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“One order of large black pepper fries? 210 yen, please! …Thank you!”

Chiho deposited the customer’s yen in MgRonald’s cash register, then waddled out back to the kitchen.

From the looks of her, it seemed Chiho spent a lot of time in the kitchen. For her once small frame had ballooned. Her already large boobs jumped up two cup sizes. Each breast was larger than her head, to the point where she could easily of rested a MgRonald’s tray across the top of them. The tray wouldn’t have been met with much resistance, for Chiho’s breasts were firm in spite of their flab. The part-timer’s boobs pushed down the collar of her uniform just enough to offer glimpses of her undoubtedly deep cleavage. With her breasts as big as they were, Chiho could have easily shoved a whole large soda into her cleavage. Yet her breasts weren’t the only flabby part of the fast food employee; her belly had grown by leaps and bounds as well. It stuck out just as far as her breasts, and took on an ovular shape. Her boobs rested on the top of her stomach like a shelf. Yet her underbelly drooped past her skirt’s waistband and halfway down her calves. Naturally, this sizeable stomach rode up her uniform’s top significantly, revealing her soft, fleshy underbelly to the world. A few inches higher, and her shirt would have failed to cover her belly button. Her rump had packed on pounds too, stretching her tiny skirt’s fabric to the limit. Yet compared to the size of her bulbous boobs and gut, her rear didn’t seem like anything to write home about. A small double chin wrapped around her face. The part-timer had chubby cheeks as well, a fact only emphasized by her hair being in pigtails.

Chiho tossed the fryer full of French fries a few times. The motion sent her breasts bouncing a bit, straining against her uniform’s buttons. “Ummm, this is how you’re supposed to do it, right?” The part-timer held up the fryer and glanced over her shoulder.

“That’s one order for a MgMuffin?”

Craning her neck as far back as she could, Chiho could just barely make out Maou’s profile as he smiled brightly at a customer.

“May I interest you in our MgMuffin extra value meal? It comes with hashbrowns and any size coffee for just 100 more yen!” The customer muttered something, yet the words didn’t quite reach Chiho’s ears. Maou bowed and chirped, “Thank you! We hope you enjoy your meal.”

A blush spread across Chiho’s face. “Ahh, Maou-san’s as amazing as always…” Chiho knit her eyebrows and nodded to herself. “I can’t let him down! I have to make sure everything tastes perfectly.”

Chiho stuffed a handful of fries in her mouth. The part-timer failed to notice salt falling into her cleavage as she chewed. “Mmm… *huURp.*” Blushing, Chiho held her hand to her mouth. “I-I hope Maou-san didn’t hear that…” She scooped up a second handful. “Just to be sure,” she thought.

“Chi-chan?”

“Eep!”

Wide eyed, Chiho turned around, whipping the fryer out of the basin in the process. Her belly and breasts jiggled like mad. “M-Maou-san?!”

Maou held up his hands and backed up. “Whoa, be careful!”

“Sorry…” Chiho set the fryer back into the basin.

“Everything all right? That last order’s taking you a while.” Maou blinked. Half closing his eyes, the devil sighed. “Don’t tell me you’re taste-testing again.”

Chiho froze stiff. Eyes wide, she forced a smile. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. “W-Who, me?”

Maou pointed. “There’s salt all over your chin.”

“AHH!” she cried. Chiho whipped around, wiping her sleeve so furiously on her face she was liable to start a fire.

Maou walked up behind Chiho and leaned over. Holding his hand next to his mouth, he whispered, “This is a fast food place, you know. Everything’s processed food. It’s all going to taste the same as long as you prepare it the same way.”

Chiho puffed out her lips and looked to the side, eyes half closed. “I’m doing all this for you, you know. You’re so clueless, Maou-san.”

“Hm?” Maou blinked. “I didn’t get that, Chi-chan.”

Chiho backed up, holding up her hands. “N-N-N-Never worries! Er, no, mind! Never mind.”

“?”

“L-Look, the fries are ready! Wow!” Chiho pounded over to Maou. “Let’s get those out and-Wah!”

Chiho’s foot slammed into Maou’s.

“Ouch!”

The girl fell smack into the floor, but her gut cushioned the fall. It pancaked out in all directions under her. Her boobs squished deeply against the mats on the ground, smooshing them into her face. No doubt her butt was high in the air, with her skirt drooping down low enough to reveal her crack. Not that she could see it; the part-timer was busy dealing with a face full of boob.

“Chi-chan?!” Maou knelt down and extended his hand. “Are you all right?”

Chiho turned her head to the side. Tiny waterfalls of tears gushed out of her eyes. “O-One of the only times I get to hold Maou-san’s hand, and it’s because of something like this…”

“Chi-chan?”

“I’m fine, this is nothing new.” Chiho smiled up at Maou. “But at least I didn’t drop any fries this time!”

Maou half closed his eyes as he smirked. “Yes, thank goodness for that.”

Chiho took Maou’s hand, and the devil gritted his teeth as he hoisted her up. He turned away from Chiho, eyes scanning the ground with the intensity of a hawk searching for prey.

“Maou-san? What are you doing?”

“Looking for the buttons.”

Chiho blinked. “Eh?”

Maou turned around. Expression completely neutral, he pointed at Chiho’s clothes. “You didn’t notice?”

