A Thick Trap

    A large number of pink and blue flags hung down from a grand castle. It was situated in a mountainside, with obscenely large machines that poked in and out of the mountain. In the area, legions of heavily armed knights patrolled the streets, effectively keeping the locals safe. Meanwhile, countless giant steel crates were carted to another section in the castle. Each crate had smaller boxes--each which were treated like valuable gems in a safe.

    Inside said castle was a large woman, who occupied enough space to fit four people on a bench--side by side. She was eating a hearty lunch with a large number of noblewomen, who had all but eaten more than their share. But, it was the queen who dwarfed them, as her size would have broken lesser seating. Two sturdy automatons were kept nearby, to provide any security and assistance, while the women had been filling up on a table smothered with all manner of food. 

    Easily enough, the very sight would have horrified a common person. Yet, this was how the queen of Doughbury wanted it. After all, none of her citizens were in any danger of war or famine. They just always had a massive surplus of food that was clearly unnatural. As the queen took a break from the whole chicken she was about to finish, she found her way to a large goblet, and then forced it up. Immediately, the other women turned their attention to the queen.

    "As I had been talking to you about, since last week, we have a fresh face with us." She looked over to a fit-looking woman sitting between two large-bellied noblewomen who were busy chewing meat. They immediately warmly welcomed her, and the others did the same. "Her name is Gladys, everyone. We'll make sure that she's well-acquainted with life in Doughbury. For now, let's finish up." 

    Gladys, having eaten with the others, was only filled and didn't raise a finger to scoop up another helping, like the others, who were well past full. A small hint of offense came from the queen's near-disgusted eye, in spite of an otherwise friendly face. Gladys only seemed to be smiling and striking up a quiet conversation with the ones beside her.
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    When everyone had left from the table. Only a few servants were left to clean up the aftermath. However, Gladys decided to help some of them. Unbeknownst to her, the Queen of Doughbury was right there, still in her seat. Her face was that of disapproval. A good amount of food was left at an area where Gladys sat, and it was quite plentiful. 

    Even if Gladys had a rounded belly as seen from the small mound in her dress, the Queen would not have it. However, she had no reason to be so cold to her newest noble.

    "Come hither, Gladys," she said, carrying her voice with regal grace.

    The young noblewoman was all too happy to oblige. As soon as she was close by, the Queen smirked at first. But then, her face reverted to a calm and aloof stare.

    "You know, I'm sure you learned this in some fancy school, but it's not very becoming of a noblewoman to waste so much food." 

    "Yes, I know." Gladys responded. "It's just, it was too big for me to eat all by myself."

    "A reasonable claim," the Queen asserted. "I will have some servants help you take leftovers to your quarters, but in the future, remember that you are not a commoner in Doughbury. Wasting food here is an offense."

    Gladys nodded affirmatively, understanding that fact. "Yes, Milady."

    "Excellent. You can go on to your quarters." 

    Once Gladys was out of her sight, the Queen gestured for a servant to fill a goblet with something to drink. 
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    Much later in the wee hours of the night, Gladys had eaten a number of the leftovers, but just as she was setting herself down to relax, a servant walked in with a goblet. He swiftly explained that the Queen wanted her to have a drink of Doughbury's Clear Wine. 

    Odd as it seemed, it was a great gesture from someone important. Her mind, fixated on impressing the Queen dashed the goblet's contents, and then returned the emptied drink container to him. The servant then left as Gladys quickly stifled a belch. Once she was alone again in her room, she found only one more dish with untouched meat and sauce on it. 

    In truth, not one more bite could be eaten. But, her she heard her stomach gurgling, contents in it convulsing a bit. Whatever was happening in there, she felt it being much emptier than she remembered. Regardless, the Queen seemed to frown on leftovers, and this dish had to be eaten.

    Once she was done with it, she placed her hands on her hips, though her knuckles seemed to be touching something round and fleshy. She then headed to her bed and closed off the lights. 
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    The next day greeted the Queen and her army of heavy-set noblewomen around her table. As before, the table was drenched with a near uncountable amount of food, and it was quite noisy as forks hitting plates, food being crunched, and large gulps from large goblets were all that were heard. Gladys, sitting between the same two women from before, was actively engaged in her meal. Though, there were some visible changes on her.

