Sunadokei Akimichi sat happy as could be at counter of Ichiraku's Ramen. It was one of her rare day's off, no mission to tend to and no familial duties or personal errands to finish up. Just free time, which she planned to make the most of as only an Akimichi can, eating another food a lesser shinobi would physically burst. It was overall a bit of a muggy day, with grey overcast skies and light drizzles of rain throughout the morning. Sunadokei didn't much mind, she was inside where it was warm, happily seated and munching away at her one woman feast. Were she stuck with patrol duty or trucking through the wilderness on her way to her next assignment though, that would be a different story altogether. Sunadokei disliked patrol duty enough as is, rain would have made it nearly unbearable.
When Sunadokei had caught wind that Ichiraku's Ramen was having a steak and crab special, she'd come running, quite literally. Planting herself right at the center this morning she hadn't much moved for hours, save for her mouth that is. Known throughout the Konohagakure restaurant scene as the Densetsu no Ōgui Joō, the Legendary Queen of Gluttony, Sunadokei was more than making her presence known and earning her title. When she'd first arrived the curvaceous kunoichi took her seat, reached into her more than ample cleavage, and withdrew a small coin purse she kept tucked away in her bust. The Akimichi clan were one of the Hidden Leaf Village's Four Noble Clans, and their prestige and long history afforded them great wealth. In spite of this, most of Sunadokei's food budget came from her mission payouts, as was the case with the fistful of ryo she'd slammed down on the counter.
"Four dozen bowls of ramen please, the steak and crab special. Half with egg and half without. Oh, and a pitcher of water. Please." Had come her order, spoken confident, commanding, and ravenously hungry. Normally the portly chef behind the counter would have protested such an outlandish order, but he instantly recognized the woman before him as an Akimichi after all. As is Sunadokei's telltale heavy hourglass figure weren't enough of a distinction, she bore the Akimichi clan kanji on the back of her kimono. Bright crimson symbol for 'food' itself embossed against violet silk, it told the staff of the restaurant they were dealing with a seasoned veteran of the culinary world.
"Yes of course miss Akimichi, we'll get to it at once." The chef had said, giving a short bow. The owner watched from the register, silently filled with both nervousness and pride. On one hand, he was going to lose money on this woman. This was a loss leader, meant to pull in more customers for repeat visits. How much depended on the young woman's cavernous appetite, and Itachi Ichiraku had heard plenty of stories from rival business owners. On the other hand though, Ichiraku knew Sunadokei to be the Heiress of Akimichi, the eldest daughter of the head of the Akimichi clan's main branch. Having her endeared to him as a customer would be a huge marketing tool, and earn the goodwill, and customer loyalty of one of the largest and wealthiest clans in the village... and the biggest eaters to boot. The potential payday had his business senses tingling with anticipation.
In a gluttonous haze Sunadokei had spent the next several hours devouring her order. Stacks of empty bowls heaped a dozen high were piled off to her sides, as meal after meal was swiftly devoured. Sunadokei's hands moved with a kind of keenly honed rhythm that was only possible through intense shinobi training and fervent dedication to her leisurely craft. That is to say, she had fast reflexes and loved to eat, so food moved to her mouth in a blur of chopsticks and noodles. Barely pausing to chew as the Legendary Queen of Gluttony slurped down her feast one bite at a time. She worked her way through the first of her orders by lunch time, and gave herself a minute to rest and freshen up in the restroom. When she returned the woman began her feast anew, doubling her order to the shock and horror of the kitchen staff. The owner nearly had a heart attack, already imagining the numbers in his checkbook after today. Maybe she'd tip generously at least, and that'd cover the difference from the sale. At least, that's what he hoped, otherwise his wife would be giving him a harsh scolding when he informed his beloved of their restaurant's 'special guest.'
When most people ate, their belly's grew full. They'd get slightly bloated and then go lie down to digest. For Sunadokei Akimichi, that was hardly the tip of the iceberg. As an Akimichi her Calorie Control kekkai genkai afforded her body a greater degree of control over its body fat reserves than other shinobi. Firstly, and perhaps most important on days like today, the Akimichi could stretch, grow, and enlarge body parts at will with their chakra. From a single fist to their entire bodies if need be. This meant that, for all intents and purposes, Sunadokei's stomach held a great deal of elasticity. Without expelling chakra, and therefore energy, her cast iron stomach could contain many times the food of a normal woman. With chakra, that limit was increased a hundred fold, but seeing as that would cost her chakra, and thus energy, it rather defeated the point. Eating for calories just to spend them on jutsu just to eat more was a paradox even she couldn't wrap her head around.
