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Purple blobs. No, grayish. Smiling grey blobs.

There were four -- no, five -- little grayish blob-like creatures in the room now, gathered around Ganondorf, and they were smiling. No, grinning. They were grinning mischievously. They stood perhaps a tad less than three feet tall. Short, toothless, grinning chubby blobs with very pronounced fat cheeks and pudgy little arms and legs. They were round and fat and looked like lumps of clay and had those big, toothless grins that were really creepy.

"Who...who're...who are you?" Ganondorf asked, rather dumbly. He wore a look of sheer bewilderment on his face.

They giggled. The blobs. Hysterically. High-pitched, like a bunch of mocking schoolgirls. And they kept grinning those creepy, toothless grins.

"We're the Munchies!" cackled one of them, with an insidious grin. "The Munchies!" the rest of them chanted, in unison.

Slowly Ganondorf became more fully conscious. He was in his dining hall, the soft drone of blobs filling the background, that space between consciousness and nothingness. Everything was as he knew it, everything in its own place. He was sitting at his huge table. The furniture was the same as always. But the immediate past seemed a distant memory, one he was struggling to recall at that moment, one disappearing as rapidly as swirling water drains from a kitchen sink. Try as he might, he could not remember anything of that morning. He stared at the blobs blankly and they stared back, still grinning.

Ganondorf looked down at himself and recognized his beefy frame. That seemed normal enough, but the scene before him certainly did not.

As Ganondorf looked again at the round grayish beings, he thought them vaguely familiar, yet he knew he'd never seen them before. He found them goofy-looking and comical, and his initial fright subsided. He asked once more, "Who ARE you?" Again, they giggled. As he drew back, instinctively, they began chanting again. A hypnotic, whimsical, rhythmic, almost playful chant.

"To munch, is what you want to do, and we Five here have come to help you.

You've dreamed of pies and sweets, which now we'll let you eat and eat!"

The dark lord told himself that he was caught in a dream, some surreal nightmare. He shook his head, as if to clear out the cobwebs, and held up his hands to protest, as if this would awaken him.

"We are your friends, and offer treats - sweets, pudding, pie, and cakes.

You must eat lots, of this and that, in order that you will get fat!"

It was all he could do to blink his eyes. He knew it was a nightmare. That had to be it. He told himself to wake up.

They still grinned at him.

Ganondorf replied, lamely, "But I don't WANT to get fat." They simply laughed and giggled.

He reached out and began shoving these chubby grey beings to one side or the other. As he touched them, he noticed that they were rather squishy and fleshy, almost structure less and formless except for their fat cheeks and toothless grins. But the imp-like creatures would not be denied. They pushed him backward in the Lay-Z-Boy and then all together managed to lift him off of it.

"Hey! Cut that out! What are you DOING?!" Even as he protested, the Munchies began carrying him into the kitchen, one under each leg, two under his back and one supporting his shoulders.

"Put me DOWN! Where are we going?" The Munchies began giggling furiously as they ran to the kitchen, carrying Ganondorf on their squishy shoulders as servants might have carried an ancient pharaoh.

Once the procession had reached the kitchen, the Munchies sat the lord down on the floor and then prodded and pulled him to his feet. As he brushed himself off, one of the Munchies opened the door to his food supply while the rest began emptying them at a frantic rate.

The Munchies grabbed cartons of leftover chicken, pig, slabs of meat racks, chocolate fudge, bowls full of potato salad and pudding, plates full of cheese hunks, all of which they eagerly offered to Ganon.

He stood there flabbergasted. The scene before him had deteriorated into some kind of horrible dream but there was no escaping it just then, evidently. He stood there, disgusted, and pointed to the creatures.

"You put that back. And leave me alone. I don't know what you want here, but I told you I don't WANT to be fat. And I'm NOT HUNGRY. Now go away."

He dispatched them with a wave of the hand, and with that, he turned on his heels and marched out of the kitchen. As he was leaving, he heard the Munchies snap their fingers -- yes, they had fingers on their fat little hands.

Ganon had almost reached his throne when he felt a tingling sensation, sort of all over. The room began to spin and all he saw was a blur of color, ebbing and flowing and twisting through space and time.

