Note: Not a sequel to 'Big Sisters'.
Extra 'Big Hero 6' WG short featured at end. EDIT: For those not aware yet, that WG short is now being written as a full story.
Several years of self-induced seclusion, going through the remainder of her childhood and a large part of her teenage years, had not been the easiest on Elsa, but she never tried to change it, out of love for her sister and the fear of hurting her as she had done long ago. To remain within the walls of her tiny, if not well-furnished, room became excessively boring when you possessed so many toys yet without anyone to play with, or a window surveying a backyard that you couldn't go outside and run around in. Anna knocked on her door, she even tried singing to her, but like with everything outside, Elsa continued to shut her out too.
She tried to keep herself entertained by reading books, and that helped for a time, but as she grew older, she became friends with one of the few remaining maids in the castle, who started to bring her treats every day. Food soon became Elsa's way of fighting back against the boredom and loneliness that now prevailed over her life, and she quickly came to enjoy the sensation of taste far too much to ever consider any long-term consequences it might have. Chocolate was especially her favorite, and anything that contained the sweet, succulent treat as a main ingredient was always the first on her list to try. Her breakfasts, her lunches and her dinners gradually began to blend together into day-long feasts. The more she ate, the more she secluded herself from the remainder of the castle's staff and even her own family members, as she was left too stuffed to bother getting up from her bed. Her cryokinetic powers seemed to lessen with passing time due to her constant sating with the help of food. She rarely felt any stress or fear that would have caused her powers to reawaken; she almost could have said she was finally a normal girl. Not until the day she had received word that her parents died at sea.
Elsa didn't know how she prevented herself from losing control and turning the entire seaport capital into an icy graveyard that day. She thought it might have had something to do with the barrels of imported ice cream she ate as the hot tears spilled from her eyes and stained her cheeks. Chocolate ice cream mostly, but she had been provided vanilla ice cream and a strawberry-flavored pink ice cream as well. Even though no barrel of ice cream was truly deep enough for her to completely burrow all of her sorrows, she managed to discover something incredibly important about herself. She had suspected it for some time, but now she could truly tell for sure that, when her emotions were being pushed to the brink of their limits, the comfort of delicious food managed to quell the urge of her powers from breaking loose. Elsa ate more ice cream than she'd ever be bothered to recall, leaving herself in such a glutted stupor that Anna had to oversee the burial of their parents all alone. Elsa couldn't forgive herself for that, but it was for the sake of not just her sister but also Arendelle itself that she remained locked inside with her ice cream.
One day, she hoped that she could truly make amends with her sister. Several more months of excessive gorging later, that day suddenly came when Elsa was told that she would be expected to take over as Queen of Arendelle in her departed parents' stead. It also happened to be on that same day that Elsa realized she had eaten herself to a point of no return. The difficulty she experienced from simply lifting herself off of her creaking mattress was unparalleled; she was so large now, after years of unhealthy eating and little to no exercise, that she had lost both her powers and the strength to stand on her own two feet for more than several minutes at a time. This was the consequence of gluttony that she had always been faintly aware of, but she'd been too engrossed in feasting to ever change her diet.
She did not cry over her lost mobility or her inability to behave as the leader she was expected to be. There was only one person she could turn to in helping resolve this crisis.
"Anna? Your sister wants to see you."
"Eh? My...my sister?" Anna stared incredulously at the maid, who was a little older than her, around Elsa's own age. "What do you mean...my sister? My sister? As in, 'my sister'? That sister? My sister, really?"
The maid did not even skip a beat. "Yes, your sister, Princess Elsa of Arendelle."
Anna's eyes widened. "You're really serious? My sister?"
"Yes, Elsa wishes to speak with you."
"But...but...we haven't even spoken in years...now, of all times..." Anna didn't know whether she should start weeping out of joy or grow infuriated at the fact that her own sister would make her wait this long.
"The coronation of her becoming the next Queen of Arendelle is going to be in several weeks, but there has been a chance in plans."
