Meal 4
Kill led Tagmer and Morris to the dining room where the bounty of food was laid out for them. They took their seats feeling very small in them and watched as Kill loaded their plates with a leaning tower of pastries, the glaze acting like a cement to keep it standing. They were amazed not only by the size, but the fact that there was a lot more food not on their plates.
"Are there others coming?" asked Morris in disbelief.
"Just you two," Kill replied.
"But isn't this a bit much?" added Morris.
"Be quiet," Tagmer replied with a greedy look on his face. "Free food."
"There's no need to be secretive," said Kill in a friendly tone. "Eat all you want. Obamon and I can always make more."
Tagmer couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation when he heard those words. Even Morris couldn't conceal his own excitement. Without another moment's hesitation they attacked the food on their plates. Tagmer ate through the food like he was inhaling air and despite Morris’s more mild appearance; he was devouring it just as fast.
"Got any hot sauce?" asked Tagmer after he finished shoving half a chocolate cake in his maw. "I can't help but get a craving for something spicy."
"Hot sauce?" replied Kill not seeing how it could go with any of the food on his plate. Still, he didn't see any harm in giving him some. "Coming right up." Kill began rummaging through the cabinets to find it.
"And when you come back," added Morris. "Why don't you make yourself a plate and join us."
Kill nearly dropped the hot sauce when he heard this. He was stuck and he couldn't get out of it. If he refused they'd suspect something and if he agreed he'd end up like them only he was a great deal fatter than they were. The first choice was not an option. He had to join them for the sake of keeping them eating.
"That sounds good," answered Kill trying to hide his nervousness as he took a seat and handed Tagmer the hot sauce. While the big red dragon started to coat the hot sauce onto his food, Kill began making a plate of his own. He didn't want to make his own stack so high, but subconsciously Obamon's influence urged him to been even greedier than he normally was when it came to eating. Once he built his food tower up he began disassembling it into his mouth. He stuffed mouthful after mouthful of the tasty pasties into his mouth fully aware of what Obamon had down and what he had added, but he was too far enjoying his meal now to care.
While Kill had just started eating and the effects had not yet occurred all the constant eating from Tagmer and Morris was beginning to show results as their guts were starting to show under their shirts. Of course, the situation wasn't the same as it had been with Snow and Kill. They weren't just getting filled with fat, but helium as well. It was a simple spell that was more commonly used as a practical joke than an offensive spell. In this case, Kill found a very good use for it in this case. He was able to add the inflation effects to all the baked goods. His practice enabled him to create enough helium to fill a balloon and it would add up quite considerably the more they ate. Just thinking about it made him grin with delight. While the helium was in them they'd feel no less heavy. It would even help them eat, but it wouldn't be until they rested and digested that the helium would leave their bodies and their true weight would hit them. Kill couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when they ended up bigger than him, although at the rate he was eating he would end up even larger still.
As they continued to eat, their stomachs quickly bloated out more and more as fat filled their frames. The helium spread to ever not only to their stomach, but was also in their chests, arms, and legs as well rounding them out. The food tasted so good neither of them took any notice. Kill, on the other hand, took notice as he felt his body bloat out a bit. He noticed the food appeared even more fattening than what he had before and even more delicious as he gorged. New fat quickly built on his frame and before long he felt his thigh fat droop over the sides of his seat. He knew he was fat before but now he felt even downright obese. Merely turning his hand into a fist allowed his to see and feel all the fat filled in each of his digits. Turning his head was difficult as he continually got obstructed when his moobs pressed against his chins. Every aspect of his life felt so burdensome. He had to carry all the fat in his arm to grab at food and then bring it to his mouth. Even the simple act of blinking seemed a bother. Having someone do all the heavy lifting for him was quickly growing more frequent in his thoughts right behind his desire to eat more and more.
Any time Kill turned to look at the others he saw they were a lot larger than he last checked. The inflation and fattening effects were taking effect on them Tagmer and Morris even better than he could have hoped. In fact, the only way they could not have said anything at this point was if they knew they were bloating out and liked it. After an accidental glance at them that forced eye contact with them allowed them the opportunity to look at him with a knowing look on their face he was certain they knew what was going on.