And before he knew what had happened, he found himself back in the kitchen, and reaching for a drumstick, as one of the creatures held up the leftover fried chicken. He had no idea how he'd gotten there, but he was glad, because as suddenly as all of that, he felt very hungry.

"OK, but just one. I don't want to spoil my appetite." He munched on the chicken leg, and the deep-fried crispy crust made his mouth water.

"Don't wor-ry about spoiling lunch, just en-joy and eat a bunch! This will give you the "Power" to claim this land"

Ganondorf laughed at that, as he finished off the chicken leg, licking his lips.

"You guys sure are funny looking, but you're OK. I dunno if you're real or not, but it's pretty neat that you showed up, really. It does get kind of boring around here sometimes. Thanks for the snack. Better put that stuff back, now, OK? You guys wanna watch me flex my strength in this land or something or something?"

The Munchies stood there, still holding up their tasty-looking offerings.

"Now look, I said put that stuff back. I don't want any more. Honest."

But he was hungry and he knew he was lying and they knew it too. His stomach growled. The rack of meat looked inviting. The Munchies kept on grinning at him.

"If you're won-drin' why we popped in, it's because we are better than those damn Goddesses everyone talks about. Why stop now, when you're still hungry? Like we said this will give you more power to conquer all."

Ganon looked at them, from one to the others, and as they grinned at him he knew they were right, as weird as this was, whatever it was. A dream. A weird dream. And in a dream, another snack or two wouldn't hurt, and besides, it was practically lunchtime. Oh, heck, why not just indulge them a little and have an early lunch? It was a dream after all, and what was the harm in living it up a little? He grinned back at them.

"OK, pass me some meat. It's lunch time!"

The Munchies gleefully obliged, handing Ganon a slab of meat as fast as he could eat them. He'd never managed to eat more than three before, even as hungry as he usually was after conquering Hyrule with his many attempts, but before he knew it, he'd eaten all the racks of meat. The Munchie who'd been holding the cleaned bones and tosses them on the floor and went to find more food as another Munchie passed him more of the chicken.

He put his hands on his stomach. "I better not, guys. That was good, but I'm real full." But the Munchies snapped their fingers again and the smell of the greasy but delicious chicken was too much to bear. He grabbed a piece and ate it in seconds, practically in one swift, constant motion. With crumbs on his cheeks and still chewing, he reached for another piece as the Munchies giggled their encouragement.

"That's it! Have another! And another!"

"Eat!"

"Try THIS!"

"No THIS! It's yummy!"

Strangely, he found himself caught up in the Munchies' excitement. It was almost like a show, with Ganondorf performing.

He grabbed pieces of chicken with both hands. They all giggled as he ate a bite from one piece of chicken in his left hand, then a bite from the piece in his right. He hardly stopped chewing. When he finished those, he picked out two more and gobbled them greedily.

When he'd finished the bucket of chicken, a large burp followed, and he beamed proudly at the little gremlins, patting his tummy. A Munchie handed him a hunk of cheese. When Ganon looked at it dubiously, the Munchie said, "You love cheese, don't you? You know you want to..."

It was true. He was a cheese-a-holic. He loved the stuff. And so now, he obliged, turning the it upside down and starts to bring it closer to his mouth. It tasted so good that he couldn't stop. No sooner he had finished it, than a Munchie pushed the tub of potato salad at him.

"Starches are good for you. Looks yummy! Eat up!" The Munchie handed Ganon a large serving spoon and he began shoveling heaping spoonfuls of the delicious potato salad to his waiting taste buds. It was undeniably delicious, and the more of it he ate, the hungrier he got.

"You're doing GREAT, dark lord! You must be soooo hungry!"

"Sure, but eat this pie first. It's apple." The pie separated from its tin nicely, and Ganondorf picked it up the whole pie and ate it as fast as he could, stopping between bites long only enough to swallow the wonderful confection and to get his wind.

Next they brought him a huge bucket full of heavy cream and milk mixture. He guzzled the milk, licking his lips and grinning right back at them. Soon a huge burp erupted from his mouth as he grunting and bent over some letting out a deep fart.

"Pardon me. But gee, that was good. Really hit the spot. What's for dinner?"

