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[WARNING!: This story contains hyper immobility, health problems, and implied death.]

Ba-Thump... Ba-Thump... Ba-Thump...

Vegito sucked in air through his mouth, his lungs struggling to fill. They felt so weak, so tired...

Everything was dark and fuzzy... He could feel himself drifting back out of conscious thought...

Ba-Thump... Ba-Thump...

Sputtering.

Gasping.

Cool air filled Vegito's straining lungs, but he had to fight for it, and it provided little relief...

Ba-Thump... Ba-Thump...

The Saiyan could hear his heart beating in his ears... His entire body seemed to ache with pain and he couldn't move a muscle... It felt as though he'd lost a fight...

Vegito's already racing heart began to pound harder as his memories came flooding back to him, as his consciousness scrabbled to regain its grip on reality and his senses processed everything he was feeling...

And everything felt so very wrong.

He felt so very big...

"Whuh... hufff! Wheeze...! Whuuhh... thuuhh...?!"

Vegito had lost a fight alright, and the consequences were almost too heavy to bear, even for his mighty Saiyan physique.

Oh dear Kais, how could any living thing be this fat? How could he be this fat?!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Oh no... shit, shit, shit, no...

As if things weren't bad enough already... Majin Buu was still alive, of course he was... Alive and well and firmly wedged between every last fiber of Vegito's vulnerable insides...

Vegito felt his impossibly large stomach drop out from under him.

"Here's a twist, Vegito..." Majin Buu's deep voice burbled from somewhere beneath the hundreds, possibly thousands of pounds of flab that now hung from Vegito's once-impressively fit body, "Did you really think after absorbing both Piccolo AND Gohan that I wouldn't piece your little plan together? Well instead of absorbing you like you've wanted all along, I've forced YOU to absorb ME! Oh yes... I have you now..."

Already struggling to suck in air, the mountain of flesh once known as a Saiyan began to wheeze more heavily. He could feel spittle flying from his lusciously weighted lips, trickling down mounds of chins as he struggled to force his deep, rumbling voice from a chest starved for air by the sheer weight of his own body crushing down on itself, "Hhhuuuuhhhghh...!! Hunnnff.... Hoooowwwhhh...?!"

Majin Buu laughed viciously, and Vegito could feel every cruel cackle... He could barely even feel his legs anymore, but he could somehow feel Buu's parasitic essence wherever it slithered within him. As Buu crowed with laughter, Vegito felt his enormous backside quiver, his slope-like buttocks shaking in an avalanche of cellulite with every word the Majin spoke to him, "How? I know it must be difficult for a cocky ape like you to grasp, especially when you can't even lift a fat finger now, but I've won! I'm inside of you... I don't care how powerful you've become, how much stronger you think you are than me, there's no way you're sending back this meal! Oh yes, Vegito, go ahead and try to increase your power all you want, I'll only get stronger as well..."

Vegito winced as he considered Majin Buu's words. Ordinarily they would be true... He'd be a dead man as soon as Buu's slime hit his lips. But he wasn't an ordinary fusion. He still had to Potara Earrings, and their magic had allowed Vegito to balance and control his ki so effectively that his power was far more than the sum of his fused parts... If he could just tap into that magic carefully, channel his ki perfectly... he might be able to slip past Buu's supposed piggybacking of his strength...

Darkness began to cloud Vegito's vision again as he thought, and he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, growling as he struggled to retain consciousness. The Potara's powers would be useless if he couldn't muster the ki needed to suppress Buu...

But if he could... if he could contain the demon, force Majin Buu out...

"Oh my, poor Vegito! Not just struggling to think your way out of this, but struggling just to stay awake! Oh, how the mighty have fallen... Why don't you just face the facts, lardass? I've won, you've lost!"

"Fuuuhh.... f-fuuuuhhhhgh.... unnngghh...! BwwwooOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRPPP!!!"

Vegito's blubbery chins and sagging cheeks shook with the wet, thunderous force of his belch, and continued to shake with Majin Buu's mirth as he cackled triumphantly. As if being turned into a naked mountain of blubber that reeked of sweat wasn't humiliating enough...

"Still as crude as ever, you filthy pig, but now at least you've got the body to match! I hope you get to keep this body when I send you to the afterlife, it suits you well! I'm sure all your dead friends and family will agree once you go to meet them, oh I'd just LOVE to see the looks on their faces..."

