"Twenty HP!" Arisu proclaimed as she held a bag of pastries aloft, her eyes sparkling like she'd just pried them out of a dungeon chest. "Each!" She finally added, bring the package down and pulling the drawstrings apart, revealing the precious payload.

"Huh?" Turning her head slowly, a weary Mikamo Neru didn't share Arisu's excitement in the slightest. Looking down at the calorie-filled baggy, Neru rolled her eyes. Unsure of whether she ought to outright refuse them or not, she spared a glance at Arisu's sparkling, android eyes. No doubt that she'd done the calorie-calculations, too. "Seriously?" She grunted, pulling at the skintight collar of her uniform shirt to try and let some air out — some of the sweaty, stinking air that filled the tiny spaces left inside of it.

"You can use these to heal up after your big adventure!" Having somehow become privy to C&C's every motion, Arisu had set upon the opportunity to make sure Neru was always in peak condition — which most certianly meant keeping her HP in tip-top shape. "You must've taken lots of damage, duelling with all of those monsters!" She nodded, so sure of herself.

"Monsters?" Neru smirked, recalling the mission she'd just finished flawlessly. "Nah, just students. Weak ass students, as usual." Managing to eke out a shred of pride from the situation she found herself in, Neru laughed at her own, near-peerless superiority. Or, at least, her former invincibility; now that her 'HP stat' was so large that she couldn't even fit on most of C&C's missions, Neru was commonly sidelined all the way to the back of the bunnygirl's formations. She hadn't even landed a single shot — but she wasn't about to tell Arisu that.

"Huh?" Arisu's excitement was instantly replaced with a grim look. "You... Don't want them?" She couldn't even compute such an answer; how could the hero not want to keep their HP topped up? "You've got so much HP, though! You need to keep it at max for the next mission!" She complained, jumping forwards as if Neru would just absorb the cookies.

"Nope!" Neru grunted, holding Arisu back with a pair of plump hands. Grabbing Arisu's tiny waist made her blush; not only was the tiny girl so adorable, she was exactly that: tiny. Something Neru wasn't, and hadn't been for a while. "My uhh... My HP is too high already." Letting go of Arisu, Neru blushed as she placed one hand on her belly, squishing lardy blubber through her fingers as she squirmed under the heat of her own embarrassment. "It's forcing me to reclass into a tank..." She mumbled, still struggling a bit with Arisu's RPG-jargon. But, she couldn't deny; right now, Neru was feeling far too much like an actual tank. Heavy, and wide enough to steamroll entire buildings. A few weeks back, a bullet had actually bounced off of her belly.

"Neru? A tank?" Arisu sat back, looking her obese girlfriend up and down. Slowly, though, a realisation overcame her. "The hero is a tank in Pyre Emblem Five!" She exclaimed, jumping onto Neru once more — far too quickly for even the super-agent to react. Thinking she'd given Neru some kind of solace, Arisa snuggled her cheek against the tank's belly, carelessly smothering her cheek into god-knows how much meat.

"Gah!" Neru spluttered, blushing as Arisu's not-so squishy cheek rubbed up and down against her belly. "Pyre Emblem?!" She scowled, a button or two on her blouse bursting as outrage filled the girl up. Sticky, pasty flesh dropped out of the gap like a pile of sludge, and soon enough, Arisu was ogling the stuff. "S-Sounds like bull to me..."