Meal 17


	"It's finally over," sobbed Emillian looking at the destruction the mechanical dragon made.  "We defeated Obamon, but lost all the others in the process.  What a waste."  He turned to walk away and find a place to sit and think about what to do next, but the ground began to shake violently.  "What? No way.  What's going on?"  The rubble began to float in the air, suspended by dark magic.  Taking a look inside, he saw it was coming from Obamon, no longer wearing her white mage robes, but a much more revealing his skin tight dark mage gown.  With her dark scepter she had stopped everyone in their tracks save her two minions and protected everyone from being killed.  "That's not possible."

	"It very well his," cackled Obamon as she used her power snatching up Emillian and adding him to her group of prisoners.  "Not a bad plan, but you underestimated my power.  However, you provided me with such a great chance for a mass eating.  Now where to begin?"  Slowly she walked between all the potential meals all looking quite succulent and would be a very nice addition to her power.  She first stopped at Krystal and drools at her fat, round, meaty body.  It was so beautiful and one of the most delicious looking of all especially with her breasts full of fattening milk.  "You would be a lovely treat my dear, but I require you a tad longer."  Waving her fingers, she floated over to Snow and Dillon.  "Take her back home and strap her into that thing I keep in my red closet.  I want everything ready for my new guests."

	"With all haste, Miss Obamon," answered Dillon as the two carried her home.

	"How about you two first," she said looking at Logan and Hector, she cast her magic at them sending burning pain through their body as her evil magic cursed them, slowly forming them into something else.  Their flabby bodies became spongy, and softer.  Their limbs became stiff and hard to move as their insides were replaced with a creamy filling.  All the others watched in horror as the magic continued until they both transformed into giant candy bars.  It was so frightening, but they looked so delicious at the same time.  "You two now look good enough to eat."

	Obamon's voice transformed into a growl as her body morphed and transformed into its truly monstrous state with her body contorting for her second pair of legs as she grew larger and more muscular.  Her claws and teeth extended while her face grew hideous and they all got to see her true vile form before she began devouring the two candy bars without mercy.  As she bit into them and chewed the others could hear a crunching sound and could only assume they were crunchies in the chocolate.  Despite the size of the full-figured chocolate, Obamon ate them quickly and mercilessly making sure to lick the cream off her muzzle and the melted chocolate from her fingers.  With each bit she swallowed she bulked up more, becoming stronger and scarier-looking.  Her claws and fangs got longer and sharper and her gaze deadlier too.  Something strange was even happening to her chest as her muscles began to change and contort almost like resembling a face.  Just looking at it going through its metamorphosis was sickening just to look at.  Those who hadn't yet been eaten by her were quickly losing their appetite.  It was gone completely when they saw some of her belly flesh move and a pair of burning red eyes were now looking at them and an enormous mouth opened up beneath them.

	"What's that thing?" cried Zane looking at the belly face.  The way it moved and blinked made it seem almost like it was alive on its own.

	"You know how they say your stomach has a mind of its own," chuckled Obamon devilishly.  "Well here's mine and it's telling me it's hungry and who am I to disappoint anyone?  The only question is who should I consume next?"  Looking at the four she still had left, she made her choice by having Emillian and Beejie share the same fate as Logan and Hector.

	"Stop this at once you monster!" growled Jerrett struggling with all his might, but unable to do anything to keep them from being turned into candy bars.  Obamon then lifted the up and fed them to her belly mouth, consuming them even faster than before and adding their power to her own, increasing her size and strength further.  The fiendish dragon might have always been larger than the others from the start, but she was a giant to them now, towering bigger than the cave in her true monstrous form.  Drool poured out of her mouth, both of them.  Moving a hand over her normal mouth she wiped her muzzle clean and relished in the ecstasy in brought her.

	"So wonderful," she cooed to herself.  "I have never felt such pure power before, such intense bliss.  It is magnificent and thanks to you fools for becoming my fuel.  I'll hold onto you until I get home to send you with the others so you won't be able to disturb me.  However, first I need to devour a couple more meals."  She licked her lips noting how deliciously plump and delicious Zane and Jerrett looked.  Her haste to eat and grow stronger made her devour the first four quick, but now that she knew there was nothing they could do to stop her she felt she could save eating them nice and slow.  "It is such a wonderful sensation, this feeling of power your friends have given me.  Just think, you two might be all I need to reach my full strength and then I will finally be able to go as I please."

