"It seems all the players are finally converging," snickered Koopa Killajor as he rose to his feet and stretched. "I was beginning to wonder when the big showdown would start. A battle with three opposing forces." Picking up his stone fragment he gave a toothy grin. "Maybe four depending on how things proceed. I suppose I should take my leave now and join in. I wouldn't want to miss the main course after all."
"Well it was fun while it lasted," said Dillon. "But these guys are done for. Should we report in to Obamon now?"
"What's the rush?" asked Snow. "I still got a whole volcano of pizza to enjoy."
"Keep eating like that and your fat will break the volcano apart," snickered Dillon.
"You just want all the pizza for yourself," stated Snow sticking his tongue out tauntingly. He then looked into the distance, tongue still dangling from his maw. "Ook ow!"
"Excuse me?" asked Dillon confused. "What did you say? Put your tongue back in your mouth."
"I was trying to tell you to look out," pronounced Snow.
"Uh, for what?" asked Dillon turning around just as two cyclones of wind struck him followed by Jokull struck him in the head while he was distracted dropping him where he stood.
"Tried to warn you," said Snow looking down at him then up at the attackers. "So who do we have here?"
"Don't you recognize the Anti-Obamon Strike Force Five?" asked Logan full of swagger. "We're here to kick your butts and then Obamon's butt and then any other butts we haven't kicked yet."
"We never agreed to that name," groaned Vincent. "But we are here to put a stop to Obamon and anyone on her side."
"Well that would be us, but even if the odds are stacked five-to-two you still don't stand a chance," bragged Snow.
"We just KO'ed your friend over there so I wouldn't try and bluff your way out of this," argued Vic.
"That was sure a nasty mosquito bite," commented Dillon as he got to his feet and scratching at the spot Jokull hit him. "Oh, and we have guests?"
"Still think I'm bluffing?" asked Snow with a grin.
"Not a scratch on him," mumbled Ivy in surprise. "We didn't hold back and he wasn't even defending."
"Obamon made them a lot stronger than when we last saw them," stated Zane. "This won't be as easy as I thought."
"Hey you look familiar," said Dillon, bending down to get a closer look at Zane. "Aren't you Zane?"
"I am," he replied. "My appearance is different, though not by my choice."
"Well I remember the beating you gave me earlier," he explained. "And now it is time to get some payback."
"You didn't stand a chance then," stated Zane. "And now is no different. I wasn't using my full strength then, but I can't afford to play around now." Getting into his stance, Zane focused on creating an aura sphere. As the ball of energy formed, he fired it right into Dillon's face. It popped like a firecracker and didn't so much as give him a scratch.
"Uh, that was way weaker than how you were before," commented Dillon.
"Are you ok Zane?" Vincent asked Zane.
"I'm fine," responded Zane with a rather tense tone. "I'm simply not as used to my power in this form. Just means I have to try harder." Charging up his power again, he began creating an even larger aura sphere. He continued to make it grow larger to ensure its destructive power, but its shape quickly destabilized as he did till the energy wasn't able to be contained and it self-destructed in his hands. Groaning in pain and surprise, Zane looked at his palms in disbelief at what had happened. "Why does this happen now of all times?"
"My turn then," giggled Dillon bringing his leg back in preparation for a kick. "Da'gya!" He swung his foot forward at the distracted Riolu and connected hard, sending him flying off the edge of the volcano and tumbling down to a lower ledge.
"Zane!" cried Jokull as he and his teammates ran to go after him, but Dillon was already running after him too, quickly outrunning them thanks to his huge size.
"You better not be done yet," shouted Dillon already running down the size of the volcano. "You beat me to a gooey yellow stain on the floor. At the very least I got to do that to you."
"Zane can't be in any shape to fight after that kick," commented Ivy.
"He wasn't even before that," added Vincent. "His power is all messed up. Think it's because he regressed from a Lucario to a Riolu?"
"It could be," answered Vic. "In that case, we got to get to him before Dillon does."
"I hope you aren't leaving me all alone up here," pouted Snow, the ground rumbling at match his emotions. "That will make me very unhappy."
"Vincent, Logan, you go after them," instructed Jokull. "Vic, Ivy, and I will take care of this blob of a Gabumon."
"But we're faster," said Vic. "Shouldn't at least one of us go to help Zane out?"
"Not in this case," explained Jokull. "Snow is way larger than Dillon and if he can control this whole volcano I'll need all the air support I can get."
"Any ideas how we're supposed to win?" asked Logan. "We came here to save our friends, but we might not be strong enough."
"I don't have any idea right now," admitted Jokull. "I had hoped Zane's strength would be our trump card, but we have to keep fighting without that as a backup. Now get going you two."
"Don't be afraid, Logan," Vincent said to try and comfort him. "I'll make sure to keep you safe."
"Wolverines!" cried Logan as he ran off after Dillon.
"Wait for me!" shouted Vincent chasing after Dillon. "I'm supposed to be keeping you safe!"
"So I get to play with you three then," said Snow clapping in delight. "This is going to be so much fun."
"What did Obamon do to you?" asked Jokull. "Look at yourself. You've become a monster."
"She made me something great," snickered Snow. "I am no longer one of the weaklings that are just a joke or comedy relief. For once, I'm the one with the power and you are at my mercy for protection."
"We never thought of you like that," stated Jokull. "She's just turning us against one another."
"Are you done?" asked Snow. "I'm bored talking about what Obamon did or did not do to me."
"I have one more question before we begin," said Jokull. "What did you do to our friends?"
Licking his lips and letting huge globs of saliva splash down on the ground as pizza lava started overflowing from the mouth of the volcano, Snow answered. "The same delicious fate that will happen to you."
Anikitty giggled in his sleep as Renamon's tail tickled at his nose. "Hehe, cut it out," he snickered fidgeting.
"What?" mumbled Renamon as she started to awaken. She turned over and saw Anikitty giggles and playfully flicked her tail across his belly making him laugh himself away.
"I said to stop," he laughed unable to resist it. He attempted to move away in the bed, but she just moved closer. The game didn't last long, however, as they reached the end of the bed and Anikitty slipped out plopping on the floor with a fat jiggling thud.
"Oh, I'm sorry," cried Renamon. "Did you get hurt?"
"I'm ok," he answered. "My butt broke my fall." Picking himself off, he patted his bear bottom recalling that his old diaper ripped off from his recent snacking. "I wonder if Obamama got me my new diaper yet."
"It better be extra large," she commented hopping off the bed and walking around Anikitty to get a better look at him before poking his belly. "You look like you got really fat."
"Looks like you did too," Anikitty replied lifting up her belly and letting it drop and jiggle. "Could it be Obamama's food?"
"We did eat a lot," admitted Renamon. "But she would not do anything bad to us. Let's go ask her."
"Okay, but we can't forget Guilmon," added Anikitty.
"He wasn't in bed," commented Renamon. "Where is he?"
Scanning around the room, Anikitty spotted him scratching at the door. At his smaller size and increased weight he was easily overlooked like a red bean bag chair. "There his is," Anikitty answered and walked over to him. "What are you doing over here?"
"Foo food," he mumbled clawing at the door managing to leave scratches in it. The floor around him was covered in a puddle of his saliva along with the front of his belly.
"What's that?" asked Renamon as she and Anikitty approached and caught a whiff of what he was drooling over. The scent of irresistible baking was taking place in the kitchen.