"A change of plans? What happened? Is Elsa okay? She's not sick is she?" Anna knew she was throwing out too many questions at once, but she honestly didn't care as long as she could get an answer to at least one of them.
"It's what Elsa wishes to-" The maid started to repeat.
Anna placed her fork down; she had been eating lunch at the time of the interruption. "I think I get it. Please, take me to her."
"She's in her room, as always."
"Oh...well, I guess I can walk there on my own then."
Anna had not stopped by her sister's room in years, yet she'd never forgotten which door was hers, out of the hundreds that lined the halls. The maid, despite her guidance not being necessary, still followed closely behind the younger princess without saying a single word. She was a good maid who fulfilled the rules and expectations of her job, even if it did make Anna feel a little bit like the other woman's eyes were baring down the nape of her neck. When she reached Elsa's door, Anna gently rapped her knuckle against it, as she had done so many times before. She was surprised that there was not even a indent into the wood from how often she'd knocked on this door as a child.
Anna opened the door anyway, and when she stepped inside, she was prepared to embrace her sister and tell her how stupid she was for hiding herself away for so long and leaving her all alone. She wanted to love her but be angry with her at the same exact time.
But then she saw how fat Elsa had gotten, and her mind went blank for a second.
"Ah, um, h-hello, Anna. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Elsa put on an awkwardly sheepish grin, forcing her apple-sized cheeks to puff out. Her hefty triple-chin spread itself a little further along the length of her flabby neck, the two of them essentially fused together by this point.
"Whoa..." Anna said again.
"I suppose...I've changed a little more than you'd have expected...after all these years..."
"Well, you definitely look fuller, at least. Not that you aren't still beautiful, but you're really a lot...fuller..." Anna really had no idea what she was saying at this point.
Elsa laughed, her voice more husky due to the sheer amount of fat around her throat. "Yes, 'fuller' is probably an apt word."
Elsa was undoubtedly the largest woman, or even the largest person, that Anna had ever seen in her entire life. The white-haired princess had her covers drawn up to cover her breasts, but the shape of her body was certainly not unmissable as it jutted and poked and rose up in all different directions from under that thin layer of fabric, the blanket fitting itself around every contour. Anna approached her sister a little closer, her eyes never swaying from the massive belly that sat heavily between her sister's bloated thighs, the one that stuck out like a literal hill beneath the blanket. Her stomach was large enough for Anna herself to huddle inside, bigger than even the largest pile of pillows she'd constructed on one of her many nights alone. It was not split into rolls, but instead a single, humongous entity, as if Elsa had been packing it full of food since all those years ago. Her legs weren't exactly visible, but from the way Elsa seemed to be elevated out of her bed, Anna could only assume it was either pillows propping her or her own home-grown backside.
Elsa licked her lips and reached over with chubby, wiggling fingers to the tray beside her, picking up a plump muffin filled with chunks of premium chocolate. It was topped off with a gracious helping of sugar powder for good measure, creating an eye-catching blend of black and white. The obese princess opened her mouth wide, jowls jiggling in wild succession, as she slipped the delicious dessert down her gullet. When she bit down, some of the powder managed to display itself on the corners of her lips and all over her many chins, but she used one of her little fingers to wipe it away and lick it off.
"Thank you for bringing my snack." Elsa spoke to the maid.
The maid bowed. "You're welcome, milady."
Anna, still reeling from the discovery of her sister having become a living blob, coughed into her fist to get Elsa's attention centered on her again. "Elsa, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about...?"
"Actually, there's a lot of things." Elsa took a sip from the drink she had sitting on the tray as well.
"Something about the coronation, right? Do you think you'll even be able to...um, attend?" Anna winced.
"We'll talk about that too, but for now..." Elsa coughed. The maid took a step forward with a napkin in hand, but Elsa stopped her by showing her open palm.
"What is it?"
