Mirko Descriptor/Mirko vs Mistah Song

This was a silly story I wrote back yonder so I spruced it up for this month

Series: My Hero Academia

Characters: Mirko, Mistah Song

Contains: Female weight gain, rapid weight gain

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It was a mostly normal night in the city. The streets were illuminated to allow citizens to explore and wander with ease. A full moon hung overhead, and a gentle breeze flowed about. The chatter and hum were enough to drown out the sounds of a particular rabbit hero as she gave chase to an annoying villain.

“HAHAHAHA!” A man dressed like a musical conductor with an ornate bird mask laughed exaggeratedly as he bounded from rooftop to rooftop, one hand on the brim of a top hat. This was a recent villain, Mistah Song. His crimes began as petty, but he had managed to cross paths with the Rabbit Hero, Mirko. She proved more difficult to shake than the average residential hero. When Mistah Song leaped high, she leaped higher. When he tried to run, she was always a hair’s breadth behind.

Perhaps that was what he wanted, though?

“Laugh while you can,” Mirko growled, a wide grin on her face. “One good kick and you’re done for.” Mirko flexed her legs and hunched down. This was the leap that would lead to a devastating blow. When her legs could build no more tension, she launched herself toward the villain. 

Just as the blow was about to land, Mistah Song spun on his heels. Gloved hands pulled open his jacket to reveal feathers. Then, like a matador waving his cape in the face of a bull, he swooshed the fabric over Mirko as she sailed past. It was faint, but she noticed a slight shimmer of unknown particles falling from the feathers.

Mirko skidded to a stop, her nose twitching. 

A sudden pressure assailed her. It was like her entire body suddenly doubled in weight. This was quickly followed by a bloated sensation in her stomach. It was as if she had eaten a feast, and her body was awash with fatigue. Running already had her lightly coated in sweat, but now it rolled off her like she had been in a sauna.

“What the…hell…” Mirko groaned. She figured she had been poisoned, but a glance at her stomach suggested something else. Her toned stomach looked softer. It swelled like a water balloon, and tanned flab began to spill from the sides of her leotard. The fabric was drawn tight around the rapidly filling mound of flesh. She shuddered when she grabbed at it, only for her fingers to sink into the foreign softness. Hardly any of Mirko’s body had ever been soft. She had trained to ensure that. 

Mirko’s belly filled out more and more. It rolled over her waistline and hung to her knees in a massive fleshy dome. It was larger than a yoga ball, and its curves were much more gradual and sloping. It almost looked like her abdomen had turned into a giant beanbag chair. However, it was much softer than anything she compared it to. The weightiness caused it to gently fold at her love handles, which had sprung into existence and were now too thick to fit in one hand. This was too much for her leotard to hold. It split open to expose the mound of blubber.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Mirko repeated her earlier curse, this time with more passion and anger.

Mistah Song had perched himself on a nearby lightpost. “Birds are all about displays and expressions, so I have a lot of flamboyant attacks. That comes at the cost of them being evasive and not very strong.” He reached into a pocket and pulled out a pouch of silver powder. “So, I make up for it with this special stuff.”

Mirko growled, the intimidation factor diminished by her puffy face. Her cheeks had filled and rounded. She had gained a second chin as well. It would be hard for anyone to see that face and not chuckle.

“You think this gut will stop me?! It’s just more weight to put behind my attacks!” Mirko exclaimed and stomped her foot. This inadvertently caused her belly to bounce and roll. 

Her intimidation display was further diminished by the rest of her body. Her breasts had swelled to the size of her head. They were bulbous and round, draped in the remnants of her leotard. Each bout of threats she yelled demanded plenty of air. She sucked that air in so violently that her breasts bounced and jiggled.

The arms Mirko used to point at her opponent waggled and smacked against her sides, too. The upper arms had become thick all around. They sagged, but not excessively. It was like the entire thing had been overtaken by a cylindrical sheath. It was the same on her forearm to a lesser degree. Fat rolled to her wrists and stretched her white gloves slightly.

“Question!” Mistah Song interrupted. “Can you still jump?”

“WHAT?!” Mirko bellowed. It was as if she had been asked the stupidest question in the world.

“Can you still jump? Your legs are crazy thick!” Mistah Song pointed out.

Each of Mirko’s legs had developed obscenely meaty thighs. Each thigh was so thick that they developed a roll in the middle, and additional flab rolled over her knees. She couldn’t keep her feet within shoulder width. Each leg was simply so thick that they pushed her feet apart. How could she possibly jump with that stance?! This wasn’t taking into account that Mirko’s lower legs were thicker than Mistah Song’s entire waistline.

“This also doesn’t count public indecency.” Mistah Song added and pointed behind Mirko.

Mirko couldn’t help but look over her shoulder. The back of her leotard wasn’t visible whatsoever. Her butt cheeks had entirely overtaken it. Her entire hip width ensured she wouldn’t slip through a standard doorway anytime soon. It’d be a struggle to shimmy through sideways, too. Her butt was simply that thick and rounded. Each cheek was larger than a beach ball, and the curves were much more enticing. They showed how soft they were. The gradual and varied curves allured the eye much more than perfect roundness. It was a great butt, but not one for the rabbit hero.

Also, not one that should be displayed so openly. 

Mirko’s entire will faltered. She groped one tanned butt cheek in disbelief. “I…I SWEAR I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!” Mirko pointed at Mistah Song. “I’m going to upsize my costume, and then I swear I’ll find you! I’ll make you pay for this!”

“So, what you’re saying is…I’M A NEMESIS! Haha, I’m gonna go brag about this!” Mistah Song laughed and leaped into the air. “Farewell!” He said as he floated off into the night.

Mirko grit her teeth. “I finally get a nemesis and he’s an annoying jack ass with a fat fetish…fuck me.” Mirko groaned. She hated to admit it, but defeat was hers today.

TO BE CONTINUED?