Chiho glanced down. “…” Sweat dripped down her forehead as her eyes widened. “W-Wha-?!” Two buttons around her collar were missing, revealing her deep cleavage. One could make out hints of her lacy pink bra as well. Craning her neck, Chiho saw that her shirt had ridden up even further. Her belly was poking out of her shirt, showing off her belly button to the world.

“You’re an outie, huh?” Maou was staring down at…

Chiho turned around, using one hand to cover her breasts and the other to tug on her shirt. Every tug resulted in a jiggle from her tummy. “W-When?! How?!”

“When you fell, probably.” Maou shrugged. “It’s only natural, right? I mean, you’ve been getting pretty big lately. Have you been watching what you eat?”

Chiho whipped around, pounding her foot into the floor. Her breasts bounced. “M-M-M-Maou-san!”

“W-Whoa! What’s wrong?”

“You can’t just… Say that to a girl! A girl’s weight is a sensitive topic!”

Maou rubbed the back of his head, eyebrows upturned. “Oh, sorry. I just thought at this point it went without saying that you’re fat.”

Chiho stared off into the distance. The shine in her eyes dimmed. “Ah…”

Maou looked over his shoulder at a customer, wide eyed. “Oh! Sorry for the wait.” He walked off towards the counter. “What would you like to order?”

Chiho stared unblinking at the opposite wall. “D-Desu yo ne…”

“Annnnd another day comes to a close. Good job today, Chi…” Maou blinked. “Chan…?” The restaurant was empty. Maou peeked his head into the kitchen. No one. “Did she go home already?” Maou walked out back, and picked up a bento from the table where he and Chiho would sit at during break. “But I never returned the bento she made me.” Maou rubbed the back of his head. “Guess I’ll take it and return it the next time I see her.”

Maou turned the light off and returned to the dining area.

“Maa-kun?”

“Whoa, Manager! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Kisaki rested her hand on her hip. “That’s ‘Kisaki-san,’ kid. We need to talk.”

Maou gulped. “D-Did I do something wrong?”

“No. But Sasaki might have.”

“Chi-chan?”

Scratching her head, Kisaki sighed. “Ahh, I’m not going to sugar coat it. Listen. Chi-chan needs…”

Chiho folded her hands behind her back and pouted. Waddling, she made her way up the stairs to Maou’s villa. Every step resulted in her breasts smacking against the top of her belly. Not to mention enticed an ominous creak from the stairs. “’Getting fat,’ he says…” Chiho puffed out her cheeks. “Hrrrmph. I’m only like this because I keep taste testing all those bentos for Maou-san. …A-And maybe a little MgRonald’s food, too.”

She clambered up the last few steps and hobbled over to Maou’s door. Raising her hand to knock, she called, “Maou-san? Do you have my bento? I think I left it back at-”

“...And that’s why I’m going to give this to Chi-chan tomorrow.” It was Maou’s voice.

“Eh?” Chiho blinked, wide eyed. “W-W-What does he mean? Maou-san bought me a present?” Chiho shook her head, blushing. “No, no, no! There’s no way!”

“Just like that?!” Chiho heard Ashiya cry. “That won’t do, Sire! Such a casual approach when gift-giving is simply inappropriate.”

“Huh? Why?”

“In this world, gifts from a man to a woman must be presented with the utmost care. Especially gifts about such sensitive things.”

“Eh, you sure? That doesn’t sound right.”

“Please do not doubt me, Sire.”

Chiho’s heart pounded. “Sensitive things? Is it…?” Steam shot out of Chiho’s ears. “S-Some kind of romantic present?!”

“In fact,” Ashiya continued. “It is customary for presents form a man to a woman to be given whilst on one knee.”

“Gahk…” Chiho’s jaw dropped. The crimson on her cheeks spread to the tips of her ears, and all the way down to her neck. “One knee?! Is Maou-san… PROPOSING?!” Chiho flailed her arms, resulting in her breasts and belly bouncing like mad. “AHHHHHH!!”

“Huh?” Scuffling noises rang out behind the door. “Is someone there?”

“No, don’t open it! What if it’s Hero Emilia?!”

“Oh come on, why would she come this late at night?”

“Ahh, ahh!” Chiho gasped. She snapped her head this way and that, then whipped around and fled. Her heavy footfalls against the wooden stairs sounded like hail beating a car roof.

Maou opened the door, peering his head out. “Yes, who is it? Ohh, Chi-chan!”

Chiho froze stiff. “Eep!” Chiho blinked a few times and forced a wide smile. Not turning around, she called, “M-Maou-san! What a coincidence, meeting you here.”

Maou half closed his eyes. “Er, no, I live here…”

“If it’s a door to door salesman, tell them we don’t want it!” Ashiya yelled. “We can’t afford it. And if they pressure us, threaten to sue, Sire! I hear that works.”

Maou yelled over his shoulder, “If we tell them we can’t afford a door to door salesman’s stuff, why would they think we could hire a lawyer?” Maou turns back to Chiho. “Oh, Chi-chan. I have your bento from lunch. I’ll go ge-”

Shaking her head, Chiho pounded down the rest of the stairs. “No, no that’s okay! Just keep it!” she cried.

“Huh? Well if you insist.” Maou held a hand to his mouth as he yelled, “Do you want me to escort you home? …Annnd she’s gone.” Maou frowned. “What’s got her so flustered?”

