"Daten City; a town filled with ladies of all shapes and sizes. However, if they had their druthers, they'd all be the same size: skinny. Throughout the ages, mankind has created diets to further this cause. And by mankind, I mean other women. The closer they can get to resembling stage four cancer patients, the better."
"Garterbelt, are you monologuing again?" Strife asked as he walked past the Afro Priest. The Gunslinging Nephilim was out of his armor, revealing pale skin littered with all kinds of scars. He also didn't have his helmet on, revealing a rather handsome young face with a Glasgow scar on the left side of his face exposing the left side of his jaw but not deterring his handsomeness (Also, in case you were wondering, his scars look like Vash the Stampede's scars).
"Yeah, I was, because it's the nature of this current chapter that's happening and also because the author of this story has a damn fetish for big belly-booty girls." Strife rolled his eyes as he raided the fridge, took a can of beer, popped the tab and chugged the entire thing in a few gulps.
"As long as I can shoot some ghosts in the end, I'm fine with it." Strife muttered, crushing the can against his forehead and throwing it in the nearby trash can as Garterbelt scoffed in response.
Meanwhile, a certain sexy gothic angel was currently eating her usual supply of daily sweets. She was currently biting into a large Swiss Roll.
"MMM! Yummy~! I wanna make dessert babies with you! You were so worth the two-hour-long wait, my dear Swiss Roll! I would rub you all over my body if it weren't for the yeast. I swear I would!" Death walked in, having finished taking a shower in Stocking's bathroom since Panties was...less than pleasing on the eyes. He was finished putting his mask back on as Stocking snuck a longing look, always wondering what Death looked like without his mask.
"I see you're enjoying your...treats?" The Reaper asked as Stocking giggled in response. Chuck tried to get at some of her sweets but she juggled him in the air with a few kicks before launching him into a trash can as the words 'SLAM DUNK' appeared out of nowhere in big blue letters.
"Tut, tut, my darling rat-dog! Try to steal my sweets again and I'll be having Chuck-Pot Pie." Stocking said in a sickeningly sweet tone while Death could only have a look of pity for the poor suffering Imp. Soon, Panty walked in, having finished a morning jog with War behind her, who had been busy training with his sword. The Blonde was currently singing a small swing tune as she wiggled her hips to the beat.
"My legs are wide with the stride of the tide, stay on your back while I slip on my pack and bounce after I pee!" War sighed at the rather obtuse wording of the perverted Angel's self-made singing. Panty suddenly smelt the sweet aroma of Stocking's desserts and cringed in annoyance.
"Ugh, why does it smell like a Unicorn let one in here?"
"What are you even eating Stocking? More of those ridiculous pastries?" War asked as he set his sword down beside the closet where the other Horsemen settled their weapons.
"Don't be so sour, War. At least you don't have to worry like how Panty does." Stocking said slyly while taking another bite as she was left with her thoughts on Death as she enjoyed her sweets. Ever since he and the other Horsemen had arrived in Daten City, it was love at first sight for the Gothic Angel. The Reaper himself had also been thinking of Stocking lately and he hated to admit it out loud, but he had grown attached to her. Her wit and level-headedness impressed him and her skills in battle were nothing to shirk at either.
"She truly is an interesting person...Not unlike any other of the female kind that I have met." He thought. Later on, he was sparring with his siblings in the yard as Death's mind was still preoccupied on Stocking. He also had been thinking about her love of sweets and how she could potentially gain weight...oddly, the visions of her gaining weight made her look more cute, with pinchable jowls and a big marshmallowy belly that would be heavenly to rest your head on. Death felt an odd sensation in his body as he tried to overlook those thoughts.
"OI!" Strife shouted as Death noticed the second-oldest of the four ready to fire a Charge Shot from Mercy and Redemption and quickly crossed his scythes to block the attack.
"Brother, you never let yourself get distracted, what troubles you?" Fury asked as Death sighed and sheathed his scythes.
