Traveling for treats.
Consuming the treats.
Gorging on what was leftover.
Across the various realties that made up the multiverse, one of the very few things shared were these aspects. The infinite repetition of these aspects gave rise to the pulse currently expanding through the multiverse. If one were to zoom in on one particular universe, there would still be a common thread as the pulse was inundating that singular part of existence with the combined gluttony and sloth of the multiverse. There was an outlier, a being that noticed the changes while all around the culmination of the shared aspects rewrote the previous reality. Of course, the changes still occurred to these special cases, but there was always a period of resetting, like a computer rebooting itself.
These are the tales of those periods of time experienced by an individual and the futility, as Cassandra of old, to be believed as the aspects ripple forever outward.
1st Aspect: Costumes
Outlier: Asami Sato
“What about this one?” Asami stepped out as she asked this, showing off the overalls and suspenders of one of her many assembly line employees at Sato Industries. Her girlfriend, Korra, wiggled her hand back and forth.
“While I appreciate you in suspenders, lets try something more creative.”
“Says the woman going as her polar bear dog.” Korra pouted playfully then, putting her fuzzy gloved hands on her costume-clad hips.
“I’m adorable and you know you loved the sight of Naga wearing my Avatar shirt!”
“She’s wearing several of your shirts, Korra.”
“I can always get another shirt. But Naga can’t always dress up as me.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll go see what else we picked out.” Asami reentered the dressing room then and grinned at the pile of costumes. Shopping with Korra for their fourth official Halloween as a couple had been fun, as always. Picking up the first costume on top of the pile, she shook her head as she realized what it was. No way was she going as a previous Avatar. Not only because she knew it would make Korra uncomfortable, but she also wasn’t too keen on the idea of basically going as her girlfriend for Halloween. Sure Korra was her own person but the fact remained that she had been them at one point in her existence. Moving on, she got through six more costumes before finally finding the perfect one.
If Korra was going to be a dog, she might as well be a cat. The black cat costume was full body, much like Korra’s own, with a zipper, hoodie complete with cat ears and two paw-esque gloves. Putting it on, Asami struck a pose in the mirror before drawing back the curtain and looking out at her girlfriend.
Said girlfriend was now massive obese, a size Asami had never even thought attainable by a human. The sheer enormity of Korra was the first thing she was aware of. The second was the stench. Sharp, virulent, and foul, the smell brought to mind trash rotting under a hot sun with a pile of pig dung dumped on top of it. She brought her hand up to pinch her nose when she realized two other things.
First was that the stench was her own body odor and in the act of moving her arm up she was just subjecting herself to more of her own disgusting BO. Second was her arm was fat. Spirits, she realized, her whole body was huge!
“Korra…why are we so fat?!”
Korra looked confused, Asami noticing a few boogers stuck in the second chin below her girlfriend’s third one, before getting to her feet, her dog costume covered in food stains and sweat as she moved closer. “Asami, what are you talking about? We’re the same size we’ve always been. Well, you’re bigger than me, but you know I don’t like the fact that you’re both taller and wider than I am. I mean I’m the Avatar for crying out loud, I should be the biggest!”
“Korra, listen to me, this isn’t natural. Our…oh Spirits…URRRRAPP…ogh…bodies aren’t meant to be-“ Asami stopped trying to explain as she noticed one final thing about her current condition: her huge body was stuck in the booth, wedged by her massive hips! “Korra, get me out of here, I’m stuck!”
“Asami, deep breaths, calm down, I’ll get you out in a moment.” Asami nodded, her breaths sounding more and more like wheezes with each one she took, her own odor causing more than a few coughs to join in with the oxygen she was taking in. Korra’s brown figure was soon quite close, her eyes closed as she went through a familiar series of movements. But Asami was confused. That looked like an airbending when Korra’s better option would be earthbending the ground to widen the dressing room entranceway.
Why was she-
Asami’s thoughts were cut off as she felt her stomach gurgling. More and more of her odor filled her nostrils and mouth, her Naga-sized gut roiling and churning as it expanded with air. The businesswoman could still taste the last burp she had accidentally vented on her tastebuds but soon enough the roiling shifted lower and Asami cried out as her butt trumpeted and her whole body flew outwards. The dressing room was now destroyed and when her faculties were fully restored Asami realized she was on her stomach, Korra’s blubbery body beneath her.
“There we go, safe and sound,” Korra cooed, eyes lighting up as she realized just what costume Asami had chosen. “A black cat?! Aww, that’s so cute! We’ll be the hottest couple trick or treating tonight!”