From inside the apartment, Urushihara called, “Are you really that dumb?”

“Oh, can it.” Maou went back inside, shutting the door behind him. “Ashiya! Let us discuss our battle strategy for tomorrow!”

Standing outside the wall bordering Maou’s villa, Chiho watched Maou shut the door. A small smile spread across her face. She lowered her head, squishing out her double chin a bit. Blinking a few times, the part-timer blushed. “I-I wonder… What could Maou-san’s present be?”

“A trip to an amusement park?” Chiho thought, “Could this be the present he mentioned…?”

Maou and Chiho sat out back at MgRonald’s at a table. Chiho’s hefty frame could barely be contained by one chair; her rear seeped over the edges of her chair, and her stomach pushed into the edge of the table. Thank goodness she didn’t need to reach the table; her breasts acted as her table most of the time, after all.

Maou smiled. “Yeah. Think you’re up for going tomorrow? It’d be Sunday, so you don’t have to worry about school. And we’re both off, besides.” Maou blinked at Chiho. The part-timer was staring off into space, her cheeks growing redder by the second. “You not interested?”

“Oh, no, I am!” she blurted. Chiho looked down, poking the tips of her index fingers together. “A-Asking to go on Sunday was really thoughtful of you too, Maou-san. But how could you afford tickets?”

“Ahh, that. We got them for free with a newspaper subscription. Although Ashiya was quite opposed at first…”

Maou’s conversation with Ashiya played back in the devil’s head. “A newspaper subscription?! As I’m sure you are aware Sire, we do not have the funds for such frivolous spending! Even if we did purchase one, what possible use would we have for newspaper? Kindle a fire? …Double as toilet paper?

“Maybe we could, you know, READ it-”

“Preposterous. Time spent reading a newspaper could be time spent researching the history of magecraft in this world. How will you make your grand return to Ente Isla if you plan to spend your days reading newspapers?!”

In the present, Maou chirped, “…But we both reached a compromise we were happy with.”

The conversation resumed in Maou’s mind. “Oh, Ashiya! How about we cancel our internet for a month? That should cover it!”

“Ahh, that’s a brilliant idea, Sire! No one important uses it, anyway.”

Urushihara shouted, “Why?! What did I ever do to you?!”

In the present, Maou held up the two tickets to the amusement park. “It may turn out to be a really cheap place, and I know you went to one not that long ago, so I wasn’t sure if I should get them, but-”

“No, no! It’s fine! I’m glad you got them. No, I’m THRILELD you got them!” Chiho cried. Smiling brightly, she gushed, “I’d love to go anywhere with you, Maou-san!”

Chiho knit her eyebrows, frowning tightly. “Maou-san.”

“Hm? Something wrong, Chi-chan?”

“Are you… Trying to tell me something?”

Chiho and Maou stood at the amusement park gate. Surrounding them were guests of noticeably larger than average weight. At the entrance was a fat girl squeezed into a large bear suit, handing out balloons to little kids. A second overweight mascot character waddled around. This one was squeezed into a pair of suspenders, and wore a straw hat on her head. Were all of the mascots like this?!

Still, Chiho looked like she fit right in. The part-timer wore her trendy green dress from when she first went on a date with Maou. Although she didn’t take into account that the last time she tried it on was three-hundred pounds ago. Her breasts forced her collar down embarrassingly low. And her belly hiked up her dress so far, one could see her underbelly whenever she leaned back. This would have left her bare legs completely exposed, so Chiho opted to wear a small skirt. A dress and skirt just to stay properly covered… Perhaps she couldn’t really blame Maou for calling her fat after all.

Maou upturned his eyebrows. “T-This was the cheapest place I could find. You said you’d go anywhere, right?”

Chiho glanced away, blushing. “Well, if it’s just with you, Maou-san…” She tentatively held out her hand. Maou took it. Chiho smiled up at him.

“So, what do you want to ride first?”

Chiho squished herself into a tea cup ride. Her wide frame took up two seats. With each booth only fitting three people, poor Maou was left squished against Chiho’s squishy side.

As the tea cups began to spin around, Chiho glanced at Maou. The devil was grinning as he held the iron bar holding them in. “Ohh, this has more force than I expected!”

Whistling as she turned her head away, Chiho twisted her torso a bit into Maou. Her breasts smooshed against Maou’s chest. The cups switched their momentum, and Maou’s head snapped back. “Grrk!”

He landed on Chiho’s boobs, burying the back of his head into them. Chiho smiled to herself. “You gotta enjoy the small victories,” she told herself.

Chiho and Maou then got in line for a log flume ride, but…

*grrRRRRRRROOooooowwwwlll…*

Maou looked over his shoulder. “Chi-chan, what was- Oh.”

Chiho’s face blazed red as she tugged at the hem of her dress. Stomping off, she cried, “I-I’ll be back in a minute!”

“What about the ride?!”

“J-J-Just hold my spot!”

Chiho ran up to the first food stall she spotted and bought all the corndogs they had. The part-timer sucked down dog after dog like she hadn’t eaten in months. Her stomach grew tighter and tighter, not to mention visibly larger. It pushed up her dress enough to reveal her belly button. While chomping down another one, Chi-chan tried to tug her dress down with her free hand, but to no avail. “*heeuuUUURRRp.* Uuuu, *euRP*, what if Maou-san sees me like this…?”

