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"Order up!"

The ears of two hungry patrons at the Mintendo Noodle House perked up. The restaurant was absolutely filled to the brim with customers eagerly slurping up the now famous ramen with much gusto. Seeing as they were the only ones left without a dish in front of them, these two first-timers were excited to finally get their hands on some grub.

Unexpectedly, a pair of thick noodle arms erupted from the kitchen. Each hand carried a steaming hot bowl of ramen. With amazing precision, the two bowls were gently placed onto the empty table without a single drop of broth spilling out. The bewildered pair looked at each other, but the aroma of their meal quickly stole their attention. Breaking out the chopsticks, they dug in without hesitation.

"Oh wow, these noodles are incredible!"

"My mouth is in heaven right now~"

"Another pair of satisfied customers."

With her arms having returned to her sides, Min Min quickly wiped some sweat from her brow. The heat of the kitchen and the pace at which she had to work most days often took its toll on the young woman. Using her special arm stretching abilities to serve customers directly from the kitchen saved time and let her keep up the pace, especially during the lunch rush. In the end, she believed the hard work was worth it to make diners happy.

It had been quite some time since the events of the ARMS Grand Prix. Despite tough competition, the Ramen Bomber herself managed to take home the championship. Her martial arts training proved to give her a leg up over the standard stretchy armed combat most other fighters had displayed. With the spotlight on her, she was able to promote her family's business and used the prize money to help spruce things up around the restaurant. Business quickly boomed and the Mintendo Noodle House became a tourist attraction of sorts, attracting customers from all over to see what the hubbub was about.

However, this change came at some personal cost. With things overwhelmingly busy from day-to-day, Min Min quickly found herself unable to keep up with her training and eventually relinquished her title. She felt compelled to keep with family tradition as a ramen chef and continued working at the restaurant instead of looking elsewhere to hire. Long workdays tended to be capped off with a large carb-loaded bowl of noodles quickly being gobbled up to fight off fatigue. This started to have an influence on the previously dieting girl, filling her figure out a touch here and there without a chance to work much of it off. In addition, as part of efforts to make advancements in ramen excellency, she spent time where she could testing all sorts of new recipes or adjustments with herself as the guinea pig. Each change had to pass judgement from her honed taste buds, and this too quickly added pounds to her form.

With everyone seemingly served, Min Min let out a sigh of relief and made her way out of the kitchen. Attempting to cool down, she removed the black bandana from her head which freed short blonde hair from its confines. This was quickly followed by undoing the topmost button of the black uniform she wore, giving her modest chest a little room to breathe. Something to eat would’ve been nice as well if only everything there wasn't served piping hot. A cold glass of water would have to do.

Before she could get too comfortable, a familiar sound caused Min Min's ears to perk up. Heavy footsteps punctuated by the *clack* *clack* of high heels. The front door swung open, the bell above said entrance jingling in response.

Standing in the doorway was Twintelle, popular actress and fellow ARMS competitor. Famously, her arms were not granted the ability to stretch like the majority of those effected by the ARMS gene. Instead her long, white hair could, fashioned into a pair of large twintails she controlled much like any other limb. The two women had squared off in the semi-finals of the previous Grand Prix in one of the most heated and exciting matches of the entire tournament. In a weird twist of fate, the two would become friends after a film shoot brought the superstar to Min Min's neck of the woods. Sneaking off set and over to the restaurant for lunch quickly became tradition, fueled by the eagerness to get her hands on another bowl day after day. Even though they had squared off in the ring before, they only really got to know one another after spending lunch breaks chitchatting for weeks on end.

The change in figure Min Min experience paled in comparison to Twintelle's massive weight gain. One bowl per day quickly grew to two or more as the diva instantly acquired a taste for this highly delicious ramen. Even after filming had ceased and Twintelle returned home to her native France, she used her wealth in order to get these noodles delivered near daily by any means necessary. The occasional vacation back to China to visit her close friend also occurred, simplifying the process for a few days. Her ballooning appetite got the better of her as the weight piled on. She found herself getting offered less roles, however her financial situation was more than comfortable enough to afford missing these large paychecks.