The second important aspect of Calorie Control was that Akimichi had incredible metabolisms, their body's able to convert foot rapidly into body fat, and this body fat could then be broken down later and converted into raw chakra. This was the Akimichi's true strength, as it gave them great chakra reserves to power their clan's otherwise extremely chakra intensive jutsu. This longevity and stamina was their great edge in a fight. Or in today's case, the first portion was Sunadokei's secret to avoid needing to be rolled home or rupturing her stomach. Sunadokei Akimichi had always been a curvaceous woman, ever since puberty hit her like a flash flood hitting a wooden bridge. She'd inherited every ounce of her mother Kikyo Akimichi's generous curves, much to the delight of herself and the men her age. Even at her thinnest, she was more buxom than most, with plump thighs, wide childbearing hips, and an ample rear.
When she ate though, this changed considerably as Sunadokei gorged herself to outlandishly curvaceous proportions. She could double her body weight almost in one sitting if need be, and today she was well on her way too. Many of her close friends, and likely many more who oggled her from afar best described her as 'thicc.' Though she herself preferred the word voluptuous, at least thicc got their point across. Today though, a few extra c's were needed to truly describe Sunadokei's steadily growing figure. Her derriere had grown enormous, no longer properly fitting her seat. Like a huge pillowy cushion for her to sit upon. Her thighs were decidedly plump, as thick as a man's waist and straining her dark blue thigh highs. The tight fitted garments cutting lovingly into sun kissed flesh. Sunadokei's hips were noticeably wider, now a full foot and then some wider than her slender shoulders. Her body eager to store fat in all of her womanly curves. Her bust had grown considerably, as well, already enormous breasts now skirting with the word gigantic as they sat like watermelons stuffed into her violet kimono. The cleavage she normally displayed was more than generous, but now it was downright bordering on perverse. Her bosoms strained against the now ill fitting confines of her dress, rising like mountains of dough out of a baking pan.
However, all this paled in comparison to the Akimichi glutton's belly. Normally soft yet toned, with firm muscle underneath from a shinobi lifestyle, and aspect of muscle or definition had been replaced by a monument to hedonistic gluttony. Sunadokei's belly had grown spherically round and comically large. It jut out feet past her, to the point she could scarce reach her arms around it. She looked ready to burst with triplets inside her, though the only baby in this belly were ones born of food. Sunadokei had been forced to completely loosen the sash she normally had cinched tight around her waist, it now hung loose from one side as her swollen midsection alone kept her kimono secured tightly in place. It gave the woman an overall very motherly look, like a fertility goddess heavy with child. She quite liked it, openly flaunting her prominent curves and much preferring a smooth round belly to jellied rolls and folds that plagued women who became traditionally fat. The mere thought of 'getting fat' was wretched in Sunadokei's eyes, and she thanked all the gods that were listening for her kekkai genkai. She didn't know what she'd do without it... except maybe diet she guessed. The thought of that sounded nearly as terrible, an Akimichi without food was like a fish without water.
Sunadokei paused, polishing off her latest bowl and lazily adding it to the fast growing pile. Only a dozen or so to go, then she'd decide if she was full. A slender hand lovingly patted her taut belly, which felt drum tight with food. The women took a moment to bask in her gluttony, a content smile on her face and cheeks flushed slightly pink at how good it all felt. It was rare she got to overindulge like this, and she was quite enjoying it. Several patrols of the restaurant had been watching her from afar, in a mixture of shock, fear, or arousal as she ate. Sunadokei didn't much mind, she was used to stares. Both for her wanton figure and her commanding appetite. She couldn't help who she was, only embrace it like her figure embraced food. Her brief pause now complete she let out a long sigh, taking a drink from her water and then grabbing another pipping hot bowl of ramen to continue her feast. Such was her gluttony she mentally ignored the people coming and going. It was all background noise to her while she ate, and with the packed house due to the special sale, currently the only available seat was the one on her right. Few dared sit next to Sunadokei, choosing wisely to give the bloated woman her personal space.
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