“I'm still just slightly suspicious of any door that appears from no where, especially since we're not on home territory.  Can you guys really blame me?”  The portly party of three approached the door with uncertainty, staring at it from a safe distance as the three fat girls discussed their next move.  Pram wanted to escape very much, but this would all be for naught if this exit led them deeper into this bizarre, unknown world.  She bent forward and investigated the door for any suspicious markings, writing, or whatever else, sticking up her huge, wide butt as she panned the wood grain and ran her hands across it for any odd traits.

“You said you wanted to get out of here and now you're having second thoughts?”  Salome rested her soft hand on the door, her thick fingers squishing against it's wood, and joined Pram in feeling across the grain.  “It feels like any normal door to me.”

“I bet it appeared because we beat those four veggie guys!”  Trenia suggested as she playfully drummed her belly, waiting for the other girls to make a move.

“That could actually be it!”  Pram's head perked up, a light turning on in her head.  “We beat the four bosses in this room, even if they're total weaksauce, and then we get to advance to the next stage.  It makes  sense to me.  But the million hell question is, what in the world could be in the next stage?”

“RPG law dictates it can be one of many things,” Salome began, looking at the door sagely.  “It could lead us to an exit, like we want it to.  It could take us to a treasure room as well.”

“Both sound pretty good to me,”  Pram smirked.  “If there's treasure in there I might find an amulet that can return me to normal.  That would make escaping much easier!”

“Maybe we'll find some chocolate coins!”  Trenia shouted out, licking her lips.  “A whole treasure trove of them!  So many that we could swim in them!”

“Do we look like ducks to you?”  Pram shouted back to Trenia.  “Besides, I'm going no where near any pools, full of gold, candy, water or whatever, in this shape!  I don't think they make bikinis in twin bed size!”

“Then again, just because this door appeared because we beat the room's guardians doesn't mean it leads to something good.  It might lead to a boss fight, for all we know.  Or it could be a trap”  Salome named all the positive possibilities, so now she had to be realistic and present what might go wrong.  

“Damn, you're right Salome.  We really have no clue what's behind this door, don't we?”  Pram frowned and tapped the door with her fist.  It made a wooden sound like any door should.  “Is anyone there?” She yelled, before carefully grabbing the handle, giving it a twist, and pulling the door open.  She bent over and peeked through the small crack of the open door.  

“Whaddaya see?  Whaddaya see?”  Trenia was bouncing up and down eagerly, her belly jumping up and hitting the ground forcefully each time, exhausting the girl not long after a flurry of heavy bounces.  

“I see a hall. And empty hall.  It's pretty darn plain looking, actually.”  Pram opened the door the whole way and motioned down the hall, her arm fat swaying and jiggling with the motion.  “I guess it's a tiny let down, but no news is better than bad news.”

“We don't know what's down this hall yet.  It could be trapped,”  Salome noted, looking down at the narrow, claustrophobic hall, and then down at her bulging hips.  It would be just wide enough for her and Pram to squeeze through without getting stuck.  

“Lay off the negativity!  You're going to give us bad luck!”  Pram whined, shoving Salome lightly.  

“The only way to really know is to go on ahead.  We just need to be cautious,” Salome warned.

“Let's go!”  Trenia yelled, waddling into Pram and Salome, her wide belly pushing them aside as she began to waddle down the path as quickly as her chunky legs could possibly carry her, her two companions getting a good view of the green panties clinging on her out of shape butt as it shook its way down the hall.

“Wait!”  Pram yelled out to her.  “Don't you know it might be dangerous down there?”  Pram tried to run after Trenia with as much speed as she could muster, slowed down by the wobbling of her billowing butt cheeks and rubbing thighs that crashed into each other with each step.

“Slow down, Pram, before you exhaust yourself.”  Salome began to waddle behind Pram, her incredible hourglass body making her motion a seductive sway, even with no intent to be sexy.  “I don't sense anything dangerous at the end of this hall.  There is a... bizarre presence, I will admit, at the end of this tunnel, but it shouldn't be any worse than what we've already dealt with.  It doesn't seem to house anything harmful.  We can let Trenia go on by herself.”  Pram watched the round, fleshy figure of Trenia vanish and shrugged her shoulders, slowly advancing down the hall with Salome following not so far behind.

