Momoha Ethics

Series: The 100 Girlfriends Who Really Love You

Characters: Momoha, Rentarou, Hahari, Miss Naddy

Contains: Female weight gain

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Momoha Bonnouji was the ethics teacher at Ohananomitus High School. She was well-liked by her students and was easy to approach. Though she occasionally launched into spirited lectures about how she is a horrible example and her students should do everything in their power not to be like her.

After all, she was a gambling addict and alcoholic who lived in a tent on school grounds. All of these were glaring red flags on their own, but the fact that she was a teacher raised numerous questions.

To add to that, Momoha had put on an egregious amount of weight recently. Most of her sustenance came from Yamame’s generous donations from the gardening club, but now that she was dating Rentarou (a first-year student and yet another red flag), she had an improved diet. Rentarou and all of his girlfriends would gather on the roof for lunch and breaks. Everyone offered some of their meals to Momoha, and as the number of girlfriends grew, so did she.

At present, Momoha appeared to be over six hundred pounds. Her head wasn’t too different. Reddish brown eyes were set in pale skin and framed by dark brown hair cut into a bob. Now it was just that her cheeks seemed much fuller and could fill the palm of her hand. She also had a thick double chin that waggled as she lectured. Most people found these features beneficial as they accentuated the positive smile she often had plastered on her face.

Yes, Momoha wore her weight well. It gave her a jolly appearance and energy. Some students affectionately referred to her as an out-of-season Santa. Momoha laughed heartily every time she heard this, to the point that her belly rolled like an agitated sea.

It was natural, given that Momoha’s belly curved and sagged until it almost reached her knees. The entire expanse was smooth and housed gradual curves. Such curves started under her chest and flowed over the top of the gut, but there were also the sizable slabs of her love handles. These were so thick that they almost managed to fold over the top of her hips. Each was too big to grasp in a single hand, and even her arms would fail to fully wrap around her gut. It was a solid mass of flab affixed to her abdomen and mostly exposed. The black tank top she always wore failed to cover anything more than her bust and the uppermost curve of her stomach. The tracksuit jacket she wore simply draped over the furthest sides of her front and nearly tucked itself into the folds of her love handles.

Perhaps one could also say her dress was another part of her that people shouldn’t emulate. Her chest, naturally generous, was now even more so. One breast was nearly twice the size of her head, and together they stretched the confines of her tank top. There had always been exposed cleavage, but now it was to the extent that an entire textbook could lie across it. The garment didn’t provide much support or stability either. So, Momoha’s breasts would swing left and right as she turned. Then the residual wobbles would start and carry through each gelatinous orb before it continued into surrounding body parts.

Meaty arms pointed out things on the board or wrote with surprising elegance. Though some students struggled to focus when it seemed the sleeves of Momoha’s tracksuit were about to burst. The amount of arm fat stuffed into them was staggering. It almost looked like a too-big pillow stuffed into a case half its size.

Yet Momoha’s rear seemed to be more distracting. The enlarged posterior faced the class every time she turned to write on the board. This area was slightly more constrained than the rest of the teacher. It was boxy in shape, with cheeks slightly smaller than those of couch cushions. That was still tremendously large for the average person, but it seemed only a tad small for her. It also didn’t stick out quite as much with the thick rolls of back fat above it. Each was a small slab that rested gently on top of another.

Momoha turned back to face the class. She took a few steps, which caused her thighs to rub against each other. Each of her legs was twice as thick as any student’s given waistline. They were broad and pillar-like, tightly squeezed by the legs of her tracksuit. She didn’t seem to notice or care, though. The only thing she was adamant about was…

“You students make sure not to end up like me!” Momoha exclaimed and pointed at them. The gesture was done so quickly that her arm fat wobbled. “You’re all young, so it’s your personal responsibility to stay healthy! Don’t end up a huge fatty like your teacher!”

Most of the class tensed up from that, but there was one figure outside of it that didn’t mind in the slightest. That figure was Rentarou, the first year student who was dating Momoha and twenty other girls. He had been busy with an errand for another teacher, but he stopped to peek into Momoha’s class on his way back. There, he had found himself captivated by her passion for teaching.

“Jeez, I can’t believe she let herself get so fat.” One of the students murmured.

“Yeah, it’s ridiculous! I know she’s trying to pass it off as a lesson when she doesn’t have any self-control.” Another student replied.

Rentarou’s disposition went from joy to blood-boiling rage in a second. He was about to swing the door open and demand that the gossipers step forward immediately. Before he could do that, Hahari wrapped her arms around him.

Hahari was Rentarou’s sixth girlfriend and the principal of the school. She had bought her way into the position, but that was besides the point. She held a finger to her lips and shushed Rentarou. “I understand, Rentarou baby, but look at Momoha. This is how she wants the students to feel about her.”

