A Totally Normal Competition

--- An Interruption in the Status Quo ---

In a world that had well and truly dominated by Dr.Bittersweet and Passion Patties, Clover had made a name for herself. The fattened face of the new world order, Clover was the propaganda tool that Bittersweet had used to further ensnare society. A thin, pretty, blonde woman who gave her life unquestionably to Bittersweet had been a perfect selling point to a populace whose belts were constantly tightening. Clover had raked in money and power hand over sausage-fingered fist. The world loved her, showering her with constant praise and adulation. Unopposed in appetite, gluttony, greed, and sloth she had risen like a tidal wave to swamp the world with her belligerent personality and endless folds of fat. None could match her. She was the personification of reality TV and corporate control. Constantly lazing around, doing little more than eating and relishing her body growing. Clover could go hours on end simply sucking from her feeding tube, pumping raw calories and cookie dough into her bottomless stomach, stopping only to bellow about needing more food. It was, for a woman like Clover, perfection. Yet, even utopia has its drawbacks.

“Saaammm. . .Aleeexxx!” Clover cried one afternoon, calling for her friends. “I’m like, totally booorrreed.” She sighed, slumping into the retrofitted swimming pool that she now used as her bed. The world's most premiere cookie glutton could not stop growing. Once upon a time, Clover could be contained within the bed of a pickup truck. However, her lifestyle of increasing gluttony and hedonism had seen her outgrow any and all vehicles that were not industrial in nature. In truth, Clover was in a transitory period. Too big for all of her older beds and living areas, but not quite the right size for her current one. The pool was lovely. It had once been her own spot to soak her fat. Situated in the basement of her mansion, it had been the perfect hideaway for secret gluttony. Yet now it was starting to serve as her permanent resting place. At 10x20 feet and featuring a 12 foot deep end, it seemed like the perfect place for a woman who knew no bounds. Contractors and interior decorators had poured over the pool, making it as perfect as possible for Clover. While she was not able to cover more than a fourth of the pool (at best) with her fat at the moment, she had goals of further expansion. Unfortunately, those goals had fallen by the wayside as a sense of boredom had taken root.

“Like, there is nothing. . .” Clover shifted as she spoke, putting a sausage fingered hand on her chest and tapping her frustrations out. Her bingo-wings, sacks of fat like hundred pound rice bags, slapped and drug over her breasts. She paused her tapping for a moment, pressing her hand into her chest dramatically. “. . .BLLLUUURRRRAAAAPPPPP! To do.” She belched and then frowned, not even the earthshaking belch pleasing her. She sunk back into her folds. The blonde grumbled to herself, waiting for her friends to show up and take care of things for her. Help was slow to come. Clover felt a tantrum coming on. She hated not being stimulated. For her, she should always be entertained. Food to stoke her appetite or some hot bodied person to stoke her lust. She needed constant entertainment. Yet, the pampered swine of Beverly Hills had found her usual sources of entertainment giving her less and less satisfaction. Lately, it had been a miserable, boring time where the only thing she could do was belch, suck on her feeding tube, and bully her friends into trying to cure her melancholy.

“Uuugggh. . .again, Clover?” Alex stomped her way into the room. The tanned woman was the model of what a “fit” woman looked like under the current world paradigm. Alex’s drug of choice was the Bulky Bar and Passion Patty crossover series. Clover was a raw gainer, interested only in how much fat she could pack onto her body. Alex, on the other hand, wanted as much fat and muscle. She could best be described as a walking tank, a mobile weapon of mass destruction and demolition. Improperly sized doorways were left smashed and mangled by her titanic form. Often, she had to lean down and twist her bulk through doorways. Thankfully, the passageways in Clover’s mansion had been built with the idea of constant growth in mind. Alex simply had to duck a little as she came under the doorway. Her face was smeared with the most recent batch of cookie bars that she had devoured. “We seriously just fed you!” Alex growled. The bars were great for bulking, but bad for personal relationships. Every batch seemed to further hype Alex’s aggression while lowering her impulse control, which was already quite low. Waddling over to the lip of the pool, she jumped in.

Alex landed with a thud that cracked the concrete and shook the house. Clover’s fat moved with oceanic tides and waves. Alex continued forward, taking thumping steps. Her body had been packing on more fat than muscle lately. For all the miracles of Bittersweet’s science, there was a point where the human body could simply no longer build muscle. Luckily, there seemed to be no limit to how much fat could be packed on. Alex had not been sure what to think about that. She was always slightly annoyed, a symptom of the bars, but she was also excited by the prospect. Despite the diminishing returns on muscle, her body would continue to change, and grow. She would plow through box after box, upping the experimental levels of chemicals. Recently, she had trashed a lab in order to make the point that she needed higher dosages in her bars. Yet little good had been done when she had gotten the chemical dosage she wanted. It had been frustrating to realize that the problem was with her body, rather than the fattening and bulk chemicals she gorged upon in cookie form.