“I swear, the nerve of those stupid leaf brains!”  Pram was fuming the whole way down the long hall, Trenia's giggling disappearing as she ran too far ahead of the rest.  “Not only did they drag me into their dumb grudge, but they turned me into this mammoth blob.  Who the hell do they think they are?”

“Obviously they just don't know how to deal with their own insecurities.”  Salome shrugged her shoulders, the sudden rise and fall of her arms causing her breasts to spasm and jiggle.  “Yet I'm still curious as to how they pieced this sort of plan together.”

“Really now?”  Pram asked, curious as to where Salome was taking this conversation.  “They did pull off something major for a bunch of sprouts.  They kidnapped two strong overlords and a powerful spirit and didn't even wake us up?  Either all of the minions guarding our Netherworlds are idiots, and I wouldn't put it past them, or those veggies have some big help on their hands.  Could we be dealing with someone pulling the strings?”

“Perhaps whoever assisted them didn't want to further their grudge against Zetta.  They might actually be aiming for us and using those fools to incapacitate us.”

“Now why would they want to do that to us?  Are they too afraid to fight us straight on?  So afraid they have to have a bunch of sneaky snackfoods bloat us up?  And then they'll attack us?  I oughta break their neck, whoever they are!”

“Now, now!”  Salome shook her head, laughing nervously at how worked up Pram was getting. “This situation is purely hypothetical!”

“Hypothetical, or not, that's not going to stop me from kicking the ass of whoever pulled us into this!”  Pram groaned as her hips bounced and swept against the stone walls of the hall.  “And then I'll find a way to return to my normal size, too.  No one is going to take an Overlord seriously when they need two thrones to sit at while they're yelling orders at their minions!  I'll be a joke!  People might even start to take Drake even more seriously than they do me!”

“I think it would take a miracle for anyone to take Drake that seriously,”  Salome chuckled, amused that Pram concerned herself more with her mass than with escaping an unknown and possibly dangerous territory.  “As important as it is to find out how to return to normal we also need to figure this situation out.  We need to know where we are, how to get out, and who is behind this.  I think we need that information before we should scheme how to normal, don't you think?”  

“Yeah, I know,” Pram pouted, wanting to lose her weight as soon as possible, wishing to shed the flab she found so burdening, considering it to be a potential embarrassment for an up and coming overlord such as she.  What would all of the other Overlords she had to compete with think of her in such a humiliating state?  She dreaded to even consider it.  Pram looked up and continued waddling ahead, deciding to put aside such thoughts for later, hoping they would find something advantageous down this seemingly endless passage.

“Wait!”  Pram yelled out, spying a bizarre flash of light at the end of the tunnel.  She halted suddenly, and before Salome could bring her bulk to a stop she waddled right into Pram's behind, her cascading belly colliding with Pram's enormous cheeks with a huge jiggle.  “I see something up ahead!”  Pram began to hurry ahead as fast as she could carry her body, every roll of flab jiggling as she approached the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Hold your horses, Pram!  You're almost being as impatient as Trenia”  Salome yelled, slowed down by the wild bouncing of her breasts.

“I have every right to be impatient!  We're almost out of this tunnel!”  Pram yelled back, her wobbling bottom threatening to tip her over with each step, yet still continuing her full speed waddle ahead despite her heavy hinderances.  

–

“Well, good job screwing everything up, Zetta!”  Alex, the overlord of destruction and arch rival to Zetta, smacked the red haired demon in the back of the head.  “You had to throw away the box, didn't you?  Don't you know that you never throw away the box that comes with any electronics, you idiot?”

“I didn't throw away the box.  My minions did!  Don't dump this on me!”  Zetta growled back at Alex, smacking him back.

“Guys, guys, no fighting please!”  Micky, the head and leader of the triple overlord Valvoga, protested, trying to stop an all out battle between Alex and Zetta from occurring.

“Don't listen to him!  Fight!  Kill!  Blood!”  Dryzen, the enormous skull like monstrosity that formed the lower body of Valvoga, cheered, hoping to stir on a bloodbath between the two.

