No Need For Dieting
a Tenchi Muyo fanfic
by Stephen
Based on an idea from Nameless Oni

~Author’s Note~

These characters don’t belong to me, blah blah blah you know the routine.

A cloud of steam escaped from the bath as Ryoko stepped out to towel herself off. Nothing like a hot bath and a good book enjoyed in peace and quite, she thought. She had barely gotten dressed when Ayeka banged on the door, yet again. "Ryoko! How much longer are you going to be?!" the purple-haired princess shouted. ... I just wish I could HAVE the peace and quiet... Ryoko thought again.

"Geez, calm down, Ayeka. I’ve only been in here an hour... besides, I’m finished now."

"Well, it’s about time!" Ayeka snapped. "You’re wasting all the hot water! Other people need to bathe too!" She entered the bathroom and hastened Ryoko out the door.

"No matter how much you bathe, you’ll still stink of your superior attitude." Ryoko said over her shoulder as she headed down the hall. Halfway down the hall, she stopped. "Damn! I left my book back there!" She hurried back and slid open the door. "’Scuse me, I forgot my copy of ‘Space Piracy For Dummies.’ in here...." She looked up at Ayeka, who was in the middle of undressing.

"Hey, what’s that?" Ryoko asked, pointing to the wide band of material wrapped around Ayeka’s abdomen.

"N-nothing!" the princess blurted. "Uhhmmm..."

"It’s a GIRDLE!" Ryoko laughed. "Ah-HAH! I knew you weren’t as skinny as you looked! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

"I am skinny!" Ayeka snapped at her. "It’s just lately I’ve been retaining-"

"Pie?" Ryoko finished for her.

"Water!!!"

"Whatever. Oh, I’ve GOT to show this to Tenchi!" Ryoko lunged forward like lighting and ripped the white band off Ayeka. "Tenchi! Look what Ayeka was wearing!" She flew out the door and towards the stairway leading up to Tenchi’s.

"Don’t you DARE show that to Lord Tenchi!!" Ayeka screeched at her, face reddening with rage and embarrassment. She raced after Ryoko, almost catching up to her only to see her teleport to the top of the stairs.

"Nya Nya! Come and get it!" Ryoko teased, waving the band of fabric like a flag.

"GIVE IT BACK!" Ayeka shrieked, bounding up the stairs. Ryoko, laughing, stayed one step ahead of her. Turning the corner, the two nearly collided with Tenchi’s father coming from the other direction.

"Why, hello Ayeka!" he sputtered, noticing her semi-naked state. "It’s certainly a lovely topless today!... Er... that is, it’s a lovely day today. Not a cloud in the hooters... Sky! Sky!" The two women ignored him, which was probably just as well.

"Tenchi!" Ryoko called, floating through the closed door into his room. There was a thud behind her as Ayeka failed to stop in time. "I bet you can’t guess which stuck-up purple-haired Jurai princess is letting herself go around the waistline! Come on, three guesses. Tenchi?" She looked around but Tenchi was nowhere to be seen, at least not in the three seconds it took for Ayeka to burst through the door and tackle Ryoko. The two of them fell forward, landing on Tenchi’s bed and rolling around like two actresses in a Joe Esterhaz movie.

"Give it back!" Ayeka yelled, trying to choke Ryoko.

"Hey, whoa, calm down... it was.... a joke, okay?" Ryoko gasped, fighting her off. "Here’s your.... stupid girdle back... okay?" She flung it back at her attacker. "Are you insane? You tried to kill me!"

"That sounds like a perfectly sane thing to do to me!"

"Not to mention you half wrecked these magazines of Tenchi’s."

"Oh my god! I destroyed Lord Tenchi’s property?" Ayeka stared in shock at the crumpled magazines on the bedspread. "Oh, oh, what if he never forgives me? I... hey, these are strange magazines." She picked one up. " ‘Chubby Schoolgirls Illustrated’? What is this?" She examined it, flipping through page after page of plump women crammed into school uniforms far to small for them.

Ryoko looked at the other magazines. " ‘Fat Dominatrices Bi-monthly’, ‘Nothin’ But Pictures Of Women Eating Ice Cream.’, ‘Playbulge’, ‘Geena’s Wild Kingdom’..... I think there’s a trend here. Tenchi must be a feeder!"

"A what now?"

"Oh don’t tell me Ms. Know-It-All doesn’t know what a feeder is?"