Now, with her bratty friend badering her, Alex found an outlet for her frustrations. “Gggggrrrr. . . .We. Just. Fed. You!” Alex spoke through clenched teeth. She came onwards, her body rippling with both muscle and fat. She was as naked as Clover was. Her breasts, larger than most women’s bodies, rested on her surging gut. Thanks to her thick piles of muscle, Alex’s body was surprisingly perky. Her breasts were round orbs, tankers of fat and milk. Meanwhile, her stomach was still a perfectly round boulder. Her asscheeks bulged out behind her, as naked as they were huge. Alex stomped forward, seeming to grow as her frustration mounted.

“Uh, cool it on the roid rage, bitch!” Clover said, undaunted by her titanic friend. Despite the fact that Alex could rip through military vehicles with her bare hands, Clover stood her ground. She was the alpha female. The fattest, greediest woman the world over. Nothing could shake her or stop her from getting what she wanted. “Firstly, I’m BORED and not HUNGRY.” Clover’s chins slapped as she spoke to Alex. “But you feed me about as well as you entertain me, so I’ll be hungry again soon anyway.” She sniffed, turning up her nose with the insult. Usually, those sorts of barbs got Alex to back down, but today she wasn’t having it. Clover soon found her fat being forced back by the oncoming tanned-tank. Fat collided with fat, the pool foundations groaning underneath. Clover was bigger than Alex at least twice over. Her gaining had outpaced Alex’s strength. The smaller woman could do little besides mount the immobile woman, sliding her way up her bulk. Snorting like a bull, Alex forced her naked body onto Clovers.

“Say that again!” Alex was beet red from anger. Her heart pounded. She had to grab the walls of the pool and pull herself along Clover’s immensity. The blonde only took up a small portion of the pool, but it was more than enough to make progress difficult. As she worked her way up, Alex felt a curious change in her emotions. Alex was emotionally tumultuous at the best of times. Bulky Bars and Passion Patties had made her erratic and unpredictable. One mood swing quickly led into the other. Now, as she rolled on top of Clover’s waterbed body she couldn’t help but think differently. “God, you’re so fat.” Alex moaned, the thought escaping from her lips after a snort. The thought seemed to surprise both women, Alex stopping momentarily. She shook herself, pushing herself between Clover’s breasts. The massive mammaries were the size of Alex’s stomach, bigger than two or even three people standing side by side. Clover moaned as Alex pushed her large form between them.  “Ssssooo. . .fat. . .” Were Alex’s words as she reached Clover’s face. She had meant to yell and carry on, but that had long gone by the wayside. She was even forgetting why she had been angry in the first place. All she knew was that Clover was immensely soft and that she was sinking ever further into her fat. The two women gyrated back and forth, carried solely by their jiggles.

“Well, what are you gonna do?” Clover’s words were both an invitation and a challenge. Her face was a series of puffy circles, half inflated water balloons. She had always been an attractive woman, but there was something about the thousands of pounds thrown onto her body that made her even more ravishing. While her fat face made her seem more stern and mature, especially given her greedy nature, it also made her more sexy.

“As if you don’t know. . .” Alex said, her voice something between a hum and a snarl.  She launched forward, taking Clover by the lips. Sounds of delightful sucking and kissing came from the massive women. It was anyone’s guess on who was the most forceful. Alex, being the only one still able to fully move, gyrated on Clover’s belly plateau. Aggression turned to lust and seemed to blow out of every pore like steam. She could almost feel the tension in her muscles leaking out, flowing into Clover. Clover, in response, was ready to gobble up every bit of physical attention that Alex could muster. They separated only to pant and moan. Alex caressed a beach float sized and inner tube shaped neck fold on Clover. Meanwhile, Clover tried desperately to throw her useless arms on top of Alex, wanting to cover her with her sheets of arm fat. For a while, thoughts of everything melted away. Clover’s boredom, Alex’s anger, and both of their thoughts of eating more cookies. The two planetoid sized women were able to fixate on each other, for however short of a time.

“Jeeze, could you two keep it in your pants for at least a day?” Sam interrupted the pair, just as Alex was lowering herself further down Clover's body, intent on getting under Clover’s lowest belly fold. “As if it's not bad enough I have to hear you eating at all hours of the day.” Sam cocked a pudgy hip, an equally fat elbow resting on it. Sam in addition to her weight, her hair had also grown. She left it free to stream down her back. Her red, wavy locks curled around her ample form. True to form, Sam had fattened the least of the trio, her weight just cresting above 500 pounds. While fat, she was hardly bigger than most women. Sure, her belly rolled out over her pristine white short-shorts and her breasts overfilled her green tube top to the point of almost revealing her nipples, but that was hardly different from the average young woman these days. Sam blended into the sea of gluttony, rather than dominating it like Alex or Clover. Much to the annoyance of the other two, Sam continued to be the voice of reason despite living in a world dominated by gluttonous chaos. “Pack it in for a little bit, girls. This one is important.” Sam gingerly waddled over to one of the ladders that lay down to Clover’s resting place. She had to work her fat hips through the railings on the ladder, struggling to push her soft buns through the metal poles.

