CM: MHPrison

Series: My Hero Academia

Characters: Reader, Mandalay, Pixie-Bob

Contains: Reader POV+weight gain, immobility

Commission

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You were a criminal. Not a serious villain like the ones on TV, nothing of the sort. Just a string of petty little misdemeanors. You had begged for leniency from the judge and got it!

Of course, you got into trouble immediately after. There was no getting out of it this time. You expected a year or two, but fate thought otherwise. Your sentence was a slap on the wrist. You would be spared prison. All you had to do was submit to a new house arrest program. Something about living under the same roof as a hero. You wondered if it was to inspire people to turn to the right path.

Either way, you had an ankle monitor. If it came off, you WOULD get prison time. A police officer dropped you off in front of the house you’d be staying in. He watched you coldly as you shambled to the door. 

Ding dong

“Come in!” A woman’s voice sounded.

You obeyed and stepped inside. The house’s interior was quaint. Though you didn’t have to pay rent, so it was whatever. 

Inside, you saw two recognizable heroines. Mandalay and Pixie-Bob, two members of the Wild, Wild Pussycats.  You knew you’d be supervised by one hero, but two was a surprise. Though not as much the fact it was two FAMOUS PROS! You were a two-bit crook at the worst! Why were you not being supervised by some no-name local hero?!

Pixie-Bob giggled as she walked over to you. “Meow, looks who finally showed up! We were beginning to think you’d make a run for it.” She grabbed your shoulder and guided you further inside. “Come on in, come on in. We’ll all be living together for your sentence, so let’s get acquainted!” 

You tensed as the pro heroine pushed you along. Her sheer positivity was making you nervous. Especially when her hand moved from your shoulder, and she looped her entire arm around yours. You instinctively tested the grip. It was rock solid. 

Mandalay sat down on the living room couch and patted the spot next to her. “Come on and get comfy. There’s an orientation process.” Her smile was more reassuring. “Won’t it feel better to get that out of the way?” 

You couldn’t help but nod and sat down beside Mandalay. Pixie-Bob took the spot to your right, so you were stuck between the two. The TV was already on, so you directed your attention to it. It was what you expected. You were in trouble, and this was a new method to correct behavior. You would be stuck with the two for the year…and they could choose your rehabilitation method and dish out corrective measures as they saw fit.

You were nervous again.

The next screens looked differently styled. 

“A friend of ours made this part.” Pixie-Bob squeezed your arm. “It’s our custom plan to keep you on the straight and narrow.” She giggled. “Though not too narrow.”

You didn’t have time to react before Mandalay stuffed a tube in your mouth. A strap was fastened behind your head, which ensured you couldn’t spit it out. She then grabbed your other arm and squeezed tightly. You couldn’t break free no matter how hard you tried.

The TV displayed a character outline that swelled like a balloon. Both of the heroines squeezed closer until their lips were near your ears. 

Mandalay spoke first. “You have the bad habit of getting into trouble. Being too fat to move should prevent that, don’t you think?” 

“Yeah, and we’ll have plenty to play with. We’ve got to find some way to stay entertained all year~” Pixie-Bob pressed a remote and activated an unseen pump.

The tube in your mouth swelled, undulating as cream was pumped through it. It flooded your mouth, and you had no choice but to swallow. Your stomach instantly swelled. This wasn’t solely due to volume, no. The cream was rapidly turned into fat. Your belly stretched and softened until your shirt started to ride up. The Wild, Wild Pussycats used their free arms to grope and rub your stomach. You saw their fingers sink into your now supple flesh. It felt strangely nice, but the view was soon obscured. Your chest had started to grow, too. Fat, fleshy mounds now dominated your upper chest. Their growth was enough to stuff the last of your shirt. You stared in disbelief. This couldn’t be your body.

A twitch rocked your spine as Pixie-Bob groped your new chest. She felt the right glob in her grasp. It was shameless, lecherous fondling. She bit her lip and leaned in until her forehead touched yours. “If you’re good for the WHOLE year, then you can marry me~” 

“Pixie-Bob.” Mandalay sighed.

“What! I like the big ones! They already look sooooo good, too!” Pixie-Bob squeezed you again. “Oh, and if you’re bad…yeah, I’ll still have my fun either way.”

You groaned around the tube. This was from the strain of chugging cream as well as exasperation. You should have learned your lesson when you were shown leniency. Now you were a bloated fat ass pushing more than three hundred pounds. When would they turn the tube off? You had already started to take up the entire middle of the couch. Your hips pushed your supervisors away, and your fattened ass flattened the cushions beneath you. Your thighs bulged and swelled until your jeans started to be torn apart. Would they keep this up until you couldn’t walk? That would keep you from reoffending…but shouldn’t that have been the last resort punishment?!

