I have once more arrived to deliver fat-based stories to you! Again I apologize if the last “chapter” was a bit weird. I just wanted to take a bit of a break from all the weight gain/fat stuff and focus on further detailing the characters and the world. Along with that I thought of a new concept to further add to the story and give a fun little breath of fresh air. This chapter basically temporarily switches the protagonists around (since Khaan is back at her apartment and gone back to working for the day) for a new character along with introducing a new group to the story as well. Along with that, fat content has once again returned! However I am still holding off on the weight gain stuff at the moment to prevent monotony within the story itself (don’t worry there’s quite a bit next chapter). Plotting out this new storyline and writing the bios for the new characters has caused my progress to be slowed quite significantly. Also one of the other reasons for the long delay was the builds, good lord there was a lot of building that needed to be done. Overall I’ve been fairly busy with all this stuff so if there’s significant delays in between “chapter” uploads you know what is going on behind the scenes. So with all of that out of the way, let us begin!
While the aluminum nettle of the sewing machine needle stitched the fuzzy fabric together, Khaan found herself reflecting on her unusual past three days.
“First a gigantic monster turns me into a corpulent living teddy bear, then I met Aiko and got myself turned into a lardy mess again, and then I get a suit of armor that is somehow more comfortable than anything I’ve ever worn.” Khaan starred at the shuffling nettle, leaning towards the fabric to ensure the two halves were now woven together.
She flipped the power switch on the machine and lifted the fuzzy fabric up to her eye level. She meticulously analyzed the sown area, seeing if any fibers were misaligned or missing altogether. No visible flaws were present in the cloth along with the weave being almost completely unnoticeable. On the rounded end of the fabric was a tiny patch of fiber colored and shaped to resemble a bear paw. She opened the back of the fabric to show a nearly cylindrical interior supposed to be filled with a soft padding. She shoved her slender hand into an iron bucket filled to the brim with processed cotton and clenched her hand. A wad of fluffy cotton remained trapped within her firm grasp only until it was crammed into what would soon be the teddy bear’s arm. She patted the overflowing cotton into the miniature arm until the exit was flush with the cotton stuffings. Now done with one of her numerous tasks, she briefly let herself get lost in her thoughts.
Khann peered out the opened apartment window “Speaking of Aiko, I wonder how he’s doing all by himself again.”
Aiko stared in disbelief at the enormous cherry red lucario. How had he managed not only to survive the blast, but also recover without any scars and get themselves caught by the watering-whole monster? He should have been dead for years yet here he was alive, well, and with a body swollen by several metric tons of lard. Normally he would have had his entire body sink fully into the colossally fat abdomen by now, yet the sheer shock of seeing the thief again shattered his mind. Part of him did not want to utter a word, he wanted nothing to do with the thief. However he eventually forced himself to talk to the massive figure.
“After all these years, the thief once again shows himself” Aiko clenched his fists
Muramasa’s puffy cheeks bobbed around as they spoke “L-listen, I’m not sure who you are but I’m sorry, I used to steal from a lot of people.”
“Used to?” Aiko’s grip loosened.
Maramasa nodded “Yeah, I stopped doing that after this one kitsune nearly blew themselves and me along with demolishing their house.”
“Kitsune? Demolishing their house? Sounds eerily familiar.” Aiko briefly thought through the numerous questions he could ask “Uh did they cast the explosive spell before you finished saying something?”
Muramasa nodded yet again “I was about to say ‘You have to listen to me sir.’ but I got cut off before I could say s…wait, were you that kitsune?”
“Yes,” Aiko let out an exhausted sigh “and though I am still bitter about losing the house and getting burnt, you did help me realize just how selfish I really was.”
“I-I’m sorry about all that stuff especially the burns.” Muramasa hauled their blubbery hands onto his colossal belly “Are you going to yell at me now?”
Aiko shook his head “No, given that you regret your actions I feel like you’ve changed as well. Also judging by your helmet, are you in some line of work now?”
“Yeah, as much I want to tell you I’m afraid it’s classified, sorry.” Muramasa
Aiko raised an eyebrow “Classified? Well if there’s anything you are allowed to, what can you tell me?”
Muramasa attempted to shrug only for his hefty shoulders not to budge “I basically work for a group of secretive mercenaries but with more lard and digestion involved.”
“So fattening and voring fighters?” Aiko’s mind conjured up what such a thing would look like.
Muramasa chuckled “Well I guess that’s one way you can put it.”
Aiko placed his finger on his chin “Hmm, I can’t say I’ve ever heard of those before.”
Muramasa reassuringly nodded “Well then that means they’re doing their job right.”
Aiko pointed his index finger at him “Do you need me to do anything for you?”
Muramasa peered down at his swollen legs “Well, as much as I adore these massive, squishy, and super fat thighs, I like being able to move around more. Also what good are thighs when you can’t sink your hands into them?”
“I feel the same way about bellies as well.” Under the mask Aiko felt himself blush a tiny bit.
