Pound for Pound [xWG, Slob]

Chel had to wonder why the gods were so vehemently against her as she was dragged into the city. She could feel the leering eyes on her back as the guards forced her to pay for her most recent theft, knowing that the new chief of the city would not be pleased to hear this. Chel knew little of this new leader of their group as they had a change in power, and with it, some radical improvements. The only cost was a restricted lifestyle as this new head of the people was firm with enforcing his rules and judgment. As Chel stumbled up the steps, she knew full well that the older chief could not save her nor would anyone be willing to step to her defense to aid her; not with her track record of crimes and mischief in the city.

"My Lord, we found her at it again!" The guard called into the chambers, tossing Chel in as she looked up in a panic. The chief was not easily seen, wearing robes and a cowl decorated to look like a jaguar. She didn't know what to make of it since she couldn't see his face under the garbs of cloth. Kneeling before him, she tried to think of any sort of excuse that could get her out of this problem.

"Sir, I was given a vision by the gods to bring them tr-"

"You used that one before. Chel, full of the same tricks but old excuses." He called out to her, his voice deep and harsh as she could feel his gaze piercing through the shadowy hood as he stood up. Chel wanted to look at his face but she felt a guard force her head down.

"Grovel and beg for forgiveness and he may be lenient." She could hear him whisper as her sight was fixated on the stones of the floor, wondering what he meant by that as she could hear the footsteps of their chief.

"Chel, I'm disappointed in you. The former chief gave you ample opportunities to turn your life around. Looking the other way when it came to your avarice. Giving you jobs to satiate that appetite for gold. Still, it was never enough as you think that you can continue your antics without consequence. Not today. Not anymore." The chief continued to circle Chel as she felt her body tremble on her hands and knees. She had no clue what to expect from this.

"What’s going to happen?"

"I took some thought into what will happen. At first, I had a good idea of tying you down, melting the gold and encasing you alive in gold, a statue for all to see in the palace. Maybe being used as a bird perch." Chel let out a squeak, eyes wide with terror from the thought as she heard a deep laugh. "But that is too harsh for a girl of your...beauty. Even if you should be in a palace for your unprecedented grace." He said, using a staff to trace the curves of her body, making her hair stand on its ends. "No, I have something more fitting in mind for you."

Snapping his fingers, Chel felt herself in the hands of the guards once more as she was carried off further into the palace. Looking around with concern, the halls were moving by too fast to get an idea as to where they were going or what would happen. Her heart beat raced as sweat dripped on her brow. Chel wanted to speak but her throat was dry as pathetic whimpers creaked out of her fat lips. The chief lead them to a giant chamber door as he opened it, Chel not looking up as she wanted to avoid her fate for as long as possible. She felt a hand grip her cheeks as she was forced to gaze into the bright aura of the room.

"Behold your punishment Chel." The chief called out with an odd sense of satisfaction. Chel didn't know what to say as she was released, allowed to walk in as she knew what this was: the Palace's Treasure Room. Hordes of coins and golden trinkets shimmered from the light of the lanterns. Jewels of the most beautiful colors sparkled in her eyes. Jewelry, chalices, bars, pots, she had no idea what to say as she moved around the room. "All of this can be yours."

"What's the catch?"

"It's simple really." He said, bringing her to a giant scale, held together with ropes as two massive pans were tied together. Chel saw how the wooden supports were struggling under the immense weight as the chief put his arm around her shoulder. "You will get as much gold as you want. All you have to do is put it on this side. Once you've decided how much your greed will need, you will need to balance the scale. Whatever you can balance out is yours to keep."

She walked around the room again, taking in all that the elegant bounty had to offer. Looking over to the pan and back to the piles of riches, she saw no harm in taking a few things. After all, Chel had grown up in a society where she could be sacrificed at any minute due to her low status. Taking in all this gold, she could live in ecstasy for life without any worry. Not needing another moment to think it over, she began to stockpile jewels and coins into her arms as she swayed back and forth. The guards and chief watched diligently of her progress, wondering when it was enough for the native woman. It was getting to the point where Chel grabbed a jar, piling in all the money she could, dumping it into the pan as she ran back for more.

“My lord, should we not stop her?”

“No, she will learn the hard way the cost for her love of coin.” The chief spoke, not once removing his gaze from Chel as the amount of gold and wealth she piled into her side of the scale was unprecedented. The spectacle carried on well into the afternoon as the watchful eyes were growing weary. It wasn't until Chel circled the pan until she gave a satisfactory nod. The chief couldn't help but to shake his head, seeing that almost all of the treasure was on the scale as the supports groaned in protest. He assumed that the whole supply wasn't on it due to size limitations as he approached her.