Her breasts smacked into the face of a distracted park mascot.

“Ah!”

“Oooof, hey! Watch where you’re going!”

After an abrupt conversation, Chiho jogged back to the line with Maou. Thankfully, the ride hadn’t started moving yet.

The two then got on the log flume, and when their log crashed into the water, an overwhelming wave splashed onto them.

Maou coughed and sputtered as he got off the ride. His clothes were dripping, leaving small puddles every step he took. “Gahk, man! What WAS that, some kind of weapon?!” He turned around. “Chi-chan, are you okay? W-Whoa!”

Chiho’s dress and skirt were soaked. The water made the fabric semi-transparent, leaving very little to the imagination. Maou could see every inch of her pink, E cup bra. Not to mention her bloated stomach, still filled with countless corn dogs.

Chiho held her hands up to her breasts. Steam shot out of her ears. “W-W-W-What should I say in this situation?!” she thought. She imagined herself tugging at her wet dress’ collar, and leaning forward a bit. “Maou-san, do you… Like what you see?” Chiho blushed furiously as she wondered, “Would he… enjoy that?” Chiho gulped. She fingered her collar, and sucked in a deep breath.

Maou draped his coat over Chiho’s shoulders. “Eh? Maou-san?”

The devil looked away, scratching his chin. “I just figured you didn’t want anyone to see.”

Chiho half closed her eyes. “Ahaha… Yeah. Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking. Ahahaha…. Ahaha… Ha…”

“C-Chi-chan, if you’re happy, then why is your laugh so creepy…?”

As the sun started to set, Maou and Chiho got on the rollercoaster ride. Unfortunately…

“C-Chi-chan, it’s okay! We can go on another ride.”

Chiho and Maou sat in a two seater cart, forcing Chiho’s ample rear to squished into Maou’s hips. Red in the face, Chiho huffed and puffed as she pushed down on the iron bar to lock them in. It repeatedly smooshed into her stuffed belly. In return, her gut kept pushing the bar back. After all, her tummy was so large, it touched the back of the cart in front of her. Yet she was supposed to touch the iron bar to her torso like Maou could…

“No, I can get it, I can get it!”

“You’re gonna break it…”

“I-I’m not that fat!”

“Haaaaah…” Chiho glanced out the window.

The two were on a Ferris wheel, halfway to the top. The sun met the horizon, and the sky began to turn dark.

As she stared down at the tiny guests milling about, a smile split Chiho’s face. “To think Maou-san would buy me tickets to an amusement park and spend the day with me…” Chiho slouched in her seat with a cheesy smile. “Ahhhh~”

She glanced up at Maou. The devil was resting his chin on his hand, his gaze fixated out the window. “…I think it’s about time now.” Maou turned to her, smiling. “Chi-chan.”

Chiho blinked. “Huh?”

“Close your eyes.”

Chiho’s eyes widened as she gasped. Squeezing her eyes shut, she straightened up. “O-Okay!” The part-timer’s hear pounded in her chest. “What’s going on?!” she thought. “I-I thought the amusement park tickets were his present! There’s just… No way he’s…!”

“Hold out your hand.”

Steam shot out of Chiho’s ears. “Yes!” She shot out her hand, smacking something in the process.

“Ow!”

“S-Sorry!” she shouted.

She felt something soft in her palm.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

Chiho opened her eyes. “It’s…?!”

A big, red… shirt?

Chiho paused. “…” A churning sensation filled her stomach as she unfolded it and held it out in front of her.

It was just an ordinary red dress shirt. But the collar was black. And a familiar logo was printed on the chest.

“...”

Maou beamed as he explained, “As shift manager, it’s my responsibility to make sure my subordinates look their best. So I asked Emilia to sew the buttons back on.” Maou rubbed the back of his head. “Then Ashiya went and made a big deal out of it. Something about proper timing, proper setting, all that stuff. Honestly, I don’t know the first thing about giving girls gifts in this world, but did I do it right? …Uh, Chi-chan?”

Chiho stared at the shirt, a small smile on her face as the light in her eyes dimmed.

“Desu yo ne…”

Maou rested his chin on his hand. He was in his villa, sitting by the window with a frown on his face. “I don’t get it. Why was Chiho so disappointed with her present?”

Ashiya bowed deeply. “My apologies, Sire! My research must have been insufficient!”

“Raise your head, Ashiya. It’s not your fault. I must of done SOMETHING wrong.”

“You really don’t know?” Urushihara grumbled. He was hugging his internet deprived laptop and lying on the floor.

Maou punched his fist into his palm. “Ah, I got it!” He stood up and walked towards the door. “I think I’ll buy her a box of chocolates to make it up to her.”

Urushihara frowned.

Maou put his hand on the doorknob. Ashiya placed his on top of Maou’s. “Sire. What are you doing?”

Urushihara’s eyebrows twitched.

“I’m going to buy choco-”

“You can’t just GIVE them to her!” Ashiya crossed his arms and nodded. “In this world, it is customary for a man to write a love letter when giving a girl a box of chocolates…”

“Ohh! Tell me more!”

Urushihara banged his head into the floor. “You’re both IDIOTS.”