"Our little bro has a strong nosy," said Anikitty. "I didn't even smell it till we got this close. "As he continued to smell the food his belly rumbled and growled with hunger. "And now it's making me very hungry."
"Me too," stated Renamon as her stomach did the same and Guilmon's stomach rumbled too, loudest of all. Looking up at the doorknob out of their reach and the only way out of the room she sighed. "I hope Obamama comes to get us soon."
"Obamama!" wailed Guilmon getting grouchy from hunger and pounding on the door desiring food more and more as he stomach roared. His wailing bore fruit as they heard Obamon's footsteps shuffling over to the door. As the doorknob started to wobble Anikitty and Renamon grabbed Guilmon from behind and dragged him out of the way before the door opened. Obamon stood on the other side of the door with a wrinkled face and a big smile. In one hand was the book she had put so many of her guests in already.
"Dearies," she said with surprise and delight. "I did not expect my little ones awake so soon. I did not even finish your next meal. I hope you all worked up an appetite and Anikitty, I got a nice new diaper ready for you." Fumbling in the pocket of her apron with her free hand she pulled out a diaper no baby of normal proportions could ever fit in properly. She handed it to him and let him look it over. The material was made with strong elastic to allow it to handle sizes even larger than Anikitty currently was. Other than that, the material of the diaper seemed just like his old one, extra absorbent and crinkly. This one was also green with pictures of mice and cheese on it. The most unusual thing about it though, was it had little bells attached at the waist.
"Thank you so much," Anikitty cheer as he tried slipping it on, but found it harder than normal to diaper himself with the larger size of the diaper and the difficulty his increased belly and rear caused.
"Let me give you a hand," she told him as she put the book down and helped him tape up the sides so he was securely wearing it.
"Thank you again, Obamama," he said merrily patting his diapered bottom as he tail swayed as the bells jingled. "I love it, so nice and comfy on my bottom."
"Any time dearie," she told him.
"Obamama, what is this book you got here?" asked Renamon having opened the book and flipped through the pages unable to read it and the lack of pictures didn't help either.
"Just a novel I have been working on," she told them. "The book is very special and I do not even need to lift a finger to put the words inside."
"You are making a book?" asked Renamon excitedly.
"Read read!" cheered Guilmon excited for something other than food for a moment, but then his growling stomach and the aromas in the air stronger with the door opened reminded him. "Foo food!"
"I'm afraid this book is not something I should read to ones so young," she explained. "Besides, I am sure you all are ready for some more tasty delights."
"Yuppers," answered Anikitty holding his rumbling belly. "But do you think we are getting a bit fat?"
"Fat?" asked Obamon feigning ignorance. "What do you mean?"
"Well I outgrew my diaper after eating so much," he pointed out.
"And Guilmon and I have grown quite pudgy too," added Renamon.
"Now that you mention it, you do seem a tiny bit bigger," she said as she slipped her book in her apron pocket so she could lift all three up. Despite their increased size it was very easy for her to do this. "But no matter what size I love you all so much." She gave them each a bunch of smooches on their cheeks enforcing her suggestions on them once again. "In fact, I say bigger babies means there's more of you to love."
"Then you'll love us a ton after we eat some more," stated Anikitty.
"I'm sure I will," chuckled Obamon. "Unfortunately, you woke up before I had it finished, but I did get something ready just in case."
"What is it?" asked Renamon.
"Some bottles of the tastiest milky you will ever drink," she told them as she placed them on the couch sitting each one on their own cushion. The bottles were on the coffee table in front of them, a red one for Guilmon, a yellow one for Renamon, and a blue one for Anikitty.
"Moo moo milk!" cheered Guilmon holding his hands out in anticipation for it. Happily, Obamon handed it to him and watched suckle on in, quickly gulping down the milk inside. She then handed the other two bottles to their respective owner.
"What's this hose for?" asked Renamon, noticing each bottle had one attached to the bottom.
"Just a hose to keep refilling the super yummy milk. I already used it in a lot of my baking so you already know how tasty this stuff is." She hardly needed to explain as an experimental taste of the milk was enough to get them hooked and drinking. Gently patting their heads, Obamon watched them drink up and watch the bottles refill as fast as they could gulp all thanks to Krystal's continued milking in the other room. Before Obamon left, she turned on the record player to play a bit of music for her babies to keep them entertained as they drank.
"Cookies and donuts are full of yum," the music played. "Cakes and pies give me some. Made with care, love and cream, soften my belly to the extreme. Make me so fat, round and obese, feed me forever and never ever cease. Gluttony is the greatest thing; grow ever fatter as I sing!" The potently fattening milk quickly got to work building fat on all three of them. Pounds were packed on with each gulp, widening their frames and rounding them out further and further. "Blood into gravy and bulk into blubber, no more need for belts you need elastics and rubber. If you think you had enough, that you're filled with all the good stuff. Give a belch and get ready when I sing this song all over again!" The music looped over and over entrapping them in the melodic thoughts of growing fatter and fatter. It was all their minds could focus on as they drank and their fat spread to the four corners of the cushions they were sitting on till their blubbery sides and bottoms smooshed against one another and their bellies drooped over the front of the couch. Their bottles found a sturdy spot to sit between their moobs as they drank when their arms were having a hard time holding the bottles to their maws. Peeking from the kitchen, Obamon watched with salivating delight.
"They look so delectable already," she drooled. "But I must resist the urge to consume them for now. The more they fatten and the more they love me will making them all the more scrumptious in the end. Luckily, I have plenty to keep my mind busy until that time. I wonder how Krystal is doing." Shuffling her feet over to the room she had Krystal in, busily being milked and fattened endlessly she opened the door to get knocked back by a huge bulge of pink blubber. Grabbing it to help her to her feet, Obamon grinned and hurried outside excitedly. "My Krystal, how does your fat increase!" Staring up, above her home, the corner of the house Krystal had been in had long since been forced to pieces by her obesity. She had fattened up far more than that too, her head reached up to the tops of the trees in the forest and her rear taking up most of the back yard and even knocking over several trees at the edge of the clearing of her home. "Yet another tasty morsel I have to remain patient about eating. And I can use all the time in the world. Those who dare to oppose me cannot even scratch the opposition I set before them and soon they will just be one more of my appetizers."
Vic and Ivy encircled Snow striking at him with powerful blasts of wind as they avoided his swinging arms and geysers of pizza sauce erupting from the ground below them. They swift agile bodies were able to easily avoid the dangers, but at the same time it became all the harder to focus on attacking him. At the same time, Jokull using Vic and Ivy's assault to ponder what he could contribute.
"I was in such rush with everyone else I didn't even consider what I could even do to fight," he said to himself as he looked his body over. He then noticed a pouch at his side and unlatched it finding a set of cards inside it. "What do we have here?" Taking them out he shuffled through them reading what was printed on each card. "Well let's give it a try. I summon Forbear the Exploding Axe!" The card exploded in a cloud of smoke and in its place was a large axe. "This might come in handy."
Returning the rest of his cards to the pouch and flew at Snow with all his might at Snow and chopped at him with the axe in the stomach. As its name suggested detonated the spot attacked on Snow making his fat jiggle wildly and his balance become disturbed. If the lower half of his body wasn't wedged into the volcano he would have tumbled to the ground.