“You know, Zetta, an Overlord's minions are only as bright as their leader.  I think that explains why they threw out the box instead of keeping it.”  Ophelia, the smallest member of Valvoga, was perhaps also the most astute, had fun mocking the mighty overlord.

“Shuddap!  We'll get this damn thing working!  It's not my fault I bought the one model out there with preset parental controls.  We just need the serial code to reset it then we can watch our game.”

“I came here because I wanted to see the game, not to spend time with you, Zetta!  I skipped out on a nice raid to see this!”  Alex grunted dissatisfiedly at Zetta's technological incompetence.

“A raid?  You play MMOs?”  Micky asked, not considering Alex to be one for online gaming.

“Nah, a real raid.  I was going to meet with some dragons and ransack a Prinny village.”

“Kill them!  Make them go kerboom!”  Dryzen shouted happily while Zetta ignored the beast's cheers, pondering his hardest to think of someone who could help solve this problem.

“Babylon wouldn't be any help.  He has a tough enough time getting his grandfather clock to work.  Maybe could track down Pram.  I'm sure she could find out the serial code, she's resourceful enough.”

“I tried to call Pram.  I wanted to see if she'd help me make some appetizers while the game was on, but her servants said she was staying in her room for the day.  They couldn't get her out of bed no matter how much they tried.”  Micky shook his head unhappily.  “I guess that's a no-go!”

“And we can't get any help from Salome, either.  I don't want to interrupt her shopping.  Only Baal knows what she'd do if that happened,” Zetta moaned, frowning.

“So are we screwed, then?”  Alex scoffed.  “Because if I leave quick enough I can still catch that raid.  I can always catch the replays on PrinTube.”

“Hey, don't count me out, asshat!  The game doesn't start for a couple hours.  I'm sure we can start something.  Micky, Olphelia, you two try and call the company to get a bypass code.”

“What about Dryzen?”  The monster yelled, unhappy with being left out of Zetta's plans.

“You don't say a thing.  I don't want you scaring the tech help guy off the line.”  Zetta scratched his chin and turned to his next guest.  “Asshat, you can go root through the trash to find the box.  It might be somewhere in there.”

“Why do I have to look through the  trash?”  Alex groaned, punching Zetta's shoulder.

“Because you are trash, that's why!  It'd be easier for you.”  Zetta began to walk out of his throne room, marching quickly, as Alex shook his fist bitterly at his rival.

“Now where are you going?” Ophelia asked.

“I'm going to meet with some of my scientists and engineers.  If anyone can fix this damn thing, it's them!”

–

Pram waddled out from the hall, exhausted from having moved her six hundred pounds so far, yet glad to be in a much more open space.  

“Now what do we have here?”  She asked, looking around the room.  There didn't seem to be any other doors, yet it was surprisingly well decorated compared to the dining room they had escaped from.  The floor was a blue carpet soft to the touch and the walls a striking maroon with white columns at each corner.  “This place looks nice.  It could use some furniture, though.”

“It doesn't seem to have any exit, though,” Salome added, looking at each wall.  “We may have to solve some sort of puzzle like we did in the last one.”

“Can you really call that a puzzle?” Pram tensed up as she shot a dirty look at Salome.  “Eating five times my weight in food isn't a puzzle, it's a penalty!  I really hope I never have to do anything like that ever again!”

“Either way, the exit to this room is hidden.  There must be some way to make it appear.”  Salome examined the empty room for any sort of hint or means of escape.

“Damn it,” Pram groaned.  “And escape slips out of our grasps once again!”  Pram scanned the room for anything out of the ordinary, spotting Trenia bent over, the flab on her back and her wide bottom wobbling and her belly hanging so low it rested on the floor, toying with something nestled in one of the corners.  “There you are!”  Pram waddled over to Trenia's side, prodding the fat girl stubbornly.  “You got us really worried when you ran off like that!”

“Don't worry about me at all!”  Trenia chuckled reassuringly, not moving her gaze from her obect of captivation, as she continued fiddling with it excitedly.  “I'm a big girl!  I can take care of myself!”