"I have arrived!" The actress struck a slight pose, then waddled her way inside. Her wide hips brushed against the sides of the doorframe, protected by a pair of skintight black pants. Despite her newfound girth, carrying it all didn't seem to labor her much. It was known that her powers also granted the ability to float to a degree. Some theorized she used this antigravity power to reduce her weight, leaving her more mobile than someone that size would've been otherwise. Walking up to the counter, she pulled a pair of stools together as was necessary in order to support her enormous ass. She leaned forward and attempted to sit, her hefty breasts briefly resting upon the countertop. This gave the chef an unintentional eyeful of brown cleavage. Now seated, her quivering body slowly came to rest. "Ah, Min Min, it is so good to see you again!"

"Good to see you too. Glad you gave me a heads up this time." Without missing a beat, the blonde shot her arm back into the kitchen and retrieved a still piping hot ramen bowl pre-prepared for the occasion. Twintelle's favorite was one of the spicier dishes they offered, something she kind of admired considering it was a bit much for her some days. "Dig in!"

"Aw, how sweet of you." It took no time at all for her to dig into the noodley goodness sitting on the counter. Almost as quickly as it had been served, the ramen seemingly disappeared into Twintelle's mouth. She even went as far as to slurp down every last drop of broth as well, save for the one or two stray drips rolling down her chins. A huge smile took over her face as she exclaimed, "Mmm, très bien!", clapping her hands together and sending a slight wobble through her meaty arms.

"I swear, you say that every time." The blonde giggled.

"Doesn't mean it wasn't genuine. Plus, this is the first time in a while I haven't had to reheat them. Nothing beats eating the real deal here."

"At this point I'm pretty sure I've got your order down by heart. Anyways, how's life treating you?"

"Been enjoying a lot more me time lately. Studios haven't been quite as eager to send roles my way. Wonder why?" She chuckled.

"Seems like you've got plenty of rolls lined up already." Min Min joked.

"Guess so." Her chuckle became a full-on belly laugh as she lifted her doughy gut and dropped it back onto her lap for emphasis. "It's been kind of freeing though, you know? Able to spend time to myself with only the occasional job here and there."

"Wish I knew how that felt sometimes." The chef wiped her brow again and did a quick hand fan to cool herself.

"I dunno, you look a bit like you've been slacking off a bit too~" Reaching over despite the counter digging into her flabby side, Twintelle pinched Min Min's admittedly chubby cheek. She received a slight scowl in return, then quickly retracted her pinch.

"More like I've been so busy here that I haven’t had a chance to train and work out in ages."

"Fair enough. Honestly though, if you stepped into the ring today, you'd still probably be able to compete just fine."

"I'm not exactly as acrobatic as I used to be." She gestured with her hands, traveling along the length of her body to highlight her new physique. Gone was her slender, nimbler figure, and in its place sat one considerably chunkier. Her legs had always been a touch on the thicker side, and while they weren’t exactly tree trunk wide, they sure had grown. A lot of the weight had settled into her lower half, leaving her quite pear-shaped. Moving all this around proved to be a much different experience now. Pulling off some of the dexterous feats she once did during fights was probably near impossible.

“Oh yeah? I dunno, I bet you still have a little fight left in you.”

“Yeah, and exactly how do would you want me to test that theory of yours?”

“Well, maybe you could try doing one of your famous kicks real quick~”

“I-In public?” Min Min’s face was looking a bit red and flustered. Whether it was from the heat of working in the kitchen or the thought of making a scene in front of all her customers was up to interpretation.

“Aw c’mon, just one little kick.” A sly smile had formed on Twintelle’s chubby face. As much as she loved her friend, pushing her buttons could be fun sometimes. “Trust me, everyone here is so entranced by your noodles they won’t notice a thing.”

“Well, if you say so…” Against her better judgement, the former fighter decided to play along. After a deep breath, she began to shift her considerable weight onto her right leg. Sheepishly, the other slowly rose, her fleshy thigh wobbling with every inch higher she was miraculously able to raise it.