"I’m sure I would know, if I’d been to every naughty web page on the Internet like you have!"

"Oh-HO, so you do know something about it!"

"I didn’t... oooohh!" Ayeka’s face reddened again. "You’re asking for it... I’ll, I’ll..."

"You’ll what?"

"I’ll.... I’ll give him what he wants!"

"What?"

"Well... if Lord Tenchi prefers.. robust... women, I can handle that." She sounded a bit unsure, but her voice quickly hardened. "It will be a small sacrifice to see him abandon you for good!"

"You don’t mean..." Ryoko asked, "you’re gonna get fat for Tenchi? YOU? What will your public think?"

"I’ll look good at any weight. I can carry it off. You, on the other hand... skinniness is the ONLY thing you’ve got going for you. Anyway, you eat like a pig now, and you’re actually only SORT of fat compared to me! If we both tried to gain weight, you probably couldn’t even put on a pound! "

"Hmm... Is that a challenge?" Ryoke asked. "You think you, with your weak inbred royal stomach, can eat enough to gain more than I can? Want to bet on it?"

"All right... How about we take a month, and at the end of that time, whoever weighs the most, wins?"

"Agreed! And whoever wins, gets to date Tenchi exclusively for the next year!"

"W...well... Okay!" Ayeka declared. "The contest begins tomorrow at dawn!"

***

"Okay, who wants pancakes?" Sasami asked the next morning at breakfast. The golden brown hotcakes sizzled in the pan, filling the air with their mouth-watering scent, so it was no surprise that the whole household had gathered around the table.

"I-" Ayeka began, but was cut off by Ryoko’s yell of "ME! ME!"

"How many do you want?" Sasami asked.

"I’ll take five... to start with."

"I’ll take SIX, if you please, Sasami." Ayeka said, giving Ryoko a little smile. Ryoko got to the butter first, and grinned back as she slathered her pancakes with it. She then drenched them in syrup, cut a huge bite, and stuffed it into her mouth. Sticky syrup dripped down her chin. Ayeka made a face at this piggish display and began eating her pancakes delicately.

By the time Ryoko’s fork scraped the bottom of her plate, almost everyone else had finished eating-- Tenchi and Kiyone had stopped after two of the unusually large pancakes, and Mihoshi had eaten three. Only Tenchi’s father and Washu stayed at the table, and they were no longer eating, but watching the girls.

"Could I have just a few more?" asked Ryoko. Ayeka gulped, putting a hand to her mouth. "I.. I’ll have some more, too, please." she asked.

"You girls certainly are hungry today." Washu commented as Sasami doled out the thick, piping hot pancakes.

"It’s nice to see girls with such healthy appetites!" Tenchi’t father said, smiling broadly. Neither Ryoko nor Ayeka commented, as they were busily gobbling down pancakes.

Ayeka shifted in her chair. "My... these certainly are.. delicious..." she said. Her breathing sounded a bit shallow.

"They sure are!" Ryoko agreed, taking another enormous bite. Her plate was almost empty again, and she loosened her belt to give her expanding stomach more room. "I’d like some more, Sasami."

"My, aren’t you getting full yet?" Washu asked dryly.

Some time later, a frazzled Sasami annouced, "That’s it. We’re out of batter."

"What? I’m.... s..still hungry..." Ryoko moaned unconvincingly. She stood up, cradling her belly, and managed to stagger out of the kitchen. "Thanks any.. way... Sasami." Ayeka just sat back in her chair, eyelids half-closed in a state of near-hibernation, face smeared with syrupy crumbs. Sasami waited in vain for someone to offer to help with the copious dirty dishes, and when no one did, began on them herself with a sigh.

***

"What the hell is this?" Ryoko asked, looking at the hulking machine is front of her. It appeared somewhat like a CAT scan, with an opening on one end wide enough for a person to be slid in lying down. Just a few minutes earlier Washu had cornered her and demanded the specifics of what was going on between her and Ayeka-- observantly, she had already deduced that their gorging was more that just a carefree binge. When Ryoko told her she was trying to gain weight rapidly, Washu had said that she had just the thing, and led her pseudo-daughter to her laboratory.

"I developed it for busy people who don’t have much time to eat." the wild-haired inventor explained. "You just slide in and it feeds you an entire meal in a few minutes. Maybe you’d like to give it a test run?"

"I sure would!" Ryoko exclaimed enthusiastically, thinking of all the extra calories she could stuff down in a short time. She lay down flat on the conveyor and readied herself.

