Mt Lady (Patreon)

Gentlemen, behold!

I was inspired by the new Mt Lady blob DarkFireBallz posted

“Of course, when I’m alone on lookout, I-I get some villain attackin’ me! Blowin’ up like a damn balloon, and if I shrink down I’m never shedding a kilo!” Mt. Lady grumbled as she tried to move. Her body resisted every command, only exhausting her and setting off a fit of jiggling.

Usually, the giant heroine stuck to the city for any chance of juicy publicity, but she saw her popularity in rural areas was stagnating. What better to do than drop in for a visit and boost those numbers? Plus, it was refreshingly easy to patrol at her full size out in the boonies.

No tall buildings to block the view of her, and she didn’t have to worry about crushing as much underfoot.

The downside was that she couldn’t see through the forest canopy, which let a villain get the drop on her. What surprised her more than the attack was its effect on her.

A blinding flash of light followed by bloating and sudden, intense weight. When Mt. Lady’s vision cleared, she saw herself living up to her namesake far too accurately.

Her body had become massively obese, her belly stretching out in front of her just as much as her head was from the ground. Her sides stretched outward and sloped down in sagging rolls and mounds of fat.

There was so much to look at and take in. Mt Lady’s eyes dashed around until she was overcome with dizziness.

Her head was surrounded by fat. Her cheeks rose to either side of her face in hill-sized accumulations of fat. This funneled her vision forward, where she counted a descending row of chins. Her true chin was buried under a fist-sized knob of pudge, followed by a roll larger than her face. That roll was then dwarfed by one more than twice its size, which seemed to be a trend. Each chin was larger, flabbier, and sagged further than the last. She could see four of them, but in reality she had six.

Her arms were buried to the point of being unrecognizable. Only their position on her blobby body identified them, and the miraculous survival of her hero costume provided a color guide. The white fabric stretched over her shoulders and upper arms, encompassing the bunched-up fat above and the low, sagging flab below. Her forearms were a lumpy mass covered in purple with no sign of where her hands could be.

Perhaps because of her height, Mt Lady’s front sloped noticeably before the fat piled on itself. This was especially evident with her breasts as they retained none of their former perk. Each drooped heavily until her belly gave them something like a stable platform. Still, they followed the curve of her stomach, rolling more toward the sides than staying pressed together.

To be fair, just one of her breasts seemed as large as a city block, certainly larger than a single-family home.

Her belly was divided in three. The lower portion was the thickest, split into left and right lobes with a valley-like cleft between them. Atop these lobes was a flabby sheet of belly fat, the same mass that her breasts rested upon. This entire mass of belly fat was so large that three of her former selves could have lain atop it. It was a mountain of blubber, something that shouldn’t have ever been. Even if the heroine had been overweight, she doubted her stomach could ever have reached this size naturally.

“This is terrible for my optics.” Mt Lady groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. ‘I just hope there’s no one with a good camera out here…’

Move, she would need to move soon. Even without paparazzi nearby, she could likely be seen for miles and miles.

Mt Lady tried to move her legs. There was no way for her to see where her feet were, but it felt impossible to feel where they were. Her legs were misshapen lumps and mounds of fat. It was like blubber had to fight for its place, resulting in a lack of form. As she wiggled, she felt her heels dig into her. There was so much of her that it was hard to tell which mound corresponded to which part of her form.

Mt Lady wiggled her feet with more vigor, resulting in her heels snapping and her feet tearing free of her costume.

Perhaps that was for the best?

That removal let her wiggle her feet more easily, despite the thick fat around them. She could feel the ground beneath, surprisingly cool. Her weight had compressed the topsoil and pulverized any rocks, making it a uniform texture.

“How do I do this?” Mt. Lady murmured. She tried to push back, but her heels dug deeper into the ground. “What the? I didn’t budge an inch!” She grumbled, then shifted her weight forward. The soles of her feet pushed down, and she managed to push her bulk forward.

Just as expected, her front resisted this. The far rolls of her belly dragged against the ground, adding friction to the already immense weight. This mixture of pushing and dragging sent ripples through the mass of belly fat. Rolls quivered and bounced against each other, while the peaks of mounding fat wobbled like disturbed jello.

Mt Lady managed a few steps before she stopped. Her thighs ached fiercely, and she was out of breath.

“Wait…” Mt Lady wheezed out. “Something feels off.” She tried to figure out what that was, though. She had been so focused on pushing her gut forward that she hadn't noticed the strange sensation behind her. “It’s like something behind me is-“

My Lady struggled to turn her neck. All of her face flab resisted this, but eventually her eyes spotted something beyond the curve of her cheek.

She balked at the view. The pale flesh of her cheek curved and wrapped around the back of her head, and there were a few additional rolls she loathed to identify as her neck.

Beyond that was the staggering view. A sharp, upward curve with the same color as her jumpsuit.

“What the hell happened to my ass?!” Mt Lady shrieked, the sound echoing over the surrounding mountains and hills.

“Seriously! SERIOUSLY! SERIOUSLY!” She all but bellowed. “How is my ass fatter than the rest of me?!”

Regrettably, it was undeniable. Mt. Lady saw the curve of her ass ascend additional hundreds of feet above her head. The curve rose and rose before gradually arching to a peak nearly twice the height of her head from the ground.

She didn’t know how far her butt reached behind her, but she was suddenly aware of the bulk and mass behind her. No concrete answer existed in her head, but the imaginary figure tortured her nonetheless.

If her arms had the capability, she would have buried her face in her hands.

“Ugh, that damn villain. They turned me into Mt. Fat Lady, nestled in the shadow of her titanic Mount Everest butt cheeks!” She bit her thick lower lip. Part of her wanted to slam her feet against the ground. ‘Hopefully the shockwaves would hit that bastard…but there’s no telling what else I’d destroy.’ She groaned and leaned her face against her right cheek.

Had she been her usual size, this movement would have more accurately been tilting her head so it rested on her shoulder. Unfortunately, she had hill-sized cheeks on both sides of her head, and those now constantly rested on bulky shoulders buried in fat.

Mt. Lady heaved a deep sigh and let her feet slide outward. Soon they were lifted from the ground and cushioned upon her lower leg fat. “I can’t handle this right now. Maybe a quick power nap will help? A bit of beauty sleep.” She murmured, no longer caring about being seen.

‘Maybe I can spin this as a new trend.’ She mused. ‘That or wait for the villain to come back and gloat. Then smash ‘em. Either or.’