"It is Stocking...I believe that she has piqued my interest..." Strife smirked behind his helmet. Since he knew about relationships the most with his time knowing humans, he could already tell what Death was feeling.
"It's LOOOOOOOOVE~" The Gunslinger teased as Death sighed and walked back to the Church but not before punching his brother for his remark, the force sending Strife flying into a nearby tree and being lodged in there.
Stocking blushed as she watched this from the window of her bathroom. She felt her heart flutter at the thought of Death sharing her feelings but pushed them aside for the time being to look through her sweets catalog.
"Oh yeah, that's so good! Belgian chocolate cake with chocolate fondant at Angel House Bakery? Talk dirty to me, sweet angel of Saccharine! Hey, that looks like it might actually be close by!" As she was reading, she suddenly felt a jiggle when she touched her side and froze up in shock, breaking into a cold sweat as several bad thoughts flowed through her head at once. She got out of the tub and stepped on the scale and to her horror, the arrow moved to the chubby bunny symbol.
"I'm a fatty...?" The poor Goth whimpered fearfully, unsure of how to feel but mostly worried about the fact that the one she had feelings for would reject her for her new weight gain.
Next early morning, Fury was busy training with Scorn when she saw Stocking come back in a dark grey tracksuit. It looked like she had just been jogging recently. The Sole Female Horsemen looked confused as to why Stocking was exercising so suddenly, sure she often sparred with her and the other Horsemen but she usually was busy doing her usual thing. Fury's concern grew when she saw Stocking outright ignoring the sweets she'd usually enjoy.
"I HATE THIS MOMENT! BAD!" Fury then heard from Stocking's room and her worry for her comrade grew direr. Later in the afternoon, Stocking was reading one of her magazines while secretly wearing a weight loss vibrator band. She turned it off when she heard Panty come in along with War, both carrying multiple small boxes.
" I'm back from rockin' out with my cock out!"
"Must you word it like that?" War said flatly.
"Get this shit, some dude just came up to me and thrust his package in my face!" Panty said, gesturing to the boxes she was lugging.
"I almost puked on him because it looked like a bunch of sweet treats, but I took it just in case it was full of some sweet meats if you know what I'm sayin'." The Blonde said as Stocking paid her words no heed, just trying to focus on her magazine.
"Uh-Huh, Cool!" The Goth Angel said, trying to divert attention away from herself. Panty placed the boxes down and opened one of them up only to cringe at the sight of several different pastries.
"Ugh, I knew it! It's sweet shit! Sorry, those pedophile moves don't work on me anymore! Stocking, how do you do it? I can actually feel my ass dimpling!" War rolled his eyes but both he and Panty noticed that Stocking still wasn't paying attention to them.
"Uh, chica? Did you hear me? What the fuck's a fondant anyway? It looks like plastic! You take 'em. They're from Angel House, that place everyone's getting their nipples hard over." Panty said louder, trying to get Stocking to notice.
"No thank you! I have no interest in things of that nature!" Stocking said hastily as Panty and War looked gobsmacked, she never turned down sweets, NEVER!
"Seriously? Your call..." Panty then gained a sly smirk, took a Swiss Roll and then held it up to Chuck, who happily jumped up to get at it.
"Looks like Chuck's getting the runs tonight! Chuck! You're up. Want some cellulite?" Stocking turned away to look in horror. War noticed and gained a concerned expression as Panty continued to poke the sleeping bear by making Chuck do some dog tricks for the roll while Stocking did her best to ignore it before finally breaking down and screaming. Unfortunately, Panty already dropped the roll into Chuck's waiting maw. She then turned and gave a sly grin as she slithered up to her younger sister.
"Oopsie! Did you decide you wanted some?"
"Did you decide you wanted to shut the fuck up?" Stocking spat bitterly as Panty leaned in closer.
"Oh, Stocking~?"
"Yes, Whore?"
"ARE YOU ON A DIET?! YOU CAN TELL ME!"
Stocking internally screamed while sweating bullets. as Panty gained a shit-eating smirk on her face while War sighed and decided to leave the Anarchy Sisters to their usual bickerings. He then saw Death busy training with his scythes and went to join him, taking Chaoseater and joining his eldest brother in sharpening their skills.
