Famed hero Mighty Lion is one of the many saviors of Zetasin City, and is the hero on call when the villainous Doctor Fat-taur threatens his beloved city. But after achieving victory for so long, it would seem that the Doctor's latest act would finally be the one to give the heroic lion some pause, with some pretty heavy changes happening to his life as well.


.:Rated general for:.
>Weight Gain
>Immobility


Word Count: 9803

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Mighty Lion's Last Stand

“Testing, testing, one two three. Well foolish world that scorned me, tis I, Doctor Fat-taur, soon to be overlord of the lard, ah heh heh heh. That’s my little joke you see, as I’m certain you’ve all been enjoying that lovely new hit drink Obero Juice huh? Well, I hope you’ve all enjoyed the taste, as it will be I who enjoys the sweetest taste of all. For you see, you have all ingested a delayed fattening serum, one that puts more than a few ounces into the bounces it will give you, ah ha ha ha! So, enjoy your current weight, as within twenty-four hours, you’ll be seeing an awful lot more of it!”

That message had gone out through every television of Zetasin City. Naturally the populace in a blind panic as they couldn’t trust anything. And among them, an overweight janitor watched a lingering blank screen with a scornful stare. Slipping away into the shadows, he undid his jumpsuit to reveal his strangely cotton-like body. Pulling another zipper, the fat slipped away to reveal bright red and yellow spandex painted across a rippling muscular body. Like the butterfly from a pupa, so did this ordinary janitor pull his ugliness away to reveal Mighty Lion, legendary hero. Applying his eye mask, the transcendent hero leapt into the sky, to many cheers as he zoomed over the skyscrapers towards the coast. Flying low across the waves, Mighty Lion slipped low under the radar towards the island lair of his arch-nemesis. With fist raised, he pierced the tall white structure like a missile, tearing through metal and plaster like whipped cream.

Bursting through into the main chamber of the lair, Mighty Lion appeared in a storm of dust as he levitated before his fiendish foe: The villainous Doctor Fat-taur, the overweight mountain lion taur. With a bulbous gut barely contained by a lab coat, the insidious villain didn’t seem at all surprised as he jiggled upon four very fat legs, his hands behind his back. “Well, if it isn’t my foolish heroic foe Mighty Lion. Your timing is most impeccable, as per usual. You simply couldn’t weight until the populace were all a bunch of blimps huh? Well, that’s a pity. But I guess I can settle for just one very fat spandex coated Hindenburg instead” the doctor declared as he pointed a ray gun at the hero.

“It’s lycra you fashion-blind villain” Mighty Lion declared as he primed his laser vision.

“That’s not the point you fat-headed fool!” Fat-taur roared as he fired his gun.

“You have no point!” the heroic feline roared back as his fired his beam.

Clashing in a bright flash, the doctor’s robotic minions stood in awe as both forces were evenly matched, until it became clear that Mighty Lion was the victor as his glowing red lasers pushed back the green ray. The fat villain started to sweat a little, until he just abandoned the gun altogether, tossing it away as the beam narrowly missed his ear. “Another time then!” he declared, firing a second laser at a big red circle on a wall.

--Self-destruct initiated--

“Really? You lose so you take your ball and go home? How like a lonely soul like yourself” Mighty Lion scowled as he flew after his nemesis.

“I’m lonely because of the world, not my actions!” Fat-taur answered back as he pressed another remote, detonating the floor around the hero.

Mighty Lion grunted loudly as he shielded his eyes from the blast and smoke. Keeping his muzzle covered, he burst out of the smoke to find the good doctor fleeing into an escape pod. “NEXT TIME MIGHTY LION! NEXT TIME!”

And with the doors closed, Mighty Lion’s archenemy fled, his lab about to explode. Looking about wildly, the heroic lion swiftly flew over to the doctor’s computer, and looked through the most recent files. With tremendous luck he found a cure to the Obero Juice, and saved it to a portable drive. Pulling it free, the heroic feline looked to a wall and blasted his way out, his mane flapping in the wind as the lair exploded behind him in a way that would look absolutely wicked on a comic book cover. And with the day saved, Mighty Lion flew back to Zetasin, and to the accolades of the populace.

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“Well foolish people of Zetasin City, it is I once more, Doctor Fat-taur, here to end healthiness wherever I can with a new fiendish plan. As of right now I have hidden several explosive devices within your fine city. Oh, don’t start screaming, I haven’t gotten to the best part yet. Each bomb is filled with a gas guaranteed to put the pound in expound, as I am now expounding onto you that you’ll be breathing in an awful lot of gas that’ll give you a little more than the munchies. So you’d best stock up on plenty of food, as you’re going to need it, ah ha ha ha!”

That message had gone out through every television of Zetasin City. Naturally the populace in a blind panic as they couldn’t trust anything. And among them, an overweight janitor watched a lingering blank screen with a scornful stare. Slipping away into the shadows, he undid his jumpsuit to reveal his strangely cotton-like body. Pulling another zipper, the fat slipped away to reveal bright red and yellow spandex painted across a rippling muscular body. Like the butterfly from a pupa, so did this ordinary janitor pull his ugliness away to reveal Mighty Lion, legendary hero. Applying his eye mask, the transcendent hero leapt into the sky, to many cheers as he zoomed over the skyscrapers towards the coast. Flying low across the waves, Mighty Lion slipped low under the radar towards the island lair of his arch-nemesis. With fist raised, he pierced the tall white structure like a missile, tearing through metal and plaster like whipped cream.

Bursting through into the main chamber of the lair, Mighty Lion appeared in a storm of dust as he levitated before his fiendish foe. “So, from simple tricks to terrorism Fat-taur? I thought you were better than that” the heroic feline declared to his annoyed foe.

“Terrorism is but one more evil Mighty Lion. And you try coming up with an evil scheme on a bi-weekly basis. I can’t use the same tricks after all” the doctor replied a little half-heartedly.

“Well, then, if it’s so hard how about I make it easier then. Tell me where all the bombs are, so I can go collect them and put this whole scheme to rest then” Mighty Lion suggested.

“We could, or perhaps you could not look behind you?” the taur suggested back.

“I’m seriously not so dumb as toOOF!”