“That’s it, look at you go!” The diva happily cheered her on.

Having been long out of practice, Min Min quickly found herself struggling to even maintain this pose let alone try going for the kick. Sweat was once again breaking on her brow as her cheeks took on a rosy tint from the exertion. In an instant, she came crashing down landed on her well-padded rear with a thud. The empty bowl from earlier was rattled due to the impact the chef’s ass made against the floor.

"Ow..."

“Ok, so maybe I misjudged things a little bit.” A large white twintail reached over the counter and, with a bit of effort, was able to help get her back up onto her feet. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think anyone noticed.”

“I guess that helps a little.” Now back on her feet, the blonde cautiously rubbed her sore butt, hoping this wasn’t going to cause some nasty bruising later. “What even made you think I was in any sort of fighting shape at this point anyway?”

"You'd be surprised how well I'm still doing with this new bod."

"You've actually still been fighting?"

"You didn't kn- oh, wait, you probably don't get to see many matches considering you're probably working through most of them." She gave her friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder, albeit with her hair. "Well, let's just say while maybe I'm not as agile as I used to be, all this extra padding kind of comes in handy for taking hits."

"The Lola Pop school of defense?"

Both women broke out into a cackle. It was loud enough to steal the attention of a few patrons, breaking eye contact with their meals for just the briefest moment.

Twintelle pulled out her phone, taking just a quick peek at the screen. "Wow, time really flies by. Unfortunately, I need to head out. Then again, I could go for another batch to-go. Promise I'll return the bowl and all."

"Don't worry, I know you're good for it. You wouldn't be able to resist coming back here later for dinner anyway."

"Guilty as charged~"

Min Min returned to the kitchen once more. Preparing one last heaping helping of ramen, the chef couldn’t help but load the bowl up to the point where the noodles were threatening to spill over the rim. An extra-large portion for her most ravenous customer. She then made her way from behind the counter, presenting it to her eagerly awaiting friend.

“Order up! This one’s on the house.”

It was quickly snatched by those massive white twintails without any hesitation. Twintelle shuffled in close for one quick hug, keeping the hot brothy dish safely out of the way. Her mammoth body nearly engulfed the smaller fatty's as she wrapped her flabby arms around the blonde in a tight embrace, chubby cheek pressed against chubby cheek.

“I swear if you keep spoiling me like this, I’m going to get fat.” The two shared another quick chuckle before the actress released her grip, ending the unintentional smothering. She said her goodbyes and waved, then turned and headed for the door. Min Min watched those enormous hips sway with every step towards the exit. Unable to resist it with the bowl just dangling before her eyes, the star was already snacking on her second meal before even making her exit.

*fwoomp*

“What the?” Twintelle could feel her sides suddenly being pinched hard. Brown belly flesh had managed to get itself wedged between soft fleshy hips and the much sturdier doorframe. Struggle as she might, any attempts at freeing herself only caused the wood to lightly groan in response and left her no closer to release. She grew tired fast as the stress of exerting herself compounded with the steamy heat from her ramen. What was meant to be takeout was had become another dine-in meal.

“Hey uh, mind lending me a hand Min? I might be a little stuck, hehe.”

“Alright, lemme try something.” From all the way across the restaurant, she launched her stretchy arms right toward the door in hopes that the force would be enough to knock her doughy friend loose. It was an open-palmed attempt at more of a push than a punch. With her target’s anatomy being what it was, each hand ended up finding their grasp overflowing with ass cheek as they pressed forward and sent a shockwave of wobbling throughout that colossal rear end. However, this attempt proved fruitless with the wooden frame only making slightly more noise than before and Twintelle just as stuck as she had been. “This may take a while…”

“No worries. Take your time even, I’ve got something to eat after all~” Despite how awkward the situation was, the woman was honestly just happy to spend a bit of extra time with her friend. As outrageous as it was going to sound, she was sure everyone at the meeting wouldn’t mind her tardiness after getting to hear such a wild and hilarious story. Slurping down another mouthful of noodles was all she could do as

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"Order up!"