"You and Panty seem to be getting along if your willing to accompany her on her 'trips'." Death snarked to his brother, who grunted in response as he sliced a tree in half with his blade.
"She has grown on me. There is a hidden depth inside her soul that I have noticed as we have spent time together...I might dare say she's quite an attractive person despite her...uncouthness." The Hooded Horsemen replied as Death sheathed his scythes and folded his arms.
"I can say the same with me and Stocking. Currently, I worry for her state of mind." The Reaper said as War nodded.
The next few days were increasingly awkward for the Four Horsemen and Panty as they watched Stocking work herself to the bone in an effort to lose weight. Strife brushed it off as her simply being paranoid while Fury and Death were concerned and War was suspecting something deeper was afoot.
Soon, Panty went to check up on Stocking as her Big Sister Instincts kicked in and what she saw horrified her; Stocking looked practically skeletal in appearance. Worried, the Blonde shakingly held a plate with a Swiss Roll for her sister to take but she simply pushed it aside and trudged off to weigh herself again while Panty went back and hugged War softly. This surprised the Horsemen as Panty was usually more excitable in her approaches but now she looked like a worried big sister.
"What troubles you?"
"I'm worried about Stocking, like seriously. What the fuck is going on with that girl, I feel like she's-"
Suddenly a loud scream was heard as everybody jumped three feet in the air before Stocking charged like a rampaging bull. Her stomach bloated enough to be several months pregnant while everyone looked freaked out as she began banging on the fridge and raiding all the Swiss Rolls in it. Panty nervously approached her gorging sister and tapped her shoulder.
"Intervention time! You can't start a Bulimia Club in our living room. It smells!" Despite the crude choice of words, the Horsemen knew that Panty was getting increasingly concerned and they shared it. Stocking turning to look at them with a maniacal look and a mouth stuffed with Swiss Rolls only further raised the flags.
Later, Stocking had calmed down and decided to take a nap. Panty and the Horsemen were left pondering on what to do to help her out with whatever was going on with her. War was currently in Panty's room as the Blonde Angel snuggled up to him as he was busy meditating while thinking to himself.
"There is something amiss...I am certain of it...it must be those mysterious sweets that have been given to us, someone must be targeting Stocking directly..." The youngest Horsemen pondered before several suspicious loud thumps were heard and then a creek...followed by a shrill scream. Panty woke up, having drooled on War's left shoulder and quickly shook her head and wiped the drool away as she got an annoyed expression. Detecting the noise came from Stocking's room, Panty stomped over to give her little sister a piece of her mind.
"YOU RUINED MY SEX DREAM!" The Blonde was about to say but her words died in her throat when she saw the state her sister was in.
Stocking was HUGE! Her entire body had ballooned with flab, her cheeks had become softer and a double chin was forming. Her clothes were straining on her and her large doughy belly hung out in front of her. Her arms and legs were as thick as tree trunks yet softer than her favorite pudding and her butt was riding up over her skirt and exposing her black and blue lined panties, which clung snugly to her cushy rear.
"DAMN GIRL!" Panty said as the Four Horsemen were also seeing this, Stocking was panicking as she noticed Death looking at her and began tearing up.
"Oh no! He must think I'm a disgusting pig now!"
"Are you alright?" Death said in concern. Stocking was surprised that his first words at the sight of her new fat self were ones of concern.
"Y-Yeah...Kinda off with this junk in the trunk but I'm okay..." The Chubby Goth whispered as Fury went out the window of Panty's room, used Scorn to swing across into Stocking's room and then her hair glowed orange and emitted embers as she reared her fist back.
"Forgive me for this, my friend." The Sole Female Horsemen apologized in advance as she punched Stocking's big butt and sent her rolling forward. Luckily, Death and Strife with their strength managed to catch and steady her.
"Ugh...I feel so disgusting...Like a fucking pig!" Death put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and she looked into his orange eyes, which lacked their usual fierce gaze and now held a comforting softness.