"I...I want to hug you." A wet film formed over Elsa's eyes as she blinked, outstretching her ham-sized arms in front of her so that she could, to the best of her ability, embrace the sibling she had pushed away for so long. The sister that, in spite of everything, she loved the most of all her family, and was truly her one and only remaining family member left.
Anna's breathing hitched in her throat. She spread her arms out wide, intending to take all of her sister into her arms at once. She approached the bed, but she stopped. She teetered side to side, arms still extended, as she stood at the edge of Elsa's bed. She looked confused.
"Is something wrong, Anna?" Elsa asked.
"Um, I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to hug you past all of...well, this..." Anna said, motioning to Elsa's mountain of a belly.
The older princess chuckled. "I'll be more than happy to take a hug from the side."
Anna ran around to the left side of the bed and hugged her sister. Elsa did her possible best to reach both her arms over to return the hug, offering the same amount of strength and love as Anna put behind hers. They held onto their hug for some time, as they had not ever once touched each other for so many years. The older princess wasn't even confident she would be able to keep herself from tearing up. She had been so afraid of hurting Anna, she'd thought that locking herself away and ending their friendship would have saved them both. Yet now, it seemed that it had done nothing but cause hurt. This was her chance, their chance, to finally start mending that gaping wound of lost time residing between them.
And then Elsa realized that Anna was pinching the ham-sized roll of fat on her left upper-arm.
"A-Anna, what are you doing...?"
"This," Anna tried to grasp Elsa's arm-fat with a single hand, but she found that her fingers only managed to sink into the supple, loose flesh before she lost grip entirely, and even when she used both hands, she could only cover about half of the entire amount of adipose bundled into one of Elsa's limbs alone. She gave it the tightest squeeze she could, but never before had skin seemed so malleable. It had brought to mind the piles of thickly packed snow she'd played with in her childhood, before the lonely times began. "This is pretty incredible...Elsa, if you'd been this soft when we were kids, I probably would have used you as a trampoline...no offense...but still, it's so squishy...I bet you can give the warmest hugs when it's cold outside..."
"Please...can you stop playing with my arm-fat...Anna..." Elsa gasped. She winced; Anna's pinching didn't hurt, but it was so embarrassing, to have her blubber treated like some sort of new toy.
Anna grinned wider, almost maniacal in nature. "Even the pudding cups the chef makes aren't this jiggly!"
"Pudding?" Elsa hadn't eaten pudding in a long time. That would be a nice dessert for tonight. She'd need to let her maid know later.
Anna opted to release Elsa's arm, but she proceeded to brush herself up into Elsa's chest and belly, burying her face into one of the many, many rolls that were viable for her to choose from. The white-haired princess' triple-chinned face was burning hot with a full-on flush. She looked over at the maid, who simply shrugged. Anna rubbed her face deep into the soft fat, like a cat displaying affection toward its owner. Anna ran her fingers over the length of the vast belly, occasionally pricking and plucking at the skin through the blanket's fabric, all of it friendly but still stimulating to someone who'd developed rather sensitive skin over the years.
The redhead finally lifted her head back up, and an imprint of her face had been left in Elsa's love-handle. "Elsa, you're so soft, I could probably fall asleep right on top of you and wake up with a better night's rest than my own bed!" the redhead teased.
"Please, Anna! You're being ridiculous!" Elsa laughed.
"A-Anyway...it's really good to hear your laugh again, Elsa." Anna suddenly remarked, much more serious this time. "You really want to try and be sisters again?"
"I've always wanted to, Anna, for so very long now. But things are different, and for the better. I'm not afraid of hurting you or anyone else anymore." Once again, the tears were threatening to release.
"You know, that's something I haven't understood. What do you mean about 'hurting me'? How could you possibly hurt me?" Anna asked, poking Elsa's belly and observing the way that it jiggled. She doubted that someone with as little muscle tone as her sister would be able to harm her, unless she fell right on top of her and crushed her underneath. If she hadn't been pinned to her bed, it was a very real chance of happening. Elsa was at least several times larger than Anna was, vertically and horizontally both. However, Anna doubted that's what her parents feared in the first place, and Elsa had been thin when they were children.
