Beneath the Ridges of Solitude Mountains
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The hollow noise of a straw drawing from an empty container mixed with a whirring of a thousand tiny bells resounded from the white-glowing icosahedron resting in a purple palm. Luscious lips loosened from the from the tube they'd only just wrapped themselves around and descended at the edges. "So much for infinite supplies." The fox's four chins and broad cheeks wobbled with every word spoken, each motion of his jaw another ripple through the enormous volumes of his body under far too many square feet of stretched fabric that didn't manage to cover him up to any significant degree, no matter how it strained itself. His stomach concurred with his sentiment, letting out an angry rumble that filled what little room was left around him, the entire house shaking in response. He tossed the angular ball into the pile of the other hundreds of them in the corner, groaning at the thought of having to spend time of getting rid of them again, when he already had so much to do.
He straightened his hat and leaned over to grab the wand off of the dresser, the slight motion moving several hundred pounds of heft and making the piece of furniture creak under the pressure of his left breast squashing into it while his wider than long arm reached over the top. Just as he managed to get a hold of it, a low groaning swelled up behind him. The walls shook in unison with the noise amping up for a solid few seconds, before it released into a burgeoning, sloshing whump of his rear widening by another three feet in each direction, making his blubbery upper body look almost like it was set to disappear between the towering, rolling cheeks. His blanket-like skirt barely a circle at the top edge of it, panties pulling even more snug and submerging themselves deeper into the doughy mountains, its fibers popping in the process. Solly closed his eyes and sighed, scratching his right ear. The padding of fat on it made the small, metal ring attached to it feel uncomfortably tight, yet another hassle distracting him from just trying to have a proper breakfast and move on to lunch. And also one of those unlimits that just didn't keep what they promised.
It had started pretty encouragingly. The glowy walrus lady behind the lone desk in a warehouse was a bit weird, but as soon as he'd put the piercing on, the weight had seemingly just melted away. From a six hundred pound, door-frame-filling behemoth to a lithe if voluptuous vulpine in the blink of a long-lashed eye. He put both her and the nearest restaurants' claims to the test: all he could eat was really a terrifying lot, running them out of stock before they could set him out on the street, the literal tons of food not adding a gram to his waist. He might have gotten some weird looks for gulping down eight layers of a towering wedding cake in one go. And splurged a little on the fifty piece six-pounder extra bacon burger combos he got. Really, he didn't have much of a choice but to stretch the limits of legality try and get himself fed.
The ancient spells weren't made for large-scale lardceny, but fueled by hunger and approximately nine billion kilocalories, he found a solution all too quick. The snacks came pouring out of the portal and right into his gullet. From chocolate bars to sticks of butter, pies to puddings, the contents of entire palettes of sugar and vats of lard as his sphere of influence expanded. He'd laid down for a spell, thinking he could finally relax and devour. Only to jolt up mere minutes later, with the supply stream reduced to but a trickle of barely sufficiently rich edibles, the whole world awash in confusion about a sudden, global disappearance of any sort of confection, fried good or any refined carbohydrate at all. The threat of unlikely prosecution through discovery of his magicks hardly present on his mind over the frantic search for another suitable source of sustenance.
It was a long night of spellcraft and arcane rituals, perpetually punctuated by his stomach's famished roaring. Connecting ethereal strands, gaining mastery of material summoning, discovering the very formulae that held the universe together. Through astral channeling and tooth-grinding concentration, he'd finally wrought what he thought would last him forever. The first sip from the white-glowing, palm-sized geometric object even sweeter and richer than he had anticipated. Oceans worth of the dense, ultra-packed substance pumping down his throat as he closed his eyes, the sun coming up over the horizon.
He'd improved on his summonings. Two, four, twelve of the endless suppliers, each one better, tastier and calorie-dense than the last, had provided him with a constant, ever-increasing catering of sustenance, the hyper-pressure feeding hoses thin like straws, but each supplying a deluge of boundless proportion. Quickly iterated upon and combined into a single, handier package. The pangs of hunger barely subsiding, only to return with even more force, despite the infinitudes of sweet syrup desperately trying to sate it. It was as if he'd been chained to his spellbooks for days. Although really, the attachment was tightly to his feed support.