"Now's our chance, Ivy!" shouted Vic.
"Let's give him a double Hyper Beam," she agreed
Flying high above Snow they held their wings out to keep themselves in place as they opened their mouths building up the power for their attack. Their eyes were locked on one another as they prepared to attack in unison. A glint in their eyes told the other they were ready and they both attacked at Snow at the same point.
"They're going to cross the streams!" cried Jokull as he flew fast to get out of the way as the attacks connected. The attacks combined and grew larger quickly engulfing Snow before making a massive explosion. The shockwave sent Jokull, Ivy, and Vic tumbling through the air as they struggled to steady themselves.
"We did it!" cheered Vic panting, still recovering from the attack.
"Well nothing can withstand a double Hyper Beam," breathed Ivy.
"Wish you would have given me a bit of warning, but I can't argue with results," commented Jokull.
"Sorry, but we didn't have much choice," said Vic. "He wasn't going to be defeated by anything less than our best."
"Man, that hurts," groaned Snow as he twitched slumped over. "You got me good there, but nothing a little snack can't cure." Getting back up he waved his arms causing the ground to quake violently before a huge eruption of pizza burst out and then right into his maw. He gulped it down hastily while Jokull, Vic, and Ivy could only watch his belly expand outward getting fatter and rounded by the gulp. At the same time, all the damage he sustained vanished. Even his clothes became repaired. When he was finished he wasn't merely back to how he was before, but even larger now too.
"How are we supposed to beat that?" cried Ivy. "He can just recover no matter what we do."
"Luckily for you," Snow told them. "That won't be a problem since I'll finish you off before you get another chance." Raising up his arms, his body glowed in blue aura and a chill filled the air all around him. Frost started covering over Snow's body as well as on theirs and the cold only continued to increase more and more.
"We have to get out of here right away!" shouted Jokull as he flew as far away as he could. He turned to make sure Vic and Ivy were doing the same, but they were hardly soaring at all. "What's wrong?"
"We can't move much yet," groaned Vic. "We haven't recovered completely."
"Don't worry about us," called Ivy. "Get away while you still can!"
"Too late for even day," stated Snow as his spell was ready and a pillar of ice emerged from where he was standing and spread out rapidly. Ivy and Vic were swallowed by it right away while Jokull tried outrunning it. Frost and snow piled up on him as he flew and the ice continued to close in on him. It was by complete great fortune he managed to escape the radius of the attack as the ice shattered and seemed to vanish as quickly as it appeared. The snow and ice that had appeared on Jokull did remain; however, as it did on Vic and Ivy who were frozen solid as they plummeted to the ground. "Two down."
"So you can do more than just control this volcano," growled Jokull charging at Snow.
"Then I'll just chop you to bits right here and now!" Brandishing his axe he angrily parried the pizza geysers as Snow made them erupt and then Snow's arms as he came within his reach. Swinging the axe he struck with all his might, but before he could make contact the ax poofed into thin air causing Jokull the crash into Snow's blubberous paunch and bounce off it haphazardly. "I didn't consider the cards had a time limit to them."
Taking the opportunity, Snow brought down his hand smashing, Jokull to the ground with all his might, leaving him in a hand shaped crater besides Ivy and Vic, all three down and unable to move as pizza lava started flowing around them. By the time the ice started to thaw and Jokull began to come to his senses the sticky pizza was already restraining them.
"I can't move," groaned Ivy.
"We can't even eat this stuff," gulped Vic. "More just takes its place."
"Keep fighting," encouraged Jokull. "We can't lose now."
"Sorry, but once I got my pizza on you, there's no way I'll let you escape it," bragged Snow. "I'm the biggest and baddest around and nobody can even hope to mess with all this."
Suddenly, an earth shattering crash came from behind Snow out of nowhere. Turning to see what the source of it was, he came eye to chest with a Koopa even more massive than he was. The lizard's large arms squeezed at Snow's humongous gut, fat drooping over his arms and bulging muscles as he began pulling him free of the volcano.
"Nice to see you. Been ages, Snow," greeted Killajor. "Remember when we first arrived at Obamon's cottage?"
"Killajor?" he groaned. "Is that really you? Aren't you supposed to be on our side?"
"I never serve under anybody," he chuckled. "And it seems Obamon is getting her end game ready. So it is in my best interest to take out anyone on her side before going after the lady herself." With all his might he lifted Snow out of the volcano and over his head before slamming him into the ground head first and partially burying him. He followed this up slicing and slashing at Snow's rear wildly with his claws over and over again as Snow struggled to dig his head out. When he finally succeeded, Kill let him get back to his feet for a moment before delivering a crushing blow to his jaw and smashing him back into the ground. The force of his attacks shook the mountain. The pizza lava that had been covering over Jokull, Vic, and Ivy stopped allowing them to struggle out of it and get back to their feet.
"Nice to see you too," moaned Snow in a daze. Jokull and the others were flabbergasted at Kill's actions and the fact they were able to free themselves now. They then flew up to Killajor.
"You beat Snow!" cried Jokull excitedly. "You saved us."
"I didn't even notice you," huffed Kill. "And he isn't beat yet. If nothing else, he can sure take a lot of punishment, but it just means I get to play with the punching bag a while longer."
"Well if Obamon is your enemy too then does that mean we're allies now as well?" asked Vic.
"Allies?" asked Bowser Kill, scratching his chin in contemplation for a moment. "Nah." Opening his maw he unleashed a torrent of fire upon them.
Zane moaning, laying on the ground and staring up at the sky, his vision blurred. His mind was such a daze and his body was in such agony even breathing was a painful endeavor. "I'm alive, but feels like every bone in my body is broken," he thought as he managed to turn his head to the side a bit. "Krystal, I could really do with some healing real bad right now. Krystal? Oh, you aren't by my side anymore. You feel so far away and that I might never see you again. I want to see you so badly, but I cannot move. Feel so very, very tired. So sleepy."
As Zane continued to look up, the daylight darkened as Dillon stood over him, his massive body casting a shadow over him. In his current state he didn't even notice the danger looming over him. Seeing the helpless, blue Pokemon still alive made Dillon grin as he flexed his fingers and cracked his knuckles. "Seems despite being so weak you don't die so easily. That's good news for me. I can pound the life out of you bit by bit."
Flexing his muscles, chuckled deviously as his size started to increase and his muscles bulged larger. Soon Zane appeared to be a mouse in comparison to Dillon, his fist large enough to hit his whole body and then some. Swinging his fist around a few times, Dillon threw a punch at Zane with all his might.
"Da'gya!" he cried with derpish delight.
An ear drum busting barrage of music roared out of nowhere and cut at Dillon's eardrums like dozens of tiny pins. The noise ruined his concentration and skewed his attack. His fist cratered the ground where he hit, though with his aim off. He missed Zane with the main force of his punch, but the shockwave his might sent into the ground sent his limp body tumbling like a rock skipping on the water. The experience would have been agonizing, but Zane was too far into shock to realize it.
"My ears!" groaned Dillon grabbing his head with both hands once he recovered from his attack. "That noise gave me a splitting headache. Where did it even come from?"
"That was too close," panted Logan a distance away. "Great job Vincent."
"It was just luck I had this magic guitar when we came in here," commented Vincent. "I doubt Obamon would have let us come in here armed if she had a say."
