Midna's double chin rippled as she chewed greedily.

"Mmrn, mffm, buurp," belched the devious imp, as she reached for yet another chunk of roasted meat. Then she crammed more mashed potatoes into her mouth, using her immense orange magical helmet-hand.

Link, sitting beside her at the table, heard the creak of the bench they both sat on, as it sagged visibly under their combined weight. Of course, it wasn't Link's weight that was causing the bench so much trouble.

Midna had been slowly, steadily putting on weight over the last few months. As their journeys across Hyrule had lengthened, she had taken more and more of a liking to the kingdom's various cuisines, and spent more and more time shoving more and more of it in her mouth. From the Hyruleans' hearty kitchen fare to the Gorons' fried delicacies to the hearty seafood of the Zora, Midna had been steadily stuffing her face. She claimed it was because she was "using more magic," but Link had some doubts about that. He didn't say anything, though.

As a result of her indulgences, Midna had become quite considerably fat. Her billowing chins and bloated jowls made her look swinish, like a pig that had been fed for the fair. Her beefy double chin swallowed up her neck and sagged in a fat swell down between the hefty plump blobs of her breasts. Link had not thought her imp body had breasts; apparently she had just been too skinny to possess them before, and at least a hundred pounds of pure lard had rectified this oversight. They bloated in hefty mounds onto the top of her fat belly. Midna had grown quite a gut. Her old, skinny self could have curled up comfortably inside the resplendent belly her weight gain had attached to her. An oozing, swollen, ticklike blob of blubber, Midna's belly almost sagged to the stone floor of the inn as she sat on the creaking bench. On either side of her belly and breasts, her arms were laden with flab, like sagging sacks of pudding as they rolled over her elbows to meet her plump forearms.

Frrrtt!

A sharp fart issued from Minda's engorged ass. The imp had grown a butt almost as big as her belly, two bloated, oozing cheeks that sagged out and behind her in a fatty shelf. Attached to her butt cheeks, Midna's thighs had grown fat and meaty, bloated with lard and oozing over her soft knees. Her calves were swollen with fat, and oozed over her ankles to her plump feet.

FRRTT!!

Link wrinkled his nose. Midna's gluttony often gave her terrible gas as her overtaxed guts had to process all the food she was eating these days. She'd joke that it was "a present for him," which was not something Link found terribly funny.

"Mfnmf, thish is the best," said Midna, piggish face rippling as she talked with her mouth full. "This inn has the best mutton we've encountered yet so far. Way better than the other six places I've tried it!" Drool and meat grease slopped down onto the turgid slope of her gut.

"You two just about done?" said the host of the inn's main room. "Kitchen's just about to close for the evening."

"Ooh, buurp, can I get..." Midna drummed her fat fingers on her protruberant gut, "just another pheasant? Roasted a bit more, this time."

"Sure." He turned to Link. "Your bill will be 60 Rupees. I'll put it on your room charge."

Link grimaced. In addition to becoming a physical burden with her ever-heavier body, Midna's turn to fat had become a burden on his wallet, as well. After all, it's not like she ever paid for any of her enormous meals. At least she went out of her way to help him seek out extra rupees these days, ostensibly out of "generosity to my noble wolf," but Link knew Midna was just scrounging for more money for meals

The pheasant came. Minda licked her lips. Her small, plump hands took hold of the roasted bird, and with a gluttonous, very fatty-sounding gurgle in her throat, she bit right in. Juice from the bird oozed down her saggy fat jowls and rolled over the gap between her first chin and her second. She ate. She ate. She ate and ate and ate, as the host came and Link paid the bill. The piggish imp had gotten so large she was starting to resemble a moblin, at least the fatter ones he'd seen over the last few months.

FRRRRTTT!!

Link grimaced again. Goddesses, her farts stank. All that meat really did wreak havoc on her guts.

"BUUURRRP!!" belched Midna loudly as the last bite of the pheasant slid down her throat. She decadently sucked off all her fat fingers one by one, slurping up lingering bits of meat and juices. "Ahhh," she sighed, leaning forward on the bench a little, causing her huge, sagging belly to get just a little closer to the ground. It wasn't even an inch from the stone floor, really. Link marveled, not for the first time, on just how fat she'd gotten. "Such a hic! fine feast, eh, Wolfie?" Minda ribbed Link in the side. Then she yawned. "I do think... it's time for a nice beddy-bye. All that eating has tired me out!"

The bench creaked extra-loud as Minda floated herself up into the air, her orange hair waving a bit from the motion. Link could swear even that had gotten fatter in the last few months. Midna grunted in a very unladylike way as she turned towards the stairs leading up to the inn's rooms. Her enormous gut sagged down from the rest of her body, sloshing idly back and forth as she floated along. She looked like some kind of absurd blimp. She'd long ago gotten bigger around than she was tall; now Link realized she was wider than she was tall, too, her span from side to side exceeding her height.