Reaching at his neck, Mighty Lion found a canister dart had pierced his neck, the container completely empty. “What did you just…?”

Huffing loudly, the hero’s body trembled as his suit started to get tight, the creases of his muscles starting to fade away from congealed softness. “HA HA! This serum is many times more potent than ANY I’ve used on you yet. Let’s see how your Super Metabolism holds against enough fat to deep-fry a million fish fillets” the doctor boasted.

Mighty Lion grunted loudly as he fattened immensely, his suit creaking as his muscles faded away into pure blubber, his cheeks fattening. That was, until it stopped, and immediately began reversing. “Heh, you’d need enough fat to deep fry two million fish fillets if you want to keep me down” he boasted as steam erupted from his suit thanks to his slim down.

“Yeah, that’s all I got” Fat-taur sighed as he blasted the self-destruct spot.

--Self-destruct initiated--

“Taking your ball again doctor? You really need to develop a new game” Mighty Lion scowled as he flew after his nemesis.

“I want to say something witty here, but screw it. Here’s explosives” Fat-taur answered back as he pressed another remote, detonating the floor around the hero.

Mighty Lion grunted loudly as he shielded his eyes from the blast and smoke. Keeping his muzzle covered, he burst out of the smoke to find the good doctor fleeing into an escape pod. “Next time you mighty asshole!”

And with the doors closed, Mighty Lion’s archenemy fled, his lab about to explode. Looking about wildly, the heroic lion swiftly flew over to the doctor’s computer, and looked through the most recent files. With tremendous luck he found the location of all the bombs, and saved it to a portable drive. Pulling it free, the heroic feline looked to a wall and blasted his way out, his mane flapping in the wind as the lair exploded behind him in a way that would look absolutely wicked on a comic book cover. And with the day saved, Mighty Lion flew back to Zetasin, and to the accolades of the populace.

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“Fools of Zetasin, tis I… again. If you want to know my fiendish plot, then allow me to tell you all, as I usually do. *DRINK OIL* As of right now, this message is sending out a hypnotic suggestion *DRINK OIL* to your feeble minds. *DRINK OIL* Soon you will all feel compelled to guzzle down all the vegetable and other cooking oils you can! *DRINK OIL* Enjoy an unhealthy influx of lipoproteins and essential fats into your life. *DRINK OIL* Doctor Fat-taur out!”

That message had gone out through every television of Zetasin City. Naturally the populace in a blind panic as they couldn’t trust anything. And among them, an overweight janitor watched a lingering blank screen with a scornful stare. Slipping away into the shadows, he undid his jumpsuit to reveal his strangely cotton-like body. Pulling another zipper, the fat slipped away to reveal bright red and yellow spandex painted across a rippling muscular body. Like the butterfly from a pupa, so did this ordinary janitor pull his ugliness away to reveal Mighty Lion, legendary hero. Applying his eye mask, the transcendent hero leapt into the sky, to many cheers as he zoomed over the skyscrapers towards the coast. Flying low across the waves, Mighty Lion slipped low under the radar towards the island lair of his arch-nemesis. With fist raised, he pierced the tall white structure like a missile, tearing through metal and plaster like whipped cream.

Bursting through into the main chamber of the lair, Mighty Lion appeared in a storm of dust as he levitated before his fiendish foe. “You’re really starting to run out of ideas, aren’t you doctor?” he declared with waning scorn.

“I just wanted to see if it could work” Fat-taur shrugged.

“So, what trap are you planning this time? A dart in my back? At fat-inducing ray gun? Hypnosis to make me your loyal servant? Do tell doctor, what will it be today?” the heroic feline questioned.

“Well hypnosis… had I considered that. Ah heh heh heh, uuugghhh. No, you will be fighting my greatest creation, the Psychobot!” the doctor declared, hitting a button on a remote.

Rising up between then, the Psychobot was a… semi-smouldering automaton of slag as Mighty Lion’s laser vision burnt a hole through it.

--Self-destruct initiated--

“When did you?” Mighty Lion questioned as he stared at the spot where the doctor was. It was of course vacant as Fat-taur’s fat taur ass disappeared into the escape pod and bolted without even a word. “Rude” the heroic feline snorted as he went to the computer.

The counter-suggestion was already on-screen. The doctor must’ve still been perusing it. Copying it to a data stick, the hero pulled it free and looked to a wall and blasted his way out, his mane flapping in the wind as the lair exploded behind him in a way that would look absolutely wicked on a comic book cover. And with the day saved, Mighty Lion flew back to Zetasin, and to the accolades of the populace.

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“Citizens of Zetasin City. I am going to make it rain fattening serum. Enjoy.”

That message had gone out through every television of Zetasin City. Naturally the populace was… in a mild panic as they got out of the way of any rain. And among them, an overweight janitor watched a lingering blank screen with a scornful stare. Slipping away into the shadows, he undid his jumpsuit to reveal his strangely cotton-like body. Pulling another zipper, the fat slipped away to reveal bright red and yellow spandex painted across a rippling muscular body. Like the butterfly from a pupa, so did this ordinary janitor pull his ugliness away to reveal Mighty Lion, legendary hero. Applying his eye mask, the transcendent hero leapt into the sky, to many cheers as he zoomed over the skyscrapers towards the coast. Flying low across the waves, Mighty Lion slipped low under the radar towards the island lair of his arch-nemesis. With fist raised, he pierced the tall white structure like a missile, tearing through metal and plaster like whipped cream.

Bursting through into the main chamber of the lair, Mighty Lion appeared in a storm of dust as he levitated before his fiendish foe. “Well, this is kind of creative, but still pretty weak of you Fat-taur” the heroic lion declared.

“Yeah, well, whatever. Rawr, foolish hero, you will not foil my latest plan” Fat-taur sighed. “Not like I can actually make it rain fattening serum.”

“Then why bother scaring the people?”

“I’m a villain?”

“You okay?”

“Sure. So, wanna stand there and let me blast you or dart you… or whatever? …. Nah” Fat-taur sighed as he hit the self-destruct button.