    For one, her belly started to stand out a bit more, appearing to double over, as her dress showed. Though, it was not very wide yet. Meanwhile, her breasts grew a size or two, starting to develop an enrapturing form to themselves. While they weren't seen yet, one could already infer that her legs had gotten a bit soft as well. But, of course, one change that was more noteworthy was the fact that her body was growing at a snail's crawl--just as she was eating.

    From a fair distance at the table, the Queen smirked and nodded approvingly. A servant arrived at Gladys's side to empty a fresh batch of pancakes onto her emptied plate. After giving the other women refills, he headed back to the Queen, and whispered something near inaudible. 

    A small chuckle came from the obscenely enormous Queen, but not one of the noblewomen paid much attention to it.
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    After the breakfast feast was done, the noblewomen were dismissed for a short while, before they had to reconvene with the Queen at the dining area. Gladys left with one other noblewoman who slowly lumbered to a wide stone bench. Gladys's eyes didn't leave the woman at all. She looked like a walking orb--stubby feet, billowing fat on her already bovine form, and a thick amount of neck fat, which already left Gladys with a clue of how large that woman was. 

    Once she sat down, she exhaled in relief. Gladys casually walked over and sat next to her. In comparison to that woman, Gladys was slim enough to be considered a plumply-fair maiden. However, thanks to that meal, Gladys found herself with jar-like belly, which was strangely becoming empty somehow quickly. Said belly was under her sizable bust, while also over her thickened thighs. Her long dress still covered for her at this stage, but it was starting to look like a something big was going on.

    "Hey...you," the massively round noblewoman said to Gladys, "I saw when you first came here. You got real fat, real quick."

    "What? How? I'd have to eat enough for many people to do that. Besides--"

    The woman interrupted her, and shook her head. "No. I mean, you really got fat. Doesn't something seem off? A girl like you shouldn't be getting that fat already. I'll bet you had that wine..."

    Wine--the very mention of it--rang in Gladys's mind. She recalled accepting wine from someone in the castle. However, even before she even put clues together, a loud, but curt gasp came from Gladys's lips. The hugely round one nodded.

    "So I'm not dreaming. Milady's doing it again."

    "Doing what 'again?'"

    "Would you believe that I came to Doughbury as a representative from Drakemouth? I was fit enough to throw men over my head."

    Gladys glanced up and down the large woman as she wrapped her hands under her huge belly fold.

    "That's right. Well, one day, I got something from the King saying that Doughbury wanted to improve relations, so I was sent here, while someone else went to Drakemouth. Now, I don't know what's to become of them, but I know this. I was allowed to eat my first dinner with the Queen, and since I couldn't eat it all, I was allowed to take leftovers to my room. Then, the Queen's servant gives me some wine--clear like water, but tasteless. Before I knew it, I was eating like a monster, and getting hungrier when I got full."

    "What?! That sounds a lot like what happened to me!" Gladys stood up very quickly.

    "Even worse? Doesn't matter if you glut all day or not. You still gain weight. I was close to exposing the Queen, but I was given a large serving of that wine, and...well...here I am."

    "Well, we have to find a way to stop this madness!"

    "All I can say is good luck. Just don't take too long."

    Gladys nodded, as if accepting her mission.
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    After the next feast-like meal, Gladys looked a lot like she had been enlarged again, but this time, it was much more noticed. As she left the hall, Gladys walked as quickly as she could, but she felt something metallic. Yet, she also heard the sound of someone holding their breath. As she turned to them, she saw a person desperately holding onto a protected cake in a container due to fall.

    The enraged servant howled, "Your dang butt nearly tipped this over!"

    Gladys continued her walk, but it was a slower walk since the breakfast. She headed to her room, but patiently waited for a team of servants to bring the immense Queen out of her dining room. Gladys quickly followed, walking as briskly as she could under her newly added poundage. She had to slow down at times, so as to remain ginger, despite her size.

    After a few paces in another hallway, she heard loud mechanical noises from her right, and then saw the Queen and her servants head into a giant room, as two huge doors were sliding apart. Gladys moved in quickly, forcing herself to compete against her hungry and ballooning body for the greater good.

    Once inside, she found the servants maintaining machines that produed the clear wine. Another tube was attached to it, and it was attached to a large glass container packed with lard, butter, and a few hints of grape. That tube went to a machine and what came out was clear liquid. Gladys started to understand one piece of the puzzle: the wine was actually some odd concoction that caused automatic weight gain. Its original contents were used for something else though, and that almost didn't fully explain the wine, but all she did know was that the mix had something to do with it.