Link followed her up the stairs to where their room was, wincing as Midna farted repeatedly in her wake. "Hmm hmm, I wonder what we'll have for breakfast tomorrow?" Midna asked herself, smacking her lips greedily. "I would like some eggs and sausages, but the griddle cakes we've had here are so tasty too..." Her big double chin wattled as she giggled. "I could always have both!"

She had an enormous meal in her stomach and she was still thinking about food. The imp had truly become a hog. Link was amazed.

They reached the door to their room. Midna lazily floated up close to the ceiling, her turgid, protruberant belly sagging low beneath her. The door was in sight. Midna floated forward a little faster. Link could hear the gurgle of her guts as she began to digest her immense supper.

FRRRTT!!

Midna sighed. "Then again, I suppose we could have some black pudding, that's always good too..."

She floated forward--

And stopped.

"Hurm?" burbled Midna, fat face jiggling as she made a distressed expression. She tried to keep floating forward... but she was suddenly stuck. She glanced over her shoulder.

Link had caught up with her by now, and when he saw the sight before him, he laughed. Midna had gotten herself wedged in the doorframe. She was so overwhelmingly fat that the girth of her waistline was too wide for the door, and she'd become plugged up in the upper half of the doorway. She had, moreover, been floating high enough that her orange hair was wedged firmly against the top of the doorframe, unable to move, unable to form its hand.

"Oooh, oh, ah, Wolfie!" Midna said with a gurgling voice. "I'm stuck! You've gotta get me out of here!"

Link chuckled.

"Or, no, stupid, I'll just teleport, duh!" said Midna. She surged her orange hair--

It was stuck. She was wedged so tightly up against the top of the doorframe by her back fat that the hair couldn't move into its hand shape, and thus could not perform the snapping gesture that triggered her teleportation magic.

"Oh! Oh! Wolfie! Link! Help me out!" Midna said. She wiggled and jostled in place, but she was well and truly stuck. Her vast fat circumference and the billowing width of her waistline had wedged her fast in the wooden doorframe.

Link smiled, very amused, as he got down on his hands and knees and crawled beneath Midna's massive form. He glanced straight up, and was met by the imp's engorged belly, a huge swell of dark blue and light aquamarine. Pausing briefly, Link reached a finger up and poked into Midna's belly.

"BUUUAARRRPP!!" belched Midna as the poke forced a burp out of her. "Oy! Link! That's not funny! Don't do that!"

Link, unable to resist, poked her gut again.

"FRRRRTTT!!!

"Bah, stop that! Stupid wolf!" Minda growled, the stench of her flatulence wafting all around her enormous bulk. "Oh, hold on, I can activate the teleportation by snapping my fingers, too, of course." So she raised a fat hand, and snapped.

Or tried to. But all the lard Midna's body had accumulated had gone to her hands as much as anywhere else on her body. Her hands had grown plump and her fingers had grown fat--so fat, in fact, that she couldn't snap them.

She couldn't snap her hair. She couldn't snap her fingers. She couldn't teleport.

She was stuck.

"Oh! Oh, oh, oh no!" Midna moaned, genuine distress now visible on her fat face. "I'm stuck, Wolfie! I'm not gonna be able to get into bed! And... and..." her double chin sloshed as she gasped in terror, "I'll miss breakfast tomorrow!"

Link laughed. He now poked even deeper into Midna's belly, sinking his finger to the knuckle in her vast, fat gut.

"Buaarrp! Burp! Uuuaarrp, Link, cut that out!" Midna moaned. "You're upsetting my tummy!"

Link poked even harder, really giving her a nice, hard push in her vast, sagging bulk.

FRRT!

FRRRRT!

FRRRRRRRRTTTT!!

FRRRRRRAAABBBTTTTTT!!!

Then there was a shift of shadow and all of a sudden the black and angled teal lines of Twili magic filled the air. With a burst of blue, Midna was gone from the doorframe, and suddenly floated freely in the midst of the room, her huge body looking like a parade float.

"Oh! I'm free!" Midna said, patting her bulk all over. "But what triggered the teleportation magic? I wasn't able to snap..."

Link walked around the bloated, blimplike form of the fat imp, and poked his finger into her gargantuan right buttock. Midna blushed. She had farted so hard that her big butt cheeks had clapped together from the emission of gas, and it had served as a de facto snap to trigger her magic.

Midna's porcine face flushed. Her big, saggy cheeks and jowls were tinged with red. "W-Well..." she murmured. "At least that's over. Now let's get to bed, I'm beat."

She floated down onto the bed in the center of the room. It creaked heavily under her weight. Link saw her huge body swelling across the mattress. She was clearly going to take up more than half the bed with her girth.

Link sighed, and began to pull off his boots. Whatever. At least it beat sleeping outdoors.