Whilst giving herself the wedgie of a lifetime, Sam was eventually able to squash her enormous ass through. She climbed down slowly, her gut catching on every step of the ladder. It would eventually slide off, thudding against the next lowest step until she was finally at the bottom proper. Casting her long hair over one shoulder, she confidently made her way to her behemoth friends. Alex towered over Sam by several feet and outweighed her by many, many pounds. Yet, even with her muscle mass and ever so slight emotional instability, Alex did not frighten Sam at all. Clover was a slightly different story. She was simply too huge to be believed. It was hard to imagine a living creature that wasn’t ocean bound reaching the size that the blonde had. Sam stood before Clover’s distended gut. It slid downwards like a glacier, a running trail of pale fat that begged to be climbed. Sam couldn’t help nudging Clover’s wall of belly fat with a sandaled foot, needing to see what millions of dollars of Bittersweet formula and tech felt like. It was incredibly soft.

“Ugh, it is SO like you to interrupt a good time, Sammy.” Clover rolled her eyes, cheeks squashing into her multiplicity of neck rolls. “Like, this had better be good!” She hoped that Alex was still going to be in the mood for fun after whatever Sam said, Clover’s engine was running in a way that it hadn’t in a long time. Shame to waste such strong feelings of lust.

“Oh hush, Blobzilla. You should pay the most attention anyway.” Sam typed on her phone, connecting to the smart house system that she had installed for Clover. TV screens lowered, dropping from the roof to rest in front of the three girls. Each screen reflected one of the girls. Sam and her, for this timeline anyway, petite body. Alex’s hulked out, animalistic fat and demeanor. Clover’s utter size and needless corpulence. Each girl was represented by a television, until they all turned on and showed someone else. One by one, the ghostly reflections of the trio of spies were replaced with a single woman.

“Mandy! Pffft. . .who cares about that tiny hasbeen?” Clover snorted, remembering her rival for the first time in months. Mandy was one of the few victims of the current era. A genetic abnormality had rendered her immune to most of the effects of Bittersweet’s formula. While she could gain weight, it had to be done normally and at the usual rate. While the world fattened up quickly, Mandy stayed slim and trim. However, Bittersweet’s world quickly proved it had little use for a scrawny and undersized woman. Ignored, forgotten, and even teased for her smaller size, Mandy was rendered an outcast while her greatest rivals became goddesses. She had tried to fatten up as best she could, only reaching a painfully small 350 pounds. The screens showed a Mandy who could, under very liberal classification, be considered merely plump. “My left buttcheek weighs more than that shrimp! Like, 5 times more!” Clover laughed, enjoying her victory so much that she tried to kick her legs and throw her arms. Her blobby appendages moved little, only so much so that they could cause renewed ripples to spread through Clover’s body.

“I figured you’d say that. Well, this is Mandy now.” Sam swiped on her phone and Clover’s jaw dropped. A video was playing on the screen. The video showed the back of a blobbish woman, utterly naked and obviously in the middle of a monumental binge. At first, it could have been believed to be old footage of Clover. The woman was massive, easily filling the surface area of a pickup truck bed. Her meaty, almost vestigial arms were hovering in the air, meaty paws clamped onto a thick feeding hose. Her bingo-wing biceps were nearly the size of a small table, jiggling and swinging in the open air. Her rolls were thick enough to be used as blankets, warmth radiating from them visibly. Her ass was entirely on display, buttcheeks slapping into each other like ocean buoys. Really, the biggest difference between the woman in the video and Clover was the streaming black hair. Mandy had been growing. “This was taken about a week and a half ago.” Sam said, frowning at the sight and the fact that she had more video to show. “This was shot a couple hours ago.” She swiped on her phone, bringing up another video.

“Tell that. . .BBBBLLURRRAAAAPPP. . .tiny bittcchHUUUURRRRPPP. . .Clover to stop hiding!” Mandy said as a camera was pointed into her face. Her face, almost entirely obscured by cookie residue and chocolate smears, was a heavy looking series of rolls and folds. Her face was scrunched by just how fat and round her cheeks were. Mandy looked pleased with herself as she let out another belch that shook her flabby folds. The camera pulled back just far enough to show where her breasts started to slope off her stomach, easily implying they were big enough to reach her lower stomach or even thighs. “Eating. . .BBBLLURRRRAAAPP. . .contest time. . .piggy!” Mandy said before the camera cut out.

“That’s. . .uh. . .all we know right now.” Sam stared at the darkened screen, unsure exactly what Clover would think or say. She did not have long to wonder.

“Call her up. It’s time to put Skinny in her place. Like, I’m the number one eater around!” Clover said, pudgy fists clenching to the extent that they were able. “And get me food!”