The little, chocolate balls were an epiphany. Omniverses of sweet, fudgy cake mass condensed into but pill-sized form. Popping a single one into his mouth and feeling it decompress in his gut finally gave him a moment to relax, his famished furor calming. With a bag of them for the road, he'd had the chance to go out again. Chowing down on another one at the bus stop, drawing a few eyes to him as his belly sank by several inches. Reaching into them here and there during the drive, his ass swelling on the seat and disgruntling the crock next to him, stares on his jiggling rump as he stepped out. On the return trip, he'd been holding the pouch to his mouth almost constantly pouring the treats down his neck, his burgeoning form filling the entire back seat with his plump cheeks the size of gymnastics balls each. Barely capable of squeezing out the door, making the entire vehicle jump from its fully depressed shock absorbers expanding again as he left. Rushing back to his feed with manic distress after struggling to enter, clutching the empty bag in his hands.
Now he barely fit through the garage door anymore, almost taking up the entire two-vehicle-wide room behind it. And then a little more, as his body seemingly revolted against being so thoroughly, purportedly totally compressed. A rumble resounding across the whole neighborhood, another chin wobbling into place under his lips. Rolls on his gut bifurcating as they outright doubled in volume, spreading outwards and making the concrete floor groan from the added weight. His rear surging with enough heft to cause the imposing, minibus-sized masses to hit the ceiling, leaving a pair of dents that matched the ones on the walls that he was already pushing against on both sides. His face rounding out further, burgeoning jowls settling on his neck folds, cheek pads of blubber almost eclipsing the size of his head. His amber-glowing eyes narrowing as the grip of the ring on his ear got that little more tighter.
"Guess I don't have much a choice," he said to himself, lifting his immensity onto feet buried under overbroad legs, making hardly a difference at all from his prior, sitting position, ass still firmly sunken into the ground. With the warehouse just around the corner, it wasn't a long walk, but he had to take provisions. More bags of his chocolate omnitreats than he could count, each one bottomless of course. A little worrying that he consumed a quarter of his rations by the time he'd heaved his room-sized massiveness through the garage gate, leaving the rectangular opening in a much more rounded-off state.
The earth shook beneath his paws, like the thooming impacts of a monster attacking the city. People looking out of their windows with worry, giving way to the confusion of seeing the purple blob heaving himself not just over the sidewalk, but an entire street lane too. Huffing, downing another bag of boundless sustenance with every other wobbling step sending ripples throughout his burgeoning blubber. The pavement cracking beneath his weight, feet sinking into cobblestone, putting smaller craters in the trench his heft was leaving along the way, triple-dump-truck-wide butt displacing asphalt and rock like it was fresh, fluffy snow. Attempting passersby switched to the other side or outright bounded in the opposite direction, cars just barely squeezing by the doughy mound, only to veer into the road-turned-moat behind.
"Ha-hello? Hff, anyone there?" His call and heavy panting echoed through the almost empty warehouse, the light from the truck loading entrance only dimly illuminating the single, lonely desk standing in the center, cast into the shadow of his form blocking out the sun almost entirely. With a worried expression framed by the veritable fatscape of his cheeks and chins, he downed the last of his endless omnifinite ration bags, the arduous, several minute long trek having taken its toll and only amplified his appetite. As he approached the little table, it seemed like he'd come all the way for naught, until the gentle, echoey voice drew a smile of relief onto his half-submerged face.
"Yes, yes, calm down, I'm here as always." A blueish glow shone from beneath the desk, the walrus seemingly emerging from underneath it. She brushed through her puffy, reddish hair as she sunk into the chair behind her, squinting as she fumbled for her glasses that she'd put somewhere around here. "Do you have an appoin-"
The words got stuck in her throat and her eyes went wide at the view. Her lower lip quivered and her face flushed noticeably red even through the ethereal glow of her aspect's form. Simply left staring at the tons-heavy mountain of a fox spilling out of his straining clothes. Overbearing belly resting firmly on the ground bending under protest, flowing, doughy rolls stretched across almost translucent fabric. Giving way to tire-wide chins stacked up beneath his plump cheeks far eclipsing his own head. Not discounting the far larger cheeks towering behind him, each one double the width of the rest of his body, outright imposing even unto himself. Easily ten times as weighty as the last time she saw him - despite the compressive adornment still firmly attached to his ear. From the spiralling folds of his shoulder emerged a digit, lifting up toward and pointing at the small, metal ring. "Yeah, so, your thing isn't working anymore?"