“Why can’t you see how wrong this all is?” Asami murmured, more than a few farts bubbling out from her butt as she panted and wheezed, trying her best to get to her feet. “We’re not blobs, we’re in shape…huf…and…hgnh….orph…is…is that an air bison burger?”
“Sure is,” Korra replied, a few wiggles of her XXL sausage-sized fingers bringing a massive bag of said burgers towards her. Taking a few out in both hands, she unwrapped one and held it towards Asami. “All that excitement’s got to have made you hungry, right?”
Asami didn’t even nod, drool trickling down her may chins as she bit into the offered deep fried meat. Inhaling the food like her own odors, Asami grunted and snorted as she devoured the burger, messily licking along Korra’s mustard and ketchup stained fingers. “More…give me more!”
By the time the entire bag was empty and thirty plus burgers were on their way through her digestive system, Asami blinked for a bit. “We’re only walking half a block right?”
“Of course. Though explain to me why we’re going that far?”
“I know it’s a huge workout, but I saw the neighbors bringing in huge bags of candy a few days ago. It’ll be worth the effort.”
Why had she worried about their sizes again? Korra was still her big, beautiful Avatar. She was still the fattest business owner in all of Republic City, and farted better than Lin even after the police chief’s infamous chili lunches let themselves be heard in her office. Cuddling deeper into Korra’s arms, and taking giant lungfuls of prime Avatar BO, Asami gave a hum of contentment as she drifted off into a peaceful nap.
The ripple kept on traveling.
2nd Aspect: Giving Treats
Outlier: Yennefer of Vengerberg
Yennefer never believed she could be this happy. A happiness that was only ever experienced in fleeting dreams, where her back was normal and not disfigured with the hunch that made her the laughingstock of her siblings, the target of her father’s abuse and her mother’s disdain. But now she had a family. Geralt, the love of her life and Ciri, the daughter she never expected to have in her life. They weren’t a normal family but they were hers and that was worth more than any power, any sacrifice that the world offered or demanded.
Currently, she was relaxing with Ciri, celebrating the Samhain traditions. Geralt was out in the village providing safe frights to the little ones and doubling as protection in case any monsters appeared. Between the two was a large wooden bowl filled with various treats for any children or visitors that knocked on the door of the tiny cottage.
Yennefer smiled as she recalled the last intrepid child that had knocked. A wisp of a girl, with freckles and dark hair. Her body was trembling as she opened the door, but her gaze was firm as she held out her hands.
“Trick or treat!”
“What’s got you grinning like that?” Ciri’s voice cut off her reverie and drew her back to the moment.
“Just thinking about the last child we gave treats to. She reminded me a little of you when you were that age.”
“I did not tremble when I met you.”
“No, but you were just as cute,” Yennefer replied, smirking at the embarrassed blush on her face.
“I’m a bit too old to be teasing, mum.”
“You’re my daughter, you’ll never be too old for that.”
“I’m just glad you didn’t try and talk me out of becoming a witcher.”
“I know it’s what you’ve wanted for a long time. As Geralt pointed out when you were talking to the Lodge, you have to let your children make their own choices in life.”
“Didn’t stop you from listening in on the conversation, did it?” Yennefer shook her head at that and hugged Ciri close, sending the bowl of treats hovering into the air with a deft wave of her fingers.
“Of course not but I know you will be a great a witcher as Geralt, perhaps greater.” Ciri returned the hug, eyes a bit watery as she replied.
“Only because of your teachings.” A sudden knock came at the door then, Ciri standing up. “I’ll get it.” Yennefer nodded and watched as Ciri handed out candy to a family with three children all dressed in fantastical costumes.
Ciri was waving goodbye to the latest visitors, shutting the door when Yennefer looked away towards the stashes of candy still remaining. As she looked back towards her daughter, the sorceresses’s eyes widened.
Her child had gotten grossly obese. Fat face rapidly turning a ruddy red, labored pants and wheezes escaping tubby lips, a waddling thump of a step followed by another, thighs shoved against each other tighter than sardines, a massive gut that was hanging just past her knees, and from what Yennefer could see, a rear that would easily destroy the settle they were sitting on. Ciri broke wind casually, not apologizing, in fact inhaling her own stench and when she raised an arm to scratch uselessly at an itch on her neck, Yennefer was treated to an equally foul waft of body odor. The sight had Yennefer’s mind whirling, raising a hand to cast any magic that might help uncover the reason behind this sudden transformation, when the sorceress noticed her own hand.
Swaddled in fat everywhere she could see along the limb, Yennefer tentatively moved her fingers, watching the adipose-coated digits move with little of her old dexterity. Still, she could feel her magic and cast a spell, gasping a bit when she realized this was not the result of any art she knew of. In fact, her magic told her nothing was wrong, when her senses were all united in showing that clearly wasn’t the case.