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“One order of large black pepper fries? 210 yen, please! …Thank you!”

Chiho deposited the customer’s yen in MgRonald’s cash register, then waddled out back to the kitchen.

From the looks of her, it seemed Chiho spent a lot of time in the kitchen. For her once small frame had ballooned. Her already large boobs jumped up two cup sizes. Each breast was larger than her head, to the point where she could easily of rested a MgRonald’s tray across the top of them. The tray wouldn’t have been met with much resistance, for Chiho’s breasts were firm in spite of their flab. The part-timer’s boobs pushed down the collar of her uniform just enough to offer glimpses of her undoubtedly deep cleavage. With her breasts as big as they were, Chiho could have easily shoved a whole large soda into her cleavage. Yet her breasts weren’t the only flabby part of the fast food employee; her belly had grown by leaps and bounds as well. It stuck out just as far as her breasts, and took on an ovular shape. Her boobs rested on the top of her stomach like a shelf. Yet her underbelly drooped past her skirt’s waistband and halfway down her calves. Naturally, this sizeable stomach rode up her uniform’s top significantly, revealing her soft, fleshy underbelly to the world. A few inches higher, and her shirt would have failed to cover her belly button. Her rump had packed on pounds too, stretching her tiny skirt’s fabric to the limit. Yet compared to the size of her bulbous boobs and gut, her rear didn’t seem like anything to write home about. A small double chin wrapped around her face. The part-timer had chubby cheeks as well, a fact only emphasized by her hair being in pigtails.

Chiho tossed the fryer full of French fries a few times. The motion sent her breasts bouncing a bit, straining against her uniform’s buttons. “Ummm, this is how you’re supposed to do it, right?” The part-timer held up the fryer and glanced over her shoulder.

“That’s one order for a MgMuffin?”

Craning her neck as far back as she could, Chiho could just barely make out Maou’s profile as he smiled brightly at a customer.

“May I interest you in our MgMuffin extra value meal? It comes with hashbrowns and any size coffee for just 100 more yen!” The customer muttered something, yet the words didn’t quite reach Chiho’s ears. Maou bowed and chirped, “Thank you! We hope you enjoy your meal.”

A blush spread across Chiho’s face. “Ahh, Maou-san’s as amazing as always…” Chiho knit her eyebrows and nodded to herself. “I can’t let him down! I have to make sure everything tastes perfectly.”

Chiho stuffed a handful of fries in her mouth. The part-timer failed to notice salt falling into her cleavage as she chewed. “Mmm… *huURp.*” Blushing, Chiho held her hand to her mouth. “I-I hope Maou-san didn’t hear that…” She scooped up a second handful. “Just to be sure,” she thought.

“Chi-chan?”

“Eep!”

Wide eyed, Chiho turned around, whipping the fryer out of the basin in the process. Her belly and breasts jiggled like mad. “M-Maou-san?!”

Maou held up his hands and backed up. “Whoa, be careful!”

“Sorry…” Chiho set the fryer back into the basin.

“Everything all right? That last order’s taking you a while.” Maou blinked. Half closing his eyes, the devil sighed. “Don’t tell me you’re taste-testing again.”

Chiho froze stiff. Eyes wide, she forced a smile. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. “W-Who, me?”

Maou pointed. “There’s salt all over your chin.”

“AHH!” she cried. Chiho whipped around, wiping her sleeve so furiously on her face she was liable to start a fire.

Maou walked up behind Chiho and leaned over. Holding his hand next to his mouth, he whispered, “This is a fast food place, you know. Everything’s processed food. It’s all going to taste the same as long as you prepare it the same way.”

Chiho puffed out her lips and looked to the side, eyes half closed. “I’m doing all this for you, you know. You’re so clueless, Maou-san.”

“Hm?” Maou blinked. “I didn’t get that, Chi-chan.”

Chiho backed up, holding up her hands. “N-N-N-Never worries! Er, no, mind! Never mind.”

“?”

“L-Look, the fries are ready! Wow!” Chiho pounded over to Maou. “Let’s get those out and-Wah!”

Chiho’s foot slammed into Maou’s.

“Ouch!”

The girl fell smack into the floor, but her gut cushioned the fall. It pancaked out in all directions under her. Her boobs squished deeply against the mats on the ground, smooshing them into her face. No doubt her butt was high in the air, with her skirt drooping down low enough to reveal her crack. Not that she could see it; the part-timer was busy dealing with a face full of boob.

“Chi-chan?!” Maou knelt down and extended his hand. “Are you all right?”

Chiho turned her head to the side. Tiny waterfalls of tears gushed out of her eyes. “O-One of the only times I get to hold Maou-san’s hand, and it’s because of something like this…”

“Chi-chan?”

“I’m fine, this is nothing new.” Chiho smiled up at Maou. “But at least I didn’t drop any fries this time!”

Maou half closed his eyes as he smirked. “Yes, thank goodness for that.”

Chiho took Maou’s hand, and the devil gritted his teeth as he hoisted her up. He turned away from Chiho, eyes scanning the ground with the intensity of a hawk searching for prey.

“Maou-san? What are you doing?”

“Looking for the buttons.”

Chiho blinked. “Eh?”

Maou turned around. Expression completely neutral, he pointed at Chiho’s clothes. “You didn’t notice?”