"It's not even something worth mentioning anymore." Elsa shook her head.
"What I want to talk to you about is the coronation, and...again, I'll have to ask you to forgive me, because I'm going to ask you to do something for me that should never have been your responsibility in the first place, had our lives gone the way they should have."
"I'm not sure I'm following here, Elsa?" Anna prodded Elsa's love-handle with her free hand. It was like her fingers were being drawn to the flab by some unknown force, at this point.
Elsa sighed. "I want you to take over as the Queen of Arendelle in my stead. As you've seen, sister," Elsa made a sweeping motion over her own body, "I'm not capable of doing that job myself. I won't even be able to attend the coronation, I've gotten so fat."
"I want you to be the Queen." Elsa explained.
"Whoa." Anna stepped back. "Whoa there...whoa...Elsa, hold on...I mean, I know we're both princesses, so there's those occasional, troublesome 'royal duties' that we're expected to uphold now and then, but...this is...I don't really know anything about leading people, or even how to properly take orders..." she began to hyperventilate.
"Anna, Anna, you just need to calm down. Yes, you're going to have to make some big decisions, like our parents did, but our family isn't much more than a figurehead. We're meant to appeal to the people and give them someone to look up to, a leader they can trust easily. It's the royal council that makes up most of the major decisions."
Anna blinked. "...Really?"
"I've read about it from father's diary. It's not something that's meant to be public knowledge."
"...Huh..." Anna reached out and started playing with her sister's blubber again; somehow, it calmed her down too.
The elder sibling reached for the tray standing beside her bed. She picked up an eclair from the assortment of goodies and tore it in half with one clean bite. The creme practically splashed itself across her face, dribbling onto her chins and getting caught between the folds. Elsa gobbled up the half of the eclair she'd bitten, while her maid, in a hurry, dashed to her aid and wiped the spilled creme away. Elsa's stomach released a low, guttural roar from its depths, like the sound of a crooning reindeer. She ate the other half of the eclair and licked her fingers clean. She was already packed full with food, the eclair making her swell up just a little bit more. The maid dutifully wiped her mistress's mouth before returning to her position by the bedroom door. Elsa made a mental note to ensure that the pudding for tonight's dessert would be chocolate-flavored. The more chocolate, the better.
After having eaten, Elsa's fat cheeks and chins jostled as she beamed, continuing, "I'll still be able to offer you advice at any time, and the council will help you as well. I'm going to need to explain all of this to them, but once they see me, they'll understand. Anna, I think you'd make a much better Queen than me anyway. You have a lot more...energy...than I do, and your social skills certainly aren't as inept as mine. You'll do wonderfully...!"
"Um, well, let's see where that all goes first, okay?" Anna laughed nervously. Obviously, she wasn't thrilled at the idea of suddenly being crowned Queen, but she wasn't about to turn down the job, not after her sister, even though recently estranged, had requested her help. She hugged Elsa again, only to have to stop herself short of playing with her sister's rolls once more, lest she be caught in this loop for the rest of the day.
Nonetheless, the two sisters spent hours discussing their lives with one another, and everything they had missed. Unfortunately, there wasn't as much to say as they would have liked in regards to their time growing up, with Anna eating quiet dinners with her parents and being home-schooled while Elsa kept herself shut in her room and ate herself to her current large but happy size. There were long stretches of silence when it came to remembering their late parents, which took up the bulk of the time spent.
"You won't shut me out again, will you?" Anna asked at the end.
Elsa shook her head. "No, never again. I'm sorry I ever did such a thing in the first place, Anna."
Anna wiped her eyes. "It's...it's okay, Elsa...I'm not mad...but thank you."
The maid glanced toward the grandfather clock propped up against the westward wall. "Mistress?"
"Hmm? What is it? Ah..." Elsa said as she realized what time it was as well. "Anna, um, I'm going to need some time alone, but this would be a good time for you to go and speak with the councilmen. So please, would you do that for me?"
