Liu gathered all the courage she could muster, ate more than she should have for breakfast out of fear that she would faint in a panic during the confrontation, then proceeded to march out onto the decks. The waifish Kiyoshi warrior pondered what Katara and Toph now looked like.. She had seen Toph and Katara when they boarded the steamer, and they were already a sight to behold. What surprised Liu most was how cumbersomely they walked, as if their flab was finally outstripping their muscle, making each step strenuous exercise. http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/1083/...
But now? It had been two weeks. Ty Lee and the Commander were also always up there...could they be eating as much as the bulky pair she watched feed on the endless offerings brought up from the lower deck? Liu bounded through the corridor and into the sunlight of the main deck.
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Katara watched another one of Suki's soldiers get approached by Ty Lee, whose physical condition had deteriorated immensely since they boarded, but was still eager to perform her favorite new ki block on willing young ladies who could still see their feet. Every time she watched one pick up her bad habits, she felt a pang of guilt down in the depths of her gut, momentarily distinguishable from the gnawing hunger. Katara had shoveled far more high fat, high carb, low nutrition meals into her waiting stomach than she could care to admit these last two weeks, but every meal had been the pinnacle of restraint. She would never let herself indulge as much as she wanted, and as a result her body swelled at far less aggressive rate than Toph these past two weeks.

For her hard work, Katara figured she had only hung another 100 pounds of flesh onto her frame. Her face had ballooned into a doughy, constantly blushing confection like Toph had developed, her limbs were gently buried in miniature lakes of adipose, never again to form a harsh angle, and her stomach was now an ample apron that rested on thighs that resembled tree trunks when she sat (which was nearly all the time.) Her new floppy stomach had surprised her; it had grown in bit by bit every day, and truth be told, she thought the blob of coffee-tone flesh now occupying her lap looked quite nice on her; it was better than all of her inevitable weight gain going straight to her hips. While she now took up the space of seven skinny girls instead of five when she brought her bulk down to rest for hours upon hours at a time, she had been expecting at least nine by now.

Toph's voice rang out from across the deck. "Hey Katara, -Ooooooarp!- this is rich! She's not here to relax with us, actually Ma- Maduuurraaaap! Madame broomhandle here thinks Suki should cut back on the calories! She sounds just like you, except she doesn't have her mouth full all the time!" Toph had craned the huge ring of fat that was her neck, causing her face to squish deep inside the softness piled up around her. Toph bended her imposing clay throne to lift up her stomach, letting her stretch her legs out enough to put the slightest bit of weight on them. Clay disks also under the sway of Toph's bending pushed up against each arm to support the waves of fat that had draped them, and that, along with the entire throne levitating a bit to slide her off into a standing position, allowed her to stand on own. "Look, I know we look kinda lazy, but let me tell you, Suki hasn't been happier in her entire life! She finally has a chance to be appreciated for all her hard work, and you should be too!"Apparently standing up with the weight of her arms and belly supported by bending force was still just a tad uncomfortable, as Toph reformed her throne facing Liu and let her body tip heavily back into the sitting position, her sweat-drenched body making a sound similar to a baby whale slamming onto the deck after an ill-timed jump from the ocean. It took Toph a moment to bend a loving cradle for her stomach, lifting it a bit so that it wouldn't flop over her bare, exceptionally filthy feet completely.

Ty Lee shoved the lollipop she was eagerly slurping on into the imposing cleavage line she had grown during the last fortnight. Ty Lee still insisted on wearing her old acrobat's clothes, and while they were form fitting and elastic, they still cut severely into her new gut, which was as taught and perky as a keglike potbelly could get. Even her belly button seemed to wink good naturally when her body vibrated. Her mouth now free for the first time this morning, Ty Lee gave her two cents. "Liu, I know you're bugging out, I guess I would be too if I didn't have a body like a sculpture model!" Ty Lee gave a little pose."But, the whole idea is we don't want anyone to have it bad! We want everyone to relax and have a blast!" Katara wondered if the were any rear ends with that much...jut...immortalized in stone, let alone Ty Lee's perky, super-potbelly. She had a point on the chest thing though. Katara felt her own tugging at her back muscles, resting against her stomach within the quadruple-wide coating of wrappings she applied nowadays. Sure they were big, but they loved gravity a little too much to be statuesque. Ty Lee's genetics were unparalleled; her boobs jut out, her gut jut out, her butt jut out, her personality jut out. She was too hefty to do acrobatics, her hips too wide and her breasts too bulging for proper aerodynamics, but she certainly acted like she could still perform her whole routine.