“Something wrong mum? Need me to get you more treats?”
Yennefer’s stomach gurgled with hunger, the mage hunching over a bit at the sensation of it. “N-Yes, Ciri, if you wouldn’t mind. Have you noticed anything unusual lately darling?” She wasn’t going to let this sudden change ruin her wits. She just had to approach things slowly.
“Now that you mention it, yes. You normally just use your magic to get you your food, but I understand why. I know my time on the Path limits our time as a family. I’m still your tubby one, mum, don’t worry.”
Yennefer watched as Ciri waddled towards the stash of treats, the number and variety now taking up far more room in the cabin she called home these days. In fact, Yennefer realized, all of the environment was now suited to much larger bodies. As her daughter slowly filled up another massive bowl of candy, Yennefer took stock of her own body.
Her usual lilac and gooseberries were present, but far diluted in the face of her own body’s horrific stench. The sheer intensity of her own stink caused her eyes to water, Yennefer fighting back tears as she looked down at her stomach. Multiple rolls, each one larger than the last, the final one a massive apron of pale flesh. Her breasts obscured much of her vision regarding her stomach’s titanic size, but what she could see caused a shiver to work up her spine. She felt around her face with her fingers, digits sinking all the way up to the knuckle as she prodded anywhere on her face.
Another gurgle from her stomach and a huge gush of heated flatulence bellowed from her arse. “I am sorry for that Ciri, my stomach-“
“Don’t apologize, that was great! Better than me for sure but I’ll beat you one day, don’t worry!”
Yennefer wriggled a bit on the settle, feeling sweet start to drench her usual black and white outfit, the white of her wardrobe soon darkening as her body odor intensified. Ciri finally made her way back to her then, handing her the wooden bowl and plopping gracelessly down beside her. Yennefer’s hands started bringing great bunches of sweets to her lips, masticating furiously all while Ciri watched her, a giddy smile on her wide face.
“You’re the best mum!”
“Hosh…oprhm…how’s that Ciri?”
“Just how much of you there is, your smells, I mean even Geralt doesn’t smell half as bad as you do and he used to be a witcher. Even I can’t compare!” Yennefer stopped eating for a moment, reaching out a hand and placing it gently on Ciri’s own. Massive or not, reeking like the mother of all swine or not, she would not let her daughter belittle herself.
“Don’t say that about yourself. Your smell is lovely and very overpowering. As for your flatulence…put more of your muscles into it. Or what muscles ladies such as us have.”
That earned her a wider smile and a hug, their now obese bodies meshing together. “I love you mum. Would you feed me the rest of the bowl?” Yennefer wanted to say now to try and point out how wrong this sudden change was, to insist on hygiene and manners but then she looked into Ciri’s wide, hopeful eyes. Her mind recalled helping to feed a younger, though still very fat little girl, insisting on eating one’s fill and then some. Teaching her magic and the proper way to fart as a means of empowering oneself. The daily feasts, the times with a rotund Geralt, the adventures, separation, and finally the moment she reunited with her daughter, smelly flesh against smelly flesh as she hugged Ciri against herself.
This was right, how had she ever considered it not so?
“Of course, my tubby one, now don’t think about the amount, just chew and swallow as fast as you can.” Ciri nodded and Yennefer used her magic to levitate the first few treats towards her.
“Mum,” Ciri whined, fat face reddening as she struggled to move closer, “no magic tonight, for me?”
“If I must,” Yennefer replied with her usual teasing tone, cupping a hand and bringing a large amount of treats towards her daughter’s eager mouth.
“I lovesufh…mmmm…you…morpgh…ulp…mum!” Ciri groaned out as her mother picked up the pace of the feeding a good few minutes later.
Rubbing her daughter’s tiny, in comparison to her own, gut, Yennefer beamed and reached towards the bowl for more. “I do as well, Ciri, now here comes the next bit!”
The ripple moved outward.
3rd Aspect: Traveling for Treats
Outlier: Mako Mankanshoku
“Ryuko-chan, let’s keep going!” Mako cried out to her girlfriend of six years. She thought she heard a little grumbling about being too old for trick or treating, but sure enough Ryuko was by her side. Mako once again beamed at the great costume Ryuko had chosen. “You make a great Little Red Riding Hood, just like I knew you would!”
Ryuko’s face turned red at that and she stood up to her full height, attempting to appear serious. “Let’s just get going before all the candy’s gone.”
