Patreon Prompt 32

Prompt: MC decides to get some revenge on Monika. So he messes with her coding to make her unable to do anything to the rest of the girls.

   Figuring out what was going in in the Literature Club from Natsuki’s hints, you figured out Monika’s plans to be the only woman you could love. The answer seemed simple, get her out of the picture before she could mess with the game’s coding to ruin the other girls’ lives. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of her. Despite Monika’s intentions, she was still the president of the club and you couldn’t ignore how close you had grown to her. Wracking your brain for a solution, the idea you came up with was a strange, yet unique answer to the problem.

   A night spent tweaking the game’s coding had you shaking as you approached the entrance to the Literature Club the next day. In the midst of the complicated series of commands needed to bring your plan to fruition, so many variables could have been miscalculated. Memories, genetic codes, and the world itself had been altered in a single night, making it all the more difficult for you as you slid open the club room door and stepped inside.

   Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes to see the usual club members participating in an unusual activity. At the center of the room was Monika, dressed in her usual uniform with her red hair still neatly tied up. However, her usual appearance was offset by the extra 1000 pounds or so of flab that you had meticulously layered onto her body to take away her ability to scheme and plot. Biting your lip as you glanced over her bulbous belly and heavy breasts trying to break free from her undersized blazer, it took the sight of the other club members to assure you everything was right.

   Yuri was sitting on the floor with her back to Monika’s belly, nestling deep within the president’s belly button and fat folds as she lost herself in her reading. Sayori was busy using Monika’s ample backside to organize the club’s book collection, occasionally asking the president if there were any books she wanted to read. Upon receiving permission from Monika, Sayori would hand off several books over to Natsuki to climb up the rows of back fat to reach Monika’s face. Between opening a book for Monika to continue reading and shoving another cupcake past the president’s plump lips, she looked down to shoot you a grateful smile. Copying the expression, you closed the door behind you and got ready to meet the demands of the docile pile of fat in charge of the club.