"You are no different to me then when you were thin. Do not worry, we will undo this damage done to your pride and body." Stocking's fat face flushed as her heart began beating faster at the Pale Rider's words. Soon, Garterbelt came in sternly with his arms folded.
"Hate to break up the tender moment but we have a dire situation on our hands, people!" The Afro Priest announced before taking out a monitor, revealing several women becoming several times fatter and plumper. Strife had to admit some of them looked pretty cute in their more plush size while Fury admitted that some of them made the fat look good. However, the phenomenon was still greatly concerning all the same.
"This is called a Bovine Beauty! Women all over Daten City are becoming small continents of cottage cheese, fleshy mountains of booty bumps. Roll by roll, they are swelling up to the size of houses 'cause of this!" The Horsemen couldn't help but chuckle at the wordplay Garter was using to describe the pandemic as he showed a screen of the same Swiss Roll that Stocking had been eating lately.
"That's the same pastry that Stocking feasted upon when all this started." Fury said in surprise.
"So my hunch was correct, it seems a greater force is at work...but how does it revolve around these treats?" War inquired to Garterbelt.
"It's made from some fatty bacteria nonsense that multiplies a person's body fat by at least ten! I don't think I need to mention what you're seeing here can only be the work of a Ghost, but I'm gonna. Angels, Horsemen, what you're seeing here can only be the work of a Ghost!" The Black Priest declared as Death scowled behind his mask and readied his scythes.
"No...Not just a ghost, it would have needed a more powerful force to assist in the crafting of this tainted treat." The Pale Rider announced as everyone looked at him in confusion before Fury gained a look of realization, remembering a certain hideous beast.
"Gluttony." The Female Rider growled, clenching her fists tightly at the memory of the Sin and how he had feasted on Rampage's corpse after Wrath had killed him before Fury's eyes.
"So the Seven Deadly Sins have arrived in this world as well?" War said, gripping the handle of Chaoseater as Garterbelt nodded sullenly.
"That's correct. It seems the Seven Enemies of Mankind are here! Or at least you're worlds projection of them." Stocking scowled as she stomped her foot like a Sumo Wrestler would, creating a massive tremor as her eyes gained a furious glint.
"Let us ride and find that repulsive octopus and whatever ghost he has spawned to aid his cause." Fury snarled as the Horsemen summoned their Horses and Panty got in See-Through, which Stocking struggled to squeeze her big butt into before everyone headed in the direction of the ghost activity, where they were sure to find the ghost and Gluttony.
Soon, they arrived at their destination, which was some sweets factory and soon headed inside to see a giant female ghost who looked like a big sassy black lady dressed in a bakers outfit. She was squeezing several globs of demonic icing from the icing squeeze bottles on her body.
"Excellent work, my creamy little corpulent cream puffs! Turn those string-bean beauties into portly princesses of pudginess! Show them that diets are for dillweeds! Deprivation is deviled and fat is fan-fructose-tabulous! Throw away all your fears of bulls and embrace enormity! Celebrate the new you for now that there's more of you to love!" The ghost declared proudly as her sweets were being dispelled super-fast. A rumbling was heard as a strange plant with light blue holes and tips erupted before opening to reveal a fat beast with razor sharp teeth and a gaping mouth in his stomach with multiple rows of teeth. The blades of the plant base also had mouths in them with long distilled tongues flickering out occasionally. This was Gluttony, the All-Consuming Emptiness and one of the Seven Deadly Sins.
"My Darling! Fattening up the Females is wonderful! It makes them all the more tasty to consume!" The foul creature crooned as the ghost, known only as Hell Pound, playfully scratched his chin or at least the part of his body that could substitute a chin.
"Honey Suckles, don't worry your pretty chubby head. You'll have plenty of big-bottomed bitches coming to you like a Sushi Buffet! You'll be eating like the King and we're gonna show the world that Fat is the true sexy!" The ghost said affectionately as Gluttony gurgled happily.
