KuluCoro-Fans

    It had been about two months now since Cororo's confession, and Kululu had stayed true to his word. He no longer obsessed about his portions, and, frankly, he delighted in indulging himself whenever he could with extra helpings or a bigger plate than usual. It seemed as though he had finally regained the confidence he had lost when he had become a Pekoponian. Along with this confidence, he had also gained about thirty more pounds, but he could honestly care less about that now that he knew Cororo liked it (and also now that he had finally conceded to build a ray gun that would automatically resize his clothes for him). He had even begun t

    The first thing Kululu was aware of when he woke up was the pain in his midsection. He sat up, groaning, and adjusted his eyes to the light in the lab while he rubbed the complaining sphere that rested on his lap. Just as he was filled with joy while he was devouring his curry, now he was filled with regret and shame at the realization of how much he had just put away. What he saw when he turned his head to the side did nothing to ease this feeling; Cororo was leaned up against the wall next to the doorway, looking like she had been waiting for him to awaken.     "Cororo, I-" he started, but he was

    After figuring out what the problem was, Kululu began setting limits on his curry portions. He began to see results soon after he began doing this. The amount of weight he gained per day began to drop off, and sometimes he would even stay the same weight for a couple days. He wanted to go further and start an all-out fast, but he simply couldn't make himself give up curry altogether, nor was he going to exercise and risk looking like a wimp in front of everyone (his Pekoponian body, he discovered, wasn't really built for athletics). So now he was basically stuck in an agonizing limbo, hungry all the time yet forcing hi