Chiho glanced down. “…” Sweat dripped down her forehead as her eyes widened. “W-Wha-?!” Two buttons around her collar were missing, revealing her deep cleavage. One could make out hints of her lacy pink bra as well. Craning her neck, Chiho saw that her shirt had ridden up even further. Her belly was poking out of her shirt, showing off her belly button to the world.

“You’re an outie, huh?” Maou was staring down at…

Chiho turned around, using one hand to cover her breasts and the other to tug on her shirt. Every tug resulted in a jiggle from her tummy. “W-When?! How?!”

“When you fell, probably.” Maou shrugged. “It’s only natural, right? I mean, you’ve been getting pretty big lately. Have you been watching what you eat?”

Chiho whipped around, pounding her foot into the floor. Her breasts bounced. “M-M-M-Maou-san!”

“W-Whoa! What’s wrong?”

“You can’t just… Say that to a girl! A girl’s weight is a sensitive topic!”

Maou rubbed the back of his head, eyebrows upturned. “Oh, sorry. I just thought at this point it went without saying that you’re fat.”

Chiho stared off into the distance. The shine in her eyes dimmed. “Ah…”

Maou looked over his shoulder at a customer, wide eyed. “Oh! Sorry for the wait.” He walked off towards the counter. “What would you like to order?”

Chiho stared unblinking at the opposite wall. “D-Desu yo ne…”

“Annnnd another day comes to a close. Good job today, Chi…” Maou blinked. “Chan…?” The restaurant was empty. Maou peeked his head into the kitchen. No one. “Did she go home already?” Maou walked out back, and picked up a bento from the table where he and Chiho would sit at during break. “But I never returned the bento she made me.” Maou rubbed the back of his head. “Guess I’ll take it and return it the next time I see her.”

Maou turned the light off and returned to the dining area.

“Maa-kun?”

“Whoa, Manager! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Kisaki rested her hand on her hip. “That’s ‘Kisaki-san,’ kid. We need to talk.”

Maou gulped. “D-Did I do something wrong?”

“No. But Sasaki might have.”

“Chi-chan?”

Scratching her head, Kisaki sighed. “Ahh, I’m not going to sugar coat it. Listen. Chi-chan needs…”

Chiho folded her hands behind her back and pouted. Waddling, she made her way up the stairs to Maou’s villa. Every step resulted in her breasts smacking against the top of her belly. Not to mention enticed an ominous creak from the stairs. “’Getting fat,’ he says…” Chiho puffed out her cheeks. “Hrrrmph. I’m only like this because I keep taste testing all those bentos for Maou-san. …A-And maybe a little MgRonald’s food, too.”

She clambered up the last few steps and hobbled over to Maou’s door. Raising her hand to knock, she called, “Maou-san? Do you have my bento? I think I left it back at-”

“...And that’s why I’m going to give this to Chi-chan tomorrow.” It was Maou’s voice.

“Eh?” Chiho blinked, wide eyed. “W-W-What does he mean? Maou-san bought me a present?” Chiho shook her head, blushing. “No, no, no! There’s no way!”

“Just like that?!” Chiho heard Ashiya cry. “That won’t do, Sire! Such a casual approach when gift-giving is simply inappropriate.”

“Huh? Why?”

“In this world, gifts from a man to a woman must be presented with the utmost care. Especially gifts about such sensitive things.”

“Eh, you sure? That doesn’t sound right.”

“Please do not doubt me, Sire.”

Chiho’s heart pounded. “Sensitive things? Is it…?” Steam shot out of Chiho’s ears. “S-Some kind of romantic present?!”

“In fact,” Ashiya continued. “It is customary for presents form a man to a woman to be given whilst on one knee.”

“Gahk…” Chiho’s jaw dropped. The crimson on her cheeks spread to the tips of her ears, and all the way down to her neck. “One knee?! Is Maou-san… PROPOSING?!” Chiho flailed her arms, resulting in her breasts and belly bouncing like mad. “AHHHHHH!!”

“Huh?” Scuffling noises rang out behind the door. “Is someone there?”

“No, don’t open it! What if it’s Hero Emilia?!”

“Oh come on, why would she come this late at night?”

“Ahh, ahh!” Chiho gasped. She snapped her head this way and that, then whipped around and fled. Her heavy footfalls against the wooden stairs sounded like hail beating a car roof.

Maou opened the door, peering his head out. “Yes, who is it? Ohh, Chi-chan!”

Chiho froze stiff. “Eep!” Chiho blinked a few times and forced a wide smile. Not turning around, she called, “M-Maou-san! What a coincidence, meeting you here.”

Maou half closed his eyes. “Er, no, I live here…”

“If it’s a door to door salesman, tell them we don’t want it!” Ashiya yelled. “We can’t afford it. And if they pressure us, threaten to sue, Sire! I hear that works.”

Maou yelled over his shoulder, “If we tell them we can’t afford a door to door salesman’s stuff, why would they think we could hire a lawyer?” Maou turns back to Chiho. “Oh, Chi-chan. I have your bento from lunch. I’ll go ge-”

Shaking her head, Chiho pounded down the rest of the stairs. “No, no that’s okay! Just keep it!” she cried.

“Huh? Well if you insist.” Maou held a hand to his mouth as he yelled, “Do you want me to escort you home? …Annnd she’s gone.” Maou frowned. “What’s got her so flustered?”

