Patreon Prompt 193

Prompt: Slobna and Slobvaka’s latest dastardly plan involves a jar of their own farts labeled as an exotic perfume. Their scheme eventually ensnares a high profile super hero to add to their legion of slobby, obese servants.

   Fabulass’s days off were typically spent browsing fashion blogs and stocking up on beauty products. When not busy defeating her foes with showers of glitters and kicks of her high heeled shoes, she was more than happy to attend special events to try out new and upcoming perfumes and makeup. Gathering in a warehouse with a number of other women, she was more than a little wary when there wasn’t a single employee in sight.

   The lack of anyone working the show didn’t seem to phase most of the audience. They were more than content to help themselves to the pink bottles laid out on a table that claimed to hold the scent of the future. Not one to let a free gift go to waste, Fabulass picked up her own bottle and spritzed it on her neck. The smell was pungent, almost akin to dunking her head into a septic tank. As she pondered how this was considered desirable, she found it hard to breath as her neck thickened up with fat.

   Swiveling around her new chins, she watched as the other women began to fatten up around her. Any hopes of using her powers to help the victims were dashed as Fabulass’s own body became covered in thick layers of doughy fat. Ripping through her clothes in a matter of seconds, it was only once a fart was forced out of her pudgy rear did she realize the true danger of the situation.

   A belch releasing from her plump lips left Fabulass wobbling back and forth in an attempt to keep her balance. Plopping down on her rear, she looked away from her engorging bosom to watch a pair of obese women clad in leather shuffled towards her. She instinctively recognized the duo as the villainess Slobvaka and Slobna, women obsessed with turning the world into a population of hedonistic slobs. However, any malice Fabulass could muster was quickly overcome by her own degrading mind as she got a mouthful of Slobna’s flatulence.

   Reduced to a drooling idiot by the effects of the villainess’s fumes, Fabulass obediently heaved herself up. Standing in a group with the other victims, she obediently allowed her body to be poked and prodded by her new masters. After releasing a satisfactory number of burps and farts, she was then instructed to lead the group towards a large truck at the back door for a ride to the villainess’s lair to be properly initiated into their slobby horde.