"You didn't have to be so secretive," explained Tagmer as he licked some chocolate frosting off his index finger and then drummed on his bloated belly. "I've been looking for a good stuffing for a long time."
"Not only that," added Morris. "A little helium magic worked in to lighten us of. Not a bad idea."
"Thanks," replied Kill. "Obamon did the cooking. I just added in the inflation while I was reading up on some magic."
"Pretty impressive that you were able to do it on so much food," stated Tagmer as he looked over all the remaining food. "But we still have quite a long way to go."
"Well there's no need to rush," said Morris.
"That's all well and good," replied Tagmer. "But I came for more than just eating. How about after we finish what we all have on our plates we work together to finish what's left."
"Isn't that what we're doing?" asked Kill confused.
"Not if he's going to do what I think he's thinking," replied Morris.
"You know I'm thinking what you're thinking," answered Tagmer. "I think."
"I have no idea what you're thinking," said Kill.
"You'll see," explained Morris with a grin. "Now how should we decide who goes first?"
"There is only one way," answered Tagmer.
"Indeed," agreed Kill.
All three of them made one of their hands into a first and turned to face each other. They stared one another down trying to read their opponents and figure out what they were going to do. Sweat formed on their foreheads and pits from the tension building up around them (not to mention of having three fat bodies in such close proximity). The room grew very quiet until they began.
"Rock! Paper! Scissor! Shoot!" they shouted simultaneously as they shook their fists before making their move. It resulted in Kill playing scissor while the others chose rock.
"You're first," announced Tagmer. "Now for the two of us."
"You mean it isn't best two out of three?" asked Kill.
"We play street rules," explained Morris. "One loss is all it takes."
"Fine, but it's not like it is going to make much of a difference," he commented.
"We'll see," began Tagmer as he turned to face Morris and the stare down began again.
"Rock! Paper! Scissor! Shoot!" they shouted and made their moves. This time Tagmer did paper as Morris did rock.
"I'm getting pretty lucky today," said Tagmer as he relished his victory.
"Then let's get started," replied Morris as he turned to Kill. Tagmer looked at him too and this made Kill nervous.
Preparations took only moments as Kill reclined on the couch. Tagmer and Morris gathered what they considered a third of the food, but he quickly learned the consequences of going first. The food was getting divided into three, but his portion was clearly a lot more than that. It was clear that while they enjoyed stuffing their own maws they enjoyed turning the tables on him even more, but he was a man of his word and opened his mouth as their started stuffing him with food. He quickly watched his belly bulging out further and further as it swelled with fat and helium, but he didn't get alarmed until he saw Tagmer's hands glow orange.
"What the," began Kill before Morris stuffed his mouth with a slice of cake. He then proceeded to keep Kill pinned down as Tagmer rubbed his belly with his glowing hands. Immediately, the food in his stomach digested as his belly slowly shrank and then bulged outward. His rear and thighs thickened too forcing his legs to move further apart. At his sides, more love handles formed and the old ones only grew larger and droopier. His chest got covered by his chins as they drooped down over it. Any indication his head was a separate part of his body was lost as his he grew. His face grew distorted with fat, but a smile was still apparent on his face as the relaxing feeling of digestion made him quickly lose the will and strength to fight. His clothes didn't last much longer, already straining at the seams from his previous meal. There was an occasional tear as they slowly came undone, but he was so sedate he didn't instantly burst out of them. This also made it all the easier to stuff the remaining food into his maw and watch it convert to fat on his increasing massive body. As the food kept coming he closed his eyes to relax.
"Can you get up?" asked Morris as the last bit of food was digested.
"I think so," he replied as he opened his eyes. "I guess it's your turn then."
"That's right," said Tagmer as he began gathering more of the food for Morris.