"I suppose I should have made the tray larger."

"Of course you should have. How else could I grab the rest?" The chief sighed as he waved for the supports to be removed. The wooden block didn't need much as they practically imploded under the preposterous amount of gold stacked precariously on the end as Chel smiled. "So, where are the weights I gotta move on to the other side?" The group in the room had to let out a laugh as she looked confused. "What's so funny?"

"We told you, you have to balance the weight."

"Yeah, I know. With what though?" Chel looked at the chief, his gaze starring back at her as her smug smile waned away; gears turning in her head as she knew what was meant by this. "No. No, anything but that."

"Yes! You could have lived well on your weight in gold. But you decided to let your greed get the best of you. Your weight must match this ridiculous pile!" Chel made a dash for the door, arms snatched up by the posted guards as she kicked and struggled. Thrown into the floating pan, she saw how there were shackles on the bottom of the tray as her bare ankles and wrists were bolted down. The only thing she should look at was the ceiling as she felt her prison sway back and forth in the air.

“You can’t do this to me! I’ll explode before I make that scale lift!”

“You should have thought of that before you let the gold consume you.” The chief snapped his fingers as the guards ran off “Don’t worry though; I have my daughters and a few of the high priestesses coming to help you through your punishment. I hear that they are quite displeased with how you disrespect them.” Chel pouted, her puffy lips trembling as she was left alone. As much as she struggled and pulled on the shackles, nothing seemed to work as she prayed to the gods that they would shed some mercy on her. The myriad of giggles sealed her fate, proving that no help would come.

“Look at what father finally caught!”

“She’s such a meddling whore; always getting her hand caught in the honey pot.”

“Ladies, let’s not be rude. Even if she is deserving of what is coming.” Chel tried her best to look up, seeing a trio of bronze skinned women starring at her, grins wide and sparkly. Distracted by the girls, it didn’t dawn on her that there were trays of food in their arms; golden bowls packed tightly with honey glazed sweet rolls as she already looked sick. “Come now Chel,” the priestess said, approaching her as she rubbed her head “Don’t give us that look. You brought this on yourself.”

Chel wanted to speak up but she felt the sticky, sweet bun being pushed into her lips, the twin daughters of the chief hefting themselves on to the plate. Sitting at her sides, the two siren girls took turns to shove the snacks into her, finding ways to enjoy the misery they were putting on to Chel as she writhed. Trying to avoid them, she felt the hands of the priestess keep her head straight as the twins would alternate; one holding her nose while the other stuffed. “She looks like some sort of animal, grazing on the fields, chewing like a wretched hog!”

“URRRPP!” Chel tried to ease the pain in her taut stomach as she felt more than stuffed as one of the girls began to rub her stomach. “No more…”

“Aww, how cute. She thinks by asking for it to stop, it’ll stop.”

“She is long from done, don’t you think so sister?” The girls giggled once more, Chel realizing that this how she was going to feel for quite some time as they pried her lips apart, shoveling in a few more trays of sticky goodness; going so far as to force Chel to lick their fingers clean like a dog. Chel could feel her face flush in embarrassment as she was nothing more than a pet to these two as she continued to be pummeled with food.

“Alright, that’s enough for now girls.” The high priestess called out, waiting a few hours since the ordeal had started to call it quits. Chel could barely lift her head up but she could feel a sizeable pot belly pushing down on her body as she let out a bellowing belch.

“Has URRRP huff the weight moved some?” The trio of ladies erupted into laughter as Chel felt like crying. “At least give me a pillow for my head!”

“Maybe when your neck gets so fat it can act as a pillow, then sure. Until then, father has said that nothing can interfere with the weight at the end of the day.”

“Other than that, there are no rules to what we can do!” The twins called out, leaving Chel to sway back and forth as her gut worked overtime to churn the food into fat. She felt sick as the motion was not boding well for her. She had to wonder if someone in El Dorado would come to her aid.