"Are you sure you want to try this now?" Washu asked, noticing how much Ryoko’s stomach stuck out already.

"Yes, yes!" Ryoko assured her as she slid into the dark metal chamber within the device. "This is the perfect time to do it. I couldn’t force myself to eat much more, but this machine will do it for me."

"Okay, do you want it set for ‘breakfast’, ‘dinner’, or ‘snack?’." Washu asked.

"One of each!" Ryoko demanded assuredly. Washu shrugged and hit the proper sequence on the keypad. Instantly the machine whirred into action. Ryoko felt a tube poking into her mouth, and soon a rush of cereal soaked with milk poured down the tube. It came almost too quickly for her to suck it down, and after half a minute was replaced by hot oatmeal. By the time the last sip of orange juice was down her throat, she was beginning to regret having Washu program the machine for three meals. She had only finished breakfast, and she already felt like she was on the verge of popping. With a rush of hot soup, the dinner course began. Soup was followed by mashed potatoes, then milk... how much more could she take? Her belly was almost numb from overfilling, but she thought she could feel it brushing the sides of the chamber.

Finally, the ‘snack’-- a mix of ice cream and melted fudge that most people would consider ‘dessert’-- was squeezed into her mouth. With every ounce of her willpower, she swallowed the chocolatey mess, feeling a combination of relief that the meal was over with and intense discomfort from her incredibly stuffed state.

"Coming out!" Washu called, pushing the button which would slide Ryoko back along the conveyor. "Hmm, maybe not." Warning lights flashed on the control panel. "You seem to be stuck tight!"

The application of several cans of slippery machine oil, combined with one of Washu’s stronger robots pulling on her legs, managed to pop Ryoko out of the machine. It was quickly apparent why she had gotten stuck.

"My goodness, you’re pretty full, aren’t you?" Washu said. She lifted Ryoko’s loose dress up to her chest, exposing the tremendous, oily belly, and poked it gently to make sure Ryoko wasn’t in serious medical danger. An examination told her that the space pirate was very near the limit that she could safely consume.

"Uhhhh..." Ryoko moaned, semiconscious.

"Maybe you should purge some of that..." Washu suggested.

"No! I’ve worked damn hard for this and I’m not going to get rid of it!" She patted the side of her stomach weakly. "Just let me lie here awhile..."

***

"Halfway weigh-in!" Washu said enthusiastically. "Come on, up on the scale!" A crowd had gathered in the bathroom around the hyper-accurate scale Washu had set up to see who was ahead. Over the course of two weeks, the secret of the contest had leaked to every member of the household-- every member but Tenchi, that is.

Dressed only in light-weight swimsuits-- which had been weighed ahead of time to insure they were exactly the same-- Ryoko and Ayeka sized each other up. The hard work of the past fortnight was readily apparent on each of them.

Ryoko’s strategy of eating tremendous amounts quickly had gotten results. Although using Washu’s machine was impractical-- each time it was a bit harder to extricate herself, until eventually Washu had to take the whole thing apart to get her out, at which point she was forbidden to use it anymore-- the initial stretching was a boost to her capacity, and she’d been hitting every buffet in town. Ryoko’s problem was that she didn’t always see the big picture, and frequently gorged herself until she got sick and was unable to eat for the rest of the day. Whether because of her technique or not, most of Ryoko’s extra poundage was settling in her belly. Oh, she was putting on padding elsewhere, too, but it was her stomach that was really showing the effects of her gorging. Increasingly, people she met were assuming she was pregnant. She didn’t know whether to feel gratified or insulted.

Ayeka, with the assistance of Sasami, had adopted a strategy of keeping her digestive system working evenly all the time, slowly but steadily stuffing her face with her sister’s cooking, pacing herself so she could eat all day. Only at night, just before bed, did she cram herself totally full. Her fat had distributed itself more evenly, resulting in proportions that were about the same as before, just with bigger everything. Her butt, breasts, legs-- all had plumped up more-or-less equally. She had a bit of a paunch beginning as well, though it was much smaller than Ryoko’s. Ayeka felt very pleased with the way things were working out-- her extra fat was giving her voluptuous curves, while Ryoko was just getting a big gut. Still, she couldn’t help but get nervous as she wondered which, curves or gut, would turn out to equal the most weight.

"Excuse me? Is somebody in there?" Tenchi called through the bathroom door.