"That's fucking endearing. 'Cept you only want to fatten up the hot chicks so you don't have to feel like such a lardass!" Panty spoke up as the two behemoths turned to see the sisters and the Horsemen there together. Gluttony's light blue eyes narrowed when they laid on Fury.
"YOU!" The tentacled monstrosity bellowed as Fury put a hand to her hip with a cocky smile.
"Hello to you too, handsome."
"Listen up, you big-boned bastards! We're shutting this place down!" Strife said, readying Mercy and Redemption as Hell Pound pulled up her shirt, revealing several icing squirters that she aimed at the Heroes.
"Well, you ain't gettin' no chance! You will not get in the way of our big fat sexy love! Open wide, kiddies! You're about to get a faceful of Momma's special sauce!" The ghost cried as she fired a giant spray of cream at the Heroes. Panty cringed as she instinctively held her arms out to shield herself but then Death suddenly transformed into a hooded figure with a giant bone scythe and then spun it like a windmill, splattering the cream everywhere.
"My turn!" Stocking said as she took her stockings off and when they transformed into Stripes I & II, the katanas were now giant butcher swords like Zabuza's sword from Naruto.
"Impressive." Death said as he turned back to normal and he and Stocking charged to take down Hell Pound when Gluttony moved in front to defend her.
"I may have failed to feast on Fury all those years ago...but I will gladly take her brother in her steed!" The All-Consuming Emptiness roared as he fired acidic bile at the two. Stocking found it harder to dodge due to her increased weight but Death helped maneuver her and soon summoned Despair as the two rode on him. The demonic horse was strong and was able to handle Stocking's weight as they rode over one of Gluttony's arms when he tried to slam them down. Death then slashed the Sin with his scythes, causing him to wail in pain as he tried to attack blindly.
"Sugarlump! How dare you hurt my dough boy!" Hell Pound snarled as she tried to crush Death and Stocking but Panty jumped in front of her, having been thrown by War like a fastball and currently had the barrel of Backlace pressed to the Big ghosts face.
"Not yet! You think you can bake those cakes and not eat 'em too? Choke on this, Pippy Longtitties!" With that said, Panty squeezed the trigger, silently making this bullet count for the sake of her sister.
"AW CORN NUTS!" Hell Pound cried as the point-blank shot completely obliterated the top half of her body in an explosion. Panty then landed down and caught the Heaven Coins that fell from the remains as everyone regrouped.
"One for each neck roll. What was she, the ghost ambassador for fatties that think they should get to be loved for who they are in the inside?" Panty deadpanned before pocketing the coins.
"All humans are unique, no matter what body shape." Strife said. War, Fury, and Death looked at their brash brother for his surprisingly sage-like saying. He gained an annoyed look at the stares he was getting.
"I can be deep too, you know!"
Stocking's body suddenly glowed and she then shrunk and slimmed down back to her normal self, dusting herself off as Death walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Just so you know, Stocking. I find you alluring no matter what you look like."
Stocking's pale face flushed at the Horsemen's gentle words before a cry was heard and they turned to see Gluttony grossly sobbing over the remains of his beloved Hell Pound.
"My dear...we were to make the world our dining room..." The Sin wailed disgustingly before turning to the six with hate in his eyes.
"I will feast on you...and I will enjoy it immensely!" With that, the beast slinked into the earth and vanished before anybody could do anything. Fury scowled, annoyed that she didn't get to once more give the bloated thing a good thrashing like last time.
"We'll get our chance another time, sister." War assured as Fury sighed before everyone decided to head home. Stocking sticking close to Death as they headed back as the Pale Rider placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. It seemed their bond had only been strengthened by this adventure.
Well, I made Stocking's fat self different as well as added Gluttony of the Seven Deadly Sins into the mix since this episode was a perfect way to include him as well as subtle hints at the rest of the Sins appearing later. Also, I expanded on Death and Stocking's developing relationship and also showing Panty and War getting along more as well as the friendship the other Horsemen develop with the Anarchy Sisters.
Next Time: Strife finds love at long last!