Mimi loved treasure. She really did. It was her favorite thing in the entire world, to have money, and the fact that she had to work for it made getting it even better. The idea of piles upon piles of riches, gems, scepters, jewelry, all of which she dredged up and made off with herself, made her positively wet. And to think that this place, within it’s halls, was purported to hold more treasure than all the rest combined, well, to put it lightly, it made her want to warn the nearest town of floods, because she was about to cum a tsunami.
Her mind was so clouded by thoughts of riches and grandeur, that she failed to keep in mind the first and most basic rule of thievery.
DON’T GO IN THE FRONT DOOR.
DON’T.
DO NOT.
IT.
IS.
DUMB.
But god rest her soul, all she was thinking about was the pile of gold and silver awaiting her. Thinking so hard about it, in fact, that as Mimi stepped inside those glistening arched halls, she completely failed to notice the golem rushing at her from her left flank screaming drunken obscenities about why 2+2 equalling 4 was a crock of shit.
As he beaned her across the face with a sausagey fist, he changed the subject to his favorite romance novel. Then he changed the subject to nothing, because golems can only form thought for so long before getting bored and doing something else. Anyway, more to the point, Mimi was now on an all-expenses-paid trip to the quaint village of Knocked The Fuck Out, which means that we will predictably cut away for a while and come back to her later. Parcheesi, anyone?
The first thing Mimi felt was the cold. Wherever she was, it was dank. Wet. Shivery. The first thing she heard was the rattling of the chains that shackled her to the table as she attempted to shake out of them. And the first thing she saw was him.
He was a dark, tall, imposing figure, hooded, bleak. He didn’t look nice at all, but that was probably to be inferred by the fact that he had locked a women in his dungeon. Mimi began to say something, but before she could, he cut her off.
“Trying to steal from me? Trying to, break into my home, take my belongings, add ever more to that burgeoning pile of spoils lying in your pitiful little shack?” he said, snarking. “Well, honestly, I would have to thank you. And I thought tonight would be boring!”
His earlier sarcasm had turned to a fiendish, sick sort of joy. Mimi was immensely confused, and a due bit scared as well. Just what was this man planning?
“I know the way you people think. Thieves, rogues, whatever the name, I know what you’re like. Your personality can be summed up in one word. Do you know what that word is?” he asked, leaning in a bit to meet her gaze, but not enough for her to get a clear look at his face.
“More."
"The word is more. More, more, more. More, more, more for me.
"More.”
He had returned to his earlier condescending snark.
“Well, I think that for all of your trouble, you deserve more. The best kind of more, the closest kind. More YOU. More YOU than you could ever hope to handle!” He was shouting now, his tone a mixture of passionate anger and a sort of childlike excitement, and as he said this, he drew from his robe a single slice of Black Forest Cake, and he shoved it into Mimi’s mouth more quickly than she saw him reach for it.
And it was the best goddamn thing she had ever tasted.
Every thought she had, every escape plan she was plotting out, every way to make this guy pay for tying her up...
Gone.
Poof.
Evaporated. Replaced with pure exstacy. She couldn’t think of anything else but tasting something, anything that tasted as good as that. And her captor was happy to oblige.
Cookies, cake, sausage, ribs, all disappeared in instants down Mimi’s gullet. And, not by coincidence, reappeared in her ever growing gut. What, hours before, had been a perfectly flat washboard of a stomach, was currently slowly and ominously swelling outward, the thin strip of white fur across her belly stretching ever larger. As food of every variety was shoved down her throat, her slender body began to grow, her enchanted jumpsuit attempting to keep up as best it could.
Not that Mimi noticed, or even cared. The only thing on her mind was the food. Give it to me, all of it! More, more, more. The minutes disappeared into hours as her dizzied stupor continued.
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Ugh, where am I, Mimi thought, coming to. The world was spinning, a blur. Make it stop.
World, stop spinning.
Stop it.
It’s rude.
Hey, why can’t I move? Oh, right, I’m still in that creepy dungeon.
This is the when Mimi snapped the fuck out of it and woke up.
“HEY!” she shouted to nobody in particular. “YOU BETTER LET ME OUT OF HERE OR I’LL... I’ll...” Her voice trailed off as she began to look herself over.
Not that looking herself over was particularly hard, because there was so much of her to look at.
Her lithe abdomen had ballooned into a corpulent belly, a massive ball of marmalade that helped a new pair of beach ball sized breasts weigh her down to the table, still chained there as she was. The stripe of fur she bore there now looked more like a blob, a blob of white floating in a sea of black.
The lower half of her body fared no better, legs of lard and an ass with cheeks bigger than some people, but she couldn’t exactly get shocked at that, seeing as she couldn’t see them past her gut. No, that was enough for her.
She sat there with mouth agape in total disbelief over what she had become for what felt like hours, when who came sauntering in but the bastard who made it happen.
“Enjoying the new you?” he said sarcastically, straining himself as he dragged something large in with him. “YOU!” Mimi screamed hysterically. “YOU DID THIS TO ME! CHANGE ME BACK RIGHT NOW!”
He laughed.
He roared.
The man tore the tarp off the large object he dragged in to reveal a massive glass tube full of some kind of brown liquid. “Oh, but we’re just getting started.” he said as he ominously lifted up a hose. Mimi’s fat face went from anger to paralyzed nervousness in the blink of an eye.
“mew...”
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They tell a lot of stories about that creepy old castle up north. About how the master is some kind of fat-bending mage, about all of the ‘foolish adventures ‘to fall into his grasp. I always liked the one about the cat girl he caught one day tryin’ to rip him off. Locked her up in his dungeon. Think it was a poem, actually, lemme see if I can remember it... Oh yeah!
There once was a catgirl named Mimi.
She was strong, steadfast and greedy.
She met with a fright
When her clothes got real tight
Cause she got caught by a guy, he was seedy.
He locked her up in a dungeon
Cause see, she couldn’t outrun him
She tried to steal
So he made her a meal
That just kept comin’ and comin’
He fed her cookies, and pies, and cake
And her jumpsuit, it started to break
Came apart at the seams
Because custards and creams
Poured down her throat in a lake
Her belly grew to be massive
And she then grew to be passive
She didn’t care anymore
She couldn’t fit through the door
So escape, she couldn’t have had it
Some say she lays down there
Stuck in neverending despair
She’s gotten so big
She used to be such a twig
So perhaps we should leave her a prayer
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