Crap, no! He was running out of time... Vegito could feel his heart throbbing painfully, his lungs huffing and puffing like a rusted out steam engine as he let panic get the better of him... He had to concentrate, he couldn't fail now, not like this... He'd still been able to maintain his Super Saiyan state, surely he had the energy he needed left somewhere inside all this heavy girth...

"Heheheheh... How pathetic you've turned out to be, Vegito. Just listen to yourself! Feel that poor heart of yours struggling to keep up. You really shouldn't be alive right now, you're surely the fattest thing to ever live! I'd take pride in that if I were you, Pigito, after all, there's not much left for you to be proud of! Now... Should I just wait to let you wear yourself out, or should I start tearing you apart from the inside..."

Vegito's stomach lurched again, painfully hard as Majin Buu began to squirm forcefully within his guts. A loud, sick gurgling churned from someplace deep inside of him, and Vegito's flabby features scrunched up in pain as he was hit with a very sudden and deadly bout of indigestion.

Time was running out.

The Super Saiyan took a deep breath, using so much of his strength just to heave his sagging moobs up off his lungs...

He focused deep into every part of him, between the parts filled by Buu's own increasing energy... He was doing it, he was draining Vegito's ki as fast as Vegito could find it, gathering it, guzzling it like a greedy hog...! Vegito began to channel his gathered ki through the Potara, but it was harder to control it than he thought in his panicked state and with his waning strength... He could see light from the glass earrings reflecting from his puffy chins, could feel the heat burning into his flabby cheeks...

Could hear the soft, almost imperceptible tinkle...

The quiet, heartbreaking sound...

Of cracking glass...

Here's a very fat Vegito I drew, perhaps the fattest one anybody's ever drawn, inspired by both my discovery of the phrase in a silly little game that was trendy a month or two back, as well as the commission that I got from MFAOut that you can see here:

www.deviantart.com/infinite-lo…

This picture acts as a sort of sequel to that one, so I decided to continue the lurid tale of morbidly obese superchub Super Saiyan and the feedism obsessed Majin that seems to love to plump him up. The story took a darker turn than I thought it would when I first started writing it, but I figured some people might enjoy it!

The moral of the story?

Don't leave your mouth open when fighting Majin Buu!

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[WARNING!: This story contains hyper immobility, health problems, and implied death.]

Ba-Thump... Ba-Thump... Ba-Thump...

Vegito sucked in air through his mouth, his lungs struggling to fill. They felt so weak, so tired...

Everything was dark and fuzzy... He could feel himself drifting back out of conscious thought...

Ba-Thump... Ba-Thump...

Sputtering.

Gasping.

Cool air filled Vegito's straining lungs, but he had to fight for it, and it provided little relief...

Ba-Thump... Ba-Thump...

The Saiyan could hear his heart beating in his ears... His entire body seemed to ache with pain and he couldn't move a muscle... It felt as though he'd lost a fight...

Vegito's already racing heart began to pound harder as his memories came flooding back to him, as his consciousness scrabbled to regain its grip on reality and his senses processed everything he was feeling...

And everything felt so very wrong.

He felt so very big...

"Whuh... hufff! Wheeze...! Whuuhh... thuuhh...?!"

Vegito had lost a fight alright, and the consequences were almost too heavy to bear, even for his mighty Saiyan physique.

Oh dear Kais, how could any living thing be this fat? How could he be this fat?!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Oh no... shit, shit, shit, no...

As if things weren't bad enough already... Majin Buu was still alive, of course he was... Alive and well and firmly wedged between every last fiber of Vegito's vulnerable insides...

Vegito felt his impossibly large stomach drop out from under him.

"Here's a twist, Vegito..." Majin Buu's deep voice burbled from somewhere beneath the hundreds, possibly thousands of pounds of flab that now hung from Vegito's once-impressively fit body, "Did you really think after absorbing both Piccolo AND Gohan that I wouldn't piece your little plan together? Well instead of absorbing you like you've wanted all along, I've forced YOU to absorb ME! Oh yes... I have you now..."

Already struggling to suck in air, the mountain of flesh once known as a Saiyan began to wheeze more heavily. He could feel spittle flying from his lusciously weighted lips, trickling down mounds of chins as he struggled to force his deep, rumbling voice from a chest starved for air by the sheer weight of his own body crushing down on itself, "Hhhuuuuhhhghh...!! Hunnnff.... Hoooowwwhhh...?!"