    The Queen brought a huge, weighty arm right up and pushed a small button.

    A number of nations were being shown with citizens taking in shipments of Doughbury's winery and food. Then, the people who ate it ballooned to large weights. In fact, some had begun breaking chairs and benches, while others lost mobility due to the sudden fat they were gaining quickly.

    "All in the course of a few days," the Queen's voice rang out. "Those foolish people aren't getting their noble ladies back, and no one's coming to get them! Just as planned."

    "Milady!" One servant said, pushing a button, showcasing a number of well-forged, and readily equipped mechanical soldiers, "We can launch them when ready! No one else can fight you now!"

    Considering the number of noblewomen who were several grades larger than even an obese Gladys, their own lands were about to experience an overly prepared enemy. One servant, with the Queen's permission, launched several of them into action, and they immediately took off.

    The diabolical group celebrated, but something interrupted their celebration.

    A loud, plentiful tearing of clothing was heard from a few sections back in the room. However, the Queen already knew who it was.

    "Come on out, Gladys. You've got nothing to hide from me." The voice on the Queen sounded like a mix of evil and confidence. Nonetheless, Gladys shuffled out. All that waiting forced her to grow a bit more. Now, too wide for most doors, Gladys was a plentifully bovine woman who clearly struggled even making easy movements. Her grand chest, which not only forced her top to allow some cleavage but also weigh her down a bit, rested atop her huge torso, which had become a long, but thickly fat abdomen. Her belly was laid out in a few sections, and it still hung halfway over her thighs. Each of her hips, forming a fat posterior with a bit of a shelf on top, were profound and riddled with cellulite. Her dress, being both the cause of her new troubles, and a victim to her huge body, had a visible tear on the sides, and in her front. This was just standard noblewoman wear, but here, it was er undoing.

    "There isn't much you can do at all. You're just going to continue growing and growing until you become like me."

    "But, you can't! You're supposed to--"

    "What? Return the people to their homes? Forget it! By the time its over, I'll have claimed new land, all without a fight. You can't harm me; they can't harm me...That sounds a lot like a checkmate to me."

    Gladys slowly felt her weight working against her even more, and couldn't waste much more time. She waddled to the Queen as fast as she could, but the servants stopped Gladys in her tracks and effectively kept her at arm-length from the Queen.

    "There's nothing personal about this. It's just that I'm trying take over the world here! I had to test my own Clear Wine to an extent, and I made sure it worked for this. Now, it's my best weapon in creating countries that are simply helpless to my forces. There's just no way any one could resist me at all. Now, watch as a new--"

    Despite having her weight accumulate steadily, even now, Gladys forced herself past the servants, who were helpless against her monstrous form. She almost lost her step, but began to lumber over to a control panel. Her every step was slowing down to a crawl as her belly, breasts, and butt worked against her. Despite not eating, and practically starving while she was at it, Gladys still suffered from the Clear Wine's effects and continued to gain weight over time.

    After a four-minute walk, she didn't wast time in searching for a button to stop the already dispatched forces. However, she couldn't find it. The Queen's laughter was heard, mocking her last-minute heroics. But, Gladys closed her eyes, and began pushing every other button within her reach.

    Even after the servants recovered, it was almost a guarantee that they couldn't pry her off. By the time lights went out, Gladys looked upward at the giant monitors, and caught a brief image: the image of a destroyed invader. She was lucky that they could be taken down from a central command center.

    "No! You ruined everything!" The Queen bellowed. Anything else coming from her mouth sounded no different from a cliched villain whose plot was defeated.
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    A swift response within the next few days came in the form of other un-involved nations who offered to help those affected by the Queen's plot. At the same time, she was immediately arrested, as well as servants. The masses of massive noblewomen were being tended to by medical experts who were working on countering the odd Clear Wine.

    Meanwhile, the rest of Doughbury was seized. The huge villain screeched like a hostile animal as she was brought into a truck, care of a sturdy mechanism. The the other servants were taken to armored vehicles and shipped away, with the Queen not too far off. Not many would have expected a plot like hers: to use an odd concoction to fatten up a nation's representatives, while doing the same to their homelands. Nonetheless, it was a villainous scheme that already gave the plotter quite a weighty punishment. As for Gladys, she was already undergoing treatment, but her gradual gain left her remarkably large enough to match the heaviest of the afflicted noblewomen.