"Ah, what's going on?"
"It's around the time that I usually eat dinner." Elsa grinned sheepishly.
"Oh...oh! I see! Alright! I'll come back later then? And the door will still be unlocked?" Anna asked.
"Forever unlocked from now on." Elsa replied.
Anna couldn't have kept her grin from being any bigger, but it was just about ready to fly off of her face at that point. "I'll be sure to come back soon, then!"
Before she left, Anna stopped to address the maid.
"I just realized I forgot to ask, I'm so sorry! What's your name?"
"Eh? M-My name...it's Mia, my princess." the maid bowed.
"Thank you for having taken care of my sister, even if she's probably been a big hassle-"
"H-Hey...!" Elsa exclaimed from her bed.
"But really, thank you so much. Please, keep taking care of her if you can."
Mia looked over at Elsa and, as their eyes caught each other in a stare, a little smile fluttered awake on her lips. A blush streaked across her cheeks. "I'll be very happy to do so."
Elsa smiled back, but she said nothing.
Anna glanced back and forth between Mia and Elsa, and she didn't want to go around making assumptions without knowing any concrete evidence to back it up, but assumptions she did make indeed.
"I see...I'll leave you two alone for now then...privately." Anna gave a cheeky little wink.
"Anna, it's not what you think-!" Elsa quickly tried to jump in, but the maid started laughing despite herself.
Barely able to suppress a giggle, Anna waved Elsa good-bye and slipped out the door without much else to say. The remaining two women in the room looked to one another.
"So are you hungry, mistress?" Mia was still blushing.
Elsa nodded. She looked over to the tray, and aside from a few crumbs and a dash of custard, there was nothing left for her to nibble on. "You know I always am. What would you recommend, Mia?"
"How about...ice cream?"
"For dinner? And I eat that all the time."
"But you love it, don't you? Especially the chocolate ice cream we've been stocking for you, prepared with cocoa beans imported straight from the Southern Isles."
Elsa licked her lips. "I do, I do. But I was intending to have pudding for dessert..."
"Why not both? I've known you for a long time, mistress, and I know how badly you've wanted to be friends with your sister once more. Now that you and Princess Anna are finally talking again, this should be a night to celebrate with a worthwhile feast, no?"
Elsa raised an eyebrow, and her stomach grumbled loudly to express its appreciation for that wonderfully delicious idea. "...I really do like the way you think, Mia."
When the barrels of ice cream and bowls of pudding, both chocolate-flavored, were brought into the room, Elsa could barely contain her glee. Whether or not her eating even kept her ice powers under control anymore, she did not care. She did not have to worry any longer about the burden of being Queen, she had her sister back as her best friend, and she could just eat to her own content. Mia was her support, as was Anna, and although she wished her parents had been alive to see them both so happy again, she would always hold them dear in her memory. She wished she had let herself go so much earlier.
FROZEN - GOOD END?
BIG HERO 6 WG SHORT - Meat Gum
"Ugh...these pants really aren't going to make it all the way up, are they?"
Gogo Tomago popped the bubblegum she was blowing. She took a wayward glance at the flashing alarm clock on her bedroom nightstand, and she realized that she had spent nearly ten minutes of her morning with struggling to pull her supposedly stretchy pants over her legs. She had managed to get them going as high as the start of her thighs, and then, as if someone had slapped down the 'pause' button, its ascent had just...stopped. She tugged and tugged, but there had yet to be any sign of improvement. Gogo took in a slow breath, heaving a frustrated sigh. As she did so, the new pot-belly she had been accumulating over the past few weeks receded in and out. The little bulge of flesh pooched itself over her underwear, brushing over the rim of her pants. If she could have gotten it past her legs, she doubted it would have had any better luck making it past her belly. She gently touched the underside of her gut, her palm filling with its flesh. She apathetically blew another bubble, letting it pop a few moments later.