	"What's that mean?" asked Zane hoping to buy more time.

	"You mean you didn't know?" chuckled Obamon feeling quite cocky now.  "I guess you didn't notice, but I couldn't leave the forest at former strength.  However thanks to my recent meals I have been able to get further and even come as far as this cave, but my range is still very limited."

	"So that's why you lure in victims to eat," growled Jerrett.  "You need us to give you the strength to leave, but why do you need to leave in the first place?"

	"I am hungry," she answered plain and simple.  "And feeding that hunger grants me more power that in turn makes me ever hungrier.  It is a vicious cycle that never ends.  A puny forest will never bring in enough victims for me now, but once I eat a few more ripe candidates my world will be boundless and I will consume everything.  But first, I will start with you two."


	"What should we do?" asked Yure holding back frightful tears.  "Whoever did this must be extra scary and mean."

	"I have a feeling I know who, but I'm afraid to say his name," commented Thomas.

	"You don't actually believe that whole myth about saying the name of someone you fear do you?" asked Wolfcub.  "Only kooks believe in that."

	"Then welcome to Kookville," cackled Remgat appearing behind them in a flash.  "And don't bother saying my name.  I will gladly come over to you guys without you having to do a thing."

	The three of them turned to see the giant foe before them.  There was no time for them to react as Remgat acted first, picking up Yure and fitting him in his big clenched fist.  With his other he grabbed Thomas who fit almost as well.

	"Looks like I've got a new friend," stated Remgat looking at the poor kitten.  "And an old one too, though not as he should be."

	"I could say the same about you, Tagmer," retorted Thomas fearlessly.

	"You will address me as Remgat," he spat vilely.  "I might be part of that fat weakling's body, but I am in control now and he is going to forever be buried inside me."

	"I'm not sure which disturbs me more," joked Thomas.  "The fact that I'm looking at Tagmer muscular or the fact that all that fat could be hidden in all that bulk.  You really are a marvel."

	"And you've just begged for the squeeze your head like a grape death package," shouted Remgat.  Clamping his fingers down on the Smeargle he attempted to do just that, but he found he couldn't crush him no matter how much he wanted to.  "It seems that you are lucky to be you."

	"Why do you say that?" asked Thomas.  "I thought you'd get great pleasure killing me like a bug."

	"Oh, it would be absolutely orgasmic I assure you," answered Remgat drooling a bit at the thought.  "However, for the time being you are off limits, but the same cannot be said for this little cat."  He turned to the fist clenching Yure and opened it to watch liquid pour out between the gaps in his fingers a mixture of tears and other bodily fluids that the little kitten couldn't help expel in this moment of pure terror.  "I could crush this one between my thumb and index so easy even I'd feel guilt in my heart it wasn't so black.  And if I recall there was another one in your group.  Now where did she go?"

	"I'm over here you big creep!" yelled Wolfcub from behind him.  She removed her shroud and jumped onto his back dagger ready as she stabbed him directly in the back of the neck intent on killing him instantly and saving the others.  "Now die you terribly grotesque monster."

	Remgat was silent to her sneak attack and he reacted silently collapsing and falling to his knees and then landing face first on the ground dead.  Nobody spoke shocked beyond imagination that he was dead.  Despite being dead, his hands still trapped them like steel cages.

	"Good work," said Thomas to Wolfcub.  "Now could you help us out of here?"

	"Sure thing," she answered jumping down to them and trying to help pull Remgat's claws away.  "But this guy is heavy all over.  I wonder what he'd got to eat to get this big."

	As she continued to try and free them she suddenly felt Remgat's arms lift up with her handing on.  They continued to lift up higher than before as Remgat got back up a soft chuckle in his voice that continued to louder and more demonic.  He continued to lift the three off the ground standing only on his hind legs and grabbing Wolfcub with his middle pair of appendages.  His laughter echoed for miles terrifying Thomas and Wolfcub beyond belief.  Yure was in shock unable to respond to any sensation at all.

	"What do I eat?" he replied sadistically.  "Something freshly squeezed, though something torn in half is a close second."