Her wishes, as she would soon find out, would be meaningless as each day brought forth a new gauntlet with even more humiliation; learning quickly that the daughters of the chief were sadistic when it came to teasing her. With a mouth full of fresh fruit, Chel saw the two with the same mischievous grin before they would tickle her to the point of making her nauseous. Other times, they would prick her belly button if she wasn’t eating fast enough or they were bored. At one point, they wanted to put hot coals on her nipples but the voice of the priestess soon discouraged that. Chel realized that, if anything, their role was not to punish but to ensure that the twins didn’t go too crazy with their details into Chel’s torment.

Chel thought about how much time had passed since she was shackled to the weight pan as she tried to survey her body. The only addition to her prison was a pillow provided at the behest of the priestesses who claimed to the chief that without it, she could choke. He agreed to it reluctantly only if the weight was adjusted for the pillow. Not that it mattered as her stomach was beginning to sag towards her knees, spread out on her torso as her breasts were beginning to sag to the sides as well. Her trademark hips had grown decently in size to the point they were balls of flesh oozing out from her body as she let out a groan. “How much more do I need hic to eat?”

“Well seeing that you haven’t even gotten the pan off the ground yet, a lot I’d say you stupid cow!” The twins chimed in as they began their fun for the day. Chel could hear them shuffling around her as the clanking of urns and pots was audible in the room. She felt her heart beat rapidly as she was truly nervous about what was to come next. “However, you have been a good pig.”

“Even if you did cry so much it made your fat lips look pathetic.” One said, cupping her swollen cheeks in her hand as she shook her fat face about. “So we’ve decided to play a game and give you a reward if you do well.” Chel looked up at her two tormentors, seeing their smiles wide as ever as she knew there was more to it. However, she also knew the consequences of refusing.

“What game?”

“It’s simple. We brought a ton of wine today and we wanna see how much a girl like you can hold.”

“After all, you did party with the gods and who knows how much you stole from the rich and temples.”

“So, here’s the deal,” The twins hopped up onto the dish, causing it to sway again as Chel let out an embarrassing FRRTTTT as her gut tried to digest last night’s meal. “You drink one whole urn of wine and we’ll remove some gold from the other side.”

“You can’t see it but there is a lot in here. And don’t worry about father; it’ll be our little secret! Even the high priestess here today has agreed to keep her mouth shut.” Chel tried to look over the mound of her stomach that was in the way to see the confirmation but she gave up soon after, too big and tired to try. She had to take their word for it, even if she knew in the back of her head that it was a bad decision.

“Fine.” Chel couldn’t get another word out as she felt a funnel being shoved into her mouth, her thick lips stuck on the tube as one of the girls began to heave the wine flask to her funnel. Chel knew that, more than likely, this was going to happen anyway. Drinking had never been an issue for her, able to hold her own during most festivities and parties. Her eyes went wide as she noticed that the whole pot was as wide as the dish she lay in, letting out a woeful moan as the flood began. However, it wasn’t the copious amount that she had to worry about as the taste alone sent shivers down her spine.

“Oh, we forgot to mention…we were able to only get a bit of wine from the local temples when we mentioned the cause. Others not so eager to donate.”

“So we made our own wine from vinegar just like the peasants do.”

“Though I think we added more vinegar than wine.” The two giggled, knowing full well what was going on as Chel chugged and chugged. The priestess in the room groaned, reminding the two that they shouldn’t overdo the flow lest Chel choke as she continued to drink the horrible concoction. What felt like an eternity passed until the urn was empty, Chel letting out a rancid swill of gas as her stomach felt like it was about to explode. “So, ready to give up?”

“URRRPPP noooo…” was all Chel got out. She wanted to add a ‘more’ to it but the girls took it as a sign that she wanted to continue this wager of their as they readied another flask. This time it was actual wine, which helped to wash out the taste of the vinegar. Unfortunately, it didn’t ease the taut stomach as her ample folds were rounding out into a decent sphere of flesh. Things were beginning to get hazy, the room spinning as Chel’s face grew redder than her lips.

“Looks like she’s getting tipsy.”

“Then let’s keep the party going!” The girls continued, undaunted by the fact that Chel’s gas was wretched to the point the priestess had to leave for fresh air. Chel’s torment continued amidst hiccups, belches, and farts as she felt her entire body inflate. A normal person would have been in agony from the amount of force fed alcohol, but because of her already high tolerance and the numbing affects the liquor brought with it, she was more in a stupor than anything else. The twins were merciless with their amusement.

This went on for hours until the myriad flasks and jars were all emptied into Chel. The girls played with her stomach, shaking it about and pushing out the excess gasses in waves of URRVVBBBB and FLLLUUPPP from both sets of cheeks. In her normal mind, Chel would have protested being molested so but it felt nice only because she was slowly regaining her inhibitions.