"Just wait until you see what I can do," stated Logan voice full of giddiness.
"In a moment," he instructed. "Go down there and grab Zane while we got the chance. I'm going to keep Dillon busy in the meantime."
"Right," agreed Logan as he scurried down towards Zane. Nearby, Dillon was recovering, his head still throbbing as he stood up again. Logan was swift to grab up Zane and slip out of sight before Dillon could get his eyes on them.
"Now where did the small fry go?" he grumbled. "First that sound gives me a headache and now he vanishes. Makes me so frustrated." Flexing his muscles, they grew bulkier making his already toned body appear even more rock solid. The ground cracked under his feet at the increased weight of his muscles gave him.
"Instead of bothering with him," shouted Vincent. "When not try picking on me?"
"I don't have any beef with you, but I suppose I might as well since you are here in front of me right now," said Dillon.
"Sounds to me like you got some person business with Zane then," pointed out the panda.
"He humiliated me a short while back," explained the buff dillo. "Now I am going to get my payback."
"You want your revenge, then you'll have to beat me first," cried Vincent. "Zane is my friend and he saved me from ending up like you did. I refuse to let you lay a finger on him so long as I can stand in your way."
"A touching gesture, but a cheesy little speech won't be enough to stop me," he told him in a taunting voice. "Maybe you'd have more luck with lame puns."
"Only because you asked," Vincent retorted. "Time for me to rock!" Strumming on his guitar, he sent a wave of sound at Dillon. The ground splintered from the sonic vibrations. It was too fast for the massive armadillo to avoid and hit him hard, sending him tumbling backwards bashing and crashing into mounds of rock in his path and flattening the terrain. "And time for you to roll."
"That was better," groaned Dillon in a daze. "But I'm still just warming up. Just wait till the mountain stops spinning and I'll show you what I mean."
"Looks like Vincent has got Dillon distracted," observed Logan from his hiding spot. "But it doesn't look like he will be able to beat him just by doing that." Slipping back out of sight he went to see Zane. "Come on now, you have to wake up."
"Uh, so horrible, painful," groaned Zane as he finally started to awaken.
"Zane!" cried Logan. "You're awake! Quick, tell me where it hurts."
"Everywhere," he moaned. "But especially my nose. Feels like it might melt off. I caught the scent of death all of a sudden. It was horrible, but at the very least it worked like smelling salts. What was that anyway?"
"Well, if I had to guess," answered Logan. "Dillon almost crushed you underfoot so I'd say you smelled his foot odor. Legends say he never has washed his socks ever and the legend also states he was born wearing them."
"Gross," commented Zane. "Where is he anyway?"
"Fighting Vincent," Logan answered. "I have to get you safe and the help him out."
"I can fight too," argued Zane. "You don't have to worry about me."
"You know that's not true," stated Logan. "You don't have your power right now and you are already hurt. It is time to let someone else fight for a change."
Vincent kept assaulting Dillon with his guitar solo, though Dillon began to shrug it off. Grabbing a chunk of ground in front of him, he dislodged it with brute strength and chucked it in Vincent's direction. Quickly adjusting the angle of his guitar, he directed his attack at the rock instead. The powerful sound waves cracked the rock into pieces and those pieces into pieces as well and so on until the danger it posed was reduced to nothing.
"That could have ended badly," he panted. "He nearly crushed me."
"Da'gya!" cried Dillon as he rushed forward, swinging his fist at Vincent. He almost didn't notice while due to the boulder occupying his attention, but he managed to wail on his guitar to fend him off. Dillon fought against the sound attempting to push him back, but step by step he moved in closer. Finally in attacking distance he swung his mighty fist at Vincent. No time to counter and no way to block, Vincent dove out of the way as Dillon's fist smashed into the ground. As he pulled his fist back he punched the ground with his other fist and continued pummeling the ground aiming to crush Vincent and everything around him crushed. He only let up when his arms tired out and he assumed that the panda was buried deep under the rubble. "That takes care of him. Now where are the others?"
"I am right over here," shouted Zane running out of face Dillon and Logan chasing after him.
"Please listen to reason," begged Logan. "You are in no shape to fight him."
"I just beat you," commented Zane.
"That was Rock Paper Scissors," argued Logan. "I didn't even agree to letting you fight if you won."
"I said if I won you would have to let me fight and even if you didn't agree you did play," Zane pointed out. "And I beat you so give it a rest and back me up."
"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" he groaned.
"He was incredibly strong until a short while ago," snickered Dillon. "And despite it he has not been able to win against Obamon once. His pride is hurt and even if he has no power to fight anymore he cannot bear to let his pride get hurt any further."
"That's not it," snapped Zane. "Krystal. I have to save her. She's waiting for me."
"Oh, is that it now," snickered Dillon. "You might believe that she is waiting for you, but that part of her is long since buried under an endless sea of blubber. The only thing left inside her is a desire to grow bigger and fatter. In truth, she belongs to Obamon now."
"Shut up!" growled Zane charging at the enormous dillo. "Krystal does not belong to anyone!"
"So easy to piss him off," said Dillon lifting his foot up. "Hard to believe he could have been one of the greatest threats to Obamon's plans. Oh well. Squish!" Bringing his foot down with all his might, Zane finally stopped running when the same foul food odor penetrated his nostrils and the scent of death froze him in his feet. He looked up in surprise as the massive socked food coming down on him and he did nothing to protect himself.
"I cannot fight and I refuse to run," he thought. "This was the only possible outcome left for me in the end." A sudden, forceful shove from behind sent Zane hurtling out of range of Dillon's foot stomp. As he looked to see what caused it, he saw it Logan now in the shadow of Dillon's sole. "Logan! Why?!?"
"Don't worry!" he called out holding a paw up in a thumbs up. "I can handle this." Right after, Dillon's foot came down with all the might he could must, smashing the ground around him like a meteor. Zane tumbled on the ground from the shaking along, getting partial buried under all the ground becoming unearthed. When the shaking stopped and Zane got a look Dillon's foot hadn't just smashed into the ground over Logan, but he went into to ground up to his ankle like it was made of sand.
"Logan!" cried Zane running to Dillon's submerged leg. Ignoring the smell he started to dig, desperately trying to rescue Logan. Overhead, Dillon chuckled amused at Zane's attempts at a rescue.
"Truly amusing, but this has gone on long enough," said Dillon. "I need to get back while Snow hasn't eaten all the pizza yet." Bending over, he flicked at Zane with his thumb and index finger, knocking him up in the air. Dillon then caught him in midair and brought him up to his muzzle so close he could seed the saliva dripping off his snaggled teeth. "Of course, a snack now wouldn't hurt my appetite. Any final words? Something cliche like you are going to kick my butt or you will have revenge? Come on, I know you must have something."
"If you are gonna eat me then could you at least pop a mint first," moaned Zane. "Your breath smells like your feet."
Dillon glared at Zane, appearing insulted by that comment. "I'm gonna eat ya!" he shouted tossing Zane into the air and opening his maw beneath him. Mercilessly flipping in midair, Zane watched as his view constantly changed between the sky and Dillon's maw from his pointy teeth to his uvula and beyond that the darkness of his throat leading to his stomach. Slowly, he started to fall, unable to steady himself and unable to escape the jaws below. "Food for my belly! Da'g-huh?" Dillon's eyes averted to his buried leg, watching as it started to unearth itself, though not by his own volition. He could feel a strong force pushing at the bottom of his foot and despite his attempts to push his foot back down it kept rising up finally becoming dislodged. "Logan is that you?"
