Toph had slung her yellow tunic's belt over her shoulder halfway through their journey to the temple; her stomach was bulging outward enough to make even the first notch aggravatingly tight. The garment now flowed open, revealing her green shirt and the upper portion of her identically dyed pants. Unlike her robe, her green shirt was icing-blotch and grease stain free, having enjoyed the protection of her tunic for all of her previous meals. Katara, noticing Toph's wardrobe alteration, noted that many of the flaps and folds that used to indicate the looseness of Toph's undershirt had disappeared, the extra fabric being employed by her gut. Katara herself was dreading their arrival; Suki was far less airheaded than Ty Lee, and would surely be disturbed at how porcine she was becoming. Katara also knew she had begun to get used to breaking wind freely around Toph. She wouldn't be so rude around Suki and Ty Lee, but being able to vent her nearly constant stomachaches, even if it was a barely-audible little belch, was starting to become one of life's little pleasures for Katara. The young waterbender shook her head a little as they approached Kiyoshi Temple. "Thank goodnessi'm being cured...I seriously think this chi block scrambles your thoughts..." she considered.

Ty Lee had grown impatient by the time she, Katara, and Toph had reached the temple that served as the headquarters for the Kiyoshi Warriors. Arguably the most physically fit young lady that Aang had come into contact with during his journeys, her swift and fluid walking pace quickly outstripped her companions, who were moving even more sluggishly than their overweight frames would suggest due to the heaps of rice they had devoured just moments before setting out.

The main training hall of the temple was empty but lit. "Wait, Ty Lee, why aren't there any guards over Kiyoshi's relics?"
Ty Lee grinned. "I already told you, I skipped out on watch duty today! Now, you said Azula did this?" Ty Lee mimed the motions Katara had demonstrated back at the Inn. Katara nodded, her chin retracting into the softness of her face a little. "That's good, just the last strike was much harder than the first few, and that second pointed strike sort of went in a downwards arc."

Ty Lee attempted it again, effortlessly converting Katara's vague terms into their closest chi-blocking counterparts. She was a little impressed with Azula. "Y'know I would never would have guessed that this combination of strikes would block someone's chi. Maybe its because she's a bender? I know firebending's supposed to be all stomach-y in its source." Ty Lee wiggled her fingers over her lean and femininely muscular midsection.

"Maybe I should give Firebending a shot, then." Toph gave her belly a proud slap, jiggling the ever-growing bowl of flab beneath her shirt.
Katara then decided she had heard her last fat-positive comment for a long time. "Please, Ty Lee, reverse this now?"
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Katara and Toph had stripped off their robes and outer clothes to reveal their midsections and lined up for Ty Lee, who had stepped up to Katara. "Ok; this should be easy!" Ty Lee delivered a series of quick jabs with the tips of her fingers to Katara's doughy midriff. "Feel any better?"

"-Burrraaaap-!" Katara replied, spraying Ty Lee's face with spittle, making her scrunch up her features. "I'm so sorry! Its just that my stomach isn't settled yet from my meal and you kept poking me!"
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Ty Lee had broken a sweat after her fifth try at reversing the chi block. "Maybe I can't strike the points properly because all that tummy fat you've got...." Ty Lee mused. Katara reddened, her expression a visage of growing horror . Toph was delighted at the suggestion. "Then I guess I'm not losing my appetite anytime soon! Good try Ty Lee! I heard this place has good desserts, lets go raid a restaurant!"

Katara grabbed Ty Lee's shoulder. "Wait, wait! Maybe you just aren't striking hard enough! I don't care if you bruise me, just fix this!"

"Katara?! Toph?!" A more mature voice than Ty Lee's rang through the nearly empty training hall.

Suki, clad in Kiyoshi armor and face paint, was advancing up to the girls.
"It's great to see you....but....are you both ok?" Katara could see Suki's shocked expression through her heavily painted features; her eyes kept darting to Ty Lee's, as if begging for an explanation as to why they were both at the temple in the middle of the night, and to why they looked so....different.

Ty Lee looked as if a bolt of inspiration had hit her. "I know!" Ty Lee gave an aerial flip, landed in front of Suki, and delivered a series of strikes to her abdomen. Suki gasped in surprise, expecting a story from Ty Lee, not an assault, and promptly fainted after the final blow was completed. "Ty Lee, did you just perform the technique on Suki?!"

Ty Lee didn't look satisfied. "Its easy to make someone faint if you miss a point...maybe I've just been the one screwing up." her briefly downcast expression suddenly sparked back to an inspired grin. "You said this technique makes you really hungry? I'll know for sure if I'm getting the points right if I do this then!" Ty Lee arced her hand around to her midsection, and delivered the same pattern of blows to her own body. She swooned briefly, but with an acrobat's talent kept herself steady. "Wow. I do feel hungry. This works fast! I can definitely fix you up Katara, but you're going to have to help. On the count of three, take a fast step forward as I run at you! If the first blow strikes deep enough, that is all we should need to get things going! Toph might be harder, but maybe if I use a staff it can work. Then I'll fix myself, of course. Oh...and Suki. She's going to be maaaaaad at me."

Katara, standing mouth agape as she watched Ty Lee afflict both Suki and herself with a chi block, could only nod. Ty Lee took a few steps back. "Ready?"
"Yeah, I am." Katara was smiling, confident that this would be the end of her problems. However shoddy Ty Lee's methodology may be, she had absolute confidence in her abilities; she was always a formidable opponent while working with Azula.

Ty Lee charged, beginning her count. "One, two, -" Katara took a steady step forward. Bringing all of her weight to bear, she stomped up a pace...uprooting a floorboard with her bulk as she did. Ty Lee tripped over the sudden hurdle, flew laterally across the room, and came down hard onto her side.

Katara spun around. "Ty Lee!" she willed her out-of-shape body to run, feeling like she was moving with a couple of sandbags saddled below her hips.

"I...I think I fractured my wrist...." Ty Lee whimpered.