"We’re busy!" came the chorus of replies.

"Um... how many people are in there? What are you all doing?"

"Nothing!"

"Go away!"

"W-well, okay..." Tenchi said, wandering away in puzzlement.

"Now, care to go first Ryoko?" Washu asked. Ryoko stepped onto the scale and Washu announced the results.

"191.4378809237462957388..."

"Hey! Just set it to read to the nearest tenth, okay!" Ryoko complained. "Otherwise we’ll be here all day!"

"191.4 pounds... you weighed 130.2 at our starting weigh-in, that’s a gain of 61.2 pounds!"

"Hah, beat that!" Ryoko smirked as Ayeka stepped onto the scale.

"Let’s see...." Washu said. "Ayeka weighs 188.7 pounds..."

"Hah! I’m winning!" Ryoko crowed.

"No, no, just a minute." Washu explained. "The goal is to gain the most, not weigh the most. And at the start of this contest Ayeka weighed 115.5 pounds, so she’s gained.73.2 pounds! Ayeka is ahead by an even twelve pounds!" Ayeka jumped in the air and clapped her hands in joy, seeming to take even more pleasure at the way the floorboards groaned at her landing.

That afternoon as Ryoko fought to stuff even more into herself, her clever mind churned as fast as her stomach. She had to think of someway to turn the tables.

But she couldn’t do it with pure eating... that had been her strategy up to this point and the result was, she was losing badly. She had to outsmart Ayeka.

She didn’t know then that Ayeka wasn’t the one who would suffer most from the idea she eventually devised.

***

"Um, Ayeka.." Sasami said. "I can’t cook anything until I go grocery shopping... I’ve used up all the food in the pantry, you see..."

"That’s all right." Ayeka smiled at her. "Final weigh-in’s the day after tomorrow, and I’ve got to be ahead of Ryoko. Besides, I have an emergency supply of pastries up in my room, nice and fattening."

"Well, okay." Sasami said. "I’ll be sure to get plenty of high calorie food at the supermarket."

Ayeka watched her younger sister depart. I’d better get started on those pastries, she thought with mild distaste. The thought of a princess of the Jurai family reduced to stuffing herself with common convenience store donuts and eclairs! It bothered her more than she’d let on to Sasami. Ugh... they’d be loaded with artificial colors and flavors.

But they’d be loaded with fat, too, she reminded herself. It was important to keep up the flow of calories that battered at the dam of her metabolism and spilled over it in waves of soft fat, seeming to squish and bulge out of her clothes in dozens of places. She’d had no time for clothes shopping, but now she feared that her clothes had been let out as far as they could go. If those seams held just a couple more days... though if they broke, it would actually be a better portent. She had to be well over two hundred pounds now, she thought. She was breathing heavily by the time she got to the top of the stairs.

Ryoko was slouched casually against her door. "What are you doing? Get away from my room!" Ayeka demanded angrily.

"Well excuuuuuuse me, princess." Ryoko snorted. "It’s a free hallway." She took another bite of the bear claw she was holding and swallowed it half-chewed, the lump traveling down her throat and disappearing into the huge, ever-growing belly that hung over her tortured waistband like a flabby canyon overhang.

"That had better not be one of mine." Ayeka said darkly. "That’s in the rules, you know. Neither of us is allowed to steal food from the other."

"Relax, this is mine." Ryoko said, smiling oddly. "I haven’t eaten anything of yours." Still eyeing Ayeka cryptically, she moved off towards the stairs. "Going out for lunch... see ya later." she called.

Annoyed, Ayeka stepped into her room, steeling her stomach for an assault of peasant foodstuffs. She gasped when she saw what was inside.

Mihoshi lay on the bed, mouth smeared with chocolate and cream, box upon box emptied of all but crumbs scattered on the floor. Her pink sweatshirt was pushed up almost under her arms by the swell of that firm stomach tightly packed with Ayeka’s entire pastry supply.

"MIII---HOOO---SHHHIIII!" Ayeka shrieked. Swarms of wooden pillars appeared in the air behind her. "Those were MINE!"

"She said...." Mihoshi began, struggling for air, "She said, ‘I know where you can get all the donuts you want, Mihoshi...’ and she did, but ohhhhh, I never would have thought I could have too many...."

"She?" Ayeka knew who but wanted to make sure.