"I know not who this Logan fellow is," a voice answered in a heroic tone. Dillon then found his entire body lifted off the ground and then tossed up, passing by Zane just narrowly and then falling back down. Seeing the massive armadillo falling back down alarmed Zane, but before he could even yelp, Zane was grabbed and flown out of harm's way. Dillon smashed into the ground causing a short quake.
As Zane was brought to the ground he saw the person who had saved him. It was Logan, but now he was wearing a bright red costume and a red mask over his eyes. His gut stuck out and so did his rear from the outfit, but it was amazingly not torn for his fat frame.
"Logan? What are you wearing?" asked Zane.
"I don't know this Logan you speak of," he answered. "I am the Golden Retriever! I am the champion of justice. Now with super strength and the ability to fly!" Logan then looked around sneakily and slipped off his mask for moment. "Actually it's secretly me, Logan. Fooled you, huh."
"Uh, sure you did," said Zane.
"Who are you?" groaned Dillon as he started getting back up.
"I am the Golden Retriever, super hero and saver of days," Logan announced. "Though I usually am off on weekends."
"A super hero, huh," replied Dillon. "Well Golden Retriever, not even a super hero can stop me so prepare to meet the same fate as the golden retriever dog that I crushed and you were somehow under as well for no explainable reason." Lifting his foot up again, to stomp it down, an all too familiar blast of sound struck Dillon and dropped him on his rear again.
"Not very smart if all you know how to do is smash stuff," commented Vincent as he walked towards Zane and Logan. "Though I have to admit you do have insane strength."
"But I crushed you," complained Dillon. "No fair!"
"Too bad," teased Vincent. "Because the one who is going to be crushed from now on is you."
Killajor's flames scorched at their tails as they hastily tried to fly out of range of the attack. "Now we have to deal with him too," groaned Ivy. "Are you sure you won't reconsider?"
"Yes," answered Kill waving one hand and suddenly causing the gravity around Jokull, Vic, and Ivy to increase and send them plummeting to the ground. Aiming the fingers on his other hand at them sparks surged from his fingertips and zapped them on the ground. Their bodies twitched and spasmed as electricity surged through every nerve in their bodies. He stopped when he was satisfied they were burnt black. "I'm not much of a joiner. Now which of my infinite powers should I use to finish you off?" As he pondered this, he noticed ice quickly accumulating on his feet and climbing up to his knees. "I almost forgot about you, Snow. Giving me cold feet the best you can do?"
"And a hot seat too," joked Snow as he kicked Kill's rump, his whole leg aglow with magical fire. With his legs frozen to the ground, there was nothing Kill could do to avoid it. With all his might he sent Killajor flying over the mouth of the volcano over to the side. "You might have been an unstoppable monster before, but now I am the invincible one. Try defeat me and I'll just be able to recover from the damage and get even stronger."
"Obamon has made you a rather irritating opponent," commented Kill breaking the ice off his legs with his bare claws and standing back up. "I guess I won't be able to half-ass this fight after all."
"Glad to see you recognize my strength, but you better admit I'm just as strong as you if you want to even have a chance," bellowed Snow before he took a massive breath causing his stomach swelled like a balloon filling with air. It spread to his arms and legs and even made his butt cheeks swell out larger. Finally it blimped up his face and shockingly despite his weight he was now floating in the air. Killajor stared at him for a moment then laughed so hard it hurt to breathe.
"You sure that's a good idea?" he laughed. "I could just poke you with one claw and watch you pop like a balloon."
"I am being completely serious," Snow answered, his voice strained as he tried to keep the air in his mouth.
"Serious huh," said Killajor amused. "Well how long can that last with a giant pizza behind you."
"Giant pizza where?" cried Snow with delight, opening his mouth and letting the air start to gush out. When he realized there really wasn't any pizza there he quickly shut his maw and breathed through his nose to replenish his air.
"All that power and evil influence," snickered Killajor. "But you are just the same old Snow you always are."
"Save your opinions until after you've seen my blizzard attack," snapped Snow as he let the air out of his body. It came out like a massive blizzard, covering over the volcano and the ice was spreading outward from wherever it landed.
"Not bad," admitted Kill. "I could be in trouble from that, but I wouldn't be a Koopa if I didn't have fire breath. Taking in a deep breath, he spewed out flames fighting back the ice. Their battle of hot and cold continued with the ice pushing back the fire one moment then the fire flaring up and beginning to overtake the ice before getting pushed back again. Kill and Snow didn't do so much as breathe or blink as they refused to give in, but finally, it was Snow's Snow storm that finally won out, extinguishing the flames and freezing Kill's muzzle. Unable to open his muzzle and the ice spreading uncontrollably on its own as well as Snow continuing his attack until Kill was frozen in a thick layer of ice.
"You're right now bad," taunted Snow. "You don't stand a chance against me so there!" He stuck his tongue out provokingly, confident that Killajor was frozen solid, but to his surprise, the ice started cracking all over and dark flames started flaring out from them.
Roaring wildly, Koopa Kill burst out of the ice, his body flaring with evil flames, his hair standing up and his eyes full of anger. "Now you made me angry. You wanted to fight me and now I'm going to show you my absolute wrath!"
Taking in another deep breath, Kill prepared another fire breath attack. Snow too the chance to refill his own breath and they did another clash of attacks. The only differences this time was Kill's flames were now dark blue instead of reddish orange and Snow didn't even stand a chance. As the flames covered over Snow he flailed about in agony. He dropped to the ground and tried to roll the flames out, but they proved more resilient than they were before. By the time Snow managed to put himself out Kill had already started smashing his foot against Snow's head in a rage to smash his head like a pumpkin. He was relentless, but Snow managed to catch his foot in the middle of another stomp and with all his might push him back. Scrambling to his feet as Kill attempted to balance himself they both managed to recover simultaneously and punch one another in the side of their face, their plump cheeks absorbing more of the damage, but hurt all the same.
Taking a step back they quickly struck back again striking at one another with a random spell augmenting their fists. Ice froze over them one moment and then fire thawed them, filling the air with mist. Thunder clashed with deafening loudness and torrential rain poured down, but neither of them was willing to give up. Locking hands they glared one another down.
"Not bad," groaned Snow.
"Not bad yourself," moaned Killajor. "If I knew you could put up this sort of fight then I'd probably have taken care of you long ago."
"Maybe, but now I'm the one who is going to get rid of you. Then I'll prove that I'm the most powerful now. You are just the last speed bump in my way."
"What about us?" called Jokull.
"You were speed bumps too, but you three were already taken care of," answered Snow pausing for a moment before realizing. "Wait, Kill fried you three to death. How are you still alive?"
"Almost didn't," explained Jokull. "But I managed to find the Healing Circle Spell in my deck of cards. Healed all three of us good as new."
"So what if it did," scoffed Koopa Kill. "You three are just a bunch of pests."
"What did you call us?" snapped Ivy angrily. "Come down here and say that to my face."
"Keep calm," urged Vic. "Let's just do as we planned. Let's show them that we can be just as powerful as them."
