(WARNING: Fetish Work. All Characters Depicted 18+
(Contains: XWG, Blob Gals, Slob and Gas, Possession by means of Spirit. Wii Fit and Samus!
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The War against Galeem, and to reclaim a rather shattered world, was deep into its final acts, but even as they neared peace, some cleanup had to be done. Wii Fit Trainer had been assigned the job of searching the large city, a mix of multiple universes different notable cities, to find any remaining spirits and free them from Galeem’s grasp. She was more than ok with this, of course, considering herself a professional and in peak shape to fight the foes. It also helped that the Wii Fit studio had ended up in this large metropolis. On her daily patrol, she believed she had finally sighted a spirit not yet found, she darted into a small food shop after it! Chasing after the glow of light, she quickly engaged in combat with the now cornered opponent.

Rushing head-forward into the fight, she paid no mind to the conditions or terms of the combat, diving towards the spirit, using a clone body of Isabelle. Other than an abundance of food being summoned, the fight was rather easy, Wii Fit completely dispatching her foe and knocking them out. However… she had paid no mind to the spirit drifting out of the disappearing clone form, and heading straight into her. Feeling satisfied, and having worked up quite a sweat from the battle, the Trainer began to head back home to the studio, unaware the spirit was slowly integrating with her as she walked. It was not long until she had arrived back at the relaxing home studio, immediately loosening herself up with a few stretches.

As the trainer patted the sweat off her form, finishing her final relaxation poses, her stomach made a rather loud complaining rumble, reminding her she’d do well to have a nice healthy snack. By the time she had opened the fridge door though… everything appeared so much more appetizing than before. Her body seemed to act on its own, taking out large quantities of ingredients and heading to the kitchen, intent on cooking a feasts worth of food. Her own mind slowly started to fade into the back of the processes as a new entity began to fully take hold of her, the spirit having a deviously soft plot. The trainer could feel her own body begin to idly snack on sweets and bits of food as she got to cooking, a large pot turned into a deep frying station within minutes. Soon after, the cooking began, plates of greasy and hot meats, carb-loaded meals, and even deep fried desserts loaded the counter-top. It seemed like each emptied plate lowered her ability to fight against the spirit’s control even more, feeling the grease churn in her stomach as pounds began to magically amass on her once-fit figure, as if each piece of food was adding pounds to her body! Feeling nothing but disgust for this insanely fattening binge, the trainer managed to regain control of her own body for mere moments, quickly heading for a phone to contact her partner in the city and good friend, Samus.

...However, as Samus picked up and inquired about the situation, the familiar glow of red reappeared in her eyes. Giving a giggle and stifling a small burp, the spirit invited over Samus for a ‘pleasant break’, involving deeply relaxing activities. As the spirits corrupt plot began, Wii Fit was shoved down into her own mind, blocked out by gluttonous visions of plumping herself and the space bounty hunter up into hedonistic blobs. The sweat was beginning to puddle under her body, spirit spending plenty of time preparing even more food while stuffing her face full, leaving a trail of grease from her mouth and splatters of sauce. The last thing the trainer could see herself doing before her consciousness fully faded was a thick slab of buttered and deep fried meat being gulped into her gullet.

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Samus was quick on her way to the studio, not having much to do at the moment anyways, figuring her usual Zero Suit was fine for the possible workouts. Immediately rounding the corner to the Wii Fit studio, a delicious smell of baking food and fried goods filled the air, drifting out from the doors of her home. It was certainly odd to smell such rich food from the Fitness Trainers home, but she didn’t think it over much, no harm in extra food, right?

Gently pushing open one of the glass doors with a small greeting, she was met with the response of a wet surprised belch and a very perplexing sight.

From when Samus had last saw her, just a day ago, Wii Fit had blimped into a total pig of a girl. Her Stomach heavily drooped towards the ground, a folded ball of flab, nosily churning down a meal. Her thighs were in similar condition, blimped with fat, her yoga pants torn to shreds along the ground as if they had burst into ribbons due to her massive gain. While she was still trying to comprehend the woman's figure, Wii Fit grabbed a large plate of fried goods with a plump arm, waddling towards Samus with a glint of crimson in her eyes. Her plump second chin jiggled with every huffing breath, massive rack straining her barely fitting sports bra.

Before she could react to the flabby trainer, her mouth was shoved full with a grease-dripping hamburger, cheese splattering to her cheeks as it forced her to swallow. Immediately another fried good was pushed in to replace it, magical forces floating more food across to stuff both of them full, Samuses gut beginning to join Wii Fit’s in weight and noisiness within minutes. Wii Fit let out an evil giggle, spirit controlling her having a wonderful time as she turned them both into fattened blimps. Samus could barely think, none the less fight back, as her body began to rapidly outgrow the possessed trainer, sweat pouring off her as her Zero Suit began to rip and break. Her stomach loudly groaned and churned in warning, so many lardy dishes filling her cheeks and gut at once that her mouth was a total mess of grease and sauces, chunks of food caught in her growing chins. In what felt like minutes to the gluttony dazed woman, she’d gone from fit to immobile, a pile of wobbling and quaking lard on the cool floor.

While food continued to splatter and fill both her and the trainer, the spirit-controlled woman beginning to fatten now that Samus was taken care of, their thick and flab-stacked guts gave their final warning groans, unable to hold in the air bi-product of the magical food turning into raw bodily lard. A loud PPRRFFHLLLLRP rippled from Samuses expansive rear, sending waves of jiggling across her fatty swelling form as blush went across her stained and stuffed cheeks. Looking down at the woman's embarrassed face, Wii Fit let out a wet burp as she licked a slurry of sauce and cheese off her lips, starting to become truly immobilized on-top of the space heroine, but slowly turned her figure to sit on Samuses face, letting out another giggle while her stomach churned ominously.

All Samus could do was groan as her stomach digested another few hundred pounds worth of fatty food, sweat dripping down onto her already soaked figure from the growing blob on her, the weight squeezing out a stream of noisy PRRRP’s from her rear, a jiggle-educing bassy FLLLAARRTTT further cementing her descent into degeneracy. However… the looming rear above her large cheeks and row of chins was starting to rumble with warning, diverting her attention away from her own gas.

The Trainer continued to stuff herself in utter hedonism on the poor girl, finally letting out a smoggy PPHHHHRRRRMPT as her rear filled up with more flab, feeling her adipose-dimpled cheeks engulf Samuses face as the trumpet-like gas released. Finally fattened far over the line of immobility, the spirit drifted out of the hazy-minded Trainer, granting both of them the final gift of plenty more food seeming to bloat their stomachs to mass capacity, leaving both the girls to the fate of becoming even slobbier, gassy blobs, in good time. The Cooking Mama spirit giggled, drifting out of the gas-smogged studio to find more smash-entrants to curse with a similar fate.