Makoto fixes Kyoko, focusing on her body.

Writing from his current position posed a challenge, but otherwise, Makoto didn't have any worries filling in the blanks that would return Kyoko to normal. After all, he knew her name wasn't "Kittygiri," and he knew what her regular outfit was supposed to look like: her single braid, her dark purple leather jacket, her skirt, and the rest of it. She cut a striking figure in that outfit... It'd be hard to forget. Without wasting time, he scratched out what Sayaka had written and filled in the blanks with his own recollection. Now, it just remained to be seen if there really was magic behind this.

After all the anticipation, the result was anti-climactic. Makoto didn't know what he had expected; some kind of puff of smoke or flash of light like in an anime? Instead, correcting the information had simply changed Kyoko back into her regular appearance while leaving her pressing down on top of him. Even the book in Makoto's hands had changed from its previous cat-themed decorations into a leather-bound binder that seemed like something a professional would use, absolutely stuffed to the brim with notes and bookmarks. That seemed right for Kyoko. More or less.

Makoto had bigger issues than the change in the book right now; namely, that the owner of that book was still pressing down on him. It wouldn't be a big deal if Kyoko was a lighter woman, but she wasn't in the lithe, incorrect kitty form she'd been just a moment ago. Makoto couldn't pretend he hadn't daydreamed about being pinned down beneath the massive assets of his most well-developed classmate, but he still needed to check if she was really in her right mind. He struggled to get his head free from between her enormous tits, each of which he imagined was about the size of his head. When he shifted upward, however, he felt his erect lower body brush into the space between the valley of her incredible thighs. "S-sorry! Kyoko, are you okay? Can you get yourself up?"

The detective groaned, but pushed herself up. Having her incredible ass flattening his lower body to the floor wasn't much better in terms of relieving his stress, but he could at least tell from the look on her face that she was back in her right mind.

Kyoko was slightly flushed, as she imagined anyone in her situation would be, but she thought her face was otherwise back to her usual calmness. That was good; the past hour in the library was like a nightmare she wanted to forget. Regaining her faculties was probably only possible because of Makoto's help. He must have restored her to her usual self by correctly remembering her appearance. She gave him a reassuring smile as she swept her single braid from where it had hung in her face. "I'm good, thanks... Really. Thank you, Makoto."

Privately, she thought to herself that he might have taken advantage of the situation to make her clothes slightly smaller than usual: while they looked like her usual style, they were very clearly undersized for her. Then again, maybe that was being unfair: the magic devilry she'd just been wrestling with had conspired to make her skinny, for whatever reason, so it was just as likely her clothes had been restored to a way that would fit that slender frame. Whatever the reason, her white button-up was strained to bursting with her titanic tits and had pulled untucked from her skirt, revealing the pooch of her doughy belly. Her leather jacket creaked with every twist of her squishy arms. Her skirt was just barely doing the job of hiding her underwear, which was good, because her massive asscheeks were doing comparably good work swallowing that same tiny pair of panties.

"Aha... It's nothing," Makoto reassured her. He was going to keep his mouth shut, let her get her bearings, and try to fight off the intrusive thought of whether a woman with as much butt fat as Kyoko had would feel sensations through it less clearly. He was sure she had to be feeling how hard she was getting him. "I'm just glad you're back to your... normal self."

"Mm... I don't know if I'll ever really feel normal again, after today. Still, it's good to at least know my name is Kyoko Kurvygiri once more." She rose to her feet, carefully taking a step back to prevent Makoto looking up from her pinched thighs to the space under her skirt. Then, placing her hand across her plump lips, the detective scanned the mess in the library. She locked eyes with Sayaka, finally remembering she was there. "Ah... My apologies, Sayaka. I believe this cursed investigation of mine put some stress on you, as well."

The idol had been watching Makoto and Kyoko with an expression of concern. When she was addressed, however, she waved it off. "Oh, don't mind me! I'm just glad you're okay, and that Makoto managed to turn you back to normal. You are feeling completely normal, aren't you?"

"Yes, thankfully," Kyoko nodded. Her mind was already elsewhere, and she found the target of her concern. She headed over for the notebook that had become the critical target of her investigation. It was on the floor about six feet away.

How the book Makoto had just been holding ended up over there might have been a concern for him if not for the sight currently in front of him. He was still lying on the floor, so he had the best seat in the house for the same show Sayaka was watching with him. Kyoko was casually holding her braid aside to keep it from dangling in her face as she bent down to collect the book from the floor. The unguarded stretch meant that her skirt tilted up to show the lower curves of the fattest ass in Hope's Peak Academy, at least among the women. It wasn't just the sight that was incredible, but the sound; as Kyoko bent, her jacket and boots strained with concerning creaks of leather. A few seams actually popped, and a button zinged to the floor as her breasts heaved with the sudden motion. When Kyoko rose to her feet again and turned around, a peek of cleavage could be seen where her foremost button had lost a battle. Each of its former neighbors were taut and primed to do the same.

"This book seems to be back to normal," Kyoko continued, as if she didn't see the dropped jaws of her classmates. "The text looks like it was never altered. More importantly, it's not pink any more. It pains me to chalk this up to something like 'magic,' but if it's decided it's done with me, I suppose I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. While I'd like to get to the bottom of it, I think this is an investigation I'll have to keep buttoned up for my own sake. It'll be tough to put something this big behind me, though..."