	"How can you still be alive," stuttered Wolfcub barely able to form the words.

	"A little lesson on killing someone," he answered dropping the senseless Yure and plucking the dagger from his neck to show her.  The blade was crumpled like paper.  Not a speck of blood was on it and not a single scale on Remgat's neck was so much as scratched from her attack.  "Before you do, make sure you don't suck at it.  Shall I give you a demonstration?"  Squeezing her arms, she let out a wail of pain.  He barely used any of his strength, but he didn't have to do much to crush her bones.  "On second thought, I don't get the chance to have fun with ladies and killing you all quickly will leave me with nothing to do until Cyrus returns I'll be quite bored.  So how about a little game?"

	"Cyrus?" choked Thomas recognizing that name and doubted it was a coincidence.

	"I'm sure you remember him quite well," snickered Remgat before returning his attention to Wolfcub.  "Now if you win I'll give you a quick death, but lose and it well, I'll just have to stretch it out until Cyrus gets back and I have to admit, keeping things alive is not one of my strength."

	"We're all dead if I don't agree to it," commented Wolfcub.  "So I'll take on whatever you want to throw at me."

	"You've got guts, I'll give you that," stated Remgat.  "I like guts since they look so cool when I squeeze them out my plaything's nose.  But that's for later and right now, you've got your own problems to deal with."  Holding Wolfcub as tight as ever some dark magic started to seep out from his hands and creep onto her body.  It spread fast covering her all over.  It reeked of the dragotaur's evil and burned a little as it consumed her completely.  When nothing of her was visible it began to shrink, getting smaller until it was gone and Wolfcub with it.  "Have fun."  Laughing, the same darkness surrounded him and his two other captives and shrunk around them too until they vanished as well.  Remgat might not have been able to teleport prior, but a tiny donation from Cyrus allowed him to do so at least around that world to help in finding the rest of the stones.

	"Where am I?" groaned Wolfcub awakening on a city street alone.  Rising to her feet she saw the whole area was deserted and by how badly the buildings, streets, and everything else was in disrepair told her it had been for some time.  Breathing in the air, it smelled and tasted disgusting and dark clouds covered the sky making the place feel perpetually depressing.  Walking around a bit she couldn't help but feel like she was in the ghost town of some sort of horror movie.  Nervously, she held her dagger tight in her shaking hand not sure when something might jump out at her.  With her tank top and suggestive clothing she was just like so many other sexy girls in a horror movie that met a gruesome end.  "I guess this is the part where things get scary."

	With only a bunch of spooky locations to choose from, Wolfcub made her way into the creepy library feeling it wasn't as cliche as the mysterious mansion down the street, the eerie forest that had trees that appeared to be glaring at her or old man Jenkin's farm.  Walking up the marble steps, she observed the gargoyles hanging on the edge of the roof.  They were motionless, but looked ready to pounce on her without warning.  She pushed that out of her mind as she reached the double doors and pushed them open.  The inside of the library was musty and dark, even more than any other library that Wolfcub had ever seen.  At least in the others, there was a librarian around and some students usually studying.  In here, the only life was in the spiders that had made the spaces in the bookshelves the home for their webbings.

	"I came in here," Wolfcub whispered.  "Now what do I do?"  A low groaning suddenly echoed through the library easily recognizable as sort of undead being, but looking around, it was impossible to see where it was coming from, but she readied her weapon to attack.  Every once in a while she could hear the groan return and something would appear briefly in the corner of her eye before vanishing behind a bookshelf.  "Why does the first encounter always have to be like this?"

	Waiting, prepared for a sneak attack, Wolfcub remained silent for the zombie to make its move.  She relied more of hearing that sight for the slightest indication of its approach, but it moved slow and too far from her position to tip her off to its location.  Then she heard a long creaking sound that caught her attention.  Immediately, she knew it was coming from behind her and turned to see the bookshelf collapsing on her.  Diving and rolling out of the way, she avoiding getting crushed.  Dust burst into the air clouding her view, but she could already tell the zombie was approaching her as fast as it could hobble.  She saw a silhouette appear and lunge at her.  It was a zombie alright, but it was also an anthromorphic donut too as bizarre as that sounded.  It drooled its filling out of its mouth while more was coming out of holes in its body.