--- Competition ---

Clover quickly put out her own response video and let the internet do what it did best. Rumors, vlogs, responses, retweets, and all manner of other dopamine spiking digital interactions came flooding back. However, there was only one that Clover was interested in. Mandy did not disappoint. Filmed at a beach, she made her retort. Mandy was sunning her bulk, allowing her immense ass to act as a wave breaker. Salty spray broke over her body, the force of the waves making her jiggle constantly. She was massive, even bigger than the last time that the girls had seen her. It was as if her body wasn’t subject to the law of diminishing returns, like she was gaining even faster than she initially had. While before she had been large, but a size far below Clover’s own. Now she was rivaling the blonde whale. Taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of salt water running through her folds and draining out between her massive asscheeks, Mandy giggled. Then she got serious. “I’ve heard that a certain fatass wants to try her luck against my unstoppable tummy.” Mandy threw her head back into her neck rolls and laughed. Her hands were stuck below her breasts, soft boulders held back by parasail sized bikini cups, so her friends Caitlin and Dominique had to help slap her belly for emphasis. Slowly, Mandy got herself back around. “Let’s do it then, small fry. I’ll send you the details.” Very soon after the video's release, Clover had gotten a letter in the mail engraved with a golden M.

Half a week after the letter’s arrival, Sam was waddling next to Clover as the pair made their way towards the stadium where the eating contest was to be held. “I don’t know about this, Clover.” Sam said as she waddled along. “Something seems fishy about this whole setup.” She looked up towards her mountainous friend who was carted along with a rolling platform. Similar to the technology that was used to carry space shuttles, Clover’s platform was one of the few things that could hold her weight. In truth, Clover and her rival might have been the only people in the world to attain a size that made them necessary. Clover intended to prove that she deserved that accolade today. The pile of rolls and blubber snorted, the simple movement causing distinct patterns of movement within her flab that fought with the other ripples.

“This will be easy. Like, Mandy’s a bum. She might be big, but she hasn’t earned it. She doesn’t know what it’s like to be huge all the time.” Clover leaned back and let a massive belch fly forth, its reverberations echoing down the concrete hallway. “I’ve been fat for years. I know how to eat.” Sam said little, simply putting a hand to her friend’s flabby side. She hoped Clover was right. While she wasn’t exactly excited for the idea that the blonde’s ego could grow bigger than it already was, she would prefer that over Mandy’s victory. The entrance to the eating stage drew closer, cheers from people invited in becoming noticeable. The two ladies felt the cheers, music, and other noises pound through their ample fat. Sam slowed, falling behind Clover and her mechanized mobility platform. She had the world’s greatest view of Clover’s ass and back. Over a ton of blubber slapped and shifted upon itself. Her ass was well shaped, still perfectly round despite the hoard of back rolls that rested upon it. Were anyone in the world still slim and healthy enough to mountain climb they could have easily used Clover and her rolls for practice. Sam tried to comfort herself with the thought of those rolls, thinking of the voracious appetite that had created them. The two ladies made their way through the opening to where the eating competition to end all eating competitions would take place.

“Oooooh! Look who. . .BBBLLUUURRRRPPP. . .finally showed up!” Mandy’s voice cut above the crowds of people cheering. She was seated in a custom ring, her face already covered with the smears of cookies and other food. “Hope you. . .UUURRRPP. . .don’t mind I had a bit of a snack. Light warm up.” A roar went up from the section of fans that supported Mandy. “Well, get her mic'd up and ready!” Mandy commanded. A couple of stagehands, both young women around 400 pounds, clambered up Clover’s rolls so that they could secure a headset mic to her fat face. The crowd was not only going to see the two women go to town on food, they were going to hear in clearest detail. Clover couldn’t help but moan as the large women climbed up and over her fat. She felt them press into her, their own weight carrying them downwards in her mass. To be a fatty whom other fatties had to climb over and around was a pinnacle of pleasure that clover never would have believed she could attain. She wished she could indulge in the pleasure longer, but there were more important matters to attend to. With the winnings from this competition, she could easily pay for a slew of women to play with her fat for hours.

“Like, you ready to go?” Clover asked the question as she rolled onto the stage opposite Mandy. She lurched to a halt. Her piggish eyes glared at Mandy. Just like when they were both skinny, the two were peas in a pod. Naked behemoths, their bodies bared for the world to see, the two were almost equal in size. Clover still held a narrow advantage in size, but it was negligible. Mandy’s long, black hair rolled over a shoulder and trailed between her breasts. Clover would never have admitted it, but Mandy’s breasts might have been proportionally bigger than her own. The milk tankers were bigger than most people, even considering that most people were between 300 - 400 pounds. But Clover was not without her own assets. Her ass could flatten a truck and half, despite being pillowy soft. Yet, their various attributes and body shapes mattered little to the girls. All they cared about was eating, their stomachs roaring in hunger. Between the girls was a conveyor belt which was to bring all manner of food. Runners, the skinniest women Mandy could find, would climb up and give the food to the girls. The rules were simple: eat until someone quit or passed out. “I’m gonna eat you back into the hole you crawled out of.” Clover growled, ready to prove herself.

