Living Off the Fat of the Land- Part 2

Kass breaks free of his kind-of captors, and is ready to throw his weight around and roll with the punches- Enjoy!

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Kass sighed contentedly as he leaned back on several plump, feathery pillows as he supped on honeyed fruit and spiced rice balls. After a few weeks of enjoying the hospitality in New Hateno, however, the rito was becoming indistinguishable from those plump, overstuffed feathery pillows he was surrounded by. He had been gorging on food while villagers pampered him, attending to his every need, insisting that he was being celebrated as a long-awaited guest.

It was the finest Kass had ever been treated, but the rito bard wasn't a fool- the rich food had laid heavy on him, his body soft and pliable as a giant mound of dough. His clothes were long gone, split part days back from the sheer amount of fat flooding his thighs and blubbery belly. He would have covered up or had more clothes made, but at almost every angle, the sheer flab hanging off his body kept him decent. He hissed to himself, flinching at what his wife would say… but he had to start making tracks home. He would go back to the Rito Village with a new story, at least, which he would be telling for a long time as he dieted…

Kass chomped down on his last bite of honeyed fruit, then grunted as he threw his whole weight into pulling himself up. Huffing from the effort, his belly spilling past his hips in thick sheets, he staggered a bit as he righted himself up, his pillowy chest jiggling as he breathed in deeply. Already feeling doubt, he held out his thick arms and begin to flap, building up speed- he felt himself begin to lift off the ground, but he couldn't maintain the momentum, and with a loud grunt, dropped the few inches he was hovering back to the ground. He swore he felt the ground quake- and then bashfully pushed that thought aside.

"Oh, Kass…" one of his usual servers, a woman named Valyra, crossed his path. "You're… up! Is there something wrong?"

"Ah, nothing, nothing- but would you find Darrak for me? I wanted to discuss heading home." Kass said, patting his round middle. "I think I've had my fill, pah."

Valyra had a strange look on her face, but then soon nodded. "Oh, of course, sir."

Kass felt a little tired standing, and so he fell back on to his pile of pillows until Darrak appeared. Again, a strange look on his face. "My honored friend, I heard you wanted to leave us so soon?"

"Oh, well, it is time I began heading home- I have a family waiting for me, and this trip has given me plenty of material. Imagine! People back home will be thrilled to discover an entire village of Hylians out here in the desert." Kass chuckled.

Darrak paused for a moment, then smiled. "Of course- but naturally, we must have a farewell feast with you."

Kass furrowed his brow. Something about the way he said that didn't sound quite right. "Well…"

"Oh please, my friend- if you are to leave us, we do want to send you off and have you for one last feast."

"I suppose one last meal wouldn't do any harm," Kass finally said, grinning crookedly.

"Excellent!" Darrak turned to some of the other Hylians. "Alright, everyone! We have another feast to plan- make certain our dear friend's cup is never empty!"

Immediately, Kass felt a half dozen hands guiding him back to his pile of pillows, while a goblet large as his head was being filled with wine. Soon, more honeyed fruit and sizzling meat was being brought to him by the plateful, more of the Hylians tilting back his goblet or even gently pushing the food up to his beak. The rito fell deeper and deeper into a food and wine-addled binge, his senses and inhibitions lowering until he simply leaned back, taking any morsel offered and forcing it down his beak, until the overstuffed bird slipped into a food coma that would have destroyed a weaker rito…

Kass opened one eye some time later, in a room he didn't recognize. It was daytime, and whilst he was still feeling incredibly sluggish from his gorging last night, he could hear voices from the other side of the room's door.

"...you still think he's too small?"

The next voice he recognized was Darrak. "Maybe. I'm not willing to take chances, though. If he's not big enough, this whole village will starve, after all the work we've done to feed him up."

The rito breathed in sharply, clamping a hand over his beak to keep himself from gasping and being heard. Even through the haze off a hangover and his still-digesting food coma, Kass knew danger when he heard it. He glanced at his own body, wincing- so this is why they had been feeding him so well. From last night's binge, his belly alone had swollen to the size of a lynel, a massive orb that dominated his frame and spilled over his legs and onto the mattress he was resting on. He huffed dragging that titanic weight up, arching his broad, flabby back just to keep his belly from dragging on the floor. The hylians' voices drifted away from his room, and Kass started to think fast about how to escape- only to find that the door to the room was unlocked. Perhaps an oversight on the hylians part, or sheer dumb luck, Kass glanced outside and tried squeezing through, only for his overly bloated sides to wedge against the door frame.

Kass squawked, puffing his round cheeks as he strained to squeeze through the door, his barrel-thick thighs kicking the air as he fell forward onto his belly. Left panting from the effort, he looked wildly around until his eyes fell on a scribbled note, sitting on a table in the hallway.

"He shall come on feathered wing, a song in his heart to sing, make him fat, increase his weight, and the waiting feast shall be great," Kass furrowed his brow. "This… is a riddle to the shrine!"

"Ah, you're awake." Darrak had returned, his arms folded behind his back. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Kass, but if we were honest before, I don't believe you would have agreed to it…"

"Pah! Indeed not!" the fat rito declared, still pushing against the door frame to pop his bulbous body free. With one last bit of strength, he finally pushed himself back and his belly slipped back into the room. He nearly rolled over, hitting the wall hard enough that he swore it cracked.

"Now, Kass, relax, we're very close…" Darrak began to say, but Kass was not in a listening mood. The rito huffed and wheezed as Darrak and another hylian attempted to grab him and set him upright, but Kass threw all his weight back against the wall- and the sheer mass of his body cracked the adobe and wood. He crashed through the wall like a wrecking ball, his thick reams of fat insulating his body as he hit the ground below- but then Kass felt himself still moving, still rolling. The village spun all around him as he rolled down the main street like a flabby avalanche, hylians leaping out of the way until he hit the main plaza, a round basin he had long taken as a dried up fountain catching the bloated rito as he finally came to a halt. When his head stopped spinning, Kass craned his wheel-thick neck, as he noticed etched lines in the basin beginning to glow an electric blue. Kass' entire body jiggled as the ground began to quake- the shrine in the center of the village opened.

"By the goddess- it worked!"

Kass, still feeling whoozy, blinked as he looked up to see the hylians gathering around, led by Darrak. "The shrine is open, thanks to you," he grinned. "I'm sorry for the subterfuge- but we could not return to Hylia unless we unlocked the shrine- inside should be the seeds and tools to help Hylia bloom again."

"And you needed… a fat rito for this?" Kass asked, rocking back and forth until he was in a sitting position.

Darrak shrugged. "What can I say? Some of the monks of these shrines were more eccentric than others."

"So… you won't be eating me?" Kass finally asked.

"Oh, heavens no!" Darrak laughed. "We would be happy to help you home now, however. No offense meant, but you have been effectively eating us out of house and home."

Kass chuckled, patting his belly meaningfully. "Ah, you'll need to reprovision me first… I don't think I'll be slimming down any time soon."