Majin Buu laughed viciously, and Vegito could feel every cruel cackle... He could barely even feel his legs anymore, but he could somehow feel Buu's parasitic essence wherever it slithered within him. As Buu crowed with laughter, Vegito felt his enormous backside quiver, his slope-like buttocks shaking in an avalanche of cellulite with every word the Majin spoke to him, "How? I know it must be difficult for a cocky ape like you to grasp, especially when you can't even lift a fat finger now, but I've won! I'm inside of you... I don't care how powerful you've become, how much stronger you think you are than me, there's no way you're sending back this meal! Oh yes, Vegito, go ahead and try to increase your power all you want, I'll only get stronger as well..."

Vegito winced as he considered Majin Buu's words. Ordinarily they would be true... He'd be a dead man as soon as Buu's slime hit his lips. But he wasn't an ordinary fusion. He still had to Potara Earrings, and their magic had allowed Vegito to balance and control his ki so effectively that his power was far more than the sum of his fused parts... If he could just tap into that magic carefully, channel his ki perfectly... he might be able to slip past Buu's supposed piggybacking of his strength...

Darkness began to cloud Vegito's vision again as he thought, and he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, growling as he struggled to retain consciousness. The Potara's powers would be useless if he couldn't muster the ki needed to suppress Buu...

But if he could... if he could contain the demon, force Majin Buu out...

"Oh my, poor Vegito! Not just struggling to think your way out of this, but struggling just to stay awake! Oh, how the mighty have fallen... Why don't you just face the facts, lardass? I've won, you've lost!"

"Fuuuhh.... f-fuuuuhhhhgh.... unnngghh...! BwwwooOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRPPP!!!"

Vegito's blubbery chins and sagging cheeks shook with the wet, thunderous force of his belch, and continued to shake with Majin Buu's mirth as he cackled triumphantly. As if being turned into a naked mountain of blubber that reeked of sweat wasn't humiliating enough...

"Still as crude as ever, you filthy pig, but now at least you've got the body to match! I hope you get to keep this body when I send you to the afterlife, it suits you well! I'm sure all your dead friends and family will agree once you go to meet them, oh I'd just LOVE to see the looks on their faces..."

Crap, no! He was running out of time... Vegito could feel his heart throbbing painfully, his lungs huffing and puffing like a rusted out steam engine as he let panic get the better of him... He had to concentrate, he couldn't fail now, not like this... He'd still been able to maintain his Super Saiyan state, surely he had the energy he needed left somewhere inside all this heavy girth...

"Heheheheh... How pathetic you've turned out to be, Vegito. Just listen to yourself! Feel that poor heart of yours struggling to keep up. You really shouldn't be alive right now, you're surely the fattest thing to ever live! I'd take pride in that if I were you, Pigito, after all, there's not much left for you to be proud of! Now... Should I just wait to let you wear yourself out, or should I start tearing you apart from the inside..."

Vegito's stomach lurched again, painfully hard as Majin Buu began to squirm forcefully within his guts. A loud, sick gurgling churned from someplace deep inside of him, and Vegito's flabby features scrunched up in pain as he was hit with a very sudden and deadly bout of indigestion.

Time was running out.

The Super Saiyan took a deep breath, using so much of his strength just to heave his sagging moobs up off his lungs...

He focused deep into every part of him, between the parts filled by Buu's own increasing energy... He was doing it, he was draining Vegito's ki as fast as Vegito could find it, gathering it, guzzling it like a greedy hog...! Vegito began to channel his gathered ki through the Potara, but it was harder to control it than he thought in his panicked state and with his waning strength... He could see light from the glass earrings reflecting from his puffy chins, could feel the heat burning into his flabby cheeks...

Could hear the soft, almost imperceptible tinkle...

The quiet, heartbreaking sound...

Of cracking glass...

Here's a very fat Vegito I drew, perhaps the fattest one anybody's ever drawn, inspired by both my discovery of the phrase in a silly little game that was trendy a month or two back, as well as the commission that I got from MFAOut that you can see here:

www.deviantart.com/infinite-lo…

This picture acts as a sort of sequel to that one, so I decided to continue the lurid tale of morbidly obese superchub Super Saiyan and the feedism obsessed Majin that seems to love to plump him up. The story took a darker turn than I thought it would when I first started writing it, but I figured some people might enjoy it!

The moral of the story?

Don't leave your mouth open when fighting Majin Buu!