The ears of two hungry patrons at the Mintendo Noodle House perked up. The restaurant was absolutely filled to the brim with customers eagerly slurping up the now famous ramen with much gusto. Seeing as they were the only ones left without a dish in front of them, these two first-timers were excited to finally get their hands on some grub.

Unexpectedly, a pair of thick noodle arms erupted from the kitchen. Each hand carried a steaming hot bowl of ramen. With amazing precision, the two bowls were gently placed onto the empty table without a single drop of broth spilling out. The bewildered pair looked at each other, but the aroma of their meal quickly stole their attention. Breaking out the chopsticks, they dug in without hesitation.

"Oh wow, these noodles are incredible!"

"My mouth is in heaven right now~"

"Another pair of satisfied customers."

With her arms having returned to her sides, Min Min quickly wiped some sweat from her brow. The heat of the kitchen and the pace at which she had to work most days often took its toll on the young woman. Using her special arm stretching abilities to serve customers directly from the kitchen saved time and let her keep up the pace, especially during the lunch rush. In the end, she believed the hard work was worth it to make diners happy.

It had been quite some time since the events of the ARMS Grand Prix. Despite tough competition, the Ramen Bomber herself managed to take home the championship. Her martial arts training proved to give her a leg up over the standard stretchy armed combat most other fighters had displayed. With the spotlight on her, she was able to promote her family's business and used the prize money to help spruce things up around the restaurant. Business quickly boomed and the Mintendo Noodle House became a tourist attraction of sorts, attracting customers from all over to see what the hubbub was about.

However, this change came at some personal cost. With things overwhelmingly busy from day-to-day, Min Min quickly found herself unable to keep up with her training and eventually relinquished her title. She felt compelled to keep with family tradition as a ramen chef and continued working at the restaurant instead of looking elsewhere to hire. Long workdays tended to be capped off with a large carb-loaded bowl of noodles quickly being gobbled up to fight off fatigue. This started to have an influence on the previously dieting girl, filling her figure out a touch here and there without a chance to work much of it off. In addition, as part of efforts to make advancements in ramen excellency, she spent time where she could testing all sorts of new recipes or adjustments with herself as the guinea pig. Each change had to pass judgement from her honed taste buds, and this too quickly added pounds to her form.

With everyone seemingly served, Min Min let out a sigh of relief and made her way out of the kitchen. Attempting to cool down, she removed the black bandana from her head which freed short blonde hair from its confines. This was quickly followed by undoing the topmost button of the black uniform she wore, giving her modest chest a little room to breathe. Something to eat would’ve been nice as well if only everything there wasn't served piping hot. A cold glass of water would have to do.

Before she could get too comfortable, a familiar sound caused Min Min's ears to perk up. Heavy footsteps punctuated by the *clack* *clack* of high heels. The front door swung open, the bell above said entrance jingling in response.

Standing in the doorway was Twintelle, popular actress and fellow ARMS competitor. Famously, her arms were not granted the ability to stretch like the majority of those effected by the ARMS gene. Instead her long, white hair could, fashioned into a pair of large twintails she controlled much like any other limb. The two women had squared off in the semi-finals of the previous Grand Prix in one of the most heated and exciting matches of the entire tournament. In a weird twist of fate, the two would become friends after a film shoot brought the superstar to Min Min's neck of the woods. Sneaking off set and over to the restaurant for lunch quickly became tradition, fueled by the eagerness to get her hands on another bowl day after day. Even though they had squared off in the ring before, they only really got to know one another after spending lunch breaks chitchatting for weeks on end.

The change in figure Min Min experience paled in comparison to Twintelle's massive weight gain. One bowl per day quickly grew to two or more as the diva instantly acquired a taste for this highly delicious ramen. Even after filming had ceased and Twintelle returned home to her native France, she used her wealth in order to get these noodles delivered near daily by any means necessary. The occasional vacation back to China to visit her close friend also occurred, simplifying the process for a few days. Her ballooning appetite got the better of her as the weight piled on. She found herself getting offered less roles, however her financial situation was more than comfortable enough to afford missing these large paychecks.

