#fatrooms

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

How about another girl joining the fatrooms? Like Bulma or Towa?

"Alright Bulma.. You've got this! If this invention works you'll revolutionize energy production for everyone on earth! 1...2...3!" Bulma yelled closing her eyes as she flipped the on switch of her latest invention. It was a miraculous new creation designed from remnants of various evil scientist's works. Given the sheer number of them the z fighters had faces she decided to combine their surprisingly advanced technology in order to create a device that theoretically could produce infinite energy!

A blinding flash of light enveloped the laboratory and Bulma felt her skin tingle as she was bathed in cosmic rays. This wasn't part of the plan! She panicked yanking the switch down causing it to break off. The entire world shook for just a moment as space bent and reality cracked... and just like that she was gone leaving nothing but a scorch mark on the floor.

"Son of a... Now we're gonna have to waste a wish bringing me back to li- Wait isn't other world... where the hfil am I?" She asked rubbing her eyes which were still a bit dazed after the flash. "Well infinite energy is off the table but teleportation isn't anything to sneeze at! Now how the heck do I get out of here?" Bulma asked herself her own voice echoing as she got a good look at her surroundings. She was in some sort of abandoned mall, or atleast that's what she thought it was. The place was huge and rather run down but the power was still on even if the lights above her head flickered every few seconds. "Guess I better make my way to an exit.

She sighed hoping she didn't go too far from west city, she didn't have a phone on her but she'd be able to contact Vegeta once she got somewhere with one. "Man just how big is this place?" She groaned as she walked passed empty stores devoid of any kind of life. Clothes, creepy children's toys and electronics were scattered on the floor making the entire scene seem unnerving. "Its all in my head... just nerves from the shock that's all, it's just a creepy abandoned mall nothing more." Bulma said picking up the pace passing infront of clothing store full of faceless mannequins.

The clocks were no help trying to pin point the time. The ones not broken or smashed on the floor were left spinning wildly round and around. She had no sense of time either since the place seemed to have no windows just more and more stores and escalators going up to higher floors surely shed be at the exit soon enough. The place wasn't endless...

"Ugh I feel like I've been walking for HOURS! My stomachs starting to kill me..." Bulma groaned her gut growling with hunger. Thankfully salvation was close at hand. There was a food court and not just any food court one that had mysterious tables all stocked with freshly made burgers still warm and steaming as they sat on napkins and plastic plates. "What the? Who the heck leaves food out in an abandoned mall? And it looks like these were just made..." Bulma said a bit confused as she carefully picked up a burger and examined it. It looked normal enough and smelt real and not rotten. Her hunger only seemed to intensify as the greasy smell of the sandwiches filled her nostrils. "Kami forgive me for being so stupid but I feel like I'll eat my own leg if I don't grab a bite soon." She groaned shoveling the burger into her mouth smearing her face with ketchup and grease as she tore into it like a hungry animal. The petite scientist wasn't a heavy eater but she managed to clean the plate in no time flat finishing with a loud "BWOOOOOOOOORP!" That rattled some bear by glass. "Man that was delicious! Just what I needed now back to looking for a way out of this creepy place." Bulma said before turning her attention to a large jumbo sized soda and basket of chili fries. ".... okay maybe a snack to go." She said blushing as she swiped the basket and drink before going back on her path. Each step she took was met with a gulp of her drink or a handful of messy fries being shoveled into her mouth. She didn't bother to grab napkins so she simply wiped and cleaned her mouth with her arm for now slowly adding more and more stains to her futuristic looking jumpsuit. The routine of eating and walking helped get her mind off the creepy atmosphere of the seemingly colossal sized mega mall with Bulma oblivious to her own softening features. Food was all she had and she didn't even question why her fries never seemed to end or how each sip of her drink always gave her a sweet sugar mouthful of soda despite being chugged at for over an hour straight.

"Oh another food court!" She said perking up as spotted a rundown looking stand in the shape of a burger. Waddling over Bulma ignored the groaning of the stool beneath her rear of the sound of threads tearing as she began to out grow her jumpsuit. She grabbed armfuls of hotdogs, pizza, burgers and more piling them up on a singular table and helping herself. "It's been a few hours I think... Someone will... BLRRROOOOORT! Huff... come for me soon. Just gotta hunker down and wait for help. Beats walking all day." She groaned cheeks wobbling as she suckled down a mustard covered hotdog and let lose a few rancid bursts of gas. Her plan had changed from finding a way out to waiting for rescue. She didn't need to worry about escape! She had everything she needed right infront of her.

Fat sausage fingers shoveled food towards a pair of ketchup stained lips while a exposed pair of breasts caught falling food and leftovers like a massive pig trough. A table stacked high with food sat in the center of the food court with Bulma at its base stuffing and gorging herself more and more. Legs became tree trunk sized and her ass had long sense swallowed the stool she once sat on. Manners and shame forgotten as she shoved her head face first into a plate of nachos lapping up cheese and crunchy chips with her tongue.