Gogo had inherited her mother's genetics of having a short stature and big hips, but it seemed even excess flab had the tendency to gather in her lower limbs more often than not, even when she'd already grown such a prominent belly. She was a definite pear-shape, with hips as round as bells, flaring out from her sides far enough to nearly make her have to waddle. Her chubby legs made riding on her bike a chore, they even made walking difficult, because it seemed like her inner-thighs were always chafing. She had more swing in her swagger and her hip-checks could definitely send any big guy tumbling, but there wasn't really much use in that except for the initial laugh at it all. Her butt was especially hefty, the orbs having gained the brunt of her new blubber. Forget her thighs or her belly, her butt would definitely never accept being cramped inside pants of such minuscule size. These were the cheeks that devoured underwear. She tried to keep herself seated whenever possible, even if it meant rolls of butt-fat were still oozing over the edges. She would give no pervert the satisfaction of catching a snapshot of her giant ass if she could help it. She was a little embarrassed about it.
Baymax had been scanning her periodically over the past couple of days and, fortunately, aside from her increasing weight and the problems that typically came with being plus-sized in small-girl clothes, she had not experienced any significant health issues as of yet. Gogo's jaws worked hard as she chewed incessantly on her gum. She had not put on all of this weight by accident, she was far too smart to ever do that. This was, in reality,one of many experiments her and her friends were conducting.
Gogo gave up on her pants for now, letting them cling there like a piece of shed skin she couldn't remove. She opened her mouth and removed the small, red wad of gum. She held it between two fingers as she stared down at it. Her next decision would be an important one, it would literally decide whether or not the experiment should continue its progress. All she had to do was toss this little piece of gum into the trash and she could finally begin burning off the pounds.
It had been deemed a pretty lengthy and cumbersome scientific name, but Honey Lemon had decided to simply call it 'meat gum' for short to make it easier for conversation. It was a piece of chewing gum meant to simulate the numerous tastes of various meat dishes as you chewed it, including filet mignon and T-bone steak, to help sate the chewer's hunger and even provide small amounts of nourishment over time. It was just one viable creation out of many involved with a school-wide competition, the goal of it being to make an invention that can help solve world hunger. Of course, Gogo's friends Wasabi and Hiro had their own ideas that they were working on, but Honey Lemon had insisted that this idea was just the start of something much larger she was working on. Of course, with the invention being a soft and cohesive polymer, and Gogo being an enthusiast of said substances, she didn't disagree in being made Honey's test subject.
Science truly was a fickle mistress. It had so many opportunities to go wrong, but just as many opportunities to go right. Honey had managed to perfectly replicate the flavor of a juicy pot-roast in her gum, but at the same time the ingredients she had used to copy said flavor and others also caused extreme weight gain and increased appetite the likes of which should not have been normally seen. Even after she first observed Gogo splitting her pants, Honey insisted that they continue, no sign of sympathy in her eyes; she seemed to find Gogo's gain fascinating, and potentially, the beginning of a whole new line of research regarding her invention. Gogo, for the first time, was about ready to give up the ghost.
Her pants creaked ominously as she spread out her legs just the slightest bit. Her butt was lurching like bloated sand-bags over the back of them. Gogo knew that she would only grow bigger and bigger if she continued chewing the 'meat gum'.
Gogo sighed, prompting her pants to finally release a loud tearing sound. She slipped the wad of gum back into her mouth and resumed chewing. She soon began to taste a well-done pork chop smothered in Gorgonzola sauce and a handful of herbs, and it made her empty stomach rumble. Gogo closed her eyes and mewled like a cat; she'd never tasted anything this good, not even when she'd eaten the actual dish itself. The tearing gradually grew louder and louder, but she blocked it out completely, not caring one little bit as her thighs finally did to these pants what they had been dying to do this entire morning. Soon, she felt relief, and the cold air, on her bare, chunky legs.
'I hate the idea of letting gum go to waste,' she thought to herself. She hated even more the idea of disappointing her friend. Even more than that, she was underestimating the addictive qualities the gum unintentionally owned, as well.