“Like, good luck with that, Blob-o!” Mandy laughed and signaled for the competition to begin.

A countdown started, the conveyor belts started chugging along. Food flowed from the hidden away kitchens. As a special treat to the audience of fat people, the smells of the kitchen were blown out through large exhaust fans. The stadium was quickly filled with all manner of delicious odors. This would be an evening unparalleled by any other for its gluttony and wish fulfillment. It was unlikely that anyone in the audience could ever be as massive as the two women competing, but they certainly could pretend as they watched, heard, and smelled what was going on. Food runners lined up along the conveyor belt, ready to snatch food when it came to them and haul it back up to their chosen woman. The countdown was nearing its end. Clover and Mandy both tensed as much as their almost gelatinous bodies would allow. Finally,  a horn sounded and the competition began.

With surprising speed, the runners brought the food up to Clover’s mouth. Plates of all sizes were offered to her. She sucked and slurped at bowls of soup and stew, munched through crabakes, and devoured entire cowherds’ worth of burgers. She was soon smeared in the food, her face a tapestry of different colors. Through it all she ate, too engrossed in what she was doing to even look up. She hardly could distinguish from the different plates offered to her. It was all tasty, it was all filling, and it was all fattening. She almost forgot about the contest, eating purely for the gluttonous enjoyment of it. However, a belch from Mandy drew her back. She turned to one of the runners and barked an order. “Uuhhh. . .slow poke much? Get moving and go fast!” Her flabby cheeks bounced, smacking a bowl of soup out of another woman’s hands. Thick, creamy sauce ran down Clover’s chins. However, she didn’t mind. It had been a long time since she had been allowed to be this messy. Emboldened by the freedom, she renewed her attack on the food surrounding her. There was no way she would lose.

--- An hour In ---

From the sidelines Sam watched the match. She fought to ignore the rumbling in her own stomach. Even she, who had thus far rejected the abject gluttony that society promised, was not above temptation. A plump hand stroked her exposed gut. A part of her longed to indulge. However, she had more important things to accomplish. She could reward herself for a job well done once this was all over. For the time being, she had to focus on the match in front of her. The two women were still going at it hammer and tongs. Yet, Sam’s sense of worry was deepening. For as much food as Clover was ingesting and scarfing down, Mandy was easily matching her. Clover ate like a wild animal, perhaps starting to feel the strain on her body. Mandy, meanwhile, comfortably ate what was brought to her. The black haired woman packed away whatever was put in front of her without any trouble. It was like she had an infinite stomach capacity. Clover, who time and time again had proven to be unmatched in raw gluttony, had to at least take a precious second to belch or let food settle. Mandy could simply power through. It was suspicious. However, Sam had been prepared for foul play.

“Alex, hey, you there?” Sam asked, opening her communicator. The screen was soon filled with the tan woman’s dominating bulk. Sam rolled her eyes as the communicator showed first Alex’s robust stomach and then her boulder-breasts. Clearly she had been trying to use it as a mirror to admire herself. “Hey, Muscle-head, are you there?” Sam asked again. Snapping back to reality, Alex grumbled and brought the communicator up to her face. The screen was filled with pouty lips, chipmunk cheeks, and Alex’s deep brown eyes.

“Uhh. . .yeah! What?” Alex asked as if she was not on a covert mission. Sam shook her head, not for the first time wondering what had become of the world.

“Things aren’t going well here. Mandy is definitely cheating though.” Sam whispered into the communicator, turning away from the competition. A chant was going up for Mandy, who had just bit into a stack of 5 pizzas stacked on top of each other. Sauce and thick strings of cheese oozed out from her mouth and on to her chins. She slurped the strings of cheese back in, ready for her next bite. “Like, this is just too weird. We’re going to need you to investigate.”

“Gotcha! I’ve been. . .mmpgh. . .looking forward to thisch!” Alex smashed a handful of Bulky Bars into her mouth. She stared across the road at Mandy’s mansion. She could feel the bars churning through her system, stoking her up and getting her pumped. It was time to see what Mandy was up to. Alex was so excited that she didn’t even hear Sam’s warning to go in quietly.

---  Investigation ---

“Gosh. . .uuuggghh. . .like. . .when did doorways. . . grrr. . .get so small!” Alex said as she forced her entry into the lower portion of Mandy’s family mansion. The pristine white house sat alone on a hill, away from the main road. There had been a gate but a meeting with Alex’s rampaging bulk had ensured that only a mangled pile of iron was left behind. The excessively round woman had continued stomping up the driveway, her footprints leaving cracks where her chubby feet landed. While Mandy did have a small force of guards, Alex made quick work of them. She had made a mental note to mention the guards to Sam, wondering why a private residence would have any amount of paramilitary equipment and trained combatants. Mandy clearly had something to hide and it was Alex’s job to turn things over until she found it. Her first major task, however, was simply getting through the aforementioned door. The size of the door spoke to just how small Mandy had been prior to her weighty revolution. Even a normally sized person in this world would have trouble. For the behemoth sized Alex, force was necessary for entry. She was able to fit half of her torso though, meaty arms pressing against the walls to either side. She strained, forcing her way through.