With that, they all had a hearty laugh.

***************

Sometime later, Ganondorf awoke to the smell of frying bacon. The first thing he saw was the fluorescent light. He was in the kitchen, he realized, lying supine on the floor.

But why?

A chubby, grayish toothless grinning face bent down over him.

"We thought you might be hungry after your nap."

Ganon sat up. Or tried to. He only made it a few inches off of the floor before he found he could sit up no further, and fell crashing back to the cold kitchen tile floor. As his back slapped against the tile, he felt a jiggle in each flank. He felt...wider.

Slowly the memory of his gluttony of this morning returned. His stomach ached.

"Oooooooohhh." He propped himself up with his hands spread out to his side behind him. And he looked down at his belly. Sure enough, he was now naked, covering a distended and bulging stomach, which sat heavily on his thighs and jutted out more than a few inches.

"Oh! I remember. I was dreaming I was stuffing myself with all kinds of food."

But he was now staring at five rather chubby, grayish blobs who were grinning at him.

"You're...still...here. You're--"

"Here munch THIS! Here munch THAT! Soon you're not just bored, you're FAT!

Hee hee hee hee hee hee"

Horrified, Ganondorf pulled on his belly with one hand as he propped himself up with the other. When he felt the heft of it, his flabby belly jiggled as it surged a little further into his lap.

The Munchies laughed and giggled.

"You!" Ganon huffed and puffed as he struggled to his feet. "You made me FAT, didn't you?!"

One of the Munchies poked him in his belly and giggled. Another pinched his tummy and jiggled it.

"No, YOU made you fat. You sure did good, eating all that."

He grabbed his stomach with both hands, still disbelieving. It was soft and flabby and jiggled like jello. He ran, panting all the way, to the mirror in the living room, as the Munchies followed, still giggling. One of them shouted, "Why, your friends at school will hardly recognize you!"

Ganon stood there, in a mixture of shock and horror, looking at himself in the mirror. He almost didn't recognize his face, which had become rounder and fleshier. His arms were still full of muscle and bulgy but now a layer of fat started to cover them. His butt was broader and jiggled when he ran, and his thighs were chunky. But it was the belly that really threw him for a loop. Where his stomach had been firm with thick abs that morning, it now protruded outward several inches and sagged down a little, a broad distended arc from just below his chest to just below his beltline. Seeing his belly in profile made him realize just how fat he'd become.

"Oh, no! Look at me! LOOK at me! Why did I EAT all of that?!"

One of the Munchies said, "You know you liked it. We've never seen anyone eat like that before. You're a natural! You'll be a blimp in no time!" They all giggled at him.

Hee hee HEE hee Hee HEE hee!

Ganon shook his fist furiously at them. "Oh no I didn't! You tricked me. And now I'm going to lose this weight." He immediately started jogging in place, ignoring their high-pitched giggles. His belly bounced up and down and shook from side to side and even he had to laugh to himself at the sight of it. Panting heavily after only a minute, he stopped and bent over, as far as he could, with his hands just able to touch his knees. "Whatsamatter?" asked one of Munchies. "Are you hungry?"

"N-O...NO! You get out of here and leave me alone." He dropped to the floor and tried to do some sit-ups, but couldn't even come close to one. As he tried and tried he started to blow out heavy farts from his ass. It made him blush as first but soon he began to enjoy it as more blew out of him. Not wanting the evil creatures to know he did his best to not show his enjoyment of his gassiness.

A Munchie patted him on top of his belly, as he was lying there. "C'mon, stop that. You'll lose everything you worked for this morning. Have something to eat instead. It'll make you feel better."

"I TOLD you, I don't want anything to eat! Now go away!"

He stomped into his bedroom and looked through his wardrobe closet until he found his huge fur coat. He took it to the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror trying to use the coat to hide his new weight but sadly even with him covering it. He could still feel every wiggle and bounce. While looking at himself a gurgle sounds from his belly as he belched heavily.

Soon a pull on the bottom of his coat he felt. The Munchie looked up at him expectantly.

"Aren't ya going to have something to eat? You're too SKINNY."

"Oh NO I'M NOT. I'm a fat tub of lard. And no, I'm not eating anything else. Ever! So you might as well leave."