“You're big, sure, but not exactly in the sense that you're thinking,”  Pram muttered, shaking her head.  “Anyway, what do you have there?  Did you find something good?”

“You bet I did!”  Trenia scooted back a couple steps and motioned to the treasure chest nestled up against the wall.  It was a good two feet tall and just slightly wider, it's exterior a well polished oak and it's keyhole well shined and gold plated.  “Isn't it cool?”

“A treasure chest?”  Pram assessed the situation, bending over at Trenia's side.  Her own stomach hung to the ground, though not as far as Trenia's did, as she bent in close for a good look.  “Nice find, girl!  It just might have what we need to escape, and even if it doesn't I'm sure it will have something nice in it anyway.”  Pram reached for the box's lid and popped it open.  “And it isn't even locked.  This is almost too good to be true!  Let's open it up!”

“Hey, lady!”  Pram shivered, her flab jiggling in response, shocked to hear an unknown voice coming from nearby.  

“I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to touch your treasure chest, sir!  I just found it sitting here and wanted to pick it up and bring it back to it's owner, that's all!”  Pram's teeth were chattering.  She hoped that the owner of this treasure would be somewhat understanding and not accuse her of grand theft booty.

“Pram, who are you talking to?” Salome asked.  “Or, who is talking to you?”

“What do you mean?  There has to be someone else in this room!”  Pram grew even more unsettled.  “If there wasn't, then who the hell was that?”

“I don't see anyone but us three,”  Salome said, shaking her head.

“What?  Now I don't count?”  Pram slowly looked down and gasped to see a pair of cracks had formed in the top of the treasure chest, each with a glowing eye in it's middle.  “It's not fun to have weird fat girls go around grabbing you by the head, you know?”

“Oh my Baal, this thing is talking to me!”  Pram let go of the talking treasure chest and shot backwards, falling onto her well padded bottom, the treasure chest clattering as it hit the floor.

“I'm not a thing, miss.  I have a name.  I'm M. Itator.  First name Mimmik.  And I think you got my wood all smudged up.”  The treasure chest monster wiped itself off.

“I'm sorry Mr. Itator,” Pram yelped, nervously.  “I didn't mean to do anything bad to y-”  Pram caught herself mid apology, and quickly began to frown.  “Wait, why am I letting you work me up?  I'm an overlord, and you're just a big mouthed box.”  Pram pushed herself to her feet slowly, a heavy task in itself.  

“You're right, you are much stronger than I am.”  Legs and arms popped out of the treasure chest as it stood up.  “But why would you want to fry me?  I might be the ticket out of here you're looking for.  You don't want to make any rash decisions anyway, since you're not on your home territory.”

“If we can't destroy you, then you should make yourself useful.”  Salome waddled up to the talking treasure chest and cast a large shadow over it, appearing surprisingly intimidating despite her bulgy body.  “Perhaps you'd be willing to explain our circumstances some?  Where are we, and who created this realm?”

“Good questions, all of them,” Mimmik replied.  “I could answer all of them for you, but I'd rather have a little fun instead!”

“Fun?”  Pram scoffed, now on her feet once again.  “How can this be anyone's definition of fun?”

“If you want out, you'll need to complete three challenges.”  Mimmik opened wide, reaching into himself and pulling out a microphone, complete with cord.  “That's how you can escape from the Netherworld of Endless Delights!”  The lights in the room flashed off, and upon re-illumination the room had been magically renovated.  Confetti was strong up along the sides of the walls and three enormous spotlights appeared at the center of the ceiling, one of each focusing on the three enormous guest.  Just beyond where Mimmik stood there where three curtained-off exits, Mimmik now standing on a podium situated in the middle of the exits.

“What the hell just happened?” Pram yelled.

“Do that again!  That was fun!”  Trenia clapped her hands delightedly.  

“Right now, you three ladies are at a little realm called the Netherworld of Endless Delights.   Nice place, isn't it?  Think of it as an all you can eat buffet, a candy shop, and a paradise all rolled up into one.”

“Can it, lock face!  We want out of here, and I want to get out of here without eating any more!”  Pram yelled, approaching the podium angrily, ready to tip it right over.