"Very well," agreed Ivy as the two Lugia rose up in the air and flapped their wings creating a pair of tornados aimed right at the two giants.
"Is that the best you can do?" laughed Kill. "Such cooling breezes cannot even make us budge."
"That's why I'm going to add to the attacks," added Jokull. In his hand he had a card titled, "Ashes to Ashes; Flames of Incineration." Holding it up he called out the name and an enormous flame burst out. They got drawn into the twin tornados and in turn they became enflamed.
"Stage one done," observed Vic. "Ready for stage two?"
"All set," answered Ivy as they slowly made their tornados collide growing larger and faster as they then set their aim on Snow and Kill. They were still entangled arm in arm. There was nothing they could do as the fiery wind swallowed them up and blew them away. The attack was so massive it blackened the any part of the ground it touched and heated up the air making it feel like a sauna. Snow and Kill had been thrown quite a ways down the mountain, every inch of their bodies blackened like charcoal.
"Still think we're just pests?" shouted Jokull. "We aren't to be trifled with!"
"I forgot how much pests pester me," said Kill as he shoot the soot off his body.
"Still, that did hurt," admitted Snow. "Just a little though." Shaking the soot off his body too his eyes grew sad as he saw his wizarding outfit was nothing more than ashes, though his fur proved more resilient and remained. "No! My fashion sense! Do you know how hard it is to get clothes when you are this big?"
"Well since I'm just as big as you, yes," Kill answered. "Pretty easy with the right spell. But onto more important issues. We won't be able to enjoy our fight until we beat them and make sure they don't come back."
"Good point," agreed Snow. "Would you care to take care of them for good this time?"
"Alright," answered Kill, his dark power flaring up as he stared at them. "I'll go for overkill this time." Waving his hand, he used his gravity magic to once again pin Jokull, Vic, and Ivy to the ground once again and made it so they couldn't budge an inch. Inhaling big he let out a wave of dark fire at them. Unable to do anything but watch their doom unfold, their thoughts turned to their friends fighting against Dillon and then to Obamon likely enjoying their struggles from her cottage abode.
"Is there really nothing we can do to stop Obamon?" asked Jokull as the flames were about to swallow them up. Then the ground in front of them burst open and a huge figure stood in front of them on four legs. The watched in awe as the figure shielded them with his body preventing the flames from getting through him.
"We will stop her," he answered. "We have not even come close to paying her back for all she's done."
"Burnt to a crisp," chuckled Killajor as he finally let up and went to view his work.
"You sure about that?" asked Tagmer stepping forward onto the ground blackened ground that had been burnt over several times already. His armor was scorched black as well and crumbled as he moved until it all fell off. "Seems you ruined my armor, but that's just fine. It served its purpose and I feel pumped to crush some baddies. Since Obamon isn't here I'll start with you two."
"Been awhile since we've seen one another," Kill said with a grin. "I was hoping to find you. You see, you have something that belongs to me."
"You mean that fat Tanuki incarnation of you?" asked Tagmer.
"That's it," he answered.
"Maybe I have it, or maybe I don't," Tag answered smugly grinning. "So much has happened I can't say I recall every single thing."
"Perhaps I can make you remember," offered Kill. "Break a few bones, crush a few organs, and bring you an inch from death and I'm sure that little info will come back to you in no time."
"If you think it will be that simple then show me what the big bad Koopa can do," taunted Tagmer.
"Kill you for starters," stated Killajor.
There once was an old lady who loved to make everyone happy.
Obamon read one page than another with a grin on her face, but as she approached the last few pages with text her smile diminished and her grip tightened, her claws digging into the cover of the book. "Seems I underestimated my enemies and put too much confidence in those two," thought Obamon as she shut the book and held it under her arm. "I'll have to increase my forces right away. I should have three more ready to go soon, but I won't stop there. I will throw some of my special food at them. I'll start with the one I already have on hand. It did well before and I'm sure it's eager to play some more."
Approaching the window of her cottage, Obamon whistled into the distance and waited. Suddenly, the long noodle strands of the flying Spaghetti monster swarmed around her cottage just as endless as they were before. A large clump rose from the ground and a single, large eye started at Obamon.
"There you are my pet," she told it. "I need you to help me out a bit more. I have some guests I need you to destroy. Some of them you know and there are plenty more that you'll just love to meet. Now ever this book and I'll be sending some more of your friends to join in on the fun too." Opening the book again, Obamon watched with a grin as the Flying Spaghetti monster entered into the book with all its endless noodle strands following after it. Obamon had to wait several minutes before it all made it inside and she closed the book and placed it on the dining table for safe keeping.
"Meal time will have to wait, my dearies," thought Obamon. "I have some other mouths to feed first."
Walking into her kitchen she unlocked one of the cabinets. Inside it was dusty and has cobwebs everywhere. The only thing that had been put in there by Obamon was an antique wooden box with a seal on the box's latch. Pulling it out, she wiped away the layer of grime that had covered over the box revealing an engraving on metal plate atop the box. It read, "Food of the Gods." Tearing off the seal, she opened it up and gazed on the numerous cards inside of it.
"It has been so long since I looked in this accursed box," she said to herself. "Just one card cursed me to this very existence. I hardly believe any more could do any greater harm." Using her claws she filed through the cards carefully looking them over. She selected one out and watched as it burst into blue flames, the ashes floated in the air then penetrated her body through her eyes, nose, and mouth. Gagging and collapsing to the ground she clutched her heart as tears streamed down her face. It only lasted a few seconds, but she remained motionless a while longer before getting to her feet again. "Recipe learned." Looking into the box again she resumed searching the recipes and every one she chose acted just like the first, though they each had a more agonizing effect on her.
"That's five," she coughed. "Even with all I have eaten these recipes are still a huge burden on my body. It hurts, but I should be able to obtain one more." Her body trembling, she just grabbed a single card from the box at random. Her vision blurred and she was unable to see what was written on the recipe card. It burst into flames like all the others and as this one entered into her body she blacked out, collapsing on the ground.
"Did you hear that?" asked Rena still drinking her milk with Anikitty and Guilmon on the couch. Since they had started they had fattened up tremendously, each outgrowing their own couch cushion and their fat pressing against one another. Their bellies dropped over the front of the couch and the limbs were droopy with their lard filling.
"Sounds like something fell," Anikitty commented.
Guilmon stopped drinking his milk too and whimpered sadly. "I have a bad feeling about it too," stated Renamon. "Let's go see Obamama."
They had to put a lot of effort into squirming and wiggling to get off their butts and onto the ground. They plopped down and their bodies bounced and jiggled from the mix of thick fat covering every inch of them and all the fattening milk still being processing in their guts.
"I think we got bigger?" commented Anikitty blushing at all the blobbiness.
"Squishy fatty fat," giggled Guilmon poking and prodding at his flabby belly the poking at the fatty sides of his siblings.
"We can play later, Guily," Renamon told him and did her best to remain focused. "We have to walk over and find out where that sound came from." As they tried to walk they found it virtually impossible as they didn't seem to make any progress as they moved their legs.
"Maybe we should try crawling instead," suggested Anikitty, but once again it did nothing to help. They couldn't reach beyond their bellies to grab at the floor.
"Rolly polly," gooed Guilmon, his idea working as they rolled their way forward and into the kitchen. They could barely see clearly as they rolled, but then they collided against something soft and bounced off of it.