Muramasa let out a brief laugh “Guess fat is just irresistible to both of us isn’t it?”
Aiko nodded “Yeah, I’ll need to slim your body down to a reasonable level though.”
Aiko unrolled his lengthy scroll and recited a weight loss spell to cast onto Muramasa. Immediately Muramasa’s gigantic lardy body started to churn. An intense storm of growls and rumbles flooded the creature’s sac while his body gradually began to shrink. Muramasa let out a deafening burp that reverberated off the tense flesh walls. His enormous stomach nearly the size of a midsize car shrunk until it was about the size of a ripe watermelon. His flabby legs were reduced down to twice the size of Muramasa’s bare legs as opposed to seven times. Muramasa let out one more boisterous belch before the casted spell had finished. He stared at himself in awe, a once mountainous body that was several magnitudes more lard than person was now almost about double his normal size. His robust muscles could once again move his body around with almost total ease.
Aiko collapsed to the muscle floor in exhaustion “So, now that, that’s done, is there, any address I can, warp you to?”
Muramasa squatted down next to Aiko “Sorry you had to burn up so much magic on me.”
“It’s, fine, really, it’s fine.” Aiko let himself catch his breath for several moments before speaking again “But again, is there any place, I can get you to?”
Muramasa gritted his teeth “Eh there is one, kinda out in the desert but it’s nowhere near anywhere important.”
Aiko lifted himself off the monster sac floor “Alright, I’ll send you there.”
“Oh and one more thing before I go, I’m still sorry about all this especially hearing you got badly hurt, I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.” Muramasa stared sorrowfully at the floor
Aiko nodded “I understand, it’s my fault for casting the spell I did. Also what’s your name?”
Muramasa “I’m sorry, that’s classified too.”
Aiko read off the teleportation spell prior to saying “Well whatever your name is, take care.”
Before Muramasa could reply back he was enveloped in a soot black cloud. His chubby body started to go numb along with his sight gradually fading. He kept his breathing orderly and calm, he knew what being teleported was like even if it looked light different for each method. He let out an imaginary sigh of relief as his body’s senses faded away until only a black void remained.
Muramasa’s pudgy body tingled while his vision progressively returned. The lingering cloud soon faded, revealing that he was in the middle of a sprawling desert. The oppressive sun bore down on him with his chubby fat only magnifying his hatred of the desert heat. He peered around to the familiar sight of a crude wooden outhouse, a bland picnic table, and a broken down camper all situated within a small fenced off area. A seemingly remote campground that was several hours from civilization, when in reality it was less than half an hour away.
Muramasa pressed his pudgy finger against the earpiece “This is Muramasa to Watchtower, fattening sap has been secured and I am at the fake residence, over.”
An unknown caller replied back “Affirmative, sending out a lorry to pick you up, should arrive in twenty minutes, over.”
“Could you try to make that faster?” Muramasa threw off his stretched hood “I’m burning up out here.”
“We can probably cut that down to eighteen minutes at best.” The caller barked at the lorry drivers to hurry up
Muramasa let out a deep sigh “Any improvement is better than none, thank you.”
The caller nodded “Understood, Watchtower out.”
Muramasa’s body temperature continued to rise even with his body starting to become soaked in sweat. He put his pudgy hand onto the camper van only to be greeted with the searing pain of superheated metal. He stumbled back and clenched his hand in agony, the burning pain drowning out the fact that he was no longer sweating like he should. His covered head throbbed and his breathing became more rapid and shallow. Weakness filled his body along with his sense of balance becoming as disoriented as he was. He collapsed onto the scorching sand with any traces of energy he had left rapidly fading from his body. Darkness started to envelop his eyesight while his consciousness rapidly faded into nothing.
As he regained his consciousness, he felt himself lying in a mildly uncomfortable bed and in some relatively cool interior. His exhausted eyes dragged open to reveal himself lying in the base’s medical ward with a lime-green haired neko standing beside his medical bed. Their pristine doctor’s uniform was slightly stretched by their bloated gut along with their swollen thighs. They pulled back the paper thin sheets to reveal Muramasa’s slightly thinner body covered in a blue medical gown.
The doctor wrote something in a slender notebook they had been carrying “No signs of any lasting physical or neurological damage, 100ccs of slimming formula administered, patient seems to have mostly recovered.”
“Where, what.” Muramasa lifted himself upright “Wait, is this the medical room?”
The doctor nodded “Your heatstroke gave a few of us a scare, it’s fine though there’s no lasting damage.”
Muramasa stared at his plump right hand wrapped in water-soaked bandages “What about the hand?”
“Give it a few days and the burn should go away, if not we’ll administer STEM cell treatment. In the meantime just rest, you need it.” The chubby doctor slipped out of the door “Also, Cameron will be here shortly.”
He stood himself out of the uncomfortable bed and stared down at his pudgy body, the slim layer of warm fat on his body concealing the muscular body underneath. It was standard practice for operative and soldiers to be muscular to be able to cope with the hundreds of pounds of fat they were likely to put on during a mission and Muramasa was no different. Even underneath the large medical gown he could tell his fat was nearly non-existent. He pressed his pudgy hands against his thighs, disappointed they did not squish like desired.