“Good luck with that, missy,” Mimmik replied.  “If you really want out that badly you'll have to take one of the three challenges behind these doors, if you can fit through them, of course!”

“Don't make me sit on you!  I'll reduce you to splinters!”  Pram snarled, digging her hands into the podium.

“There are rewards for completing the challenges, you know.  If you complete all three you get to escape, and who knows, there might be even more in it for you all!”  Pram, heeding Mimmik's words, hesitantly removed her hands from the podium.

“What do you mean, rewards?”

“Perhaps he'll provide you with a means to return to normal if you can complete his task.   Couldn't that be just what you are looking for?”

“Or maybe I could give you a nice power boost?  I'm sure that's just what an enterprising overlord like you would love!”

“Damn it, you're right.  As much as I hate to admit it we are going to have to try playing on his terms!”  Pram sorely pouted, sticking her tongue out at Mimmik.  “So what's your game?  How are we going to get out of here?”

“See these three door here?”  Mimmik motioned to the three exits, each blocked off with a curtain of a different color.  One was a bright pink, the next a dark brown, and the third a deep red.  “Behind each of these is a different section of the Netherworld of Endless Sweets, and in each of these there is a challenge for you three to complete.  Once they've all been finished you'll be brought back here and you'll get your rewards!  If you can even fit in this room by time its over, of course!”

“Three different challenges, you say?”  Salome began to nod her head.  “That would mean one for each of us, of course.”

“That's just goofy!  You mean we all can't just go in the same door?  Why does it have to be one for each of us?”

“I don't make the rules, miss.  I just host the game.”  Mimmik shrugged.

“I can't believe how arbitrary it is!  It seems like a plot device for a bad fighting manga or an RPG.  I'm sick of all of these games.”

“But I like games!”  Trenia said, smiling as she waddled up to Pram's side, giggling carefree.

“What would happen if we all just went in the same door and ignored those stupid rules?  Then what?”  Pram smirked defiantly.  

“Hell if I know,” Mimmik replied.  “Give it a shot if you wanna, I don't give an orc's ass what you do.”  Mimmik stepped off the podium.  “I've got a wife and kids I gotta get back to.  My job is done.”

“Job?  If this is all just a job for you, then who is your boss?”  Pram asked.

“I dunno.  He pays well enough, though.”  Mimmik pulled out a miniature suitcase from the bottom of the podium and began to leave for the hallway from which Pram and company came from, whistling a tune the whole way out as he left the three bewildered beauties behind to deal with these trials on their own.

“Stupid little wood head,”  Pram muttered, the three now alone in the bright room with three challenges set in front of them.  “For the host he sure doesn't know crap about what he's doing.”

“Shall we start the challenges, then?” Salome suggested, examining the three doors in front.

“We're going to all go straight into one, then,” Pram declared.  “He said we need to complete three challenges, so maybe we can break the rules and complete three of the same challenge.”

“So Pram's gonna cheat, huh?  Good idea!”  Trenia chuckled snidely, giving Pram a playful slap on the bottom for the good idea.

“Hey, quit that!”  Pram yelped as the slap set her jiggling cheeks into motion.  “If you do that again I swear I'm going to go nuts!  Those are sensitive, you know!” Pram blushed as she waddled forward, her butt still in motion, and looked to the pastel pink door.  “This one looks the least intimidating to me.  How about we all give this one a shot?”

“Sounds good to me,”  Salome replied, waddling behind Pram as she got in position to take the Netherworld Trial “So we'll all waddle in after eachother, yes?”

“I like this plan!”  Trenia cheered.

“Just be quick.”  Pram now stood at the curtain, with Salome and Trenia close behind and ready to enter.  “Once I give the word go let's go, okay?”

“Okay!  Let's go!”  Trenia smiled, waddling forward and shoving Salome's plush cheeks with her belly, creating a chain reaction of flab that shoved Pram in.

“You idiot, not now!”  Pram yelled as she disappeared behind the curtain.

“Oh dear,”  Salome replied, before waddling in quickly after.

“Let's go!”  Trenia shouted, rushing into the pink-curtained exit, ready to take on the challenge of the Netherworld of Endless Sweets, vanishing behind the glittery fabric.