"What was that?" asked Anikitty.
"It looks like," gasped Renamon as she saw that they have bumped into Obamon out could on the ground and not moving. "It's Obamama!"
Seeing her like this, Renamon and Anikitty started tearing up while Guilmon quickly began wailing hard. "Obamama!" he cried. "Please wake up!"
She lived in a small, but cozy cottage in a tranquil spot in the woods.
"Stand still!" growled Dillon as he punched and kicked at the ground, but he just couldn't catch any of his targets as they dodge his every attack and countered him every time. "How do you expect me to hit you when you keep moving out of the way?"
"Only a moron would let you attack them," answered Vincent as he rocked out another guitar solo at Dillon knocking him down for the millionth time.
"Even I know better than to do that," woofed Logan as he flew up high and belly flopped onto the dillo with all his might imprinting his body on his ab muscles. "Ow. Though I forgot that muscle is hard and fat is soft. That felt like belly flopping into a pool with no water in it."
"Not quite what I would do with the opening I gave you," commented Vincent to Logan. "But you do make a compelling point. We're not getting anywhere like this. His brute force could crush us if he hit us, but luckily we're able to keep up with ever his most derpish attack. But in comparison we're able to attack him over and over again, but we're barely making a dent. At this rate this fight will go on forever."
"That's why I have to fight," stated Zane who was restrained with some rope that tied him to Vincent's back. He struggled against the rope, but his strength couldn't break his bindings. "So let me go so I can help out."
"If you don't stop with that then I'll tie you to Logan," threatened Vincent. "Just watching him fly around so crazily is making me feel sick."
"Fine," grumbled Zane as he tried chewing against the ropes in quiet defiance.
"Are you two done talking yet?" called Logan licking all over his arm. "It isn't easy keeping Dillon at bay on my own." He then shoved his moist arm into Dillon's ear giving him a wet willie. "Then again this is kind of funny." A shocked and disturbed look appeared on his face as his ear canal was now flowing with dog saliva.
"Now that's rude," groaned Dillon as he lifted his arm between his ear and Logan. Then he swatted at him, but the Golden Retriever was one step ahead and flew out of the way making the dillo smack himself.
"I guess this means that between the two of us I'm the smart one," Logan chuckled.
"Hey Logan," said Dillon. "Have you chased your mailman today?"
Hearing this, Logan gasped in shock. "No. I haven't," he answered. "I completely spaced on it."
"Well I got one right here in the palm of my hand," lied Dillon.
"What's going on?" asked Zane, unable to see what was going on while he was tied to Vincent.
"You don't want to know," sighed Vincent as he watched Logan fly onto the palm of Dillon's hand.
"Where is he?" growled Logan. "Where's that mailman?"
"Right where you're standing," giggled Dillon.
"Oh, yeah," realized Logan. "I'm a mailmutt after all."
"Yes you are," snickered Dillon as he started slapping his hands together over and over again. He stopped only to squeeze the flatted super pooch in his hand and then got into a pitching stance. Completing the windmill, he threw Logan with all his might quickly sending him flying far, far away. Logan yelled the whole time till he disappeared from sight and his voice faded. With a derpish grin on his face he slowly turned around. Logan's yelling started to return and they all watched as he started coming back from the opposite direction he had been thrown. Making a fist, Dillon swung at Logan as he came within reach and punched him into the ground.
"That had to hurt," shuddered Zane unable to see, but could imagine from the sounds.
"There!" stated Dillon. "I used to super around the world punch. That had to defeat you this time."
He listened to the silence and revealed that he had won, but then his arm that was in the ground up to his elbow suddenly got pulled in deeper up to his shoulder. Surprised, he tried to pull it out, but he barely managed to when Logan burst through the ground and grabbed Dillon's free hand. "You almost got me, but not quite." He pulled Dillon's other arm into the ground up to his shoulder, trapping him in the ground. Coming out of the ground again he flew up over the massive dillo and aimed at this head.
"What do you think you are going to accomplish with this?" shouted Dillon.
"I'm going to burst your head open like a watermelon on a piano," derped Logan as he flew down with sound breaking speed. With his arms trapped there was no way Dillon could move out of the way as Logan came straight down with intense power.
"Did he do it?" asked Zane feeling the force from Logan's attack.
"I think he did," answered Vincent. "He defeated Dillon!"
She lived alone, but quickly became delighted whenever she received visitors.
"I still don't understand why Tagmer popped out of the ground," commented Ivy.
"He wasn't the only one," stated Wolfcub emerging from the ground along with Thomas.
"Snow trapped us under there with his evil pizza powers," explained Thomas.
"Makes sense," said Jokull. "He attempted to do the same thing to us as well. It's kind of funny. We came here to save you; not ever realizing you were right under our feet and now it turns out you will probably be the ones saving us."
"Don't sell yourselves short," Wolfcub told them. "We were only able to get out of there because of you. When the pizza entangled us we were helpless. Tagmer has the brute force needed to break it, but he was too tired from earlier. None of us could even use our special powers. Apparently this pizza source prevents us from doing so as well. But then something happened and our strength started to return."
"Makes sense," Vic stated. "We used a Healing Circle Spell. It heals anyone we consider on our side so long as they are in the radius of the circle. Seems that we healed you without even realizing it."
"That might be, but you did come here to save us," Thomas said. "And now we have been able to recover."
"But now that we've saved you, shouldn't we try and get away?" asked Ivy. "We don't have any other reason to stay here besides to fight against them."
"We'll have to fight against them at some point," Thomas admitted. "And Tagmer looks like he's itching for a fight."
"Time is also not on our side," added Jokull. "Obamon has been very aggressive in her actions as of late. She's clearly aiming to get rid of us now. The long we wait the more she'll attack us with. We are better off defeating these guys now before reinforcements come. I doubt Obamon will just watched all this and not attempt to put things back in her favor."
"We'll have to worry about that later," Vic said. "Looks like Tagmer and Kill are about to fight. Do you think Tagmer can fight him alone?"
"If there's one thing I know about Tagmer," answered Thomas. "It's that he has to be plenty strong to survive with such an evil being as Remgat living inside of him."
Tagmer charged at Killajor with the fierce power of a herd stampeding. Not uprooting his feet as Tagmer approached, instead, Kill took a deep breath and spewed a wave for fire at him. In quick response to the attack, Tagmer's hands began to glow bright green just as the fire him. They watched in amazement as Tagmer split himself into two to dodge the attack by forking at the flames and continued his charge at Killajor.
"Not bad," stated Killajor as he stopped breathing fire and held out his claws as they surged with electricity. "But no matter what you do you'll never be able to reach me." With a twitch of a finger, a bolt of lightning crackled out and struck at one of the Tagmers. That Tagmer's arms glowed green and as the lightning struck he split to dodge the attack. Another finger twitched and struck at the other Tagmer, but once again he split to dodge it. "Think that will save you from me? Well let's speed things up a tad and then let's see how long you can divide yourself up."
All his fingers started twitching wildly sending out streams of electricity down on the ground, each one aimed at a Tagmer. Just like before, the dragotaur split up every time and while this tactic proved helpful it did have its drawbacks. Whenever one Tagmer split in two the mass of the original was divided among them evenly. Soon the number of Tagmers reached the fifties and each one was no larger than Tagmer's head normally was.