"Oh, Ryoko said I mustn’t tell you it was her... Oops..." Mihoshi was wracked with guilty hiccups. She rubbed her stomach tenderly, leaving sticky chocolate fingerprints on the lighter brown of her skin. "I always thought that if I had all the donuts I wanted, I could just sit and eat forever, but... that’s not true!"

Under normal circumstances Ayeka would have felt sorry for this creature with the form of a grown woman and the intellect of a child, who didn’t even have the sense to stop eating sweets before she made herself sick, but right now she was enraged. Enraged because so much was on the line with this contest, and Mihoshi had set her back an entire afternoon’s eating. It was Ryoko’s fault really, not this poor brainless woman’s whom had been used to exploit a loophole. Ryoko was who she should be mad at. But Ryoko was gone and Mihoshi was there, in front of her, glutted with the food Ayeka had been counting on.

The space princess grabbed a handful of thick blond curls and yanked Mihoshi roughly upright. "You PIG!" she almost spat into her face. "You can’t be satisfied with... with a reasonable amount, you have to stuff down every one! You, you utter, greedy, gluttonous SOW!" She dragged Mihoshi off the bed. "I bet you wish you had more to eat, don’t you?"

"N-not really..." Mihoshi stammered, shocked by the blaze in Ayeka’s eyes. With more than one part of her body in pain, and completely confused by the situation, she started to cry.

"I think you do!" Ayeka’s eyes gleamed insanely. "And I know where you can get some.... Ryoko has a stash of pastries too!" Still latched onto Mihoshi’s hair, Ayeka dragged the sobbing woman down the hall to Ryoko’s room and shoved her inside.

"Here!" She reached for the white cardboard box which stuck out obviously from beneath Ryoko’s bed and pulled it out. "Ryoko’s donut supply! You ate all my food, so eat hers, too! It’s only fair!" she shouted as she ripped the top open, exposing the brightly frosted donuts.

"I-I’m full..." Mihoshi struggled against Ayeka’s iron grip.

"EAT, pig!" Ayeka commanded, using her superior weight to drag Mihoshi to her knees and force her forward. The tall, tan woman belched sharply as the abrupt compression of her stomach forced air out of her belly, and gave a muffled cry as her face with pushed deeply into the box of donuts.

"Eat them!" Ayeka ordered, and when Mihoshi didn’t seem to obey her she yanked her to her knees again and then pushed her over onto her back, climbing onto her. She snagged the box and pulled it to a more convenient spot near Mihoshi’s head and then reached in, grabbing a sticky chocolate specimen.

"Open up..." she coaxed. Mihoshi fought to escape, but she was pinned to the floor by the weight of Ayeka and her own already-stuffed stomach.

Ayeka shoved the donut into Mihoshi’s mouth whole. "Now chew it up." she instructed, watching in approval as the woman masticated the gooey blob and finally swallowed it. "Let’s pick up the pace."

Ayeka began packing her prisoner’s mouth with donuts almost faster than she could chew them. As Mihoshi was stuffed fuller and fuller, her drum-tight belly swelled more and more, its taut hardness pushing into the warm, yielding lard of Ayeka’s abdomen. The princess shifted herself uncomfortably and reached for another donut, only to discover that she had forced every one of them into her captive. She glanced around, looking for another box.

"Please! Please, Ayeka, I’ll pop if I eat any more!" the policewoman sobbed, taking advantage of her brief respite. As she begged, the door to Ryoko’s room swung open and Kiyone stormed in.

"What’s going on in here-- oh my god!" Mihoshi’s partner shrieked.

"Kiyone! Help!" Mihoshi cried. Kiyone dragged Ayeka to her feet and slapped her viciously.

"What the hell are you doing?" she shouted into Ayeka’s face, her wild blue hair framing a face twisted with rage. Kiyone shoved the girl backwards onto the bed and knelt down by Mihoshi.

"Are you all right?" she asked. Mihoshi, wracked with sobs and hiccups, nodded and tried to sit up and embrace Kiyone, but she was too heavy with food to move. There was a greenish tint mixed in with the tan on her face. Her entire body shuddered as an enormous belch ripped out of her.

"Let’s get you to bed," Kiyone said, and with great difficulty she managed to pick Mihoshi up and cradle her in her arms. As she staggered towards the door, she turned to address Ayeka. "I don’t know what the fuck you thought you were doing," she said coldy, chin brushing against Mihoshi’s engorged stomach with every syllable, "but I’m going to have a little talk with you later."