--Self-destruct initiated--

Mighty Lion looked to the computer terminal, and hastily looked through the files. The doctor was right, he hadn’t made any rain-related plans. Even the backups didn’t have anything on it in case he deleted it. With nothing to copy, the hero looked to the escape pod, to find Fat-taur standing before it. “Umm, aren’t you going to escape?” he asked the fat taur.

The doctor was silent as he looked into the velvet interior of the luxury escape pod. “No, seriously doctor, this place is going to explode soon” Mighty Lion insisted.

Fat-taur sighed despondently as he continued to stand there. “SERIOUSLY! This place, is going, to explode!” the heroic feline emphasized.

--Five seconds remaining--

The place about to come down, Mighty Lion blasted a hole in the wall, and grabbed the doctor on his way out, the two flying away as the lair exploded behind them. And instead of turning to the city, the duo were aimed towards a small island. Setting his archenemy down on the sandy beach, the heroic feline grunted in annoyance as he punted a large rock across the ocean. “Mind explaining to me what that was all about?!” he angrily demanded.

“I was thinking” Fat-taur answered.

“About what?!”

“About if it was really worth going into that escape pod to escape and plot another day” the doctor explained as he parked his lower body on the sand, and rested his chubby cheek on his hand.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve gone suicidal on me” Mighty Leon uttered in dismay.

“No, I haven’t” Fat-taur sighed. “It’s just… I can’t do this anymore. All this Saturday morning nonsense, we’ve been doing this for years. YEARS Mighty Lion. And… I think I’ve finally burnt myself out. I’ve expended so much effort, so much mental exertion trying to find ways to torment humanity. And in the end, nothing has amounted for it. Not a single win. But it’s not even that! I don’t care that I’ve won or lost, it’s just that absolutely nothing has come out of it. I have not satisfied my sense of vengeance against a world that’s scorned me, but in the end, I don’t even feel vengeance anymore. I just feel tired.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask actually, what are you trying to get revenge for? People scorning you for being fat?”

“Well, yes, but also because I happen to have two pairs of legs. The whole taur thing happens to deter people” Fat-taur scowled.

“Your choice of name really doesn’t help things y’know?” Mighty Lion pointed out.

“I chose that name as a REMINDER as to why I am here to plague the world in the first place. But I’m tired of being a plague. Tired of being a villain. I just don’t have any more vengeance left to satisfy. I am done with villainy Mighty Lion, I really am” the doctor sighed.

“You’re… quitting being a villain?” the heroic lion questioned.

“Yep.”

“Well…, I… well…” Mighty Lion petered off.

“Aren’t you tired yourself? We’ve had the same routine for about a decade. Don’t you feel the same?” the doctor questioned.

The heroic lion paused, and then he sat next to his hated enemy with his hands around his knees. He sighed sullenly while watching the waves lap against the shore. “Well, not tired, specifically. I mean you’ve been phoning it in for the last year, and people haven’t been terrifically enthusiastic when it comes to the cheering me for beating your lame schemes. Not that I do it for the cheering, of course” he answered.

“So, what do we do now?” Fat-taur questioned. “I’m not your nemesis anymore, so are you going to take me back to pay for my crimes, or what?”

“No” Mighty Lion said as he stared down at his booted feet, which idly tapped on the sand. “Wanna get something to eat? I know a great place that does Italian food” he suggested.

“I’d like that” Fat-taur smiled.

“Alright then. Just hang on” the heroic feline said as he gripped Fat-taur rather firmly around his upper middle, and into the air.

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“Mmm, you’re right, this is pretty good.”

Having gotten cosy in a lovely Italian bistro, the bulk of the customer base had fled in the wake of the villain, while several others kept a wide distance as the taur camped by the tallest table they had. “I told you so. You really need to eat out more” Mighty Lion said between mouthfuls of carbonara.

“It’s somewhat hard to do so when a centauric bulk demands a lot of energy, more than my mouth can fill my stomach with unless I gorge endlessly. My nutrient paste might not be the height of cuisine, but it keeps me going none the less” the doctor said before snarfing on another breadstick.

“Huh, that explains a lot. Although, explain it to me again here: People scorned you for being a taur right? So, are your parents also taurs?” the lion questioned.

“My parents are ordinary, if incredibly accepting and caring mountain lions. I however, was born a complete freak that is physically incapable of wearing two-legged pants” Fat-taur answered while swivelling his fork through his spaghetti bolognaise.

“Well, I wouldn’t say freak. Different yes, but not necessarily a freak” Mighty Lion mumbled awkwardly.

“Oh please, different is basically synonymous with being a freak in our society. Someone has the tiniest, slightest difference from the norm? They’re basically a leper to everyone else. It’s how our world survives; pick on someone else for their flaws so they don’t have to face their own” the doctor expounded.

“Well that is kinda true, uh…. I don’t think I can really, well…. I hope I wasn’t one of those people back then” the heroic lion mumbled shamefully.

“Can’t say for sure, since I’ve met plenty of lions. But it’s not like I blame you for your actions in our battles. You’re the hero, I’m the villain. It’s nature at its finest” Fat-taur stated.

“Well, it’s not like I chose to fight you because you’re, well, you. I did it because I HAVE to stop your villainous-if-interesting schemes” Mighty Lion said.

“Interesting how?” the taur picked up on.

“Well, I mean it’s just your schemes are unusual, being weight-based. I didn’t imply anything by it, if that’s what you’re thinking. I mean you’re creative than some other villains in our world, who just tend to hold people hostage and stuff. You just, like, stick to your guns. That’s kind admirable” the lion stammered.

“I think you’re the first person, well, ever to say that about my work. But I’m not going back to that life now. If anything, I think I just want to go somewhere no one will ever find me, and just read for the rest of my life” Fat-taur mused.

“Well, I’ll admit my life will probably be pretty quiet without you around. You are my only foe after all, and I’d hate to muscle in on anyone else’s fight. Heroes are notoriously pedantic when you muscle in on their nemesis” Mighty Lion remarked.

“You could also retire. I mean you must make a fair bit as a hero right?” the doctor queried.

“HA! You think the government pays me for beating you? All I get is a firm pat on the shoulder with a “Good work Mighty Lion”, then a slap on my butt to shoo me away. All I get is kinda sorta decent wages from my secret identity’s job” the heroic feline snorted.