His statement was accentuated by a roar from his gut shaking the entire building, windows rattling and rafters swinging. It was like another wave of blubber washed over him from nothing, adding at least another metric ton of fat onto his hips, the floor finally giving way with a defeated, cracking thunk and cratering around his jiggling masses descending a good amount into it, offsetting his height gained. It was all too obvious to her that the implement was functioning fully, just what it was working against was completely beyond what even she could fathom. After another several seconds of relative silence only filled by the sloshing from the mesmerizing ebb and flow of his immensity, she finally snapped out of her stupor.
"Ah, y-yes, no problem, I'll just get you a new one." She pulled open an empty drawer and feigned to rustle around in it, feverishly trying to think of how to proceed. Create a stronger contraption? No, how would that work, having a more than total force of compression didn't even make sense. Maybe he could just wear multiple of them? Would the effect stack like that? Or, cataclysmically, risk cancelling each other? She could-
"Do you have one a few sizes wider too? This one's been really uncomfortably tight for ages now." She looked up at his ear flicking with annoyance, the piercing almost buried in the pads of fat surrounding it. She cleared her throat, all too glad for her thoughts to be taken off the pressing problem and onto something much more solvable. "Oh, you can take that off, the effect is retained for a long time after removal! The suppressive force only very gradually subsides, it'll be days or even weeks before any amount of decompression actually occurs." Solly sighed, sinking into his own mass a little. "Ah, that's a relief. It feels like it's about to sn-"
She barely had a chance to hear the "plink" before her avatar was utterly engulfed in the sudden flood of purple tides spreading across lands and seas, surging toward the stars and far beyond.
In the very moment that her ethereal connection was cut, she felt the same sensation hit her true form. Ripped from her cozy cosmic seat that enveloped her overblobular body comfortably and catapulted her across reaches of extradimensional realms that she couldn't even begin to fathom the distances of. The vast, shining omniverse she'd already had her sight set on as the next snack to add to her rolling hips torn from her grasp and smashed directly into the expanding walls of endless blubber enrapturing the boundless void. Poly-pitched detonations of the everplanar spheres ringing out from all around, the enormous structures simply bursting against the rippling fatscape stretching further than her attuned conscious could hope to comprehend. All she could wrap her mind around amounted to barely a singular wrinkle somewhere at the edge of a fold in the vulpine's belly, the innumerable, colorful explosions radiating across the doughy surface and sending towering waves of jiggles into forever.
She sunk into the softness, her face obscured by her neck rolls being squished in on themselves, letting no one from outside see the blush that drew across her snout. Despite the feeling of jealousy welling up from her omniverse-exceeding gut and thoughts twisting in interwoven circles as to how she could hope to salvage her grand plans of becoming the vastest being beyond existence, she couldn't help but smile at her situation. Sinking ever deeper into the depths of but the most minuscule subinfrafraction of less than a singular furrow of fat, expanding at such insurmountable pace despite that it hadn't even begun to begin to decompress to any degree at all. In the end it had been her foolish attempt at curbing potential opposition that had now become something so far above not only her league, but also eclipsing gargantuan ultrablobs that she'd still been scheming against. She huffed, squeezed from all directions by the soft, warm overimmensity of plump, purple plushness. Almost ready to admit to herself that maybe she could accept her fate sealed by the folds embracing her whole.
The fact wasn't as easy to swallow for others though. Colossal beasts of gluttony indulging themselves upon the layercake of reality, finding little solace in the inescapable realization of how slim they truly were. Surprise, denial and defeat; the bigger their waistline, the further their weightiness fell. Even the utmost monstrously overengorged, draconic monstrosity of extracosmic omniheft found himself faced with the inevitable. At first, he'd still been riding high on his surreality-eclipsing gains burgeoning beyond the realms of impossibility. Tides of gut surging ever higher, vaster, stronger, washing across the limitless voids and overfilling them instantaneously. The untold deluge of shining, black scales stretched across the raging waves of blubber engulfing entire existences like specks of dust in an oncoming supraspacial storm. His sheer, measurements-defying weight warping the very fabric of basic material omnipresence, dimensionalities fusing together before the unbound well of gravitational force.