Momoha grabbed her belly and shook it. The flab wobbled like a mound of jello. The jiggles gradually carried into her chest, sides, and hips. “One thing I can attest to is that no amount of youthful energy will make lugging this much chub around! You might think you can work the pounds off, but I doubt you’ll feel that way after changing into some workout clothes. Heck, I’m in a tracksuit 24/7, and I get tired just standing up!” She smacked her hip for emphasis.

The students were still visibly uncomfortable with how passionate Momoha was about using herself as a bad example. They even recoiled each time she smacked or jiggled herself. Meanwhile, Rentarou and Hahari stared intently at every rippling wave or quivering fold.

Rentarou had to bite down on his hand to not cry out how proud he was of Momoha or proclaim one of her many good qualities. Hahari would be letting a stream of drool pour on Rentarou’s head, but a third figure had joined them. This was Hahari’s maid, Mei, who currently held a handkerchief beneath Hahari’s chin to catch any falling drool. Together, they continued to stare at Momoha.

“You should also avoid drinking! You might end up craving junk food while you’re drunk, and you’ll absolutely eat it if you’re hung over!” Momoha exclaimed as she grabbed her belly again. “While you’re at it, don’t gamble. Especially don’t gamble on yourself being able to beat food challenges. Sure, it’s free food if you win, and that money can be used to buy more booze, but don’t do it!”

Rentarou glanced up at Hahari. “Should we stage an intervention?”

“I’ve offered to let her move in with me. I had a whole room renovated for her. One big enough for her to eat all she wants and grow massive and immobile.” Hahari stated this with no shame. “I also had a little viewing platform where I could sit and watch as she gets tube fed enough food to feed a herd of elephants.” She added, also without shame. “Anyways, she turned the offer down.”

“Momoha done lives by her own rules. That right there is freedom.” Another voice added.

Rentarou, Hahari, and Mei turned their heads to see another teacher, Miss Naddy. Despite being a native Japanese woman from a rather traditional family, she was obsessed with America and pretended to be American at all times. She even went about dressed like a cowgirl.

She was also the Japanese teacher.

“Howdy.” Miss Naddy whispered as the group looked at her. She had slipped into their huddled position to watch Momoha through the crack in the doorway. “Anyways, Momoha lives by the true American way of freedom! She lives on her own terms and eats enough to maintain a truly American physique!”

“Miss Naddy, do you want to move into my house and be fattened to impossible proportions?” Hahari asked, a third time without shame.

Miss Naddy shook her head. “Unfortunately, I don’t have the stomach capacity.”

Rentarou wrapped his arms around Miss Naddy. “Don’t worry. You embody the American dream even if you’re skinny.”

Back in the classroom, Momoha was still going on about how she was a horrible example that shouldn’t be followed. “As you know, summer is right around the corner. It’s already warm this spring, but the summer heat is a nightmare if you’re this fat. You can only dress lightly to a certain point before you’re naked, another thing you shouldn’t do in public, but this fat isn’t going anywhere! It’s like wearing a winter coat that weighs as much as a sandbag!” She continued to shake her stomach as she went on. Every student’s eyes tracked the wobbling until it was dizzying.

“Sure, a good way to beat the heat is to go swimming, but if you’re as fat as I am, then you probably won’t find a swimsuit the right size. If you do, then you’re still showing off enough skin to get called out for public indecency!” Momoha moved her right hand to her breast. She barely squeezed it, but fat bulged between her fingers. “So, naturally, you’d think about going to a river so you can bathe naked! That’s actually where I did all of my bathing before I got permission to use the showers on campus. Public nudity aside, someone took photos of me, and a rumor of an escaped hippo spread like wildfire. So that’s another reason not to be like me!”

Momoha seemed to rack her brain for another example. She leaned against her desk, which groaned a shrill squeak. That seemed to ignite an idea in her. “And another thing! I’m so heavy that I can’t use normal chairs anymore! I already crushed the old ones in my apartment and a few in the staff room. You students would have it worse. Your chairs are attached to your desk. There’s no way I could cram my blubbery body in such a tight space.”

Momoha waddled behind her desk and rolled her chair around. It was an extra-wide affair, capable of seating at least three students. “This is just wide enough for me, but how long will that last? Either my hips will get too wide and break the armrests, or I’ll get too heavy and it’ll collapse beneath me. If the second one happens, then I’ll be stuck on the floor until someone helps me!” She shrugged her meaty shoulders and looked at her students.

Mimimi was one of Momoha’s students and another of Rentarou’s girlfriends. She was a strikingly beautiful young lady with flawless skin and silky, blonde hair. Her eyes met Momoha’s. ‘Naturally, her gaze is drawn to me~’ Mimimi thought and gently tossed some hair over her shoulder.