“Surely the government must do something for you for your services” Fat-taur insisted.

“All I get is one hero suit and a “Cave of Solitude” to keep my hero business in, that’s it. And if I lose the suit or if it’s damaged beyond repair, I have to PAY them to make me a new one. Heck, I even have to pay my own rent for a crappy one bedroom apartment” Mighty Lion scoffed with rising frustration.

“You have my sympathies. Honestly I’d work out my frustrations on a supervillain if I had to put up with crap like that” the taur snorted in agreement.

“It’s not like I took my frustrations out on your per se. I had an abandoned quarry for that.”

“Had?”

“All my interactions found a fresh vein of copper. So I was booted out as the owners of the place now benefit from my stress relief, naturally without even a thank you” Mighty Lion scowled.

“Well, I guess as a hero your reward is “a job well done” eh?” the doctor guessed.

“Yep, basically that. Being a hero is basically like retail. If something goes wrong it’s all your fault, and people only like you while you’re doing something for them” the lion grumbled. “Honestly I’m jealous of you. You detonate your base literally every battle we have, and it’s perfectly reconstructed in a ludicrously short amount of time for the next battle. How do you even have the funds for that?”

“A mix of a sizeable inheritance from my parents and incredibly smart investments that basically amplified it a hundredfold” Fat-taur replied. “With a little stock manipulation on the side” he added under his breath.

“Tch, maybe I should ask for your advice then, cause I seriously am not looking forward to retiring on a cleaner’s salary” the heroic lion sighed.

“Your secret identity is a cleaner?” taur noted.

Mighty Lion’s eyes widened, his mouth twitching. “Crap. Can you uhh, forget that? No one’s supposed to know what I do incognito” he requested.

“I doubt it matters that a ghost knows what you do” Fat-taur smirked.

“Ah, that, that is true Fat-taur.”

“Edmund.”

“What?”

“My name is Edmund” Edmund explained.

“Oh” the heroic feline uttered in surprise. “Huh. It really suits you actually. So is Fat-taur your…?”

“No.”

“I didn’t figure. I just wanted to be sure. Hmm, I think I knew an Edmund once, but he did have two legs… wait, I just realized something” Mighty Lion, well, realized.

“What is that?”

“If you say your big body has a lot of energy needs, how were you the fat kid when you were younger?” the lion inquired.

“I ate my feelings and was incredibly lax, preferring to spend my time reading than playing things like baseball or whatever was hot at the time” Edmund explained.

“And now? I mean, you can control your intake effortlessly. Why are you fat now?” the hero insisted.

“Personal aesthetic. People mocked me for being fat and a taur, so I shall haunt them as one. Truth be told though, I just like being big nowadays. I control my health perfectly, so I have all the cushion for the pushing without worries of a heart attack… umm, are you drooling?” the taur questioned.

Mighty Lion grunted awkwardly as he wiped away some spit from his lips. “Sorry, I just caught sight of the waiter taking out something really delicious through the kitchen window. So uhh, you like being big, huh? That’s quite interesting” he muttered thoughtlessly.

“I guess you don’t have those sorts of talks huh?” Edmund smirked.

“Wh-what kind of talks do you mean?” the lion blushed.

“Talking about a certain person’s… aesthetic choices. Though I imagine you never have to worry much about being big. Your super metabolism has kept you in ridiculously good shape all these years” the doctor praised.

“Yeah, it’s great. Although trying to PUT on weight is incredibly hard, be it fat or muscle. I have literally been the same weight for my entire adult life now, and I can’t get bigger either way because my metabolism burns off extra calories, and my super strength makes it incredibly hard to challenge my body since I could lift a caravan like I’m moving a pillow to look for the remote” Mighty Lion expounded. “These powers might be useful for fighting you, but as everyday life goes, it’s not that great.”

“I can imagine” Edmund nodded as he sipped his water. “So, is all the staring starting to make you feel awkward yet?”

“No, I’m used to it at this point” the lion shrugged as he ignored the onlookers. “If it’s bothering you we can go somewhere else. Since your place is ruined, how bout you come back to mine?” he offered.

“Your apartment?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Well?”

“Umm, sure, might as well see your “Fortress of Solitude” then” Edmund nodded.

“Alright then. Oh by the way, I don’t have my wallet on this suit, sooo” Mighty Lion implied.

“You cheapskate” the doctor grumbled while fishing through his lab coat for his wallet.

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“SO WHERE ARE WE GOING?!” Edmund shouted over the winds.

“OVER THERE!”

Soaring through the air towards a mountain, Mighty Lion landed himself and his former nemesis on a random cliff. “Hidden entrance?” the taur guessed.

“It’s government sanctioned, so of course” Mighty Lion grunted as he pushed a boulder out of the way, revealing said hidden passageway. “Come on in” he offered.

“Don’t mind if I do” Edmund nodded as he strolled through the passage, the boulder being rolled back into place behind them.

The doctor was fairly unimpressed by the low lighting that ran all the way through the humid cave, and out into a large cavern. It was... unremarkable; more like a literal man-cave really, given that it was outfitted with a couch, TV, and two refrigerators. “Did you even use this place at all?” Edmund inquired.

“Superbowl, mostly, and also for escaping my civilian life. It’s really empty since you don’t leave anything behind take home as a trophy” the heroic feline answered.

“Fair call. Leave no evidence was what a former villain told me once” the doctor commented.

“Who said that?”

“Doctor Dementor. He was secretly plotting from the college I went too, so things sort of happened when he influenced me into a life of villainy. It just made sense at the time” Edmund elucidated as he got cozy by the couch.

“Huh, old Doctor D was responsible for your fall huh? If I recall correctly he inspired an awful lot of science-based villains in his lifetime” Mighty Lion said as he pulled a beer from a fridge. “You want?”

“I don’t bother with alcohol” Edmund declined.

“Suit yourself” the hero shrugged as he got cosy on the couch. “Sorry about the couch, I don’t really plan for taurs” he apologized.

“Nobody really does” the doctor snorted and scratched his side.

“Damien, by the way.”

“Your name?”