Sayaka and Makoto shared a silent glance, determined not to say a word about what she'd just said, and nodded at her. Sayaka was the one who spoke, since she thought Makoto was still having a hard time closing his mouth. "Yeah, I agree. Don't even worry about all this mess here, I'll clean it up myself. It'll be my pleasure. You must be exhausted."

"I am feeling oddly out of shape," Kyoko admitted. "I'll leave it to you, then. Do make sure those notes get back to me, okay? I don't recommend peeking into them. I was lucky to get out of this strange situation without any permanent changes," she reminded her friend as she turned her thick body towards the library and moved towards the narrow exit doorway... Kyoko could have sworn this library had double doors leading out, but she supposed she was just disoriented. "Yes, I am going to be happy to be... out of here... Unf."

Makoto and Sayaka winced, holding their tongues. They'd wait a second to see how this played out. After all, it was a pretty common occurrence, considering Kyoko's size. Still, as big as she was, she was also sharp. She was a famous detective. Surely she'd planned a way out of this situation by now? Considering how often it happened?

After a minute of struggling, everyone in the library was **** to admit that didn't seem to be the case. In a situation familiar to all of them... Or, at least, that felt familiar to all of them... Kyoko's fat ass was stuck in the library door. It was like a situation from a cartoon, something Sayaka and Makoto never expected would happen to a real person, but Kyoko had apparently lived with this condition since puberty had hit her like a freighter truck. Apparently.

In any case, Sayaka and Makoto knew what they had to do. Since they were Kyoko's trusted friends, there wasn't anything too weird about the two of them taking their places behind Kyoko's door-width derriere and putting both their hands and their body weights into trying to push her free. It was kind of embarrassing for all of them: Kyoko was trying her best to bite down on her leather glove and avoid letting out either a grunt of stress or an unwanted moan as her sensitive ass was pushed through; Sayaka and Makoto were both trying to do their jobs as clinically as possible, trying to avoid focusing on the unreal feeling of their fingers pushing into the pillowy fat of their friend's cheeks. Since they were all working as silently as they could, the creaks of the doorframe and the cracks forming in the drywall adjacent to it were all the more audible.

When Kyoko was finally through, Makoto and Sayaka fell flat on their faces. Kyoko, in turn, hopped forward awkwardly on one foot. Her body jiggled unbelievably, and another couple of buttons escaped her shirt as a matter of course. The valley of her cleavage was now clearly visible through the window, and Kyoko became more aware of how her tiny bra was constricting her. The fact that she was bouncing this much even with that restraint was hard to believe... Which meant they weren't restrained, she reasoned. The tightness of her whole ensemble was the only thing keeping her bra matted to her; the straps, somewhere, had definitely already popped.

Did she ordinarily go through this every day? Where did she buy her clothes? Something didn't feel right... The detective turned back to find Sayaka rubbing her nose and Makoto pretending he hadn't been staring. "Makoto. I don't remember all the details of being under the Popup's power clearly, but I definitely remember a moment where Sayaka believed she'd returned me to normal and I was still acting like a perverted cat half my weight. Are you confident nothing's out of the ordinary?"

Makoto defended himself with volume that even seemed to surprise himself. "Of course not! I focused on your outfit and I'm sure it's back to how it looked before."

Sayaka was also starting to feel something was up. "When you say you 'focused on her outfit'... Were you thinking of the whole thing? Or, perhaps, a specific part of it?"

"N-no, I was thinking of all of it, of course! How could I forget how Kyoko looks and let her stay all twiggy like that?!"

There was a pause as everyone's brains caught up with what Makoto just said, each growing more flushed in turn. It was Sayaka who broke the silence. "Oh... Oooh! So a girl the size Kyoko was under that magic spell is 'twiggy?' Did I hear that right, Makoto?"

"R-r-relatively twiggy! Just relative to how she normally is!"

"So, considering how much effort you put in to turn her back to normal, is it fair to say you like them a little less 'twiggy' and a little more full? Interesting, very interesting, Mr. Makoto Naegi." Sayaka was strolling back into the library with a fixed smile on her face. "Well, as for me, I'm going to do a little cleaning alone. I could use a little exercise, you know? It's not easy staying in idol shape without all the grueling practice, but I do work hard at it! Bye for now!"

The doors slammed, giving Makoto a fraction of a second to get out of the way. The young man could tell his headaches from today's oddness weren't at an end yet: he understood he'd insulted Sayaka somehow, but he just chalked that up to an idol's self-consciousness. He'd also called Kyoko full. Was that a taboo, too? He glanced back to her, thinking of how to apologize...

It didn't look like he'd have the chance. She was already making good time walking away from him for a woman of her size, her plus-sized hips swaying in a way that reminded him that, whatever else happened, he'd know in his heart that he'd done the right thing. "It's funny... I feel like Kyoko's job would be a lot easier if she had a less eye-catching body and could move around more freely. I guess part of being the Ultimate Detective is overcoming that weakness... A-and maybe scoping out compounds for wide entrances?"

Kyoko, meanwhile, was doing just that, carefully plotting a course back to her room that would let her change into some clothes that wouldn't fall apart and carry her away from the young man who had just casually let slip a detail Kyoko (felt like) she'd been privately investigating for a long time now. Makoto Naegi was into thicker women... It was worth noting that she was the thickest woman at the Academy by a country mile. Could it be that Makoto's interest in hanging out with her was something other than friendly, and his occasionally offering his aid in pushing her through doorways had been something other than chivalrous?

She brushed it off. She'd had enough of life-changing events for the day.