From inside the apartment, Urushihara called, “Are you really that dumb?”

“Oh, can it.” Maou went back inside, shutting the door behind him. “Ashiya! Let us discuss our battle strategy for tomorrow!”

Standing outside the wall bordering Maou’s villa, Chiho watched Maou shut the door. A small smile spread across her face. She lowered her head, squishing out her double chin a bit. Blinking a few times, the part-timer blushed. “I-I wonder… What could Maou-san’s present be?”

“A trip to an amusement park?” Chiho thought, “Could this be the present he mentioned…?”

Maou and Chiho sat out back at MgRonald’s at a table. Chiho’s hefty frame could barely be contained by one chair; her rear seeped over the edges of her chair, and her stomach pushed into the edge of the table. Thank goodness she didn’t need to reach the table; her breasts acted as her table most of the time, after all.

Maou smiled. “Yeah. Think you’re up for going tomorrow? It’d be Sunday, so you don’t have to worry about school. And we’re both off, besides.” Maou blinked at Chiho. The part-timer was staring off into space, her cheeks growing redder by the second. “You not interested?”

“Oh, no, I am!” she blurted. Chiho looked down, poking the tips of her index fingers together. “A-Asking to go on Sunday was really thoughtful of you too, Maou-san. But how could you afford tickets?”

“Ahh, that. We got them for free with a newspaper subscription. Although Ashiya was quite opposed at first…”

Maou’s conversation with Ashiya played back in the devil’s head. “A newspaper subscription?! As I’m sure you are aware Sire, we do not have the funds for such frivolous spending! Even if we did purchase one, what possible use would we have for newspaper? Kindle a fire? …Double as toilet paper?

“Maybe we could, you know, READ it-”

“Preposterous. Time spent reading a newspaper could be time spent researching the history of magecraft in this world. How will you make your grand return to Ente Isla if you plan to spend your days reading newspapers?!”

In the present, Maou chirped, “…But we both reached a compromise we were happy with.”

The conversation resumed in Maou’s mind. “Oh, Ashiya! How about we cancel our internet for a month? That should cover it!”

“Ahh, that’s a brilliant idea, Sire! No one important uses it, anyway.”

Urushihara shouted, “Why?! What did I ever do to you?!”

In the present, Maou held up the two tickets to the amusement park. “It may turn out to be a really cheap place, and I know you went to one not that long ago, so I wasn’t sure if I should get them, but-”

“No, no! It’s fine! I’m glad you got them. No, I’m THRILELD you got them!” Chiho cried. Smiling brightly, she gushed, “I’d love to go anywhere with you, Maou-san!”

Chiho knit her eyebrows, frowning tightly. “Maou-san.”

“Hm? Something wrong, Chi-chan?”

“Are you… Trying to tell me something?”

Chiho and Maou stood at the amusement park gate. Surrounding them were guests of noticeably larger than average weight. At the entrance was a fat girl squeezed into a large bear suit, handing out balloons to little kids. A second overweight mascot character waddled around. This one was squeezed into a pair of suspenders, and wore a straw hat on her head. Were all of the mascots like this?!

Still, Chiho looked like she fit right in. The part-timer wore her trendy green dress from when she first went on a date with Maou. Although she didn’t take into account that the last time she tried it on was three-hundred pounds ago. Her breasts forced her collar down embarrassingly low. And her belly hiked up her dress so far, one could see her underbelly whenever she leaned back. This would have left her bare legs completely exposed, so Chiho opted to wear a small skirt. A dress and skirt just to stay properly covered… Perhaps she couldn’t really blame Maou for calling her fat after all.

Maou upturned his eyebrows. “T-This was the cheapest place I could find. You said you’d go anywhere, right?”

Chiho glanced away, blushing. “Well, if it’s just with you, Maou-san…” She tentatively held out her hand. Maou took it. Chiho smiled up at him.

“So, what do you want to ride first?”

Chiho squished herself into a tea cup ride. Her wide frame took up two seats. With each booth only fitting three people, poor Maou was left squished against Chiho’s squishy side.

As the tea cups began to spin around, Chiho glanced at Maou. The devil was grinning as he held the iron bar holding them in. “Ohh, this has more force than I expected!”

Whistling as she turned her head away, Chiho twisted her torso a bit into Maou. Her breasts smooshed against Maou’s chest. The cups switched their momentum, and Maou’s head snapped back. “Grrk!”

He landed on Chiho’s boobs, burying the back of his head into them. Chiho smiled to herself. “You gotta enjoy the small victories,” she told herself.

Chiho and Maou then got in line for a log flume ride, but…

*grrRRRRRRROOooooowwwwlll…*

Maou looked over his shoulder. “Chi-chan, what was- Oh.”

Chiho’s face blazed red as she tugged at the hem of her dress. Stomping off, she cried, “I-I’ll be back in a minute!”

“What about the ride?!”

“J-J-Just hold my spot!”

Chiho ran up to the first food stall she spotted and bought all the corndogs they had. The part-timer sucked down dog after dog like she hadn’t eaten in months. Her stomach grew tighter and tighter, not to mention visibly larger. It pushed up her dress enough to reveal her belly button. While chomping down another one, Chi-chan tried to tug her dress down with her free hand, but to no avail. “*heeuuUUURRRp.* Uuuu, *euRP*, what if Maou-san sees me like this…?”