Kill managed to get up with little difficulty. He was amazed at how heavy he was despite all the helium he must of have filling his body at the same time and though he retained mobility his limbs were so thick he was barely able to move them. It was a tough call, but he figured he had to be even larger than Snow at this point. It was at this point he was wondering what was taking those two so long, but he quickly pushed it to the back of his mind as he continued to explore what other changes had befallen him. He also noticed most of his clothes were gone save for the underwear that maintained incredibly flexibility. The rest of his clothes were rags thrown into a pile when they were torn beyond use. Kill would have liked to change, but he couldn't be rude and leave his guests unattended.
He had to wait for Tagmer to get Morris’s food together. They then began anew as Kill stuffed the food into Morris’s maw while Tagmer resumed using his powers to hasten the digestion to make him gain before their eyes. Love handles formed, his chins multiplied and a pair of moobs pressed against his straining shirt. His butt lifted him into the air and his gut grew larger and softer. His meal didn't last as long as Kill's did, but he was almost as large as Kill was before he took his turn. His clothes were remarkably stretching with only a few signs of tearing.
Without wasting any time at all, Morris started collecting the remaining food for Tagmer. He sat normally so he'd have better access of his stomach. Kill and Morris worked together to stuff his mouth as h rubbed his paunch to make it swell and glow. His meal was meager compared to the others, but he still managed to put on a decent amount of weight that thickened his legs and rear. As he munched down the last few bites they heard a door open as Obamon stepped into the room. Kill noticed she looked a bit bigger and fatter than before, but was more concerned that Snow wasn't there. Morris and Tagmer could only stare in awe at the mountainously obese woman. They figured she was big to have such big furniture, but they didn't expect her to be that big.
"Hello Obamon," he said cheerfully. "I was entertaining your guests while you were busy."
"I can see that," she replied as she poked his blobby belly playfully. "And I can see you ate a good deal too."
"Well, I kind of got forced into it," he admitted. "But I did learn some good magic."
"Maybe you can show me it in a bit," she told him.
"Alright," answered Kill. "By the way, where's Snow?"
"I needed an errand done," explained Obamon. "He'll be away for a bit, but he'll be back soon enough."
"Well in that case I better hit the books," stated Kill as he waddled to the library. "I want to read up a bit more now after how well this trial went."
"Have fun," said Obamon before she turned to her guests. "Sorry for not being here to greet you." She walked up to them and hugged them deeply into her belly. "But we'll make up for the lost time starting right away."
"Thanks," stated Morris in a friendly tone.
"Air!" gasped Tagmer as he struggled to get his face out of her cleavage. It wasn't that he didn't like it, but he had to admit she was a lot stronger than she looked.
"Sorry dearies, but you two look so cute," she admitted. "Now what was it you two like again?"
"Well, I like food and games of course," stated Tagmer. "I also like exploring and adventures."
"And how about you dear?" asked Obamon to Morris.
"Writing, archery, magic, and sword fighting to name a few," replied Morris.
"Well I've got the perfect place where you two can have all the fun you want," explained Obamon as she carried them into her living room. She removed a thick book from the bookshelf and placed it on the ground. She placed the two of them on the ground. "Go ahead, Sharky. I think you'll like this book."
Morris opened the book only to find the pages were all blank. "I don't get it," he replied as he scratched his head.
"Just concentrate and the words will come to you," explained Obamon.
"Okay," said Morris as he closed his eyes and thought. As he did the words started to come to him. "And so begins the adventures of Morris and Tagmer into the land of Buffet."
As he spoke those words the pages began flipping wildly and a strong wind grabbed hold of them. Out of fear they clawed at the ground trying to fight it. As they stared at Obamon they wondered why she wasn't being pulled in. Her apron wasn't even getting ruffled from the wind. It wasn't long before Morris lost his grip and was sent flowing to the book and vanished into the flipping pages.
"Morris !" cried Tagmer as he looked at Obamon. "What's going on?"
"Relax dearie," she told him. "It will be alright." As the words left her lip Tagmer lost his grip too and flew into the book. The last thing Obamon saw was his butt crack sticking out from his pants before the book closed.
