You're grateful that Tsurumaki Kokoro is the one supplying the food, this time. If you'd had to carry that bag all through the concert, and down the queue, you'd have spilled it once or twice already. But now, you're at the front. Your hands are shaking, and your knees can barely keep you aloft, but you've made it. The front of the Hello Happy Queue. There's a small victory to be had, even in that.

"Does everyone have enough food?" From a few feet behind you now, Kokoro continues to hand out bags of nebulous foodstuffs from the massive pile she's amassed next to her. She's almost been doing this an hour, but she doesn't seem to mind; that smile hasn't faltered an inch, in all that time. Everyone who applied for the Meet and Eat event gets one, and gets sent off, behind that mysterious curtain. Being Kaoru Seta's biggest fan, though, you know exactly what's behind it. In fact, you can already hear her wheezing.

"Next!" Okusawa Misaki gestures you to take the few steps up to the curtain. Like it's some kind of sacrificial dais, it's all embossed with gold, and trickling with small rivers of offal and mushed-up foodstuff. Misaki smiles at you, but you can honestly tell she's a bit concerned. "Kaoru-san is getting a bit full, okay?"

You nod back at her. You've done this song-and-dance a dozen times over, watching this goddess expand to her proper size, and every time has been beyond stimulating. It's been perfect, and you've always bought your ticket to the next show as soon as you walked out of the 'shrine', almost as though you were possessed by something you'd caught in there. Kaoru mania, perhaps.

"Just take it slow, okay?" Misaki's trademark fake smile ushers you up to the curtain, and then she pulls it aside and just about pushes you through. "And don't get too close to her mouth, okay?" With one last shout, Misaki drops the curtain back, and you're alone. Alone, save for the smell.

"Kaoru-sama?" You squeak, unable to manage much more. The smell of every single flavour on the planet meets your noise. For a second, you recoil, then step forwards. Squidge. Around the shrine, a set of candles blast into life, and you're dappled with light. That, and what you soon realise is a near-litre of ooze.

"Princess!" Seta Kaoru smiles as you look up to meet her eyes. "You — Urp — came again!" Between her boobs, you can just about make out her grin, and her weary but still glittering eyes. "More food...?" She wheezes, one fat hand reaching down to pat at what had once been a rib, but was now a part of her infinitely expanding tummy.

"M-More!" You gasp, realising your hands are wrist-deep in the prince's meat. "As much as I could get!" Gibbering, you shcloop your hands out of the belly-fat, horrified of offending the goddess you'd queued for so long to meet.

"Hmm," Kaoru mewls, licking her lips as she pats you on the head. "You can rub my tummy if you'd like, princess!" She giggles, moving her red toga-dress slightly to the side so that you can reach more meat. "But you'll have to excuse me if I — bourpp! — if I burp...!"

Hypnotised already by this greedy goddess, you nod feverishly. "Tummy rubs!" You agree, not even taking time to breathe. Once more, your fingers return to Kaoru's blubber, scooping their way through infinite oodles of the blob's fat. In no time at all, they're steeped in sweat and cream, but you continue nonetheless. This immobile goddess needs worshipping, after all.