Cheeks bulging to bury his face beneath their expanding softness, his jaw open as wide as it could go to form a clear path to the bottomless gullet beyond and his innumerable chins extra-exponentially multiplying at far too fast a rate to fathom a single one before it folded over into an infinitude of further rolls, he wolfed down the final scraps of temporal fabric left in eternity. Countless parallel timelines plummeting down his throat, bulging it out so far as to cause chaotic meteorological disturbances of his neck creases, raging storms of violent jiggling reverberating across his being with every greedy gulp, rearranging base structures of existence in their inescapable wake. His eyes rolled up and lids fluttered, eternities consumed whole and histories reduced to their mere, immeasurable dietary value, he could feel his body rapidly approaching the point of breaking beyond. Every absent fraction of a calorie overamplified into infinitudes of fat only ever compounding onto themselves, remultiplying their immensity faster and faster as his hunger only grew. His weight doubling every second, every moment, every instant, accelerating into ever smaller intervals all to quickly tending toward zero - until reaching it.
Like a detonation of boundless adipose, his abject heft surged forth into realms beyond the beyond. Dwarfing his omnimmense form to such insurmountable degrees that the Tides just one Planck time ago was outweighed by the unending mountains of blubber rolling from the tip of his smallest digits. Panting as he far eclipsed his own comprehension, a wide grin lost somewhere below spiraling ripples in his flab. He felt himself hitting a barrier, paying it no mind as he fully expected it to yield like all the others, shattering like the boundaries of the universe, ripping like the fabric of reality or crumbling like the foundations of all being.
To his grave bewilderment, it held up. The lavender hindrance simply melding itself around his infinities-eclipsing body, the extracosmic mountains of escalatingly expanding overlard sinking into the soft, supple masses. He was certain that the heftful escalation that followed would take care of it, putting the cataclysmic explosion of weight he'd just unleashed into perspective of a much vaster, fulminant enfattening. Instead, he only sank deeper into the plush depths. A panic welled up in him as he felt his rolls submerged beneath far higher tides. Releasing all restraint, desperately cramming down whatever cosmic structures still existing in the pudgescape, fattening out further than he could even think possible. Yet despite all that, it was like he was shrinking in the boundless oceans of violently rising blubberiness. A bottomless pit of cushy paunch that he only plunged ever lower into. An insurmountable, scalelessness-defying, omnifinitude-transcending canyon of unyielding, surging, overexpanding fat.
An infinitesimally tiny groove.
Unnoticeably insignificant, somewhere in a minute crease of the expanse of a minuscule wrinkle at the edge of a small pleat of one of countless folds in the convolutions making up a minor flexure of a ridge in the rivel of a rimple of but one ply of furling furrow forming a singular sway of the mountainous flab shaping but the first of the innumerable rolls of the fox's ultraimmense belly fat. Defeated, hopeless whimpers drowned out by the deafening stretching and sloshing of their expansion only mounting up another lardfall of blubbery coils burying the last set under their even more omniobese overheft, making the second-heaviest, beastly blubberous monstrosity feel like a lithe and limber little dragon. The deeper than deep, lower than low, sub-infrasonic rumbling of gluttonous gut groaning with utterly insatiable vulpine appetite putting his comparatively nonexistent hunger totally out of perspective.
Solly could barely even feel the monumental events occurring in the vast folds of his insurmountable being. It was like the weight of worlds was finally put onto his shoulders, hips and thighs. Just a moment ago, he'd felt the piercing snap from his ear and set his onslaught unto all into rapid motion. His obesitation took him far past familiar spheres too fast for him to take in much more than a glimpse of the skies turning dark and the ground becoming him, whirling stars and galactic expanse giving way to waves of lilac crashing across the distance. Flashing lights of dazzling colors and errant echoes of shattering bounds all he experienced of his width's ascension beyond feeble planes of existence unable to hold a mere fraction of his heft. His view turning into but a tunnel forming around his head, chins becoming an endless fractal of rolls upon rolls stacking up on themselves in an unceasing spiral, his face smiling at the bottom of the bottomless abyss of neck flab mounting into an eclipse of scaleless overimmensity. His limbs splayed out as far as they could go, hanging suspended in the comfort of his own, vast self. Each of his fingers buried beneath utterly impossible weight, submerged in even more pudge, every millimeter of his arms another surreal set of manifolds of lardaceous convolutions compounding ever further.