"I have arrived!" The actress struck a slight pose, then waddled her way inside. Her wide hips brushed against the sides of the doorframe, protected by a pair of skintight black pants. Despite her newfound girth, carrying it all didn't seem to labor her much. It was known that her powers also granted the ability to float to a degree. Some theorized she used this antigravity power to reduce her weight, leaving her more mobile than someone that size would've been otherwise. Walking up to the counter, she pulled a pair of stools together as was necessary in order to support her enormous ass. She leaned forward and attempted to sit, her hefty breasts briefly resting upon the countertop. This gave the chef an unintentional eyeful of brown cleavage. Now seated, her quivering body slowly came to rest. "Ah, Min Min, it is so good to see you again!"

"Good to see you too. Glad you gave me a heads up this time." Without missing a beat, the blonde shot her arm back into the kitchen and retrieved a still piping hot ramen bowl pre-prepared for the occasion. Twintelle's favorite was one of the spicier dishes they offered, something she kind of admired considering it was a bit much for her some days. "Dig in!"

"Aw, how sweet of you." It took no time at all for her to dig into the noodley goodness sitting on the counter. Almost as quickly as it had been served, the ramen seemingly disappeared into Twintelle's mouth. She even went as far as to slurp down every last drop of broth as well, save for the one or two stray drips rolling down her chins. A huge smile took over her face as she exclaimed, "Mmm, très bien!", clapping her hands together and sending a slight wobble through her meaty arms.

"I swear, you say that every time." The blonde giggled.

"Doesn't mean it wasn't genuine. Plus, this is the first time in a while I haven't had to reheat them. Nothing beats eating the real deal here."

"At this point I'm pretty sure I've got your order down by heart. Anyways, how's life treating you?"

"Been enjoying a lot more me time lately. Studios haven't been quite as eager to send roles my way. Wonder why?" She chuckled.

"Seems like you've got plenty of rolls lined up already." Min Min joked.

"Guess so." Her chuckle became a full-on belly laugh as she lifted her doughy gut and dropped it back onto her lap for emphasis. "It's been kind of freeing though, you know? Able to spend time to myself with only the occasional job here and there."

"Wish I knew how that felt sometimes." The chef wiped her brow again and did a quick hand fan to cool herself.

"I dunno, you look a bit like you've been slacking off a bit too~" Reaching over despite the counter digging into her flabby side, Twintelle pinched Min Min's admittedly chubby cheek. She received a slight scowl in return, then quickly retracted her pinch.

"More like I've been so busy here that I haven’t had a chance to train and work out in ages."

"Fair enough. Honestly though, if you stepped into the ring today, you'd still probably be able to compete just fine."

"I'm not exactly as acrobatic as I used to be." She gestured with her hands, traveling along the length of her body to highlight her new physique. Gone was her slender, nimbler figure, and in its place sat one considerably chunkier. Her legs had always been a touch on the thicker side, and while they weren’t exactly tree trunk wide, they sure had grown. A lot of the weight had settled into her lower half, leaving her quite pear-shaped. Moving all this around proved to be a much different experience now. Pulling off some of the dexterous feats she once did during fights was probably near impossible.

“Oh yeah? I dunno, I bet you still have a little fight left in you.”

“Yeah, and exactly how do would you want me to test that theory of yours?”

“Well, maybe you could try doing one of your famous kicks real quick~”

“I-In public?” Min Min’s face was looking a bit red and flustered. Whether it was from the heat of working in the kitchen or the thought of making a scene in front of all her customers was up to interpretation.

“Aw c’mon, just one little kick.” A sly smile had formed on Twintelle’s chubby face. As much as she loved her friend, pushing her buttons could be fun sometimes. “Trust me, everyone here is so entranced by your noodles they won’t notice a thing.”

“Well, if you say so…” Against her better judgement, the former fighter decided to play along. After a deep breath, she began to shift her considerable weight onto her right leg. Sheepishly, the other slowly rose, her fleshy thigh wobbling with every inch higher she was miraculously able to raise it.