“Big gal. . .uuugggh. . .coming through!” Alex bellowed as she flexed the steel muscle buried under her wealth of fat. Every bit of her power and weight went into pushing herself forward, door or wall foundations be damned. Cracks in the plaster and drywall quickly became gulfs and valleys as Alex applied her physical will to the door. She flexed fully, pulling every muscle fiber to attention. Her arms bulged, forming once again into tight, iron anchors of destruction. Her fat bounced madly as she turned and twisted through the collapsing door frame. Nearly 7 feet and 800 pounds of muscle forced its way through the forming breach. The house sifted as the fat woman passed through, everyone in the house alerted to the presence of Alex. Finally, the tank-like blob was through the door. She stood panting and huffing in the remnants of the frame. She wasn’t sure where to go, but figured she would find something. Taking steps forward, she turned her fat face back and forth. “Hmmm, how many evil lairs have just been in the lowest level of a house?” Alex questioned herself, relying on years of spy experience. For all the inventiveness of their enemies, they were rarely clever about where things were hidden. She trotted forward, searching for the basement.

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“This is becoming a problem.” Sam said back at the eating competition. She punched a hand deep into a box of passion patties, not caring what they would do to her figure. She needed relief and she needed it quickly. The competition was starting to really turn towards Mandy’s favor. Sam had watched as Mandy started to pull away in the competition. She would slow down for a bit, but then go into a feeding frenzy where food literally could not come out fast enough for her needs. Her pace would change but never so much that she lost the lead. With predatory intelligence, Mandy ensured she was always just ahead of her opponent. With sickening dread, Sam realized that the massive woman was simply toying with Clover. Sam ate a fist full of cookies, not even registering their growth upon her body. Her pants split down the back, exposing her large asscheeks and pink panties. Yet, her attention was drawn to the two gorging blobs. Clover was doing her best and had only slowed down fractionally. However, it was obvious that her tank was starting to fill up. Yet, it had so far been an exciting match for the crowd. Their gluttonous desires had been well fed so far.

Both women were covered in food. Slathered from their faces down to the lowest rolls of their gigantic stomachs. They had been eating for hours at this point. The women bringing food platters up to them had to wear cloves and special foot coverings for traction. Trying to scale the sweaty, slippery rolls was quickly becoming impossible. Under her covering of food, Clover’s face was starting to turn red from the exertion she was putting her face muscles under. While they were the most developed portion of her anatomy, even they had their limits. She had done a week’s worth of eating in the hours of the competition and would likely eat several months worth by the time she was totally done. She felt the small women clambering up her body, like ants on the way to bring sustenance to their queen. A large swiss roll was shoved into her mouth, her plump lips latching onto the soft and moist breading. She could hear Mandy slurping something down, taking moments to complain about how spicy the dish was. More women piled onto Clover in order to bring food. The movement of the ladies shook one of her breasts off of her stomach. The vast tit slid, dragging a trail of grease and food with it. “Scchomebody. . .UUUULLLPPP. . .had better. . .mmmgp. . .get that!” She ordered, moreso interested in feeling her helpers grasp her tender breast than she was looking presentable. The blobbish woman continued to eat, ignorant of her rival's growing lead.

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“Hey! Hey! You can’t just burst in here.”

“Listen, Blob-o, my dad owns the police force! He will absolutely bury you!”

Caitlin and Dominique, Mandy’s best friends and henchwomen, put up a valiant but futile defense against Alex’s incursion into the basement. The two were small and not just in comparison to Alex’s titanic form. For the time and place they lived in, the two dark haired women were absolutely emaciated. Caitlin was the bigger of the two, reaching something around 250 pounds. Dominique, always having been of slighter frame, was hardly over 200. They were little more than blades of grass for Alex to brush aside. She lumbered forward, arms outstretched. The two girls held their ground for a moment, but it was far too late. Catching one girl under each arm, Alex continued on her way down the hallway. She laughed to herself, enjoying the feeling of the two kicking and struggling under her meaty arm bulk. Both women were squished into her large breasts, their mouths filled with soft boob fat whenever they tried to cry out for help or back up. Alex blushed, enjoying both how powerful she was and the feeling of movement against her sensitive breasts.

“So. . .uuhh. . .what’s Mandy’s secret?” Alex asked, the thought of doing actual spy and detective work breaking through the Bulky Bar induced mental fog. “How did string bean get so huge?” She asked, tilting Caitlin upwards. Cailtin’s wavy hair was spread over Alex’s quaking breasts when she finally came face to face with the immense woman. Despite carrying two women of about 250 lbs, Alex’s waddling stride did not slow in the least. The large woman charged forward, using her large stomach as a battering ram to force doorways down in front of her. Each one she made a little more violent, trying to force the words out of Caitlin. She wanted to show the smaller woman what she was capable of. What her strength could really do when it was unleashed. By the third ruined door, Cailitn was in a more talkative mood.

