Fatropolis!: 10--The End of Fatropolis

    Somewhere around a city, near a beach, two women of walked with a stride of purpose. They were Charma: a mildly overweight magician, and Yvonne: a woman with breasts rivaling soccer balls. The two of them were determined ti put an end to the mass weight gain hysteria. Of course, arriving to a safe place was not easy, with all the other fat demons lurking about. Some possessed people, who only matched a glacier's pace, did their best to attack, but Yvonne and Charm merely walked past them. 

    "Wow...the fat demons have really taken over this place." The magician said.

    "You bet they did. But we won't hear the end of it unless we get rid of them. We need to head down to their surface."

    Charma examined Yvonne. Despite having gear to protect her, even Yvonne packed on a bit of weight, from breathing in the strange aura. It had gotten too strong for science and high technology to combat. Charma, on the other hand only gained 1% of really high weight gains. Yvonne was aware of this as she gripped her slight love handles. Yvonne was still able to run with some weight on her, but Charma offered to drag her around with a magic chain to speed things along.


    Once they found an ideal spot, Charma drew forth a beam of light, forcing a portal open, leading the two to a land of burning stoves and sickeningly sweet desserts and meats. Yvonne couldn't help licking her lips. Quickly thinking, she put on a tight mask, hoping to focus on the actual mission, rather than the directive.
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    The gluttonous realm below housed only enormous beings. There was almost no room for anyone less than about 20 tons in weight. Vivian and a number of her fat demons could not move. Yet, they held so much influence on the surface of the world. Charma was surprised at how tall some of them appeared to be. As she was standing right near an impossibly huge belly, she only saw a massive mountain of crimson flesh.

    "Wow...normally, I'm all for encouraging the overweight and their endeavors...but, these are demons corrupting innocents above. How are they feeding themselves?"

    Yvonne looked up and saw glowing orbs descending from the ceiling. These were absorbed into Vivian and the others, as they used magic to feed themselves. It made no sense: people above were eating to no end, and their captors were feeding off of this. Logically, the former should be losing weight. However, Charm would not allow that question to continue any longer.

    "This is truly incredible." Yvonne said, readying her gun.

    Suddenly, a fit, winged monster knocked Charma off her feet. Yvonne jerked her pistol to the enemy. But, as if she slowed time down, the winged monster shot a golden pulse at her. It simply washed over the well-endowed woman like water, then vanished. Yvoone shot anyway, and nailed the fiend in one blow. However, she felt her legs spread apart a little. Unnaturally, her mildly thick torso began to approach the "fat" range. She also noticed that her mouth was full for some reason. She hadn't eaten anything, so she opted to open her mouth and blow the wind out.

    Except it was actually cake-like material she found in her mouth. Worse off, her mask was still on. She resigned herself to chewing and swallowing the material. Charma recovered, and did her best to user Yvonne to safety. Unfortunately, whatever Yvonne was seemingly eating was not going down anytime soon. 

    Charma had no way to undo this, or even think about it. It was an affliction she had yet to come across.

    
    To add yet another surprise, Vivian managed to appear before them.

    "Wow...two guests and not one of you bothered to introduce yourselves. How rude." Her overly-fleshed face was tiny, as the rest of her body made itself known. It was a mountain the two women were tasked with defeating.

    "I suspect...it's you who is manipulating the energies of this world." The mage said.

    "Well, I think your human lapdog is proof enough. What say you?"

    Both glanced at Yvoone, who was now a shadow of her former self. In addition to her immense bust weighing her down, her much softer, more globular belly was on the verge of reaching the ground. As for how this sudden weight gain affected her more, her arms were forced wide apart, making it beyond tedious to aim. Yvonne also found herself moving at half her speed as well. Charma snarled in response, and then retaliated with a shower of thunder.

    The enormous demon took a string blow, and actually yelped. She retaliated with a mere fattening curse. Charma only suffered a minor effect, but this wandered onto Yvonne as well, effectively doubling her gain. Her weight gain was starting to get out of hand, and soon, she was going to be glued to the ground. As best as she could, she managed to force a shot off, and she got a lucky shot at Vivian's head. The monstrous life form was left staggering, and barely recovered.

    "I don't know what't to fear about you fat demons anyway. We fight you, but you do nothing to physically harm us. All you do is just fatten others, and corrupt their minds." Charma looked back at Yvonne who was barely able to move.

    The fat demon's eyes glowed and fired a huge ray of light. Charma moved away, but Yvonne was hit. The former didn't get burned or shocked. All she did was get fatter than usual. But this badly hampered her abilities.

    Charma still grinned. 

    "You see," her hands were now glowing, "You seem to have mixed objectives. Part of you wants to conquer the world, and part of you wants to make everyone fatter. But since you can't alter me, your plans have foiled."

    Vivian tried again, but Charma took minimal effect. Charma fired the a golden beam off, and vanquished the atrocity before them. Yvonne closed her eyes and saw nothing else.
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    "Wake up." A stern voice said.

    Yvonne found herself in a rather calm area. It looked a lot like a tropical island, but with an army of men ready to serve her. Among them were lancers, shamans, and clerics. Their chief, a notably handsome figure approached her, and kissed her belly. 

    Yvonne looked down, and forgot that she was still under the effects to her latest battle against Vivian. The fat demons were gone, but the lasting impact they left behind lingered on. However, with the way the men behaved, they acted as if they were her servants, destined to cater to her every whim.

    "I appreciate the offer, but--"

    She was cut off when the leader spoke up. "We have long been searching for you. We are the remnants of your lost civilization, Glutona."

    "Wait...my name is Yvonne. I just woke up here. I also done't believe I'm some kind of goddess or anything. Sepaking of which...where did Charma go, anyway?"

    "Oh, her. She informed us about your form, and we came to realize that you had come back to lead us! Your strict practice of eating most of our food and serving you kept us fit, and invincible. Our ancestors ruled the world at one point, we seek whatever you seek. Be it war or peace."

    "Well...I guess as long as you're here." She looked down at the rest of herself--a heaping mountain of a woman who weighed almost 2 tons. "I know that I'm not going anywhere yet...so...I guess that'd be okay? Maybe we can start with a feast? I think your kind does that."

    "We do. We usually hold feasts in your honor! Let us commence!"

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    From deep within the confines of a magical tower, Charma rested her chubby arms on a book, and gazed into an all-seeing orb. "I suppose that's that." 

    Before she had a chance to rest, something resembling a meteor flew down hard, and it seemed to be heading straight for a distant island. Charma then saw the burning object in the magic orb. She perked up quickly and prepared to teleport. However, another person arrived. Clad in a purple suit that fought to stay on her widened body, she extended a furred glove to her.

    "Hey, sister. I kinda need your help again."

    "Big Cat? What ever is the problem?"

    "Let's just say that the well-being of our world depends on us."

    Charma glared intently. Leaving the island to fend for itself would not be easy, but at the same time, a dangerous element on a global level could potentially be more disastrous. Even more, it was her closest friend and ally, and same woman who helped found the Super-Fats who was asking for her help.

    "Tell me where we're going. I'll teleport us there."