Mandalay shifted so she now straddled one of your thighs. You shuddered as she squeezed your thick leg with her own. That thigh alone was twice as wide as Mandalay’s waist. “What Pixie-Bob should have said was good behavior will be rewarded. Your record will be cleared…bit by bit. Each year in the program will knock off one of your past crimes.”

Your eyes widened. This was meant to be a single year! 

“But Mandalay is leaving out the part where WE get to decide if the project ends or continues!” Pixie-Bob added as she snuggled into your lard-coated side. 

Both of your arms were free at this point, but they felt as heavy as cinder blocks. There was no chance you could reach for the tube’s controller. Each second made them heavier and softer. They were pillowy and fluffy, bursting your sleeves and sagging to your sides. Your bingo wings had quickly become broader than your past torso. They fit right in on your excessively obese frame. 

The tube refused to cease. You chugged more and more. It was hard to see, but you felt your face puff up. Your cheeks became round enough to sag gently into jowls. Beneath them was a second chin and a neck ringed with fat. 

—ABOVE EDITED AND PROOFREAD—

You watched your body further bloat into excessive and morbid obesity. You were certain you’d be too fat to squeeze through the front door at this point. Your hips were too wide, and your gut reached too far to even shimmy through sideways. What kind of heroes would use their authority to do this, you wondered.

The kind that would also grope and fondle you, it seemed.

Pixie-Bob grinned as she groped a handful of your ass. Her hand was squished between the increasingly thick butt cheek and the comparatively thin couch cushion. “I’m sure you’ll eventually be as into this as we are. Give it some time and it’ll grow on you!”

Mandalay rolled her eyes. “Just try and bear it. I feel this will be good for you in the long run.” She leaned in, her chest squishing against yours. She patted you on the head and kissed your forehead. This kept you from seeing her hand hit a remote and accelerate the pump.

You didn’t see it, but you felt it. Your entire body lurched outward. Your hips took up more of the couch, and the wooden legs collapsed under your weight. Your body jiggled, and new rolls of belly fat rolled over your legs. These rolls soon spilled between your legs. Your widened hips had allowed your legs to spread outward. This, in turn, left your swollen thighs in view. Each leg was wider than an oak tree’s trunk, and they continued to thicken and swell. This was where you figured your mobility was exhausted. At least that meant your potential to commit crimes was gone, too. So, Mandalay and Pixie-Bob would stop the tube now. Right? 

Both heroines seemed too occupied groping your body to stop the tube. Pixie-Bob had stayed close enough that your hip rolled into her lap. She let the softness bury her legs, while she pressed her slender form to your side. She had tucked herself under one of your cartoonishly fat arms. There was no reason to hold the limbs down any longer. This arm of yours was the size of a sofa cushion. You could barely move them, and they looked incredibly feeble. Its only purpose was to form a curtain of fat that covered Pixie-Bob’s back. 

Pixie-Bob’s arms were wrapped as far around you as they’d go. The slightest squeeze caused flab to ooze and bulge around the slender limbs. This was enough to bury them fully. She rested her head on the side of your chest. It seemed plenty soft for her…

This was the calmest you had seen Pixie-Bob until she suddenly squeezed near the apex of your chest. The area near your nipple was surprisingly sensitive. You let out a muffled gasp, which caused Pixie-Bob to laugh. “Gotcha!” She teased with a wink.

Mandalay was calmer, but her movements felt incredibly deliberate. Her fingers dragged across your blubber slowly, sensually. She squeezed your thigh between hers and rubbed gently. Her slender body sank into your helplessly fat one. Every part of it made it clear she was very…very into this. 

And you? The attention was nice, but you were worried about your body! This was day one of a year-minimum sentence. Your best bet was getting let out for good behavior then, but you had no idea what you’d do then. 

Certainly not crime…

—

Pixie-Bob sighed contentedly. She was splayed out atop your belly, which provided more space than a king-sized mattress. Her entire outline was obscured as it sank into your doughy flesh. An occasional wave of jiggles rolled across you when Pixie-Bob shifted her position. Although sometimes that was to raise a hand and fondle your chest. 

“Six months in, have you reconsidered my proposal?” Pixie-Bob asked. “I doubt you could do anything in another six months that would make me NOT want to marry you.” She sat up and turned to face you. “I mean, you’re the total package. Adorable, massive, soft, and you can’t get away!” She made a small lung forward. Her arms wrapped around your wreath of neck fat in a firm hug. She nuzzled her cheek against yours, which was large enough to cover her entire face. 

You didn’t answer. She asked this every day. That was on top of using you in place of furniture or wearing her Wild, Wild Pussycats gloves to knead your abundance of fat. The tube had been put away after that first day. It turns out the duo had wanted to do that for a looooooong time, and you were the unlucky sap hand delivered to them for it. 