“Yep” Damien smiled as he removed his face mask and casually tossed it away. “Damien Drae, overweight janitor for some crappy business.”

“To think I thought the government would get you a better job than that” Edmund exclaimed.

“HA! I’m a hero, so like with housing it’s minimum wage for me since people would notice absences in high paying jobs. It’s not like I’d be the top writer for the Daily Kazoo or something like that” the lion grinned.

“You said overweight; do you pad yourself?” the doctor asked.

“I was given a fat suit that doubles as a power suppressor, to avoid destroying anything during my day job. Also to make me unnoticeable to the general public, since hey, does anyone notice the disappearance of a fat janitor? Certainly not as much as a taur” Damien stated as he guzzled his beer.

“Yeesh, it sounds more like your handlers are against you more than with you” Edmund commented sullenly.

“You have NO idea Edmund. Do you wanna know what else they do? They MICROCHIP us heroes. Every single one of us is implanted with a tracking chip in the back of our necks so they know where are at all times, and to shock us if we go rogue. Can you believe that?” the heroic feline complained.

“Sounds like you’re their attack dogs, rather than actual people” the doctor said with disgust.

“Tell me about it. I wanted to get into heroism out of a desire to help people, but all the red tape has just made it an unpleasant, restraining experience. You villains have it so much better than us. You can do whatever you like, say whatever you like, and never have to worry about any kind of official getting mad at you for crashing a bus” Damien grumbled and crushed his empty beer can.

“Well, we do have a sort of unspoken villain code to not perform certain travesties against humanity, but otherwise you are very much correct” the doctor had to admit. “Did you actually crash a bus?”

“Once, okay? ONCE! And it was a no-win scenario since otherwise it was going to hit a train! But oh no, clearly causing minor harm is totally out of line compared allowing wild-scale havoc to occur” Damien complained as he fished another beer from the fridge.

“I think I heard about that in the paper. The press wasn’t kind to you, if I recall correctly” Edmund recollected.

“It’s like I told you man, being a hero is a lot like working in retail” the lion whined as he crashed back on the couch. “They’re all smiles when things are going right, but if one thing is out of line it’s like the end of the god damn world” he testily added and crushed his can, spraying beer all over himself.

“Are you okay?” the doctor queried.

“Yeah,” Damien sighed sadly, “yeah I’m cool”.

Sitting on the barest edge of the couch, the feline gripped at the zipper on the back of his suit and pulled it down, his golden fur cooling in the air. Slipping his torso free, the taur raised a brow at the plump middle his former enemy was packing. “Huh.”

“What? This?” the lion grinned as he rubbed his gut. “Just something I’ve been working on for a while” he boasted.

“It’s nice” the doctor idly answered back while inspecting an empty beer can.

“Wanna touch it?”

“Excuse you?”

“You heard me” Damien smirked as he crept along the couch, sitting on the armrest with his belly outstretched. “You like bigness don’t you? Then why not give this a feel?”

“How strong is this beer?” Edmund exhaled while inspecting the nutritional value.

“Go awn, don’t you want too?” the lion giggled.

The doctor thought for a quick moment, and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Alright” he answered.

Using only one hand, the taur swiftly analysed the softness and texture of Damien’s middle. It was soft, but you could already tell his abs were fighting to get back to the surface. Truth be told it could be something beautiful given plenty of effort. “Hmm, five out of ten” the doctor prescribed.

“Aww, only that huh? Guess I should try harder then” the lion considered.

“I suppose so” Edmund said in a detached way.

“Wanna watch some TV?”

“I don’t really watch it” the taur shrugged.

“Alright then” the lion exhaled and fetched a six-pack of cans.

“So, is this your life? Work a crappy job, then come home to television and beer to waste away your life between the short moments you fight me?” Edmund inquired.

“Pretty much” Damien begrudgingly admitted and downed a can in one go.

“Why not indulge a hobby?”

“The fat suit makes it super awkward to do anything, I swear it was deliberately designed to be cumbersome” the lion grumbled and downed another can in one go, his belly slowly bulging outwards.

“I’d say ease up on the booze to avoid bloating, but with your body that probably won’t be an issue” Edmund mused.

“Yep” Damien grunted back.

“Do you ever try reading? There are plenty of novels you could enjoy” the doctor recommended.

“I tried reading, but my attention span doesn’t quite work that way. I try to focus too hard and I just end up zoning out. I ended up wasting half an hour avoiding reading a book rather than actually reading it” the feline exclaimed.

“I see.”

“It’s just not for me. Really, the only enjoyment I’ve managed in my life is wasting it on TV and dealing with you” Damien stated.

“Dealing with me?” the doctor scowled.

“Ugh, not in that way. Thwarting you, does that make you feel better?” the lion huffily asked.

“I was just teasing you Damien, do relax” Edmund told his… friend?

“Oh. It’s hard to tell with you, since you can be really dry sometimes” the feline said as he finished off his six-pack. “UUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!!!”

“Excuse you” the taur disdainfully said.

“Excuse me” Damien repeated as he settled back into his chair, both hands rubbing his rather potent beer belly.

“They sure hit you hard huh?”

“Yeah, but they’re pretty good” the lion yawned.

“Why don’t you hang out with other heroes, if you’re so bored” the doctor queried.

“Eh, all the other heroes tend to talk about themselves a lot, plus they’re really paranoid. I invite them over or ask if I can visit their secret base and they ask “why”. And this is the new heroes too, the ones on a year or two in. I’m a freaking veteran and they treat me like I’m their arch-nemesis or something” Damien drunkenly whined.

“Perhaps they’re worried you’ll muscle in on their turf. You ARE a veteran after all, so it’s possible you’d show them up as a superior hero” Edmund theorized.

“Oh sure I would, sure I would. But it’s not like I’m some attention whore desperate for everyone to look at me all the time. I can easily share glory with people, but noooo. They want all the glory for themselves. It’s I brought down the Befuddler, not WE took down the Befuddler with them” the lion said and sank into his couch. “The world freaking sucks now. I wish I could have lived in the golden age of heroes, back when it was all about the battle and doing what’s right. Now it’s just all about who can get the most Instagram hits with their battle selfies. UGH! I HATE being a hero so much sometimes.”

