetting of a thought as it usually would be for Uraraka. Lately, work had felt like a massive chore. Beside, there was eating to do. There was chicken. 

She started digging into a new piece. “What?” she asked again, forgetting what they’d been talking about. 

“You’re fired,” Poison Ink said, stealing the food right out of her hands. “Get your things and go.” 

Uraraka was startled by this, looking up with grease all over her face. Her top chin was shiny. She had three at this point, but the top one always got the brunt of her food mess. “Oh-oh.” She stifled a burp. “Okay.” 

She tried to get up. 

She kicked her feet. 

She tried to get up. 

“Just give me a minute,” she said. 

“I can’t believe this,” Poison Ink said with an eye roll. She tried to give Uraraka a pull, and while the portly girl managed to her feet, her rolling chair came with her, hips wedged into the arms of the chair. Uraraka only giggled. She was too stupid to be embarrassed anymore. 

“Whoops,” she said, and then tipped her face into the french fries sitting on her desk. 

She ate - face first - as her coworkers had to call the fire department to saw the chair off her body. Later, she’d hear about this incident and feel embarrassed, but right now, the only thing that mattered to her was food. 

Shigaraki looked into the room housing their most recent acquisition. 

“Transporting her was difficult,” Bubblegum said. “But it turns out, she won’t require any more hypnosis to stay like this. Her intelligence has been reduced to that of a pig. Keep a trough in front of her, and she’ll be useless as a hero for life.” 

“Oh, how the mighty fall,” Shigaraki said fondly, looking on as the blob laid on her stomach, head shoved face first into a chocolate cake. “You know, she wanted to make headlines… something tells me she will, just not the way she intended.” 

“‘Fallen Hero Chooses Food Over Future,’” Bubblegum hypothesized. “Sounds like something on the front cover of a tabloid.”

“See that it happens,” Shigaraki said. “This girl pissed me off when she was a kid… It’s her turn to be the laughing stock. 

Bubblegum nodded and left the lair for the last time. Her work here was done.