	"Eat!" it bellowed coming at her.  "Devour!"

	Moving quickly, Wolfcub scaled another bookshelf and nimbly leaped over it.  Before it even knew what happened, Wolfcub cut it to pieces, filling and frosting splashing all over the place including on her.  If it hadn't been for the fact it was a zombie she wouldn't been tempted to taste it.

	"Zombies are one thing," stated Wolfcub a bit disappointed.  "But what was the demon dragon guy thinking sending me here.  I expected something much worse that this even if there are tons more in this town.  I can hardly call this a dangerous and scary place."

	"Eat!" moaned some of the remains of the zombie near Wolfcub before it jumped into her mouth unexpectedly.  It was then she realized the zombie wasn't intent on eating her, but getting eaten.  As the taste hit her tongue and melted down her throat a strange sensation entered her mind and took control of her body.  It was a powerful desire to glut and without any way to resist she began to devour the rest of the zombie donut's remains in a savage manger, not caring where it was or if it was covered in dust.  She ate it all and wasn't satisfied until she thoroughly licked the floor clean.  When it was all gone she managed to regain her senses, but soon learned of another effect the evil confection had on her.


	"You both look so deliciously fat," snarled Obamon.  "I don't know who to eat first so I think I'll just eat you both."  The tongue of her belly mouth hung out and slid across her lips as drool poured out with excitement.

	"You monster," snapped Zane his aura glowing around him, but without being able to move all it was useless.  "When I get free I'll leave you a smear on the wall."

	"Tough words," chuckled Obamon feeling little threat from them.  "And what about you Jerrett?  Do you have any last words?"

	"You were a lot smarter than I expected," he admitted.  "You thought of just about everything didn't you?"

	"If you are trying to flatter me to say yourself then you are more foolish then you look," stated Obamon.  "But now you've got me curious. Have I thought of everything?"

	"Want to find out?" he asked smugly.

	A fierce roar shook them to their core as they looked up and saw the mechanical dragon was still moving even though Obamon had taken away the control.  It gazed down at Obamon and opened its maw to shoot waves of fire out at her.  At her current monstrous size, she couldn't escape the flames forcing her to revert to her smaller, plump and kinder-looking self to avoid being roasted.  It also broke her hold on Zane and Jerrett returning their movement again.

	"Clever," growled Obamon, her demonic expression still on her face despite returning to normal, though still larger from her current meals.  "You had another ally hidden inside the dragon to control it didn't you just in case."

	"Like you'd come this far without having some insurance of your own," said Jerrett feeling much better now that he had his move.  "And I'm sure you'll be surprised by who is piloting it."

	A hatch opened up and out jumped a massively fat, purple dragon with long golden hair and a large pair of wings and a set of horns on his head.  Like all the others he was unbelievably obese and shook the ground as he landed.  Taking a few steps forward his massive tail dragged behind him too loaded with lard to even move.

	"Jokull," answered Obamon shocked.  "But you were unable to make it here."

	"I was going to come," he belched and then grabbed a donut under one of his fat folds.  "But these guys found me and explained what was going on.  Shame on you for trying to eat everyone.  It is wrong to eat stuff that doesn't want to be eaten.  Uh, except donuts because they taste so good."

	"It seems the tables have turned on me," admitted Obamon knowing she wasn't going to be a match for her three opponents as she was right now.  "It appears I must take my leave, but I invite you all back to my home while I make some special preparations."

	"You aren't going anywhere!" shouted Zane so mad that his aura was burning red.  "I'm going to stop you right now!"  Pooling his aura together he formed the largest attack he could muster and with all his might.  The attack came fast, but Obamon was just fast enough to use her own power and teleported back home before the attack could hit.  The aura sphere erupted in a huge blinding light and intensive power wiping out the cave and leaving a crater in its wake.  Only Zane, Jerrett, and Jokull remained thanks to Zane using his aura again to protect them from his own fury, but seeing that Obamon had escaped by the skin of her teeth didn't help to quell his anger.  He roared into the sky determined to make Obamon pay for all her evil deeds, but especially for what she had planned for Krystal.