“Like! Ok, roid-rage. GAWD! Nothing is worth this treatment.” Caitlin said, shaking her head. Whatever fear she had of betraying her immense employer evaporated under threat from the living tank that currently held her. “Take a right at the next hallway.” Alex did as she was told. A pillar-like leg kicked in a surprisingly durable door. While seemingly wood, it echoed and warped like metal. Alex kicked a couple more times, further warping the door. It became more and more obvious that she was indeed battering down a metal, sliding door that had been disguised as simple wood. Even with its metallic design and reinforced nature, it still fell to Alex’s onslaught. Each kick set a deep thrumm through the metal, with an equal set of reverberations through the tan woman’s fat. Caitlin and Dominique had to struggle and work their bodies to avoid being buried by the fat and muscle that surrounded them. Buffeted and smacked by breast and belly bulk, Caitlin struggled to speak to Alex. “Like, there was a code for that! Meathead!”

“No time. . .and I’d watch the insults if I were you, Paper Weight.” Alex grumbled, stepping into the lab. There was a large series of tubes, burners, vats, and other industrial chemistry equipment in the center. Stacked along either far wall were futuristic looking barrels, one side held empty barrels and the other, presumably, were filled and bottled. The room was doused in a strange, intoxicating smell. It was like being around baking Passion Patties, the very air charged with gluttony and the desire to gorge. Alex felt her mouth begin to water. Her grip loosened on Cailtin and Dominique, but still too tight for the girls to escape. They kicked their chubby legs against Alex, setting off jiggles that spread throughout all three of them. “What is all this?” Alex asked, her voice tinged with hungry wonder.

“Duh, Mandy’s super ingredient!” Caitlin said, continuing to spill the beans. “It mimics Passion Patties, but it gets around her genetic deficiencies. Stuff is like. . .super strong. Not that we ever got a chance to try it.” Cailitn grumbled, realizing how raw the deal she had gotten was. “She took it and bloated up while we got skinnier, always having to give her our food.” Caitlin pouted.

“Caitlin!” Dominique interjected, trying to maintain loyalty to their friend and commander.

“No, I’m done! Mandy robbed us of being big for a plan that’s falling apart. Like, I’m out!” Caitlin crossed her arms, still hoisted several feet above the floor.

“Well. . .” Alex said, sniffing. It was hard to turn away from the intoxicating aroma of the room. She was staring at tankers full of fattening serum and the machines to synthesize more. It was like resting on a hoard of gold. . .or Passion Patty formula. “. . .maybe it’s time we took a taste.” Alex leaned over and winked at both girls. She set them down and waddled over to one of the barrels. With a fat yet strong hand she ripped the top off, throwing it aside. Without waiting, she lifted the tanker to her mouth and began to drink excitedly. More and more formula spilled into her mouth. Her stomach pooled forward, becoming a tanned water balloon. She dropped the empty tanker, feeling the effects beginning to manifest. Her stomach shrank in real time, her body processing the liquid quickly. “Oh. . .wow!” Alex said, feeling like she was on the best drug trip of her life. “That’s. . .BBWWOORRRUUUPP. . .great stuff!” She picked up another, half filled barrel. “You girls gotta try this!” With terrific strength, Alex sloshed the water out of the barrel and onto Caitlin and Dominique. In moments all three women were ripping their way into separate barrels in an attempt to satiate their hunger. Alex slowed only to try and fish her communicator out and call Sam.

--- A Change in Fortune ---

Sam stood behind Mandy, almost too afraid to look at the match. It was easier, somehow, to stand behind her enemy than it was too look at the match head on. All she could see was Mandy’s immense bulk. Pile upon pile of sweaty rolls and jiggling blubber. Mandy had asscheeks that could crush a semi trailer. They bounced and clapped off of one another, dancing in rhythm to their master’s eating frenzy. The match was entering its final stages, Sam didn’t need to see to confirm that. Mandy had only picked up her pace. Rather than toy with Clover, Mandy was moving in for the kill. Food came to her quicker than ever, with more staff having to join her side in order to feed her. Still others were trying to swab her fat down, working to clean the sweat and sloppy leavings. For as much as they cleaned, Mandy’s furious eating only pumped more food and slop onto her. Sam cringed, knowing the other side of the competition did not look any better.

Clover was struggling. The immobile woman gasped between bites, doing anything she could to keep packing food into her body. Her useless fingers and toes wiggled in frustration, absolutely unable to aid her in any way. She could still eat, but it was obvious even to her that she was getting close to having to throw in the towel. She leaned forward, her double-truck sized body slowly obeying, and belched. “BBBBLLLUUUURRRRRPPPP. . .she forced the gas out, trying to open more room in her stomach. From across the ring, she heard Mandy laugh. Clover gritted her teeth, unwilling to quit yet. All this Sam tried to ignore. She could not watch her friend’s valiant but futile effort any longer. She couldn’t stare at Mandy’s goddess like bulk either. It was all too painful. She waddled away from the match. Yet, as she waddled she heard her name.