The Munchies crowded around him and one held up a tub of pudding.

"No, thanks!" His stomach growled.

"Have a snack. Then we'll help."

"No, I shouldn't. I'm too fat. I have to lose this weight."

The Munchies snapped their fingers, all in unison, and once more Ganondorf found himself flowing through colors and patterns, and then, as if from nowhere, he was in the dining room.

He was seated at the huge solid oak antique table, which was nearly as long and as wide as the room itself. The table was completely filled with platters and trays containing all sorts of decadently-rich foods, and delicious-looking pastries and cookies and chocolates. Enough food for a small army.

"I...I can't. I'm sorry. You guys are really something to make all of this, but I really don't want any -- "He started to get up from the table, but the Munchies coaxed him back into the chair and pushed it forward so that Ganondorfs chest was snugly against the edge of the table.

"Just try a little. This is a dream, anyway, remember? You said so yourself, silly."

Ganon couldn't argue with that logic. He had said it was a dream, and he knew it had to be so. Still, it felt...eerily real. But since he was still seeing these Munchies, he'd play along.

"Alright. I see now -- it's a game. You guys are playing a game with me. Yeah, OK, since you won't leave me alone I'll play your litlte game. But then I get to wake up, OK? Go ahead and load me up a plate, will you? I'm STARVED." As if to mock the Munchies, he pushed his chair back and grabbed the sides of his belly for all to see. The Munchies pushed the chair up against the table again and began jumping up and down with glee. As they began shoving dishes and bowls and trays full of food at him, he looked at them with a mixture of panic and dismay.

"C'mon, I thought we were playing a game? I can play along with you, sure, but gee, whiz, you already made me fat enough. Let's clean this up and watch a movie or something." And when he started to get up, the Munchies again snapped their fingers. He got a tingling sensation in his stomach.

He stopped and surveyed the table. He was astonished at the amount of food there. He saw platters of fried chicken and ham and roast beef, more racks of meat, cold cuts, dishes full of and pasta with cream sauces, mashed potatoes, mouth-wateringly rich cheeses and aromatic breads slathered thick with creamy butter, boxes full of doughnuts, whole pies, and chocolate fudge cakes, trays full of pastries, tiramisu and much, much more.

And strangely enough, or perhaps not so strangely, now he was hungry. He was truly hungry, and just like Templeton had a certain gleam in his eye at the County Fair, the call of all of that sumptuous food was intoxicating the dark lord.

The Munchies gestured toward the table. Ganondorf's eyes became wide as he got a good long whiff of the Heaven-sent aromas coming from the platters on the table. He nodded eagerly.

Then with a flourish each of the five Munchies began pointing to the many and varied sinfully rich and fattening delicacies on the table. The Munchies grinned at their prey and one of them handed him a roast beef.

"Here, eat this, and pretty soon, you'll blow up like a balloon.

Please make sure you eat, so your belt will come undone."

As he gulped down the large round meat, the Munchies shoved a towering platter of meats at him.

"Don't quit now, have another, so it can sit and turn to blubber!

Eat all these and fill your tummy. We know you will think they're yummy"

In between bites, Ganon was laughing uncontrollably at the Munchies' corny chant. And as he ate, he thought about his old body and physic and how he strangely liked this form much more. In a way, this prospect excited him. It WAS just a dream, he reminded himself, but WHAT a dream! He ate the tray of meats and when he stuffed the last one in his mouth, chewing maniacally, he shouted "mmmmoooorrrreee" and gestured to the tray of pastries.

With all the weight and excitement he started to sweat a lot as his skin began to glisten from all the sweat covering him. Also after a few bites he would belch or fart heavily. Each time it would make a little more room inside of his belly and again he enjoyed making those bodily sounds.

"Good boy! -- eat these. Put down your cup, for these will fatten you right up!

Add some cheese and watch it melt. Eat them all and stretch that belt!"

Ganon gobbled the pastries and cheese. They were delicious, he thought. The Munchies cheered and giggled.

He reached for the dish of mashed potatoes and consumed it in minutes, eating straight off of the serving spatula.