“Why not quit then?”

“Because people needed protecting from you. Not like that matters anymore, since you’re going to disappear, and I’ll have no one anymore until a new villain starts up, and who knows how long that’ll take. And even then it’ll be so easy I’ll best him in no time each time. We had something good, we really did. Why did you have to go and get existential? You were the only good thing in my life” Damien sombrely uttered, drunken tears in his eyes.

“You really think so?” Edmund inquired, his ears perking up.

“Oh totally. Fighting you was the best, back when you were having really creative schemes and plans before you lost your spark. God, the amount of times you tried to force weight gain on me, some of those were super creative, and you tried so hard to make it work too. But then you just went with the boring bots that I melted in a second flat. I only did that because the robots were boring! Soooooo boooooooooring! *Sighs* Why are you leaving me Edmund? We had something good” the feline sobbed.

“That’s the alcohol fuelling those emotions, but I’m leaving because I want something better for my life. Maybe it was sudden, but it sounds like it’s time for you to decide on what you want as well” the doctor coolly replied.

“I just want this moment to last forever” Damien said quietly. “Can you rub my belly? This bloat is getting pretty tight on me.”

“Certainly” Edmund acquiesced.

Reaching out a friendly paw, the taur gently rubbed a circle around the lion’s bloated middle, the tautness very apparent to him as he gave Damien a soothing rub. “Yeah, that’s nice” the lion said as his eyelids fell.

“Yes, yes it is” the doctor smiled darkly as the heroic feline fell into a drunken slumber. “It most certainly is~”

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Oh god, how much had he drunk last night? His head was pounding, and yet his body felt like it was floating despite being heavier than a brick. Groaning, Mighty Lion’s heavy eyelids forcefully rose, a bunch of smudges in his wake. “Where… where am I?” he mumbled.

“Ah, good morning Mighty Lion~”

“Ed… Edmund?”

“The one and only” the doctor replied smugly.

Groaning in his post-buzz haze, the heroic feline could barely make out what appeared to be something like a lab around him, or maybe a garage. It was hard to determine some smudges. “God my head” the lion groaned as he tried to rub his eyes, but a problem presented itself. “What the?”

Looking to the left, the hazy Mighty Lion could seem to make out some kind of bonds around his wrists. Struggling against it, he felt weaker than a baby. “What? What happened to my… powers?” he slurred.

“One second please.”

The smudge that was the good doctor moved to his side, and the lion winced as something sharp penetrated his neck, and then the world snapped back into focus like the clouds of his mind clearing. Seeing clearer than ever, Mighty Lion immediately realized that he was indeed in a lab, and that he was tied to a rack. And that the bonds around his wrists were made of…. “My fat suit?!” he exclaimed in surprise.

“Correct. I found a spare in your secret hideout” Fat-taur explained. “IIIIII might have fashioned it into a bar of wristbands to keep your many powers in check.”

“You… UGH! I can’t believe this! You’ve tricked me so hard right now haven’t you? UGH! I should have known better than to trust you” Mighty Lion said in disbelief. “To think I was so idiotic as to believe in you. To let you get close, to let you know my secret identity and Kryptonite. Tch, once a villain, always a villain huh Fat-taur?!”

“Oh no, I was completely sincere when I said I was done with villainy” Edmund answered sincerely. “You’re only like this because you move about in your sleep, and I needed you still so I could remove this” he continued, revealing a small baggie with a chip in it.

“Is… is that the?”

“The microchip your overlords implanted in you? Well, no, I’ve already planted that on a migrating swallow. This is just a random computer chip just to accentuate the flourish of the act” the doctor explained.

“Migrating swallow?”

“That is correct. As far as your government is concerned, you are randomly flying about on a swallow’s migratory path, and are most likely being highly confusing to them right now. But as far as you’re concerned, you’re completely off the grid” Edmund boasted proudly.

“I… I really don’t understand. Why are you doing this? We’re enemies!” Damien exclaimed.

“Not anymore Damien. See, for the longest time I was utterly fuelled by a need for vengeance. I WANTED to make people suffer for my mistreatment. I WANTED them to pay for treating me like crap because I was different. But over time my desires burned away, and all I felt was a hollow void. It’s taken me a very long time, way longer than I should have taken to realize my need for vengeance is utterly gone. I was just going through the motions trying to force something utterly irrelevant to me. So, I want to just isolate myself, so I can finally be happy and myself for once. No vengeance, no anger against society, just me and a whole library of novels” the doctor explained.

“That still doesn’t explain at all why you removed my chip” the lion pointed out.

“Simple, it’s so simple really. Damien, I want you to join me in dropping off the face of the earth” Edmund offered.

“WHA?!”

“It’s surprising yes, but, it makes so much sense to me. Too much sense to me. Without my obsession for vengeance, something else had to take its place. And last night, I know what replaced it. You, Damien. You’re my obsession now” the taur uttered with full sincerity.

“Again, wha?”

“Oh, don’t act coy little lion” Edmund smirked. “Don’t act coy at all. I know exactly what I mean, and you do too. You made your intentions abundantly clear yesterday.”

“My… intentions? Look Edmund, I don’t know what you believe, but you shouldn’t look too deeply into what I do when drunk” the feline insisted.

“Didn’t I say you shouldn’t act coy?” the doctor repeated as he stood in front of the bound lion. “I knew exactly what was going on yesterday, perfectly so since you asked me out on what was essentially a date. And I must say that your plan was interesting, just like mine were, aren’t they? Very interesting for our shared interest.”

“Sh-shared interest? Look Edmund, you’re reading too deeply into this” Damien implored.

“Maybe, but it doesn’t change what I saw!”

“And what did you see?”

“A hero that happened to enjoy the lardier side of things” Edmund smirked.

“I… I uhhh” the lion stammered.

“Oh come on Damien, how are you this in denial? You were so transparent with me about it back at your cave. You were real proud of that belly of yours, weren’t you? Still, I find it funny how someone with super metabolism could even develop a beer gut. Unless, of course, they forced it with something, since a natural belly wouldn’t be so taut, or have such highly noticeable stretchmarks on the sides. So what could it be? Oh, I think I know” the taur declared and revealed an empty beer can.