“Ok!” Mako replied, affecting a deeper voice as she nuzzled up close to her lover. Even now, both nearing their twenty fifth birthday, Ryuko was still taller than Mako. “But only if you share those sweet kisses of yours with the big bad wolf when we get home!” Ryuko’s face turned even more scarlet at that and Mako giggled as she ran ahead, energetically shaking her hips to make the wolf tail she had on wag as best it could.
Mako talked and talked as the night went on, knowing what she was saying usually didn’t make a lot of sense to everyone, but Ryuko listened anyway. Nonon, dressed as a conductor, complains.
“Ugh…please stop talking! Let’s just get this done with so I can go home with my wife and have some of her special candy.” The pink-haired woman crunched loudly on a lollipop after this, wincing a bit as her wife gently narrowed her eyes. “I meant please continue, Mako, it’s riveting.”
“Thank you! Anyway, as I was saying, my dream continued with me talking to a salmon while drenched in curry sauce!”
Satsuki, in her hobbit costume, nods solemnly. “Then what happened?”
As the four finish up visiting the last house, Mako is busy counting the candy she’s gotten this year. She’s vaguely aware of moving along the sidewalk, a little behind the others, when she finishes counting and looks up.
Ryuko’s butt is a massive thing, probably more than half the size of Gamagori-san by Mako’s estimation. She also looks really, really sweaty. Mako hurries to catch up, ignores that it’s a lot harder than usual, and finally reaches Ryuko, panting heavily.
Ryuko turned to look at her then, her front half even larger than her back. “Mako, everything okay? Not happy about all the candy you got? Because I can go yell at that old lady for stiffing you if you want me to.”
Mako shook her head. “Not that, Ryuko-chan, you just look bigger.” Mako then noticed the blob of fat that was Nonon now and Satsuki was even larger than Ryuko, though her weight was mostly centered around her lower half.
Ryuko scratched the back of her head, farting with gusto. Nonon burped, Satsuki did both at the same time. “Mako, we’ve always been huge. That’s one of the things you love about me, remember?”
Mako didn’t, but her girlfriend looked so happy it was impossible to try and stop her from being that way, so Mako smiled. “Of course. I must have had too much candy.” Ryuko smiled at her and gently hugged her side. It was at this point that Mako realized she was just as fat, and smelly, as the other three.
“Well save some room for more when we get home. It’s my turn to feed you tonight.”
Mako nodded, burying her face in Ryuko’s stinky breasts and not caring one whit at how much more of herself or the others there was. Her dad was fat after all, so why shouldn’t she be bigger?
“Let’s start now, Ryuko-chan! Ahh!” Closing her eyes, Mako opened her mouth as wide as could be, eager to explore being with, and loving, a huge and smelly Ryuko-chan.
The ripple spread out.
Fourth Aspect: Consuming Treats
Outlier: Cammy White
Cammy waved goodbye to Laura Matsuda, offering her friend a warm smile before closing the door to her home and sighing. The party was over and while she did what her lover had asked, namely relaxing, it was still stressful to cohost the party with Chun Li. But now it was over, the couple had tons of Halloween candy leftover to eat or give away, and she could truly settle in for the night with Chun by her side.
Making up her mind to start cleaning up the mess from the party, Cammy was instead met by her wife, Chun Li crossing her arms like she usually did before she bowed at an opponent in a match. Her serious expression turned into a light bit of laughter after a few moments though and she placed a hand on Cammy’s left shoulder.
“No, no, airen, no cleaning tonight. Let’s go to bed.”
“But-“ Cammy was cut off from further objections by her wife’s lips, soon enough finding herself being carried bridal style towards the bedroom.
“The only butt I want is currently in my arms,” Chun Li teased as she pushed open the door and gently set Cammy down on the bed. “I’ve also sorted out your favorites into your own jar and I’ve got mine as well so we shouldn’t be getting into any fights over who gets what candy.”
“I’m glad you suggested this. We needed a break from all the work and fighting. Thank you for not letting me have my way.”
“You’re welcome, Cammy.” Her wife gave her a peck on her unscarred cheek then before removing her clothes, not bothering with any clothes. Blushing at the brazen display, but not backing down, Cammy got down to her birthday suit and hugged her wife close, enjoying being the big spoon for a change. Chun Li’s fingers trailed along her fading scar and Cammy gave a soft coo, tightening her embrace just that much more. “I love seeing you so happy,” Chun Li murmured after several quite minutes. “It makes everything worthwhile.”
“I’m grateful that you can have a normal life with me. Well, as normal as having mates who can stretch their limbs and channel electricity can be anyway. Goodnight, love, see you in the morning.”
“‘Night Cammy, happy late Halloween.” Cammy gave a kiss as her well-wishing and soon enough she fell asleep.