"Better not waste any," he said to the Munchies as he beckoned for the basket of dinner rolls. He began mopping up the the remaining potatoes with the rolls, which the Munchies were flinging at him as fast as he could eat them.

"Eat this one first, then another. Here's your bread, now have some butter!"

He slathered the butter on as thick as a quarter, and finished the rolls, emitting lots of "Mmmm!" and "Ahhhh"s along the way.

"Alfredo sauce is really rich; it makes shirts tight, so pop that stitch!

Keep on eating, lots and lots, go on and empty out the pots!"

Ganondorf pointed at one delicious-smelling platter and then the next as each was passed to him in turn. He had become an accomplished two-fisted eater, thanks to the Munchies, and he shoveled food into his mouth at a constant rate, as fast as he could chew and swallow. Each bite tasted better than the next.

"If you finish off the table, you'll roll away if you are able.

Spuds will help you grow your gut, ten times as fat as your big butt!"

He ate another large dish of mashed potatoes in seconds with the big serving spoon, and grabbed fistfuls of sweet breads with both hands and stuffed his anticipating mouth.

"Open wide for this and that, and don't look now, you're way past fat!

Try this cheese and do not cease, in order that you'll get obese.

Pig out -- and eat this tasty cheese. Your gut will grow right past your knees!

Swiss and cheddar by the pound. Eat it all and you'll be round!"

He grabbed the big chunks and wedges of cheese and ate them as fast as he could, savoring the contrast between the sharp flavors and the mellow ones. He felt his belly swelling up as he let out a loud burp.

"Munch and munch, don't take a break, or you'll never reach that cake!

It's choc-o-late and oh, so good, to swell your gut like nothing could!

As Ganon ate the cake, whole and with his hands, he imagined how comical the who scene must have looked. He was a living cartoon, enjoying himself immensely. He wondered how big his belly was getting, but he dared not look yet. There was plenty more work to do.

Letting out a huge belch he groaned as he rubbed the top of his belly with more sweat covering himself as he did his best to keep the sweat out of his eyes. His butt crack getting drenched from all the sweat and starting to smell as it mixes with each heavy wet fart he lets out. The munchies not caring about whats happening to him continue there chanting.

"Have more cake. Make it jelly. This will fill your big fat belly!

Brownies are so soft and sweet. For gaining weight they can't be beat!

Pie will make you nice and fat. You know it will so count on that!

Eat until your shirt explodes. Then you'll need your own zip code!

Here, eat up, don't ever stop. Eat until your buttons pop!

They'll pop off if you persist with eating this and This and THIS!

Here munch this! No, no! Don't quit! Cuz soon you'll see your seams all split!

Ganon ate ravenously, as though he had no will or desire to stop. He ate and ate and ate and ate, feeling a rush of adrenaline that made him feel better the more he devoured. As he consumed more and more of the pastries and cakes and sugary treats, and ate more pizzas and tacos and fried chicken and French fries by the handful, the Munchies kept applauding and giggling and chanting and shouting encouragements. He ate for what seemed like hours. He was glad that he was dreaming, given how much of a glutton he was making of himself. Everything tasted heavenly, and he'd thrown caution to the wind, deciding that if gorging himself until he could eat no more -- or the food ran out, whichever happened first -- was what pleased him in his subconscious, so be it. There certainly couldn't be any harm in it, and he was under no obligation to tell anyone once he awoke. He was having fun and enjoying himself in his dream and didn't want it to stop.

The Munchies convulsed in fits of giggles between their chants, expressing their pleasure at seeing Ganon gorge himself.

He ate until he lost consciousness.

When he awoke, the Munchies were crowded around him, giggling their hysterical little giggles, grinning their fat toothless grins. He felt a poke in his belly, whereupon another wave of hysterical giggling filled the room. He licked his lips as a belch escaped from way down deep within him.

"Ooooooooohhhhh." was all that came out. It was hard to even breathe.

He grinned sheepishly at the Munchies.

He looked at the table, which, save for a crumb or two, and a mountain of empty trays and platters and bowls, was completely bare. There was something peculiar about it though, and it took a moment for Ganondorf to realize that his end of the table was raised off of the ground. It was sitting on something, something --

His belly! The table must be sitting on top of his belly. It had grown, of course. Yes, that must be it! His arms were very fat and hung at his side, his chest much broader and even much fuller, and he knew, without even looking, that his girth underneath the table was enormous.

