Previously...

Donatello and Raphael raced after Mondo to the reactor deep within the technodrome... Well, they made their way as quickly as they could, anyway. Raphael was having a hard time running for any long period of time, and the fastest pace he could manage was a belly-wobbling jog thatwould have made Master Splinter cringe for sure. But Donatello was determined to solve one problem at a time. First he'd help shut down this reactor, and -then- he'd figure out what was wrong with Raph and Mikey. Seriously, had it been something they ate? He felt perfectly fine, after all.

Walking into the lowest floor of the giant reactor's enclosed atrium, the three reptiles gazed up at the looming machine. Pipes, valves, switches, buttons. It certainly -looked- like an engine of destruction and chaos, but one wouldn't guess too quickly that it ran on snack cakes. It hummed ominously, but only at half-power.

"Without that part Shredder and Krang need, it should be pretty easy to bypass the reactor's main function programming and take it down," asserted Donnie. "You two cover my back while I work and Mondo, make sure Raph doesn't eat anything else!" Despite Raph's grumbling, Donnie rolled up his figurative sleeves, pried open a panel of the reactor, and got to work...

Meanwhile, a couple thousand feet above their heads, the celebratory pizza party was wrapping up, with stuffed bellies all around. Michelangelo took a few moments from stuffing himself to enjoy the sensation of his larger self. Thick fingers gripped into his softened plastron, kneading his stomach like warm dough. He could feel his sides pressing out against his fat arms, limiting their range. He was surprised and even a bit delighted to notice he couldn't fully reach around his belly, which was forcing his mawashi a bit lower on his wide hips and forced his thick legs apart. The pads bound around the joints of his limbs were getting awfully tight, and his neck felt liek an inflated tire under his double chin and round cheeks, but he took that as a good sign that he was filling out into his role as a sumo.

Leonardo, on the other hand, had continued to argue the benefits of remaining lean and trim as a ninja, but had given up around his second extra-large pizza with marshmallows and peanut butter. Now he lay back against one of the warehouse crates, stuffed to the gills and looking rounder than ever. He'd unfastened his belt and katana strap, which gave him a bit more breathing room. As he tried to regain cognitive thought, bebop and Rocksteady continued to enjoy IRON Chef's offerings.

"Who's a good piggy? Who's a hungry piggy? Dat's right, -you- are..."

"Dammit, Rock, just gimme the pizza already!"

"Not with that attitude I ain't! Now who's a good piggy?"

"...Oink..."

Leonardo grunted, pushing himself up a bit, trying to stifle the low belch that rolled up from his gut. "Gnfff... Mikey... I seriously think... we should to -gblurrrp- put a cap on our eating here. I feel too stuffed to do any fighting right now. Hlp! Ugh, I feel slow and lethargic... and -fat-. really fat..."

"I know, dude! Isn't it awesome? Maybe Master Splinter could teach sumo to us both. We'll be training buddies! Though you probably got a bit of catchin' up to do..."

Leo gritted his teeth, trying to get his feet under him. "But that's the point, Mikey! Umph, if we get much bigger, neither of us are going to be able to move, let alone find Donnie and Raph and save Mondo and Leatherhead! We need to curb our appetites until -after- we figure out what Shredder's up to."

"...And -then- we can have another pizza party?"

"No! ...Maybe. ...Yes. ...A big one. Gah! Come on."

"What about those guys...?" Mikey nodded to the boar , who was currently grunting and oinking happily while the rhino let him use his stomach as a pillow and hand-fed him another slice of pizza. The two turtles waddled over, interrupting the moment.

"So," said Leo, doing his best to look intimidating. "Do we have a truce?"

"Are you kiddin'?" grinned Rocksteady. "If this is how youse guys operate, we're switchin' sides!"

"Yeah," belched Bebop, not even bothering to get up. "I ain't ate like this is ever. Whadda we gotta do to sign up?"

Leo scratched the top of his dome, cringing a bit at how heavy his arm felt. "Uh, well, I guess you could start by helping get to the Technodrome and find Mondo and Leatherhead..."

The two ex-Foot flunkies nodded in agreement, hauling themselves up and adjusting their horribly undersized outfits before leading the way into the half-finished service tunnels. The path sloped ever downward, taking them deeper and deeper underground. It was a good thing Bebop and Rocksteady were leading the way, because Leo was sure they would have gotten turned around in the maze-like tunnels... He found his gaze looking over the two once-villains, and how their backsides now bounced and swayed... He shook his head clear. He needed to focus; he was the leader, after all, huge belly or not.

Mikey waddled along not far behind, feeling a bit bored now that he wasn't allowed to snack. His heavy footsteps caused his entire bulk to shake and wobble, so he distracted himself with that sensation, hiking up his mawashi as best he could around his prodigious gut, hearing the creak of his elbow pads when his big arms bent. He couldn't help but grin. If he'd know being this big would have felt this nice, he would have tried to get fat a lot sooner! he glanced over at Ronnie, who was close by as well, still looking cheerful from the prior bout of catering. Mikey knew Leo would find a way to keep the robot out of Shredder's hands. But with all the heavy footfalls and adipose distractions, none of them were aware of the silent approach of the enemy...

The lights in the tunnel suddenly went out. Five voices of confusion spoke out, followed by a lot of bumping and jostling as they tried to orient themselves. While a ninja was at home in the dark, none of them were exactly in any kind of shape to be called a ninja. Leo set his jaw, double-chin and all, and reached for his swords, wincing inwardly when he grasped nothing. He'd left them back at the warehouse with his belt! there were a few more moment of utter darkness before the lights came back on, and the distinct laughter of the Shredder echoed through the tunnels...

1) Leonardo was missing!

2) Michelangelo was missing!

3) IRON Chef was missing!


Yeah, they're gettin' big, aren't they? It was a pleasure writin' up Leo's struggle. Sure, unhindered consensual weight gain can be fun, but if you add a bit of struggle and inner-conflict? Mmph. Don't worry, Leo. You can always grab for -my- sword next time. So, who did Shredder kidnap, folks?