It’s always fun to find the things left behind in old ruins. Nikita had to admit as much as she liked urban exploration abandoned castles couldn’t be beat and were more likely to contain treasure rather than just roaches. The little mouse dexterously climbed up the old ramparts jimmied open the castle window and dropped down into a crumbling old great hall. For some reason, she swore she could smell a note of something delicious instead of the dusty old air she had come to expect in decrepit castles.

The hall was almost pitch black but she could make out the shade of some torches on the wall from the moonlight. And a faint flash of red and movement! She wasn’t alone. Nikita quickly conjured a bit of flame lighting up the torches throughout the hall there was a flash of light and when her eyes adjusted the old hall was gone. She stood in a shining golden great hall. Along the floors and on tapestries, well truly everywhere the symbol of a mighty pre-deluge civilization a sinister Koopa head. And the source of the movement became clear. A swarm of red haired boos. Nikita was ready for a fight but the boos smiled at her at directed her over to a banquet.

Nikita stepped forward across the golden floor. The enticing aromas of freshly baked strawberry cakes, rich heavy pork roasts, flakey buttery pies and a bizarre cheese-covered hotdog that Nikita couldn’t help but be drawn to. “A smarter woman probably would ignore this magical feast but I don’t detect any geas magic…” she looked over the red haired boos their fanged grins a little sinister but they were cute and so expectant “Well it would just be rude not to eat my fill.” Nikita couldn’t help but smile as she strode up the feast it was a ton of food but for a little mouse, she was sure she could make a dent in it.

Nikita started in on the cheesy dog. It was perfectly greasy fake meat covered in greasy fake cheese. Even though it was practically the size of her head and almost molten she downed it in less than a minute washing it down with a cup of sweet strawberry wine leaving her feeling pleasantly tipsy. Next to fall would be the pie! Flakey buttery crust and loaded with apples and cinnamon. Now to put to rest the old debate the cake would be next. The strawberries were massive and juicy and cream cheese frosting was ridiculously sweet and filling. Between that the entire other desert she had just stuffed herself with Nikita was feeling a little bloated, but a few cups of wine put that out of her mind. She let out a determined belch and turned her attention to the massive pork roast. It was delicious so rich and fatty glazed with sweet brown sugar, and it was about half way through this Nikita noticed something. She was getting fat. Now obviously a meal of this gluttonous proportions would make someone fat eventually but Nikita had rapidly increased her weight over the course of her feast. This didn’t stop her from finishing the pork roast because it was delicious but she watched the effects of it with each bite her stomach inched forward straining her belt further while her butt began to tear the seams of her shorts, her arms grew thick and her chest filled out. Her magics hadn’t misled her there wasn’t any addictive charm on the food it was just a delicious fat sugar and calorie bomb.

The boos grinned at her as Nikita patted her now much chubbier stomach “Listen I appreciate the meal but I think I should probably roll out of here before I have to be rolled out of here” The boos ignored Nikita’s bad joke and began to gather up more food. They lifted over a massive steak dripping with blue cheese butter and demi-glace. It was almost bigger than her. “Oh wow that’s looks tasty but -mrrph!?” Two boos pinned Nikita’s arms behind her while the rest began to stuff the enormous steak into her maw. She had no choice but to eat if she didn’t want to choke. The boos cackled, did they just want to stuff her into immobility? Well, whatever their intentions were she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. She began to take bigger bites Nikita would never back down from a challenge master explorer, master glutton. Devour this steak, wobble out of this castle, then maybe grab pizza on the way home. The meat was so tender and juicy that she was able to gorge her way through it quickly. The sauce and butter poured down her throat they were so ludicrously rich her body began to explode with fat. For a painful moment, her belt attempted to hold back the flood of stomach but thankfully it gave up and a wave of lard burst forth. Her shorts were practically disintegrating as her already strained seams gave way to thickening thighs and mouse butt. Nikita was silently thankful that her underwear was made of stretchier stuff. Her vest rode up as it was quickly getting repurposed as little more than a bra. She looked up at the steak maybe a quarter left? But she was already fatter than ever… still, nothing to do be keep on gorging.