The scared-looking Kiyoshi warrior kept looking over to Suki, as if she couldn't believe her commander was napping on mattress-soft clay slab Toph had bent up for her. Katara had watched Toph spoil Suki rotten, feeding her with some of the worst junk to ever come out of their binging then goading her to sleep her days away. Suki's chin disappeared, her limbs became weak and burdened with shackles of softness far quicker than Katara or even Toph had grown them in, and her big, unwieldy gut rose like leavening bread day after day until Suki's chunkiness made it impossible for her to see over her stomach when reclining. It was like she had hand-picked all the girls' attributes most suitable to laziness and grew them in; her belly was as exercise-hindering as Toph's jutting gut was when she was still in the honeymoon phase with her gluttony, while her rear end had developed the saddlebags that made Katara feel like so beastly when walking about. Her breasts were growing in as fast as Ty Lee's, though they had none of their friend's buoyancy. Instead they rested heavily within her ill-fitting clothing, adding another two mounds of flesh between her head and her feet. Suki had developed a truly cringe-worthy slouch after week one; Toph quickly weaned her off the idea of walking after that.
Of course, Toph didn't like the idea of her soldiers getting wigged out by their new butterball commander, and naturally came to the solution that Suki should still lead, only on the front of gluttony, and with that, the new chi-blocking program had begun, loading up the laziest of the pack with luxuries while those who wished to keep their fitness were given extra duty and sometimes even hazed. Katara could overhear Liu's pleas to Toph and Ty Lee, for she had raised her voice in an attempt to wake her dozing commander up.

"...then she ran crying out of the room!" By the end of Liu's speech, Katara was seeing red; the benefits alone were unfair, but now some of the fattest of the bunch were becoming cruel, and Toph and Ty Lee seemed to find it funny! Katara heaved herself to her feet, and felt her flab come to life as she waddled over to Liu. Her stomach was hanging freely, butting against her groin. Her thighs rubbed past each other reluctantly, shaking each other up as they tried to force themselves past each other like badly-oiled factory parts. She felt butt cheeks rolling from side to side, spitting gas and quivering in myriad frequencies. The powerful -pop- jiggle that sprang into life whenever she finished a full step, the aftershock quiver that traveled up from her shaking thighs, the gentle opening and closing of the rolls of fat on her back, the perky shake that her hindquarters gave whenever she let out a particularly powerful burst of gas, and the gentle rock that was her body returning to a massive state of inertia as she stood in one place. Her breasts were too heavy to bounce but they were saturated enough by her constant perspiration to rub against each other gently at all times when in motion.
Katara stopped in front of Liu, noting the sensation of her extra chins quivering was new. She saw her grow even more pale than she had been previously; she knew instantly it was because of her smell. By the moon, their hygiene! All of them had grown used to a constant flow of flatulence, terrible breath, and a bad case of underarm odor carefully nurtured by weeks at sea without bathing, but even beyond that Ty Lee was such a sugar addict most of her body was sticky at any given time, Suki had cropped up patches of zits on her forehead and cheeks, with a few finding purchase on her wide, ungainly breasts, Toph had the terrible habit of of spraying flecks of food at whomever she was speaking to, and Katara found rivulets of drool flowing from her food-deprived lips whenever she didn't actively tried to control it. The stream often pattered against her breasts, sometimes forming a little pool if she was in a position that formed cleavage. To someone who hadn't been made into something similar to them, they must be revolting!

"But would it be a bad thing to get the ship used to us? You'll never lose all this weight, better make due." A voice whispered quietly in the back of her mind, desperately trying to assuage the guilt over what she had become.