Her once beautiful complexion ruined by grease and food clogging her pores. Her hair greasy and long rolling down her back after ages of being uncut or washed. Even her nose changed flattening and becoming a snout from the countless hours of being pressed against plates and dishes. She was like a gargantuan hog only capable of seeing the mountain of food infront of her and not caring about anything else. She ate and ate till she couldn't even move her bingo wing covered arms any more. She was a glutton a bottomless garbage disposal for junk food and slop.

The food never stopping and her stomach never filling, the once brilliant scientist reduced to a eating machine driven only by the never ending need to stuff herself... help wouldn't come but even if it did... would she care?

#muse: bulma #anon ask #slob #fatrooms

[multiversal-pig-outing]

#fat #not my art #the fatrooms

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

How about... Weiss, but she's stuck in the fat rooms?

"What? Where am I?" Weiss gasped waking up in a cold sweat as she found herself laying on a damp floor. "Gr-gross! What the heck is this? Grease? What kind of weird dream is this?" The heiress questioned believing the strange smells and squishy texture beneath her hands to be nothing more than a particularly vivid dream. Standing to her feet she got a better view of her surroundings or lack there of. Not that there wasn't anything to see just that it all looked the same! Empt hallways and long stretched out corridors that seemed to go on to infinity.

"Definitely not having nachos before bed again... this place gives me the creeps." She sighed with nothing better to do she began making her way forward picking a direction and deciding to simply walk until she woke up. Her path wasn't straight, the constant turns and doorways leading to more rooms made keeping track of where she was going or where she had been almost impossible. But she believed she'd wake up any minute now so she could put up with the squelching of her feet against the grease soaked carpet or the faint smell of unrecognizable food filling the air. Her intreague at the nature of her dream like state would start to grow thin as the monotony of her wandering began weighing on Weiss' mind. "I swear I've seen that same stain on the wall 3 times now... Damn it how long have I been in here? Couldn't I dream up a clock or something?" She groaned starting to feel tired from all the walking and making an executive decision to rest for a bit. "Ugh is there nowhere dry in this place? It's like the whole world is covered in grease and food stains!" She yelled in annoyance as she desperately tried to find a comfortable place to catch her breath but only managed to stain her legs and night gown with more grease.

With no choice but to keep moving forward Weiss began to grown more and more paranoid. She felt wrong... like her pace was starting to slow a tad bit and not just from the exhaustion. The lack of a mirror or anything to see herself with made it hard to notice but she was beginning to gain weight gradually. Her feet plumping up and a chubby pair of cankles forming around her slender frame. The sweat and food stains littering place almost seamed to be soaking into her body as she wandered causing her to swell. "BWOURP~ I gotta get out of here! I-I don't wanna be here anymore! Please won't someone wake me UP?" Weiss cried banging on the walls crying out as she slammed her steadily fattening fists against anything she could to try and shock herself awake. She wanted to go home... she wanted Ruby and the others to wake her up and tell her it was all just a bad dream and they could cuddle in bed till she felt safe again.... but the longer she stayed here the less likely she believed that would happen. "FLRRRPOOORT BWOOOOOOOOORP!" Weiss' gas only got worse as her body expanded her stench only adding to the smells permeating her senses. The grease and sweat clinging to her body didn't help with the feeling of disgust she felt as she lumbered along belly sagging bellow her nightgown and panties permanently wedged between her cellulite and pimple covered ass cheeks. "Huff... gotta keep moving..." she groaned chugging along her will and desire to escape the only thing keeping her moving. She was starting to lose hope... mind dulling as she got used to waddling the empty halls and squeezing her fat fleshy form through doorway now too small for her to simply pass through. She stopped for the first time in what felt like ages and simply fell on her bottom. Fatigue and the burning in her lard sunken legs began to ease as she leaned against the disgusting wall behind her and relaxed taking a deep breath of her own rancid gas. Her lungs had gotten used to the putrid air by now and each breath only served to fatten her up even more. She closed her eyes drool leaking out her mouth and staining her sweat covered chins. She wanted a nap... it couldn't hurt right?

Days, weeks, months? Time didn't matter any more as Weiss crawled along clothes discarded and shame forgotten. Her hairy belly dragged along the floor as she shuffled on all fours like a hog. Her fat jowls wobbled as she stopped to lick at some lard dripping from a leaky pipe her plump lips wrapping around it tight and drinking her fill. She didn't even remember her own name not that she could say it or even recognize herself. Her fat face so swollen and sunken in that she could hardly see let along speak. The only thing that left her mouth these days was belches and drool. She was a mindless slob crawling in an endless search for more food. She'd eat, crawl nap and repeat slowly growing and driving herself into immobility. Perhaps one day she'd park herself infront of a pipe and just lay there. Using her own saggy boobs and gut as a pillow while she gorged her self on the thick viscous fluid. Would she become immobile? Content with sitting in the same place forever filling her gut until she eventually outgrows her prison? Or will she continue to waddle and crawl the faint remnants of her past self keeping her going hoping one day she'll find someone in this maze or even an exit...

Only time would tell.

#muse: weiss #fatrooms #anon ask #slob