“BWOAURRRP! Oh my god…” The massive belch caused the boos to pause for a minute and admire their handiwork a fat panting red faced ball of mouse. “Huff-that… was…” Nikita looked around there was so much food still left and something in her just snapped like her belt had she broke out into a big smile “…so fucking hot!” Nikita laughed delightedly and shook her belly “You ghosts are crazy but if you want a fat mouse I’ll give you a fat mouse! Bring on the food and don’t stop till I’m whale sized!” The boos cheered and began grabbing more food, fried chicken, roasts, cakes, donuts Nikita beamed with gluttonous joy as she plopped herself down a held open her maw for a legendary binge.

Plate after plate had been devoured gallons of wine downed. Nikita had barely made a dent in the feast but that didn’t diminish the immense sense of pride. She had walked to this castle thin and athletic and was going to waddle out an obese pig! Her chubby cheeks had filled out further and her neck had bloated out, massive cuddly pillow arms, an apron of a belly, heh some more lard and she’d be able to touch her toes again, her legs were now inelegant and bloated with cellulite and the amount of rump and back fat she’d packed on gave her an almost spherical shape. A boo brought over a plate of roast and Nikita grabbed it whole, shoved into her muzzle, and devoured it in seconds. She smiled and waved off the boo. Yes, she had certainly proven that there was no one more hedonistic, and gluttonous as Nikita Barca, explorer, witch, and prize hog!

The boos disturbed her hedonistic reverie yet again this time with more cake. And as she stuffed herself a thought broke through the drunken haze. It might be time to waddle out of here while she still could. Slowly and awkwardly Nikita hauled her massive body up off the ground panting and wheezing after this minimal effort “Whew! Thanks for all the food guys, but I think maybe I’ve had enough.” She smiled up at them there was a note of disappointment on the boos faces but they were still gathering up more plates. Nikita took an awkward step toward the door she heard floor creak “seriously though thank you all for contributing to a much fatter mouse!” The boos surrounded her offering up more plates Nikita grabbed a donut “Well… What’s another hundred pounds for the road. Not to mention it’s probably smart to practice eating and walking at the same time if I want to stay the fattest of the fatties.” Despite her efforts Nikita did a bit more eating than walking she polished off the plate of donuts and the boos began stuffing her with cake as she attempted to waddle to the exit.

What was once mere sounds of strain turned to cracks as the mouse grew fatter she was destroying the floor! Nikita looked down and laughed “Wow how heavy have I gotten?” She asked herself. Nikita took another ponderous step cleared another plate of fried chicken and the cracks in the floor spiderwebbed out further. And with one final step the floor gave out. Nikita shrieked any drunken hedonistic haze vanished from her mind as she plummeted through stopping short as her massive belly was caught in the hole. She kicked her useless sausage-like legs but there she wasn’t close to any floor below. She tried to heft herself out of the hole but she was too wedged in and while her arms were impressive all that fat was useless for trying to haul all this weight up. Then she heard the cackling. The boos began to surround her plates filled with ridiculously fattening meals. Nikita smiled up at them pleadingly “Um hey guys… heh think you could give me hand?” The boos responded by shoving a slice of cake into Nikita’s mouth. She gobbled it down quickly and sputtered “come on just pull me up! I think I’m fat enough!” And the boos laughed harder than they ever had all night. Nikita sighed. There would be no such thing as “fat enough” anymore.

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Back in June Vikingskirts was doing these awesome bowsers inside story inspired YCHs and when I got this one I'd been inspired to write a little story to go with it. Bowser day finally gave me the impulse to finish it up. This is basically my first full story so let me know what you think! and if anyone has any tips for formatting writing in the descriptions of art pieces let me know for sure.

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