"We've split up enough," said all the Tagmers at once. "And now that we're in striking range, Kill. Let's see if fifty Tagmer's is fifty times more trouble than one."
Wings opening wide, they all took to the sky at one, swarming at Koopa Kill like a swarm of locusts attacking a crop. Kill attempted to swat them away with his hands, but all the Tags were much too swift at flying and avoided his hands without detouring from their target.
"Have I completely underestimated Tagmer this whole time?" gasped Kill. "Is this the end for me? Pff, no." Quickly, Kill's hands glowed again as he used his gravity magic once more. Each Tagmer suddenly found themselves stuck in midair and unable to even more a muscle. "Control of gravity, is so very useful. Let's see if I can use it to put you all back together."
All the Tagmers were forced together with tremendous force. They were smooshed together and while the fat on their bodies did help cushion them, the gravity was so intense they could feel their bones and organs getting crushed and broken and they shrieked in pain to prove it.
"That's enough!" cried Wolfcub to Kill. "You're killing him!"
"This is a battle," snickered Killajor. "What do you think I'm supposed to be doing? I'll kill him, you, and anybody else I feel like so long as I will be the victor in the end. As long as I have that I don't have to worry about a thing. Now that is enough torture, let's go for the kill." Increasing the gravity, he further smooshed them together and the agony increased even more. The Tagmers kept yelling a while longer then stopped and those that could grinned at Kill who stared back not sure what to make of it. He only grew more confused as the Tagmers started to turn green and converted into some green energy that escaped the gravity and rose up into the air where it was absorbed into another Tagmer, returning this one to full size as he flew down at Kill at full speed. "What? How? Where did you come from?"
"Back at the start," he explained. "When you breathed fire at me I didn't split into two, but three. The first two split up and kept charging while the third stayed hidden behind the flames and teleported away. I let the other Tagmer's distract you till now. Looks like I was the one leading you around after all."
Tagmer took his dual multi weapons and started to assemble them together in midair. When he was finished he was wielding a massive masher. With all his might he used it to strike at Kill on his forehead and dropping him flat. As Kill fell, Tagmer could sense strong ice magic in the works as frost appeared on his scales. Checking behind him, he managed to catch Snow about to complete another of his spells, his target, of course, Tagmer.
The sight of this didn't frighten him, instead he smirked as his claws grew purple and he cut at the air in front of him, tearing a portal in front of him. Passing through, he was back on the ground where Killajor was going to fall to.
"I don't have much time to do this," Tagmer thought as Snow had cast his spell into Tagmer's portal. With Kill falling at him and Snow's magic going through the portal him. Hands still glowing purple, Tagmer flew just over the portal, tearing it larger and large. He could feel frost covering over his tail as the ice magic burst through the portal and started freezing over everything even Kill as he continued to fall. "Almost done!" Tagmer flapped his wings desperate to go faster, if just a smidgen more as he still had to get past Kill's head. He let out a scream and shut his eyes in desperation. He expected to in an instant be crushed and then frozen, but then all of a sudden nothing came and he opened his eyes to see he had succeeded. Looking back he was able to see a half frozen Kill pass through the portal that Tagmer had widened for him. Passing through, he shot out and collided with Snow making them body tumble on the ground.
"Wow, that was awesome!" cheered Vic. "Seemed like a lot of risky work to pull that off but well worth it."
"Still, I doubt that'll be nearly enough to stop either of them," commented Thomas.
"Heheh, so very true," chuckled Kill getting up, the ice and snow falling off his body as he did. He started approaching Tagmer again, though with each step his size diminished until he was just as tall as Tagmer was standing on just his hind legs. "Still, that was quite a theatrical attempted. I'd enjoy continuing our fight one-on-one, though somewhere a bit more private so we don't get bothered any longer."
"You just want to separate us," argued Wolfcub. "None of us would be foolish enough to agree to that."
"I wouldn't want anything less," answered Tagmer agreeing to Kill's challenge.
"Are you sure about this?" asked Ivy. "It took all that effort just to attack him once and he hasn't been trying his hardest I'm sure."
"That is why it is better for me to fight him alone," explained Tagmer. "You all can focus on Snow in the meantime. All together you should be able to defeat him while I fight Kill. He might not be using his real strength right now, but neither have I."
"Can you set us up with a better place to fight?" asked Kill to Snow. "I'll give you a little something that should come in handy too." He whispered a few words into Snow's ear. He didn't bother to wait for an answer to whether or not Snow agreed and slipped something into one of Snow's fat folds.
"With pleasure," he answered as he glanced at Kill and Tagmer. Soon after, the ground rumbled and a pair of mountain started to emerge out from below Kill and Tagmer. It lifted them high into the sky till the blackness of space was all that could see above them. Below them, the only one they could still see was Snow, though he appeared to be a big blob of yellow with a tattoo with the word "Fat" on it.
"Not a bad place to fight," commented Kill. "Still, it is missing a little something." Waving his hands he created a large bridge to connect the mountain peaks together. He walked onto the end that was on his side and Tagmer stood on his end. "You all set?"
"I'd like to take a bit longer to enjoy the view, actually," joked Tagmer. "But I can just do that afterwards. After all, I can take care of a lousy Koopa in no time."
"Then how about I do something to keep things more interesting," he said as he transformed into his skunk form. "Maybe you'd enjoy fighting me like this." He then turned into his Rat form. "Or maybe this form?" He kept swapping his shape until he ended up as Yoshi Kill. "I can become any of these forms. So tell me, which do you wish to be killed by?"
"This reminds me of a little Shakespeare," commented Tagmer. "Now how did it go again? Oh, yeah, a shit in any other form is still a piece of crap."
"Funny," was all Kill answered with as he charged at Tagmer. Quick to react, Tagmer charged at Kill as their epic duel began again.
Taking care of travelers looking for a place to rest always filled her heart with joy, but when they finally had to leave she couldn't help feeling lonely.
"Guess we should get back to our own fighting," said Snow as he lost sight of Tagmer and Kill. As he turned to see Jokull and the others, his pupils shrank and he shivered with fright realizing that he was now fighting against five opponents on his own and all of them were eager to fight.
"Tagmer did have a point," said Jokull. "Now we just have to fight again Snow and now we've got Wolfcub and Thomas to help us out. Think the power Obamon gave you will be enough to stop us now?"
"Uh, anyone else want to fight me one-on-one?" he asked nervously.
"No thanks," Wolfcub answered as they all attacked him at once. Vic and Ivy flew in the fastest, both readying a cyclone attack. Jokull was quickly searching his deck of cards for any weapon that could be used like a pizza cutter. Wolfcub brought up the rear with Thomas brandishing her knives.
In a panic, unsure what to do to defend himself, he shrieked. "Obamama! Please help me!" A monstrous noise answered in response to Snow and dozens of long strands of noodles wrapped around Vic and Icy, entangling them.
"What in the world is that?" cried Wolfcub.
"She sent that thing in here too?" cried Jokull staring up at the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
"You know what that thing is?" asked Thomas. "One of Obamon's strange recipes. Looks like she really did have more in store for us that just Snow and Dillon."
"Thank you Obamama!" Snow shouted into the sky. "I knew you would always be there to protect me. And now I am going to repay you by making sure these guys never do anything to get in your way ever again!"