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So a fair while ago, I held a bet with my twitter followers promising that I'd draw their DR-related requests should I fail to draw EVERY DANGANRONPA GIRL by 11/03/2022.

needless to say it went well

Since Kirumi joined Hope's Peak, she's seen a bit of a.. slight change to her dietary habits. As she went from cooking for a client/small group of clientele to her entire class, each with varying tastes in food, the demand for taste-testing and especially practice grew more and more necessary. Before long, Kirumi would find her slender, elegant frame swathed in the fatty fruits of her labor. Shirt sleeves tighten and buttons strain as the Ultimate Maid's arms grow softer and doughier, her breasts larger and pillowy than even the most well-endowed of her classmates. With so little time to mend her dress between mealtime and cooking practice, Kirumi's bobbing, burgeoning potbelly further pushed out against her dress, and in tandem with her ever-widening hips, panty-stretching ass, and gap-swallowing thighs, transformed a once long, flowing dress to a short skirt, baring the quivering mass of her growing adipose to the any student bold enough to stare.

It had to happen eventually, between the neglect for her ever-unfitting uniform and Kirumi's pursuit of culinary perfection, and at the worst conceivable time, no less. Something about today's stew didn't quite taste correct, Kirumi pondered, but what? Better take another taste, just to make sure! Hunched over the galley pot, Kirumi allowed her perfectionism to consume her, deep in denial that anything could be wrong. As spoonful after spoonful became ladleful after ladleful, the waistband tug-of-war between the maid's gut and butt was decided with a loud *SNAP!* *RRRRRP...* as the backside of her dress fell to her knees, leaving Kirumi's own backside bare and on full display. She was like a deer in headlights, unable to move an inch as the sounds of disgruntled, hungry classmates drew nearer and nearer...

Description
So a fair while ago, I held a bet with my twitter followers promising that I'd draw their DR-related requests should I fail to draw EVERY DANGANRONPA GIRL by 11/03/2022.

needless to say it went well

Since Kirumi joined Hope's Peak, she's seen a bit of a.. slight change to her dietary habits. As she went from cooking for a client/small group of clientele to her entire class, each with varying tastes in food, the demand for taste-testing and especially practice grew more and more necessary. Before long, Kirumi would find her slender, elegant frame swathed in the fatty fruits of her labor. Shirt sleeves tighten and buttons strain as the Ultimate Maid's arms grow softer and doughier, her breasts larger and pillowy than even the most well-endowed of her classmates. With so little time to mend her dress between mealtime and cooking practice, Kirumi's bobbing, burgeoning potbelly further pushed out against her dress, and in tandem with her ever-widening hips, panty-stretching ass, and gap-swallowing thighs, transformed a once long, flowing dress to a short skirt, baring the quivering mass of her growing adipose to the any student bold enough to stare.

It had to happen eventually, between the neglect for her ever-unfitting uniform and Kirumi's pursuit of culinary perfection, and at the worst conceivable time, no less. Something about today's stew didn't quite taste correct, Kirumi pondered, but what? Better take another taste, just to make sure! Hunched over the galley pot, Kirumi allowed her perfectionism to consume her, deep in denial that anything could be wrong. As spoonful after spoonful became ladleful after ladleful, the waistband tug-of-war between the maid's gut and butt was decided with a loud *SNAP!* *RRRRRP...* as the backside of her dress fell to her knees, leaving Kirumi's own backside bare and on full display. She was like a deer in headlights, unable to move an inch as the sounds of disgruntled, hungry classmates drew nearer and nearer...