“Mimimi, please come up for a demonstration,” Momoha said and patted the seat of her chair. “I want you to sit here for a second.”

‘Ah, she wants me for a demonstration? Naturally, my beauty will make it the most effective demonstration in the history of this class~’ Mimimi giggled to herself as she daintily placed herself in the seat.

“Another issue I had recently! I didn’t see someone when I decided to sit down. Suffice to say, I hardly felt them either!” Momoha shook her head. The act caused her chins to wiggle slightly. It was only enough to distract some students. “It took a while to notice what was happening, and then it took even longer to get off of them.”

Mimimi tilted her head to the side. She had paid attention to most of Momoha’s stories, but this seemed oddest of all. “I thought I was seated here to show how silly it looked for a dainty young beauty such as myself to be in a ludicrously large chair.”

Mimimi didn’t have time to move before Momoha sat on her lap. The weight was enough to pin her down, and the sheer size was more than enough to smother her. An abundance of soft butt fat covered Mimimi’s lap. She was but a small obstacle to the cheeks and sank readily into their supple texture. The cheeks were also high enough to cover her flat stomach. Above them, flabby rolls of back fat overwhelmed her upper chest. This also kept her arms by her sides, and she even found her face stuffed between Momoha’s shoulder blades. The thickness of Momoha’s thighs subsumed her long, lithe legs. Suffice to say, Mimimi was completely unseen from the front.

“For the rest of you, try your best to imagine how Mimimi feels,” Momoha said as she shifted her hips. She didn’t mean to add extra strain to Mimimi. Instead, she tried to adjust herself in the seat. The armrests dug into the sides of her hips. Fat bulged over and under them, and she wondered if she would be able to stand. Her legs were exhausted after she stood to lecture the class. In a few weeks, she could add that to a lecture.

Don’t be like your teacher who’s so fat that she can’t stand without sweating!

Momoha waited nearly a minute before she tried to stand. She pressed her feet to the floor, and she managed to stand. However, her chair remained affixed to her butt. She tried to wiggle her hips, which caused her belly to swing and smack against her thighs. The awkward, hunched forward stature also showed off more of her cleavage. Some students began to blush, others tried to look away, and some were so embarrassed that they covered their eyes.

“Just a second.” Momoha tried to brace her hands on the chair’s armrests, but her fat was in the way. No matter how much she tried to work around the blubber, there was simply more waiting to fill her palms.

Next, Momoha threw her hips back, but this was enough to throw her off her feet. She landed on the chair and thus slammed down on Mimimi with all her weight. Thankfully, she was just as soft as she was heavy.

Meanwhile, outside the classroom. Rentarou wanted to burst through the door to help, and possibly assault some people who started to murmur insults at Momoha. He was also flustered as he was the one who had been sat on in Momoha’s story.

Hahari had a nosebleed, which Mei dabbed at with a handkerchief. “Do you see that?! I want her to do that to me! I want her fat enough so she could do it to everyone…Maybe I want to be fat enough to do that?” Hahari began to reflect inward. She could use her money to get that fat in no time. Hmm, decisions decisions…

Miss Naddy had stars in her eyes as well. These were more from the idea that Momoha wiggled around as if she were riding a bull. The only intelligible words that came from her were murmurs about “Freedom” and “Merica.”

Eventually, Momoha managed to shake enough that the chair fell from her rear end. The solution was to bend the armrests outward. That way, they couldn’t cling to her hips as tightly. The chair dropped a few inches to the floor, and Momoha had to lean against her desk. She ignored the groans of protest and wheezed heavily. The ordeal had left her exhausted. She was in no state to wiggle and shake and bounce her body about. Exhaustion made her feel even heavier, and she lazily looked at her students. “I think that’s enough of a lesson for the day. Everyone is dismissed.” Momoha slowly slid off her desk and flopped behind it with a room-shaking THUD! The tile floor felt cool under her sweaty rolls, which also provided enough cushion to make her comfortable.

The students filtered out of the class, and Mimimi stood on shaking legs. She wasn’t hurt from the ordeal, but she was changed. Her face was bright pink from the top of her nose to the peaks of her ears. She clutched a hand to her chest, and hearts appeared in her eyes.

“I see, so there is beauty in being plus-sized…” Mimimi murmured and crossed her arms. The desire to become just as fat as her teacher had taken root. She wondered what her body would look like with those extra hundreds of pounds and the curves it would spawn. There had to be plenty of routines she could do to quickly gain weight but keep her skin silky smooth. Maybe there were things she could do to help the weight settle in specific areas? She would launch into research and find the most beautiful way to swell with fat. She would thank her teacher for showing her this path once it came to fruition.

Momoha’s lesson had backfired.

THE END