Unfortunately, they had all sorts of other ways to fatten you up. They got plenty of joy from hand-feeding you. Each meal was amazing, but you had been given enough food for a lifetime. Their diligent efforts had doubled your weight since the initial tube feeding. The couch was long gone, buried entirely under your enormous ass. From floor to the highest curve, your butt was chest-height. You lounged on this titanic lump of fat, and your belly rolled six feet in front of you. It was about the same height as your butt, and it was soft enough that Pixie-Bob used it for her bed. Mandalay occasionally lounged on it, too. Why not? There was enough room for both of the heroines. 

Your arms and legs had gotten fat enough that your hands and feet barely poked out of them. Your thighs were pitifully short compared to your gut, but they at least had a semblance of their former shape. Your arms didn’t resemble arms any longer. Your upper arms sagged in heavy bingo wings, and your forearms were tire-sized rings that threatened to swallow your hands.

Your face had developed fatter cheeks that made speaking difficult. It was possible, but you refrained from it most of the time. Each jaw motion had to fight a row of chins, so it was easier to be quiet.

Easier, but not exactly smart.

Pixie-Bob’s tail wagged, and she flexed her fingers. “Uh-oh! Is someone being naughty, or are you just grumpy? How about some play time!” 

Pixie-Bob stood and leaped off your belly. Your fat momentarily rolled past her ankles, but she still used you like a springboard. She managed a nimble flip and twirl before she landed on her feet. There was no hesitation before she tackled your side. Her body sank into yours before she continued to push. 

Your eyes widened in shock as the much smaller woman rolled you onto your side. Your entire world turned until your face squished against the floor.

“Aaaaand WHAP!” Pixie-Bob jumped and smacked one of your butt cheeks. You blushed in embarrassment before Pixie started to roll you again. 

You felt it was unfair that you were too fat to move, but Pixie-Bob had no issue rolling you like a giant cat toy. She would throw her body against yours and bounce off, but you would flip onto your side. She could pull you so you roll atop her, but then she’d press her feet in and push you off. 

You thought it was something like a fetish, but you never dared say it. She would tire out eventually, so you bared with it. A small, minuscule, perhaps microscopic part of you enjoyed it. That was only because this was the only movement you could do! You had not been corrupted by these two.

Your body rolled to a stop near the kitchen. You were sideways, and thus your view of the world was the same. That’s why you didn’t immediately recognize Mandalay. Her chest was at head level with you, and your face was soon pressed to her breasts. 

“Lunch is almost ready. Have a sample~” Mandalay cooed and pressed a wooden spoon past your lips. 

It was a savory stew with meat and veggies. Pleasant enough for a meal, but you knew you’d be fed a massive pot later. There was a chance you’d be fed a massive amount of something if you didn’t move, too. You silently hoped Pixie-Bob would drag you back for another round of rolling.

Pixie-Bob had already tired herself, though. She panted and leaned against the underside of your belly. One meaty thigh now acted as her bench, and she closed her eyes for a quick cat nap.

That left you in Mandalay’s hands. “Here, try this, too. It’s a new recipe.” She held another spoon out for you. She didn’t wait for your mouth to open before the utensil was pushed past your lips. “Good, right? Next is-”

You didn’t listen too closely to what she said. You just watched as she moved pots and platters closer. It’d be much easier for her to stuff you silly that way. Pixie-Bob was the overly energetic of your wardens, but Mandalay was dangerous in her own right. Her tender and caring methods were what would likely make you resign to this life. After a few spoonfuls of food, you started to obediently open your mouth. 

Mandalay smiled at that. “Good, very good~” Her coo was low, and it made your skin tingle. She patted the top of your head before she trailed a finger across your cheek and then pushed it to your lips. “Keep this up, and we can keep the program going for years. I’ll make sure you’re an upstanding citizen, even if you can’t do much standing.” She giggled and resumed feeding you. Spoonfuls, forkfuls, and sometimes fed with bare hands. 

You fell into the rhythm and ate everything offered to you. Sampling had turned into the meal proper. You wondered if there’d be a day when all meals blended together like this. You had fallen asleep during one meal and woken up in the middle of the next one before. It had become frightfully easy to let days blend. A part of you had wondered if your one-year sentence would seamlessly meld with a second. 

Your deepest sense of self had realized it already. There would be no end. You were in Pixie-Bob and Mandalay’s care for good. Eventually, you would accept it all. You’d lose the ability to resist food, you’d stop caring that your body doubled as furniture, and you’d completely forget that this was meant to be punishment. 

Until then, you let Mandalay feed you while Pixie-Bob snuggled closer.

THE END