Her breasts smacked into the face of a distracted park mascot.

“Ah!”

“Oooof, hey! Watch where you’re going!”

After an abrupt conversation, Chiho jogged back to the line with Maou. Thankfully, the ride hadn’t started moving yet.

The two then got on the log flume, and when their log crashed into the water, an overwhelming wave splashed onto them.

Maou coughed and sputtered as he got off the ride. His clothes were dripping, leaving small puddles every step he took. “Gahk, man! What WAS that, some kind of weapon?!” He turned around. “Chi-chan, are you okay? W-Whoa!”

Chiho’s dress and skirt were soaked. The water made the fabric semi-transparent, leaving very little to the imagination. Maou could see every inch of her pink, E cup bra. Not to mention her bloated stomach, still filled with countless corn dogs.

Chiho held her hands up to her breasts. Steam shot out of her ears. “W-W-W-What should I say in this situation?!” she thought. She imagined herself tugging at her wet dress’ collar, and leaning forward a bit. “Maou-san, do you… Like what you see?” Chiho blushed furiously as she wondered, “Would he… enjoy that?” Chiho gulped. She fingered her collar, and sucked in a deep breath.

Maou draped his coat over Chiho’s shoulders. “Eh? Maou-san?”

The devil looked away, scratching his chin. “I just figured you didn’t want anyone to see.”

Chiho half closed her eyes. “Ahaha… Yeah. Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking. Ahahaha…. Ahaha… Ha…”

“C-Chi-chan, if you’re happy, then why is your laugh so creepy…?”

As the sun started to set, Maou and Chiho got on the rollercoaster ride. Unfortunately…

“C-Chi-chan, it’s okay! We can go on another ride.”

Chiho and Maou sat in a two seater cart, forcing Chiho’s ample rear to squished into Maou’s hips. Red in the face, Chiho huffed and puffed as she pushed down on the iron bar to lock them in. It repeatedly smooshed into her stuffed belly. In return, her gut kept pushing the bar back. After all, her tummy was so large, it touched the back of the cart in front of her. Yet she was supposed to touch the iron bar to her torso like Maou could…

“No, I can get it, I can get it!”

“You’re gonna break it…”

“I-I’m not that fat!”

“Haaaaah…” Chiho glanced out the window.

The two were on a Ferris wheel, halfway to the top. The sun met the horizon, and the sky began to turn dark.

As she stared down at the tiny guests milling about, a smile split Chiho’s face. “To think Maou-san would buy me tickets to an amusement park and spend the day with me…” Chiho slouched in her seat with a cheesy smile. “Ahhhh~”

She glanced up at Maou. The devil was resting his chin on his hand, his gaze fixated out the window. “…I think it’s about time now.” Maou turned to her, smiling. “Chi-chan.”

Chiho blinked. “Huh?”

“Close your eyes.”

Chiho’s eyes widened as she gasped. Squeezing her eyes shut, she straightened up. “O-Okay!” The part-timer’s hear pounded in her chest. “What’s going on?!” she thought. “I-I thought the amusement park tickets were his present! There’s just… No way he’s…!”

“Hold out your hand.”

Steam shot out of Chiho’s ears. “Yes!” She shot out her hand, smacking something in the process.

“Ow!”

“S-Sorry!” she shouted.

She felt something soft in her palm.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

Chiho opened her eyes. “It’s…?!”

A big, red… shirt?

Chiho paused. “…” A churning sensation filled her stomach as she unfolded it and held it out in front of her.

It was just an ordinary red dress shirt. But the collar was black. And a familiar logo was printed on the chest.

“...”

Maou beamed as he explained, “As shift manager, it’s my responsibility to make sure my subordinates look their best. So I asked Emilia to sew the buttons back on.” Maou rubbed the back of his head. “Then Ashiya went and made a big deal out of it. Something about proper timing, proper setting, all that stuff. Honestly, I don’t know the first thing about giving girls gifts in this world, but did I do it right? …Uh, Chi-chan?”

Chiho stared at the shirt, a small smile on her face as the light in her eyes dimmed.

“Desu yo ne…”

Maou rested his chin on his hand. He was in his villa, sitting by the window with a frown on his face. “I don’t get it. Why was Chiho so disappointed with her present?”

Ashiya bowed deeply. “My apologies, Sire! My research must have been insufficient!”

“Raise your head, Ashiya. It’s not your fault. I must of done SOMETHING wrong.”

“You really don’t know?” Urushihara grumbled. He was hugging his internet deprived laptop and lying on the floor.

Maou punched his fist into his palm. “Ah, I got it!” He stood up and walked towards the door. “I think I’ll buy her a box of chocolates to make it up to her.”

Urushihara frowned.

Maou put his hand on the doorknob. Ashiya placed his on top of Maou’s. “Sire. What are you doing?”

Urushihara’s eyebrows twitched.

“I’m going to buy choco-”

“You can’t just GIVE them to her!” Ashiya crossed his arms and nodded. “In this world, it is customary for a man to write a love letter when giving a girl a box of chocolates…”

“Ohh! Tell me more!”

Urushihara banged his head into the floor. “You’re both IDIOTS.”