Damien stared at it intently, but remained silent. “Remarkable beer, this brand. Pretty good alcohol content, but more interestingly was that it possessed ten times the calories of your typical beer. Quite interesting, isn’t it? Having such an overload, even a super metabolism could be overwhelmed, even for a little while, couldn’t it? And you were so proud of it too; proud enough that you were every so eager to show it off. If I didn’t know better, which I do because I’m a genius, I would think you were actually trying to impress me. That is honestly really adorable” the doctor continued with his ramble.

“I wasn’t doing that at all!”

“You were too earnest to NOT be trying to impress me, but then, of course you were trying to impress me, given you’re actually pretty envious of my bulk, aren’t you? Have been for a long time actually, haven’t you?” Edmund smirked.

“What?”

“I have many sensors in my bases, several of which can read certain biochemical levels. I use it mostly to keep track of my intake, but there has been a lot of use in reading your levels whenever you invaded. I was constantly baffled by your routinely raised dopamine levels whenever we were face to face. I honestly thought it was just because of the thrill of battle, at least, it was just that. But your levels remained high even during my less than enthusiastic times. You were clearly bored, but something still excited you, didn’t it? You were excited at the prospect of seeing me again, weren’t you? And that was the case all throughout our date, given that once again, your dopamine was raised the whole time we were together. Heh, I can’t believe I never noticed any of this until I got to spend a day and a night with you. And I can’t believe I never noticed how I felt until I did so” the taur chuckled in disbelief of his own naiveté.

“Look man, this whole theory of yours sounds really interesting, but I really don’t get… don’t get… ooooo~”

Damien’s face turned red as Edmund undid his labcoat, letting his heavy gut hang free. It was exactly as thick and soft as he thought it would be. And then, the doctor pressed it against the lion’s, their bodies rubbing about. “We both get it” the doctor whispered passionately.

Breathing hard, Edmund kissed his most hated enemy on the lips, the hero resisting not one bit in the most bizarre fit of passion. If anything, Damien just desperately wanted to cop a feel of those pudgy sides and pinch them hard. Slipping away, their breath hung in the air as the obese taur gently rubbed the feline’s cheek. “You really are my obsession now” he fondly uttered.

The lion was silent as he hung on the rack, his eyes down on the ground in thought. “Oh yeah” Edmund said.

Pressing a button on a remote, Damien’s bonds undid themselves, allowing him to fall to the ground. “Thanks” he grunted as he staggered over to a nearby bench, and sat on it. “This is still damn crazy Edmund. You go on this huge sphiel about my interests, then kiss me. Are you out of your mind?”

“I am very much sane Damien. You are what has claimed my thoughts and my interests, and if I’m to disappear forever, I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t at least offer you the chance to join me. I mean, please, as your long time former foe, can you at least be honest here? You DO like fat right? You can’t have done what you did last night for no reason, right? Because I can really help you see the heftier side of things. I’ve already engineered a formula to supress your powers for however long we need. I have my years of research on weight gain. I could make you a hundred pounds heavy, or two hundred, or a tonne!” the doctor insisted desperately.

“Umm.”

“Yes?”

“What uhh, what about two-hundred thousand?” Damien asked with a small, bashful smile.

“I could make it two million if you wanted” Edmund said with relief.

“Heh, I guess I can’t pull the wool over the eyes of my genius archenemy huh?” the lion chuckled. “But, you’re right, about a lot of things. The moment I saw you the first time you threatened the world, I knew I wanted to be the hero to stop you. I felt it was me doing my job, but at the same time, I felt something else. I didn’t really get it until way later, but there was something about you I truly liked. I never really got it until we got used to each other to the point of routine, and yet I was still excited to see you every time. Honestly, I’m incredibly envious of you, or anyone else’s ability to gain weight freely. I always look like a lightweight bodybuilder, and I’m stuck like that. But you, you look so great the way you are, choosing to stick to such a hefty build. And you got to be that by choice too. I don’t get to choose” the lion despondently bemoaned.

“But now you DO have a choice” the doctor answered with his front paws gently rubbing at the feline’s shoulders.

“Yeah, I guess I do, don’t I. Abandon my life as a hero, and my crappy job, and be with my hated enemy in some unknown location for the rest of my life” Damien said with a straight-face.

“Sounds like a fair trade. I mean, I can change your weight to whatever you want, or we can take turns even. The sky’s the limit for us” the taur earnestly said.

“Yeah, that is true” the lion chuckled as he rubbed at the paw on his shoulder.

“Would a freebie help you decide?” Edmund inquired.

“Freebie?”

“Yeah. I’ll show you the sublime joy of really gaining weight and being large” the taur promised.

“Hmm.”

“Come on, don’t make me beg Damien” Edmund begged.

“Heh, alright” Damien grinned.

“Excellent” the doctor excitedly said as he pulled a hose from the probe above them. “Now, I won’t use the shot since you have the bands on, so just relax and enjoy this, okay?”

“Umm, sure?”

“Excellent” Edmund said and shoved the hose into the lion’s mouth.

With a flick of a switch the machinery ignited, and a thick fluid sluiced through the clear piping. Damien breathed calmly as the paste inched closer to his muzzle, but it did nothing to ease his rapidly beating heart once the flavourless goop poured into his mouth and throat. Gulping slowly, the fluid glooped down his throat to his stomach and lower. His body started to feel a little toasty as excess nutrients spread throughout his body, building in his middle. Smiling with excitement, Damien rubbed at his slowly softening middle, his abs fading away beneath his super suit as the fabric got that familiar tightening feeling again. But this time, it was very much welcomed as he bloated gradually, an extra pair of paws gleefully rubbing at his almost pinchable sides. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Edmund purred.

The lion nodded slowly and tilted his head back, his crown resting on the taur’s belly as he drank in his growth, and the paste causing it. Good lord it felt great to have his gut get properly soft rather than bloated, and to really stretch out his leggings with properly thick legs. Calves and thighs he could really be proud of as they stretched out the lycra, while his, well, rear really tested the durability of the seat. It was starting to get plenty comfortable sitting on such a cushy pair of beanbags; heh, beanbags, that’s a good way to describe his budding moobs as they grew visible through the fabric. And in spite of the doctor’s constant vigil, Damien just had to grope himself a little, just to get a feel for his plushness. He was just so dang comfy like this, almost like it was natural to him. Yeah, natural. Getting some extra cushion for the pushin’ as they say. “Mmm” he sighed happily as his friend rubbed gentle circles around his soft middle, with an extra few rubs for his love handles as well.