“That’s it, look at you go!” The diva happily cheered her on.

Having been long out of practice, Min Min quickly found herself struggling to even maintain this pose let alone try going for the kick. Sweat was once again breaking on her brow as her cheeks took on a rosy tint from the exertion. In an instant, she came crashing down landed on her well-padded rear with a thud. The empty bowl from earlier was rattled due to the impact the chef’s ass made against the floor.

"Ow..."

“Ok, so maybe I misjudged things a little bit.” A large white twintail reached over the counter and, with a bit of effort, was able to help get her back up onto her feet. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think anyone noticed.”

“I guess that helps a little.” Now back on her feet, the blonde cautiously rubbed her sore butt, hoping this wasn’t going to cause some nasty bruising later. “What even made you think I was in any sort of fighting shape at this point anyway?”

"You'd be surprised how well I'm still doing with this new bod."

"You've actually still been fighting?"

"You didn't kn- oh, wait, you probably don't get to see many matches considering you're probably working through most of them." She gave her friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder, albeit with her hair. "Well, let's just say while maybe I'm not as agile as I used to be, all this extra padding kind of comes in handy for taking hits."

"The Lola Pop school of defense?"

Both women broke out into a cackle. It was loud enough to steal the attention of a few patrons, breaking eye contact with their meals for just the briefest moment.

Twintelle pulled out her phone, taking just a quick peek at the screen. "Wow, time really flies by. Unfortunately, I need to head out. Then again, I could go for another batch to-go. Promise I'll return the bowl and all."

"Don't worry, I know you're good for it. You wouldn't be able to resist coming back here later for dinner anyway."

"Guilty as charged~"

Min Min returned to the kitchen once more. Preparing one last heaping helping of ramen, the chef couldn’t help but load the bowl up to the point where the noodles were threatening to spill over the rim. An extra-large portion for her most ravenous customer. She then made her way from behind the counter, presenting it to her eagerly awaiting friend.

“Order up! This one’s on the house.”

It was quickly snatched by those massive white twintails without any hesitation. Twintelle shuffled in close for one quick hug, keeping the hot brothy dish safely out of the way. Her mammoth body nearly engulfed the smaller fatty's as she wrapped her flabby arms around the blonde in a tight embrace, chubby cheek pressed against chubby cheek.

“I swear if you keep spoiling me like this, I’m going to get fat.” The two shared another quick chuckle before the actress released her grip, ending the unintentional smothering. She said her goodbyes and waved, then turned and headed for the door. Min Min watched those enormous hips sway with every step towards the exit. Unable to resist it with the bowl just dangling before her eyes, the star was already snacking on her second meal before even making her exit.

*fwoomp*

“What the?” Twintelle could feel her sides suddenly being pinched hard. Brown belly flesh had managed to get itself wedged between soft fleshy hips and the much sturdier doorframe. Struggle as she might, any attempts at freeing herself only caused the wood to lightly groan in response and left her no closer to release. She grew tired fast as the stress of exerting herself compounded with the steamy heat from her ramen. What was meant to be takeout was had become another dine-in meal.

“Hey uh, mind lending me a hand Min? I might be a little stuck, hehe.”

“Alright, lemme try something.” From all the way across the restaurant, she launched her stretchy arms right toward the door in hopes that the force would be enough to knock her doughy friend loose. It was an open-palmed attempt at more of a push than a punch. With her target’s anatomy being what it was, each hand ended up finding their grasp overflowing with ass cheek as they pressed forward and sent a shockwave of wobbling throughout that colossal rear end. However, this attempt proved fruitless with the wooden frame only making slightly more noise than before and Twintelle just as stuck as she had been. “This may take a while…”

“No worries. Take your time even, I’ve got something to eat after all~” Despite how awkward the situation was, the woman was honestly just happy to spend a bit of extra time with her friend. As outrageous as it was going to sound, she was sure everyone at the meeting wouldn’t mind her tardiness after getting to hear such a wild and hilarious story. Slurping down another mouthful of noodles was all she could do as