“Yeewwww URRRRPPPP yoouuur gunnakeep hic yerrr promizz…ight?” Chel asked, able to recall why all of this started but still on the edge that normal speech was an issue. Then again, with the amount of mass accumulating on her face, it may have just been her cheeks causing the impediment. The duo looked at one another, smiling as always as they continued to play with her distended stomach. “Cum onn….FRRTTT I dwank all the URRRPPP winnee…I dunt think sum of dat waz winne.”

“How very astute of you.” They chimed together, nodding as they slid off the tray, leaving Chel spinning as her vision was already dizzy to begin with. “A deal is a deal though, let’s see here.” The girls rummaged through the vast piles of gold, grabbing small handfuls here and there. “I think one handful for every barrel drunk is fair. Don’t you agree sister?”

“I do. The sow should be grateful for this.” The two began to remove the smallest of gold coins, bracelets, and other trinkets as it clicked to Chel just how meaningless that trial of hers was as she let out a pathetic belch. Never again would she be tricked by the two.

While Chel was resilient to keep her pride intact, the twins were more determined than ever to have their fun and keep the punishment on schedule. Even if Chel didn’t agree to their “gold games” as they began to refer to them, they still were able to find ways to disgrace her dignity. When she was forced to glut on honey for a whole day, they slathered her body in it and allowed various animals to lick her clean. When she was forced to drink milk, they tried to make her lactate and drink her own breast milk. It got to the point where she wasn’t allowed the comfort of being bathed, the twins claiming that the only ones that could touch Chel were them. Writhing in agony, discomfort, and her own mess, Chel wished she could undo all of this. Though she knew, somewhere in the depths of her soul, that she would have done the same thing again; just wishing the twins weren’t so sadistic.

However, there was something amiss one day when the girls would not give her a break (for even at their cruelest, the two did give Chel a chance to digest). Today, it was as if there was a vendetta against her stomach and bowels. Over packed and over stimulated, Chel slowly passed out into a stupor. When she awoke, she found herself in a different position as she was no longer starring at the ceiling but propped upright on her ass.

“Well, look who’s up!” They had to laugh at the pun as Chel tried to take in what had happened. As her heavy eyelids opened, she sensed that something had shifted as she saw how her whole body was upright on the scale. Chel tried to absorb just how humungous she was as she tested her newfound mobility. The massive caramel blimp wasn’t too shocked that her range was limited severely but it didn’t help satiate her curiosity.

“How…huff…HRRGGG big am I?” Chel sputtered out, letting out lethargic gasps. The two giggled as Chel shuddered; maybe she was better off not knowing the answer. Despite her own reservations, she knew that there was some humiliating way to illustrate how massive she had gotten. “I guess…FRRTTT I wanna know…”

“Why you’re sitting upright? There are a few reasons.”

“The first being that if you were to keep laying down, something would smother you. My bet was on your tits while sis here said your chins or cheeks would do you in.”

“Mmmurrrppp…second?”

“Oh yes. Well, you’d be happy to know that your punishment is done!” Chel’s eyes went wide over her bloated cheeks. Finally her torment was over though it only now dawned on her that the plate she sat in wasn’t swaying back and forth in the air. Moving her encumbered head as best she could, her lips quivered as the truth hit her. She hadn’t balanced the gold, she outweighed it. “I think we may have gone a biiiit overboard.”

“OVABARD?!” Chel screamed over her puffy lips. She knew that protests wouldn’t do her any good as the girls approached her, mischief in their eyes as they kneaded her flabby body.

“I think we should show her how big she’s gotten. After all, it’s not every day you see the world’s fattest sow.” They removed themselves from her sides as they rummaged in the treasure pile. Coming back with what looked like giant, gold platters, Chel could see their aim as they used the shiny surface as a make shift mirror. She felt her heart sink as she could only assume the giant blob in the reflection was her.

She had fulfilled the wishes of the high chief after all, filling the empty pan with her rolls of blubber. However, because of the tenacity of his daughters, Chel could see how her hips were slowly sagging off the sides of the tray; practically scrapping the ground. Her stomach was a similar affair, rolls upon rolls of brown goodness pushing towards the front of the pan. Chel had to wonder, if she was still in the air, if the wires of the scale would support her.