	"You have to remain calm," instructed Jerrett.  "We've pushed Obamon into a corner now.  "She'll retreat back to her home where we can finish her, but she'll be even more dangerous.  We need to use our heads or we'll all be her next meals."
Panting, Zane did his best to calm down, but it was practically impossible to do so.  "Donut?" offered Jokull pulling another out of his fat folds.  Finding a slight smile, Zane munched it up.

	"I'll keep my cool," he said after he savored the donut a bit.  "But promise me that I'll get my chance to destroy that monster once and for all."

	Moaning, Wolfcub got back to her feet.  Looking around she didn't see a trace of the donut zombie anywhere and knew it had disappeared into her.  She just couldn't believe it or what it had done to her body.  He pants were tight as legs were thickened with fat.  The same was said about her shirt as it was straining to keep from ripping.  Her arms were much thicker, but it was hardly something to notice compared to her breasts that had grown greatly so that her bra could barely contain them.

	"Just what kind of game is that monster playing at?" asked Wolfcub.

	"Monster?" answered Remgat.  He wasn't there, but talking to her telepathically, another ability Cyrus provided him.  He was relaxing and watching Wolfcub's exploits on a screen while he dangled Yure between his claws by his tail and pressed Thomas under his foot; unable to harm him, but found indirect discomfort was a suitable substitute.  "I'm hurt that you still don't know my name."

	"Remgat right?" asked Wolfcub knowing she had to figure out what he had in mind for her.

	"That's better and my you don't look are looking much better than you did before," he teased.  "Before you were flat as a brick, but now ba-zoing!"

	"Well treat us better and I might give you a closer look," she told him, but by the tone of her voice she wasn't being serious and knew he wouldn't be that easy to manipulate.

	"I might consider that, but not for those apples," taunted Remgat.  He materialized an apple in his hand as a visual aid even though Wolfcub couldn't see him.  "Now if they were something bigger like melons I might reconsider."  With a bit more magic he made the apple grow larger, quickly till it filled his hand and then squeezed it into pulp.

	"Well I already ate the donut so there's nothing I can do now."

	"Oh, did you think that was the only zombie in town?" chuckled Remgat.  "Why the rest of the horde should be on their way right now and seems you've already contracted the sugar sickness."

	"Sugar sickness?" asked Wolfcub.  "I suppose that was your intention from the start?"

	"Smart girl," he answered.  "The true terror of this place is not the zombies, but your own body as you lose control and can't help but devour the zombies and their fattening goodness.  Slowly it will eat away at your sanity until you are a slave to your own desire for sugary confections.  You'll eat and eat until you explode.  Won't that be a fun way to go?"

	"You're sick to make me do something like that," hissed Wolfcub.

	"There is still a chance you can survive," answered Remgat.  "Even if it is slim, but if you do survive then, well, you'll still be killed by me and you'll be nice and plump like a grape and make a particularly large mess when I put the squeeze to you."

	"I'll kill you!" wailed Wolfcub angrily as Remgat started to laugh in her head, infuriating her, but he soon vanished so that he could return his focus to watching what was to come as a symphony of moans came from outside.  Looking out a window, Wolfcub saw zombies of all different types of confection swarming to her location all with the same ill intent as the first.  Just staring at them made her mouth water as the sugar sickness tried to take over again.  She managed to hold it off with pure will, but she didn't know how long she could keep that up.  Her only hope was the get out of the city as quickly as possible and the only way she could do that was by going through a ton of zombie.

	Instead of wasting time trying to figure another way out she decided to skip hiding and take the direct route.  Bursting through the front doors with her dagger drawn she taunted the zombies.  "You want to give me a piece of you?" she shouted.  "Well here I am!"


	"Another two," are in my possession," stated Cyrus as he ate them to boost his power further.  He formed a few bubbles in his hands showing the progress of all the others.  "Remgat has been busy and gotten three, but the fool has yet to see the two his captives have.  Still, that might play to my advantage since he'll betray me the first chance he gets.  That makes eleven and the twelfth is with those two Kills.  They are preparing to strike once we have done all the work.  A pity they can't tell I could crush them with just a thought.  The oddity is the last stone.  With so many others I can tell it is on Pizza Mountain, but I cannot pinpoint it.  Just what does that mean?"