"I... I didn’t mean to.." Ayeka started weakly. The sting of Kiyone’s slap didn’t hurt her nearly as much as the realization of what she had done. "I... don’t know what came over me..." Such sadism, she thought. What a... a monster I was. I must be under so much stress.

***

Ryoko stepped up onto the scale, watched by the entire household (with the exception of the men-- she had asked that they be blindfolded and, over the protestations of Tenchi’s father, it had been done). It was the day of the final weigh-in, and she was ready. She just knew she was bigger than Ayeka, knew that she had swollen up far more than her opponent had, growing in every direction, but especially out in front.

"Okay, off with your clothes." Washu instructed her. Ryoko struggled out of her tight clothing, tossing it aside carelessly. It didn’t fit anymore anyway. Freed of its constriction, her belly, vast and round, the prize fruit of her efforts, sagged down. It rumbled ominously, hungrily... they hadn’t been allowed to eat or drink this morning, so that their results would not be skewed. "Patience." she thought. "After I win, Tenchi will be mine... all mine... And I’ll let him feed me until I burst." The thought of the erotic nights ahead sent a tingle up her spine, which set her whole jello-mold body into a jiggling spasm.

As if summoned by her thoughts, though actually summoned by Sasami who led him into the bathroom, Tenchi appeared,. He started in shock upon seeing Ryoko’s plump body in all its naked glory, and they both blushed furiously.

"Sorry! I thought he should be here... I didn’t know you’d be.." Sasami tried to apologize.

"That’s okay." Ryoko tried to regain her composure. "He’d have seen it soon enough anyway."

"Um... could someone tell me what’s going on?" Tenchi asked plaintively, politely looking at the ceiling.

"All in good time, Tenchi!" Ryoko assured him. "Washu, turn the scale on, if you please..." She attempted to stay calm, but her mind was screaming to know the results. Of course, it was Ayeka’s reading she was really waiting for-- she knew her own weight was-

"280.2 pounds!" Washu read off the scale. Ryoko was surprised. Heh, must’ve put of a few more since yesterday, she thought. But all the better!

"I’m glad this contest is ending." Kiyone complained, tugging at the ill-fitting waistband of her slacks. "Having all this fattening food around is murder on my diet."

"What contest?" Tenchi asked, looking away again as Ayeka stripped and stepped onto the scale.

Her rolls of flesh sticky with sweat, Ayeka awaited the result. I don’t deserve to win... not after what I did to poor Mihoshi... she thought. Then again, I’m not doing this just for myself, of course. I’m doing it to free Tenchi from the grasp of that horrible Ryoko!

Still, a sidelong glance at Mihoshi, who was still suffering from severe indigestion, filled her with guilt.

"265.5 pounds." Washu read off the digital readout. "Hey... how about that. You both gained one hundred and fifty pounds--it’s a tie!"

"A what?" Ayeka blurted.

"A WHAT?" Ryoko snapped.

"What’s a tie? What is this contest everyone is talking about?" Tenchi asked, baffled.

"We were trying to gain weight for you, you idiot!" Ryoko snapped at him. "The least you could do is show a little gratitude!"

"Uh, thanks I guess..." Tenchi started. "Ummm... er... can I ask.... why?"

"Because you’re a feeder of course!" Ayeka explained. "We were competing to see who would make the best feedee! And I still think that I would."

"In your dreams, maybe!" Ryoko retorted. "Maybe we gained the same, but in the end, I’m the heaviest!" Electricity snapped in the air around her.

"But I gained the largest percentage!" Wooden pillars massed behind Ayeka.

"Feeder? Feedee?" Tenchi asked. "Oh yes... my father tried to get me interested in that with those magazines, but they were just.... weird."

"Yep, that boy has no idea of what’s really arousing!" Tenchi’s father said good-naturedly. "Incidentally, this contest has been the most fun I’ve ever had! You girls look great! Why not go another month and see if we can get a winner then?"

"You mean... those magazines were yours?" Ayeka squeaked. "And Tenchi doesn’t like weight gain at all! Eeek! I’m a pig!"

"I’m a cow!" Ryoko moaned.

"I’m a whale!"

"I’m an elephant!"

"I’m a.... ummm.... a moose!"

"You sure are!" Tenchi’s father agreed. "And you look great!"

The lighting, the wooden pillars, and the combined wrath of two severely angry space plumpers redirected itself towards him, but with the blindfold on he never saw it coming...

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