“Honestly, we were done punishing you about a week ago.” One of them said, coming in to tease and tickle the pockets of scattered cellulite on Chel’s immense hips. Her hoggish snorts only drove her to continue her assault as her sister let the blimp see the massive contrast in their sizes. “But you’re so greedy that I doubt you would have ever noticed.”

“You…snorrttt ddiddd this you…”

“You what? Choose your next words wisely!” Chel knew better, wincing as her melon sized cheek was pinched and wobbled viciously around. “Good, you’re not as dumb as you are selfish.”

“Which is saying a lot considering. I mean, look at the size of these milk tanks!” The second sister chimed in, straining to heave up Chel’s immense breasts. Wincing and moaning from the sensual nature of the touches, the girls couldn’t help but to put their concentration on playing with her swollen teats; caressing her nipples, massaging the sagging mounds, even going so far as to playfully nibble on them. Chel felt her buried knees shake from the arousal as it slowly died off. “Can’t get our piggy too excited huh?”

“What…are you…gunna do…”

“Oh you’ll see. We have a fitting punishment for you!”  Chel shuddered once more at the thought of what these two would do to her. While it involved less food, it involved getting the palace guards involved as they pushed and heaved to get her out the door. The sheer thought that a dozen or so men struggled to move her made her wince in embarrassment. It felt like she was being rolled at points, the flab from her thick chins slapping her cheeks as her floppy breasts bounced like giant pendulums. There wasn’t much she could do to protest unless she wanted to endure the wrath of not only the girls but of the palace guards too. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she was put on some sort of podium surrounded by curtains. “Sit tight, we’ll be right back!”

‘Not like I have a choice.’ Chel thought to herself as the sun set in the horizon. As the hours clicked on, she had to wonder what was going on as she could hear faint murmurs here and there.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. BEHOLD, YOUR FORMER THIEF AND MISCREANT CHEL!”

“FATHER ALLOWED US TO DO WITH HER AS WE PLEASED! SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOUR GREED MATCHES YOUR GUT!” The cloth was yanked away as Chel could see that she was at the top of the palace steps. What worried her more was the crowd the two had gathered as they stood by her sides. The odd gasps and snickers flooded her ears as she felt her face burn hot with indignation. “THIS IS A FITTING PUNISHMENT, DO YOU NOT AGREE?” To her horror, she heard people chiming their two cents in; all of which were against Chel.

“SHE’S SUCH A PIG THAT WE COULD FEED HER ROTTEN VEGETABLES FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT! BUT WE’RE NOT THAT CRUEL.”

“INSTEAD, FORM A LINE. FOR YOUR ATTENDANCE, YOU WILL BE REWARDED!” Chel heard the grunts of the guards once more as she worried they were bringing something to crush her dignity more. Instead, to her surprise and confusion, the counter-weight of gold was placed next to her. “SHE WAS TOLD SHE COULD KEEP THE GOLD. BUT, THE WAY WE SEE IT, HER WEALTH IS BEST SHARED WITH YOU!” Almost immediately, the crowd began to push and shove as the warriors of the city began to organize the masses into a reluctant line. There wasn’t anything she could do except moan through her pursed, bloated lips as the riches she was punished for were given away. Some people scooped up giant handfuls while others were more modest. The kicker was how some of them would inch up to Chel, wanting to see up close and personal just how far gone she was.

“Sheesh, you reek Chel. Don’t you remember how to bathe?”

“Guess being spoiled and pampered makes you forget these things.”

“Maybe we should have her fertilize the field’s next harvest.” A roaring laughter swept through the people as Chel tried to protest, tears welling up in her eyes as the twins took a seat on her ample hips.

“I hope you got what you wanted Chel. You had your treasure in your grasp.”

“Yet it has caused you to go from the greediest girl in the village to the most giving.”

“Noh…wha I wanted.” Chel sobbed. The girls pinched her cheeks once more, shaking them about. “I anna…go…ome.”

“You can’t go home. Not in this state.”

“You’re ours now. Father said we could have a pet and we chose you. Besides, we have a game to play.” Chel’s red, puffy eyes were wide with fear as the two leaned in to her swollen ears. “We have a bet going to see how long it will take you to become our new bed.”

“I hope you’re hungry piggy. When we’re done here, we’re gonna have a big party.” They rubbed her gut, pushing out a few rancid farts for the crowd. “Be sure to give your new admirers a show! After all, you always wanted this. Whether you realized it or not.” If Chel could open her mouth to scream, she could. Instead, all that erupted was a belch.