Toph had had a pleasant morning making sure Suki ate her fill. The more wildly inappropriate the food Toph presented her with, the more her complaints and calorie intake seemed to increase. By the time she had begun deep-frying pastries Suki was in her own little world. Not even bothering to get out of her pajamas after engorging herself, Suki now reclined in the main room of her house on a cushy futon-like piece of furniture that would be able to seat three if Suki hadn't stretched her body across its entirety, one hand on her bulky midriff, a dazed but pleased look in her eye.

Toph's own stomach demanded more food with an audible rumble and a gassy string of belches. She had of course eaten several pounds of sausage over the course of Suki's meal, but her bustling around the kitchen for Suki gave her fewer opportunities to stuff herself, cutting her consumption down to somewhere around what a normal person would eat in a day's time. She felt a little wrong about this; playing the mommy was much more Katara's deal. In fact, despite the circumstances, Toph guessed Katara would have been a little proud of what she had accomplished over the past few days; she had nurtured a sword-straight (and rapier-skinny!) soldier into a state of immature complacency. It takes a certain degree of doting to accomplish that! The more she thought about it, the happier she was Katara wasn't around to see it; she worked hard to let everyone around her know that she was by no means soft. Even now, she would rankle at the thought of someone using that adjective for anything other than her body. Even then, Toph (all five feet of her) would vastly prefer being called "huge" or "gigantic". Whenever she'd pick up the gossip whispered behind her generously wide back with her acute hearing, she absolutely loved when "pudgy" and "chubby" got drowned out by "big as a house!" and "mammoth!".

Toph's small body had swelled and swelled, placing her in the neighborhood of 175 pounds. For a girl of her height, that much poundage smothered every aspect of her body with a thick slab of fat. Of course, her stomach, which was nearing her knees, was the star attraction. Her baggy green shirt was now skin tight, and still released two inches or so of her snowy-looking flesh to exposure to the outside world. Perhaps more impressive was how wide her stomach was; Toph's upper legs pushed against the curtain of flesh as she walked, so often mid stride she would switch to a waddle, or if she was able to, a little earthbending mobility that required no actual movement of her body aside from a few hand gestures (which Toph found tedious with the bulk that had swallowed up her upper arms, but at least her stomach didn't get in the way...much). Her new chin was a thick U-shaped slab under the natural contour of her face. Whenever Toph turned her head, excess flesh would push to the left or to the right, slightly reducing her head's range of motion. Toph was thankful for her crystal-clear vibrational vision, as if she tried to look down with her eyes, she was sure her double chin would stop part of the effort and her belly would obscure whatever visibility she'd have left. Her lower body was thicker, but Toph guessed one of Katara's legs was almost (but not quite, thanks to Toph's devotion to her gluttony) thick enough to account for both of hers. All in all, Toph's body was wide, almost round, and very cumbersome. Her stomach stopped her from scooting her chairs too close to tables, which frustrated Toph as much as being expected to sit on something like a stool frustrated Katara. Of course, Toph had no problems with just sitting on the floor and eating, legs beginning to splay to make room for her stomach fat. It was the position she had assumed after making sure Suki was properly gorged to gobble up all remaining "leftovers" (Toph rarely made it possible to truly run out of food, even before she started working on Suki). It was also the position in which Katara and Ty Lee found her.

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Katara stomped over to Toph quickly, causing plate-rattling vibrations on the nearby table. Toph could feel that Katara had, like her, put on a few since their first night at Kiyoshi Island.
She steeled herself for a tongue-lashing, but instead received an extremely level tone of voice from her friend. "I don't need to repeat myself. I think Ty Lee's probably too fat to get cured by now, and Suki didn't sound any better, from her description." The acrobat chimed in, slightly offended. "Hey, I've gained like, half a pound at most! Look, I can still do a cartwheel!" Ty Lee steadied herself, rocked her upper body back and forth, giving her chest a small, rhythmic bounce, and then stumbled a bit, resting her hand on a wall. Ty Lee frowned. "I'll show you guys when I haven't eaten in a while, I can't do it on a full stomach." Ty Lee bent over into a nearby bag, giving Katara a look at her now doubly-wide buttocks, and picked up a danish to nosh on.

Katara put a hand on her cheek shook her head. Turning her attention back to Toph, she calmly explained her plans for Azula's manhunt. Toph raised an eyebrow. "Y'know, that's a good idea. If she can "fix" us, I want no part of it, but I've always wanted a real peace of her, especially with my new bending strength!" Katara nodded, not wanting to say anything to revoke the first agreement they've had that wasn't steak-related in a long time. Ty Lee, who had finished her danish and had taken to sucking on her fingers one-by-one, also gave her assent. "If she looks anything like you guys, she's probably sitting on defenseless townsfolk while pillaging towns of their candy supplies. She's a meanie when she's trying to carry out one of her little plans." Suki, hearing Katara's voice, wandered into the kitchen, hair mussed and feet bare. "I'm coming with you, and so are some of the Kiyoshi warriors; we've gotten good at hunting down that particular menace, I think. Katara's eyes widened; she'd never seen Suki so slovenly before. She also noticed her shoulders and head were inclined slightly past her waist; Suki was slouching! Katara figured it had something to do with her figure,a generous gut and wide, heavy looking breasts, but Toph was quite large around the middle, and even she had the presence of mind to put in the slightest bit of extra effort to hold herself upright. "Of course you both can come. I want you all to review these supply lists; I ordered plenty of food, but..."

All three girls simultaneously darted for the list in Katara's hands. Toph got there first and tried to snatch the list, with the intention of impatiently holding it up for someone to read out loud to her. Ty Lee had already started to demand an array of sweets, and wanted desperately to write "lots of bags of sugar!!!, Oh and sugarcane!" across Katara's neatly printed items. Suki realized cheese might not have shown up on the list, which was now unacceptable to her. All three girls had plowed into Katara, resulting in a rather gassy, wriggling pileup, the force of which knocked a potted plant from the kitchen windowsill. Toph had rolled across Katara's back, making her buck under her weight, pushing her rear the highest into the air as she tried to get her upper body to lift against Toph's stomach, which was now resting on her head! Ty Lee, who had tripped and kneed Katara in the side, fallen into Toph and had pressed her chest into her face. Suki had been almost been thrown clear of the wreckage, but was close enough to dig her hands into one of Katara's generous butt cheeks as a handhold to help her get to her feet. Her shirt had ridden up, revealing her jutting stomach. She couldn't help but cringe a little at the smell; being anywhere close to Katara's butt was comparable to being behind a particularly flatulent mother elephant. However, noticing Katara's ponderous rear end had compressed and adhered to a greasy piece of ham, she couldn't help but peel it off and indulge, her slouch returning once she finally righted herself.

Ty Lee spoke first after the human crash. "Girls , I wish I could say you all look and smell better up close, but I think we should just put the list on the table. No huddling over it either!" Toph chose this moment to belch into Ty Lee's cleavage, releasing a noise that sounded much like a raspberry and sending a ripple through her chest's fat reserves. Ty Lee jumped back, a little startled by the force of Toph's point-blank belch.