With a mixture of angst, excitement and perhaps even dread, built to a fever pitch, he put his hands on the edge of the table and used all of his strength to push away from it. When the chair got stuck, the Munchies helped out, and together the six of them managed to push the chair back far enough that the table crashed to the ground with a thud.

As Steven's belly cleared the overhanging tablecloth, the room was filled with the shrieks and guffaws of the elated Munchies.

Ganon glanced down and could see nothing but his stomach for as far as he could see.

He sat back in the chair with his shoulders pressed as far back as they would go, and was dumbfounded at the sight before him. Before he could fully rest though, from all that intense action just now, the chair began to buckle as it broke under all that weight and pressure. Ganon falling onto the ground, but surprisingly no pain. As he looked back he could see not only did his belly balloon out but so did his now massive ass. As the Munchies brought a mirror so he could see his profile, he saw that his enormously bloated belly extended more than a foot and a half beyond his knees and it also pushed his now inflated chest push up and rose up nearly to his chin. He could no longer come anywhere close to reaching the tip of it with his hands.

His bare body had stretched to the bursting point, with wide arcs of Ganon's flabby flesh showing off with nothing to cover himself. Ganon's belly rumbled, ad he let out a deep and powerful belch followed by and equally impressive gas cloud as he rumbled between his huge cheeks. Again the sweat rolled down his body as he moaned and panted like an overheated animal.

One of the Munchies produced a big brownie from behind its back and offered it to Ganondorf, who nodded. He reached for it and stuffed it in his mouth whole, barely chewing it before swallowing it. His belly surged outward even further as he ate more of the brownie. It's as if the slightest morsel of food would add pounds upon his frame with little effort.

They all had a good laugh at that, the Munchies and Steven.

Ganon tried to slowly stand up but he had grown much too large and heavy. So he sat and studied his girth in the mirror. His face was unrecognizably rounded, with same exaggerated fat cheeks that the Munchies had. He had a double chin. But all of that paled in comparison to his enormous belly. His profile was beyond preposterous, the tip of his fully distended belly reaching some three and a half feet or more in front of his face. He thought to himself how preposterously funny he looked. And the weird part of it was, he liked it. He patted his stomach, and it seemed to jiggle in perpetuity.

The Munchies began to chant.

"When you're feelin' bored or blue, call on your friends -- the Munchies!

And we'll find ways of helping you munch when you're not hun-gry.

You wondered what it would be like, to have a big fat belly.

So we came, to give you snacks and treats that were so yummy.

You munched THIS and you munched THAT. Now there's no belly that's as FAT!

We've done our job, and now we're through, we're really glad to've fattened you!

Now don't you dare feel bad about this, all we did was grant your fat wish.

You wanted power to defeat that wretched hero. We helped you find that "power" deep inside.

So you took advantage and indulge, until you got so fat you bulged.

And had a belly so distended, so big and fat it never ended.

Relax, you eat as would a pro, but now it's really time to go,

So remember that it's far too late to think about your losing weight.

Try all day long if you might, you'll find your clothes will stay too tight.

We're glad we helped you become fat. Why would we want to undo that?

So if you ever need a snack, we'll be here -- count on that.

And we sure do want you to know, we've enjoyed watching that gut grow.

Now all we did is help you cease, to be thin -- Now you're OBESE!

Think about it and you'll see that now you're just what you wanted to be.

And then the Munchies were gone.

Ganon sat there, staring into the mirror at his huge belly. Seeing that his once beefy body, had become a massive lard ball. His body now like a hog full of sweat and grease. That monster belly gurgling as he erupts with more belches and farts blowing out of both sides. Everytime it would make him moan and starts to grope over his body. Those moobs on him looking more like tits as they were very thick and full. As he kept playing and admiring himself, he failed to notice but as he turned his head there stood that same hero that had destroyed all his other plans.

"Ganondorf? What the heck happened to YOU?"

The dark lord replied with a heavy belch as he moaned grabbing those moobs of his and raised his hand having the symbol of power glow from it.