The sliding door opened to reveal a gooey figure dressed in a tinkerer uniform. The pristine high-visibility vest and metallic pants helped conceal the majority of their unusual oil-black body. He instantly recognized her as his friend Cameron, one of the dead giveaways being the pair of garnet red goggles half sunken into their gelatinous head.
“Sorry about all tha…” Muramasa stopped when he noticed Cameron’s collar began to glow bright yellow, indicating she was wanting to talk.
Cameron’s collar switched to a dark green while the speaker crackled to life “What is it with you and always apologizing? You did nothing wrong, we just underestimated how much fat you were going to haul around after that and overestimated how much time we had for a safe extraction.”
Muramasa ashamedly looked down “Well I drained medical supplies cause I got a heat stroke, caused a ruckus by my vital signs nearly flatlining, and the heat probably ruined the sample we got.”
Cameron adjusted the bulky straps on her humongous backpack“No, no, and no. You hardly took up any medical supplies, your vitals at worst were just an elevated heart rate, and remember that the canister you had is extremely insulated. The sample barely even rose a single degree in there. You honestly think everything is your fault?”
Muramasa chuckled while he shook his head “If that was the case I would have known by now.”
“Alright well at least you’re sensible enough to realize that.” Cameron sat herself on Muramasa’s bed.
Muramasa sat himself down on the unpainted concrete floor “Yeah, how was the sample by the way?”
Cameron rummaged through her disorganized backpack and grabbed the canister Muramasa had “It was phenomenal, though I will admit it was a little hard to work with.”
“Did you accidentally pack on a few more pounds of goo?” Muramasa stood himself back up.
Cameron turned her slimy head away from Muramasa “Maybe.”
“Hey if you want to give me a little slime stuffing I wouldn’t mind.” Muramasa peered down at his legs “Preferably fatten up the thighs if you can, maybe make it cinnamon flavored too.”
“I don’t know about that, still not entirely used to directly fattening others or converting my slime flavor.” Cameron stared at her slightly swollen body.
Muramasa put his burnt hand on her shoulder, making sure not to press down too hard “Still haunted by that one time you nearly pumped your entire slime body into someone?”
“Even though I decided to do it so that I didn’t have to be a soldier, it was still terrifying. I was that close to being nothing but fat on someone’s body.” Cameron’s body heaved as if to sigh but no sound came from her “I have gotten better at controlling how fast I can direct my slime and being able to control where any excess slime on my body goes, but I still don’t want a repeat of that incident again or something worse.”
Muramasa’s voice filled with guilt while he sat beside Cameron “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that memory up.”
“Well I’ve got to get over it at some point, don’t want my every action being decided by fear.” Cameron grabbed a vanilla donut out of her backpack and gently pressed it against her neck. The large donut slowly became engulfed in goo and briefly floated around in her semi-transparent body. It rapidly began to be turned into more of the oil-black slime, causing a noticeable bulge in the middle of her neck. The excess slime quickly descended down her neck along with her slender legs ever so slightly expanding outwards.
Muramasa whistled in amazement “That’s a lot better than last time you tried it.”
“I decided to practice a bit in my free time, as much as I love tinkering with stuff it gets a little boring after a long while.” Cameron zipped her backpack shut
“Well we all need a little bre…” Muramasa’s words were interrupted by a blaring siren filling the expansive base interior.
A panicked voice spoke on the intercom “All units, Code 23 Breach at facility Echo-Yuma 9, I repeat, Code 5 Breach at facility Echo-Yuma 9. All combat units report to the teleporter for deployment.”
Code 23? What behemoth creature got a hold of warping spells this time? Muramasa turned to Cameron “Hopefully it isn’t one of those colossal slimes again”
Cameron shook her head in agreement “No kidding, clean up was an absolute disaster last time, between all the sludge and lard.”
Muramasa pushed himself off the uncomfortable bed mattress “Let’s just hope nobody has any cauldrons or portals nearby or else they’re not going to be moving anytime soon.”
A cliffhanger? In my writing? Yeah apologies for that, the chapter was a little long and I didn’t want it to get dragged out for too long. As for the whole thing behind the Fat-Force (The group Muramasa and Cameron are a part of), I wanted to add some more worldbuilding to the story along with finding an interesting way to introduce new characters. I wanted to include some fat content to get the story back on its original track while still saving the weight gain for later as I didn’t want to burn people out on it. Descriptive as I can be, describing the same thing happening over and over again can get dull for the writer and readers alike. I’ll go more into depth about the group (perhaps have Khaan and Aiko join it?) and shift the focus back on Khaan and Aiko. The base build was under Muramasa’s character and since I don’t have universe sharing, I have to use him rather than Khaan. As per usual, I hope you enjoyed this unusual chapter as well and sticking through all the changes!