The lion certainly was quite the lush Edmund had to admit, and it was so thrilling to see him enjoy it so much. Plus, it was pretty endearing to see his lips curled into such a happy little smile as his cheeks puffed up with subtle blubber, and his chiselled chin became soft and smooth like polished marble. He was carrying the weight well, given that his thick belly was starting to gain some real mass to it. Already a foot outwards, and still eagerly growing as the outflow increased to keep the pace. He was such a cute little round dumpling, and well, the taur couldn’t help but squeeze those sides, his powerful front legs digging into a good inch of thick flab. “Sorry” he apologized in the wake of the scornful look he received though, most likely from squeezing perhaps a bit too hard.

Moderating himself, the doctor relented to just rubbing the fat feline’s gut as it tested the durability of his super suit to the extreme. The thing was surprisingly durable as it stretched and creaked to contain his thick expansiveness, and yet still perfectly contorted to his notable features. His chest had just gained that lovely pillowy quality to them, and were settling nicely above his overhanging gut. Good lord he was getting so thick and heavy wasn’t he? So lovely indeed, and warm too. Damien utterly relished in the feeling of being so soft and squishy, like he was surrounded in a comfy blanket. But it was all him; this was what it felt like to be fat, and it was outstanding. He couldn’t even get his arms all around that belly of his, except by hugging it as hard as he could, his arms sinking into the expanse that was he. It was exciting, all so exciting. His fattening tail couldn’t help but wag eagerly above his plump rump out of sheer eagerness for more. But wait, why wasn’t anything else coming out? Sucking at the pipe, Damien found it tapped dry. Pulling it free, he looked scornfully at the taur. “What gives?”

“I did say it was a freebie, didn’t I? Just a taste of what’s to come. So, how does it feel hero?” Edmund purred.

Hugging at his gut, Damien already knew the answer to it. He was so darn hefty now, and jiggly too. His belly kept dancing and wobbing about every time he made a slight movement. And it hung nicely over his hips and groins. And it was nice and firm too, with barely any creases except along the side. This gut, this belly, it was just like the sort he saw online. And his sides, well, they were soft, and his rear, his balloon-like rear. His thick arms and legs, puffy cheeks, two chins. Well, there was only one thing he could say: “It feels amazing” he admitted.

Grinning, Edmund lowered his upper body to the lion’s ear. “Then what do you say? Join me in oblivion for the rest of the days, enjoying our company and only our company~”

“I think you already know the answer to that doctor.”

“Wonderful~”

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“It has been a year now, and there have still been no sightings of famed superhero Mighty Lion or his archenemy Doctor Fat-taur. The authorities are still currently searching, but it still seems unlikely that they will be able to locate the duo anywhere in the world, if it is even possible to locate them.”

Fat chance of that, given that they searched by land, sea, and air. But of course such shallow-minded people would never think to search below the land and sea. Not that anyone knew that Doctor Fat-taur possessed a secret underground lair, since it was secret, so of course they wouldn’t know about it. Ah duh!

But that was how it was meant to be, for both villain and hero. Speaking of the former, he was happily reclining on a positively enormous fur carpet, his legs in the air as he settled down with a good book. “Hey sweetie?” a deep voice boomed.

“Mmm?” Edmund mumbled back.

“I’m hungry” the voice declared.

“It has been five minutes hasn’t it?” the doctor laughed as he pulled a remote out and pressed it, the roar of machinery igniting behind him.

The carpet he lay upon wobbled violently, the taur sinking into the mass slowly as he continued to read his book, in spite of the carpet growing around him. Oh wait, that wasn’t carpet. Pulling far back, it became quite clear what he lay upon: The former Mighty Lion, once a paragon of might, had become a colossal mass of blubber. His belly didn’t so much glide across the floor of the large room as it did flood it with tonnes upon tonnes of blubber, all of it spilling between his gargantually bloated legs, his tiny feet hanging in the air utterly useless for walking. And that’s not to say the same for his arms, as in spite of their massiveness, they still managed to heave themselves up to scratch his incredibly fat face, the lion’s cheeks big enough to hold enough food to last the winter and his chins utterly lost around the tyre formed from his torso merging with his neck. But strangely, a pipe was nowhere to be seen around his mouth, but then, it wouldn’t be, would it? No, that honour went to the bus-sized ass he rested upon and congealing behind him, each cheek requiring their own parking space as an industrial-sized rubber hose slunk right between them, feeding the feline with gallons upon gallons of fattening paste that made his entire bulk ripple and jiggle as he expanded outwards in all directions. “And how about a little sugar as well?” Damien burbled loudly as he enjoyed his meal.

“Heh, if you insist” the taur chuckled.

Rolling about onto his front, Edmund took slow, tentative steps as he climbed his beloved’s flabby form, his legs sinking all the way to the knees as he ascended the lion. He knew he was safe once he passed the mattresses passing for moobs, and he was level with the wide face of the hero who had thwarted him for years. The taur gently stroked one very fat cheek lovingly, before giving Damien a warm-hearted kiss, the lion returning with a little bit of tongue action as well. “Ease up now, it’s my paste you should be eating, not me” Edmund teased.

In spite of his immense plump face, Damien still managed a cocky smile. “It’s just because you’re so sweet, I can’t help myself” he joked.

The taur chuckled as he got cozy on the fat shelf of his partner’s chest and shoulders, his arm wrapped lovingly around the greater part of his fat head. “Any regrets?” Edmund inquired.

“None” Damien grinned proudly.

“I didn’t think so” the doctor smiled fondly. “I didn’t think so at all~”

“Because you’re the genius huh?” the lion chuckled.

“You know it hun” the taur proudly claimed.

“And that’s what I love about you~<3”

“And that there is why I love you too~<3”

“Love me enough to increase the flow?”

“Oh, alright~”