“Sam. . .SAM!” The voice came from her communicator. She opened it, finding Alex’s large face filling the screen. She was doused in some sort of lavender colored liquid. She was wild eyed but clearly happy. “I. . .UUURRRRPPP. . .figured it out! Mandy has a. . .BBWOORRRUPP. . .secret ingredient in her meals!” Alex turned the camera on her communicator to show a vat full of thick, syrupy liquid. “She’s dosing herself constantly with the stuff.” Alex said before lifting a hand out of the vat and drinking the liquid. Alex shuddered, fat spreading visibly across her face. A new chin made itself known and Alex’s cheeks sagged lower as they puffed outwards. Sam could tell from the belches and growth spurts that Alex would soon be dosing herself regularly with the chemical, but that was a problem for another time. “You gotta. . .” Alex was cut off as the red head closed the communicator and ran for the back rooms where the food was being prepared.

When she arrived she found exactly what she imagined. The chefs on Mandy’s side of the room would quietly douse the food with the secret formula, providing constant eating capacity to the blimpy, black haired bimbo. Meanwhile, Clover’s food was prepared straight with no additives. Taking charge, Sam waddled into the room. “Seems a bit unfair, doesn’t it?” She asked the chefs, camera out to record what was going on. Knowing the jig was up, the chefs slowly raised their hands. They were willing to surrender and Sam almost let them. However, a better plan came into her head. “How about we even the score up a bit?” She kicked the remaining tank of serum, indicating that it should be added to Clover’s food. The chefs slowly, dejectedly drug the tanker over to Clover’s food pile and began to season her food. For the first time since this entire saga began, Sam’s heart lifted.

Clover was close to giving up when the first hit of the serum came to her tongue. Her vision was blurring and her jaw was slackening. She was hiccuping and belching constantly, simply unable to take in any more food. Yet, she still accepted the cookies that were offered to her. In her delirium they almost seemed to be colored purple. She swallowed them down, finding it ironic that her last meal in the competition was going to be a cookie. Yet, her mind started to come alive when the taste hit her and the cookie landed in her stomach. It was invigorating. Instantly, the massive woman began to process the food in her stomach. Her bulk started to flow outward by centimeters and inches. Since she was already so fat, the serum’s effect was dulled. But, most importantly, it allowed her to eat again. Strength flooded into her with every bite. “Ooohh mmyyy ggggaawwd!” She cried, renewed and refreshed. “Like. . .BBBLUUURRRUUPPP. . .HURRY IT UP!” She bellowed, excitedly licking her chops. The blond blob was back in business.

Meanwhile, across the ring, Mandy had noticed that her food was no longer tasting as it should have. Her heart sank, knowing that something had happened to her trump card serum. With mounting fear, she kept eating. She knew what would happen. Her stomach would constrict and shrink. She’d be forced, in very rapid time, to retire from the competition. Tears flooded the bratty woman’s face as she felt the competition begin to slip from her greasy sausage fingers. There would be no upset, no glory, no revenge for her. Clover, the bitch, would again reign as the supreme glutton. What made everything worse was knowing that Clover now possessed her serum, her path to ascension. The sad blob ate on, slowly feeling herself growing full. The sun was setting on her empire.

--- Epilogue ---

“Hey. . .UUUURRRPP. . .tiny!” Caitlin called, months later. “We’re starving!” She threw back her head, belched, and laughed. Next to her, Dominique gave a hearty chuckle. The two girls had sucked down as much serum tainted food as they possibly could, growing fat and proud within a matter of days. Having been denied growth for so long, their bodies took to fattening rapidly. Already they were close to 800 pounds each. It was unfortunate that Alex, Sam, and Clover had left them with so little formula but they had their own ways of making fun. “Maaannnddddyy, we need. . .BBBLLUUURRRUUUPP. . .you!” Caitlin bellowed, slapping a greasy hand onto her gut. The slap sent jiggles through her massive, double rolled gut and set of triple chins. No part of her was spared from the gift of growth. She leaned back on her sofa, feeling the legs start to give out. There was a sense of indolence and grandeur spreading through her with each bite of food she took or poundage that she gained. She felt like Cleopatra calling for a lazy servant.

“Ugh. . .I’m coming, you cow!” Mandy called as she worked to lug in a trolley of food for her former friends. Without her miracle drug, Mandy had shrunken just as quickly as Caitlin and Dominique had grown. It had been a dismal day when she realized that her friends were now fatter than she was. Her lumpy ass rumbled back and forth as she waddled behind the tray. 600 pounds and falling. It was miserable to see her fame, attention, and body shrivel up. Especially considering that she was now being bullied into taking care of her former friends. Yet, there was something that prevented her from leaving outright. Some small glimmer of conscience still lingered. She was unable to apologize, her pride wouldn’t allow it. Instead she would be the maid to her obese friends until they forgave her.