When she woke up the next day, Chun Li was gone. Since the shower wasn’t running or the light on in the bathroom, Cammy figured her wife was in the kitchen, no doubt enjoying her first bit of leftover candy. An intense stench came to her nostrils, like all of her combined days in the field without a shower plus fouler smells. A stench that was emanating from her. She sat up, putting one foot down, the action making her pant, eyes widening as saw her foot as she looked down.
Or should have seen, as all she saw were the two massive orbs that were her breasts followed by the even larger expanse that was her stomach. Getting to her feet took longer and she was wheezing by the time she took four waddling steps towards the door, too concerned with the way her thighs were crammed against one another in an embrace of fatty adipose to notice the expansion of the doorway as well.
Chun Li. She had to get to her, together they could figure out a way to fix whatever had happened to her. “CHUN!”
“In the kitchen!” Cammy waddled her way there, ready for her spouse’s worried response to her newly obese body, to begin to explain what had happened but was instead stunned at what she found in the kitchen. Her wife seemed even more vast than she was! With a butt that looked like it had consumed two of Cammy’s current gut, Cammy gaped. Those muscular thighs she loved to caress and draw out the most adorable sounds from Chun Li were now coated in more fat than the entirety of E. Honda’s body. Chun Li was looking at her now, concern written all over her face. “What’s wrong Cammy?”
“What’s wrong?! Chun, we’ve become blimps! We’re not supposed to be this fat or-ugh…oh heavens, smelly!” Chun Li’s stench, like the rest of her body, easily outdid Cammy in all areas, her wife’s body odor now worse than the time she’d fought Birdie in a dirty bathroom combined with an overflowing dumpster on a hot summer day.
Then Chun Li farted, the sound coarse, incredibly loud, and completely outclassed her own body odor. There was no apology, no hint of embarrassment on her wife’s face. Instead, Chun Li turned around, showcasing her five rolled gut and moved close, wrapped as much of herself around Cammy as she could. “Cammy, I knew you shouldn’t have gone to bed without eating first. I just wanted you to not get so locked down in your usual prim and proper routine. You had fun last night and needed to relax. But don’t worry, we’ll get your belly full and you can calm down.”
“Chun, I’m fine. It’s everything else that’s loony.” Chun Li had her phone out then, showing Cammy the background. It was of their wedding, exactly like Cammy remembered it, except both were still hugely fat in the picture, sweat stains and crumbs coating their dresses. Not as large as they were now, but both were still big.
“Your burp during our vows is one of my most favorite memories,” Chun Li murmured, love and worry on her face as she grabbed a handful of candy and held it up to Cammy’s lips. “Now please, eat this.” Cammy wanted to refuse, she wanted to get her wife to see the truth, but again she focused on that worried look on Chun’s face. Opening her mouth, she let her wife feed her, the taste of the bars and other little treats in the handful Chun had grabbed like heaven. Barely chewing, she forced it all down with a mighty swallow, overjoyed that the worry was gone in those dark brown eyes she adored.
Chun Li beamed and grabbed an even larger handful, her other hand playing with one of Cammy’s massive butt-cheeks. Cammy strained and forced out a mighty fart of her own, Chun Li laughing. “Oh, airen, that was fantastic!”
“Mmmghph…ulp…MMMM! Sorry for worrying you, love, I guess you were right. I can’t go to bed on an empty stomach.”
Chun Li nodded and Cammy chuckled at her odd dream. Like she was ever that skinny! Soon enough she’s at the dining room table with Chun, their leftover candy dumped into huge piles, both feeding one another as their reinforced chairs groan from their weight. The sound makes Cammy moan in pleasure as she forces herself to swallow as much as she can. She wants to break this chair before Chun. Her wife might be the Fattest Woman In The World, but she’d show her the woman she married wasn’t far behind!
Asami farted in Korra’s face, the force of it enough to force her dirty cat costume to tear completely.
Yennefer gave Ciri a hug goodbye, sending her daughter off with one of her mightiest farts yet, wishing to frame the joy on Ciri’s face forever; but soon enough she was galloping away, Yennefer taking in the scent of the ashen-haired young woman’s body odor on the breeze.
Mako burped in Ryuko’s face, waking up her girlfriend in the process, Ryuko replying by tickling, the movement causing fart’s to erupt from Ryuko’s rear, eclipsing Mako’s laughter.
Cammy did indeed break the chair she was sitting on before her wife, Chun Li rewarding her with a belch into her face as she sat down beside her on the floor.
The ripple continued on its infinite journey, while behind it the wave that was the combined gluttony of the end of the year feasts roared amongst the multiverse as the main course follows an appetizer.