The sensations of his hilly, flowing masses enraptured his mind. The sheer volumes of fat far eclipsing infinitude at their smallest fraction washed over themselves, endless reaches of soft flab sliding over and sinking into more of its own. The burgeoning weight of his gut sagging into its depths, only for another flood of blubber to come rushing over it and rise its monumental massivity into new heights. His plump member sunken into his thundering thighs, fattened to such girth that it was far broader than it was long, twitched with blissful pleasure and commencing relief from undue compression. His breasts widened with escalating adiposity, surging across the peak of the mountainous vupline, their nipples taut with padded tissue, their gravity making them draw folds into the chubbed-up surface of his areolae. All but the very tip of the fatscape giving way to ever larger, heftier, burlier rolls stretching beyond all eternity, a supragargantuan, blimping blob surpassing all scale and proportion with every fold weightier than the entire mass above it, the flabs continuing on and on and on into forever.
And yet, despite the abject, neverending colossality of his upper body, it was all but dwarfed by what he packed below his boundless waist. Utterly redefining the very concept of bottom-heavy into something exceeding any attempts at comprehension. A pair of cheeks absolutely towering over the rest of his being, warping the realms of impossibility by their untold, unthinkable bulk, wobbling and wavering with ceaseless expansion of their widening, omnigargantuan lupendosity. The smallest jiggle of the irresponsibly overbearing etavolumes of ass sending ripples of unmatched force across his corpulence and through all else, the mere echoes of the very existence of such staggering reachless ultraobesity straining and twisting any thought even vaguely directed at the tremendosity of his rump.
The cataclysmic events across his lardscape hardly registered as a tickle. The half-hearted attempts of his little walrus friend to resume her conquest before succumbing to the comfort of her new existence. Omniverses buried beneath the wrinkles of his folds, imploding into a flurry of colorful sparkles dissolving across the lavender plushness. Timelines sinking into the depths of his rolls, pulling ever tighter against the relentless expansion, their shimmering, blue filaments stretching their eternities, unraveling at the seams until violently snapping, unleashing a joyful wobble of the flab that the feeble strands had unduly deformed from their state of natural, all-engulfing flow. Substrata of reality breaking by the inordinate heft placed upon them, the deluge of blubber washing away the ethereal rubble now but a forgotten footnote in the new, much more shapely foundation of all existence. And the whole-hearted attempts of a desperate draconic omniblob that, despite his weight eclipsing the combined mass of non-vulpine matter by infinite orders of superweighted magnitude, was exactly same, minuscule sub-size as everything else.
With bright-glowing eyes, Solly peered at the wavering, glowy orb shrinking in front of his snout, looking much like a larger version of the chocolate balls he'd been wolfing down as rations. Vast cheeks and the very first immense chin of the uncountable amounts thereof lit up by its little light, barely enough to illuminate his tiny facial cave before the rays were lost to the distant reaches of rising blubber. His muscles totally relaxed, unable to move even the slightest millimeter in their utterly buried state. His concentration swimming from the innumerable sensations barraging his synapses, yet his magickal acuity heightened like never before, the thaumaturgical tendrils of energy seeping directly into every adipose fiber of his being from the scraps of astral realms scattered between his flabs. His body only beginning to settle into its new, blobular shape escalating further by the moment, seemingly revolting against the far too slow progress and overamplifying the abject enfattening by perpetually increasing, exponential autolipid expansion.
A blissful smile widened on his face, the former worries and stress of his clearly unnatural, worldly form wiped away, pure contentment left in its wake. These first few seconds alone he felt so much more in his element than he ever had, improving by each passing moment. It made him joyously await the actual commencement of his decompression slated to set off in the coming days. Until then, he had ample time to sort out his sustenance situation, submerged fingertips already tingling in summonic anticipation. As the shiny sphere neared his plump lips, he opened his mouth wide to welcome it. All being trembling in the foreboding rumbling of the weight to follow.
Vulpes-Solus, settling beyond a new, weighty existence.
