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Pit The Angel Vs. A Very Wide Witch

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(Super Smash Bros/Big Princess Bigger Queen/Commission)

Pit's heart pounded ever so furiously inside his chest as he wandered down the Smash Mansion's farthest-most corridor. At the end of the hall was a door that would lead directly into Wii Fit Trainer's personal gym. She had the place built there after putting in a personal request to Master Hand about it. The gym was a wide, open space, big enough for a woman of WFT's impeccable size. When she had been a thinner woman, she had used that place to help her hone her skills, practice her techniques, and sneak in a little yoga here and there. Now that she was much larger and more inclined to living a life of total fatness, WFT had a section of the gym redeveloped to act as a makeshift buffet too. She wanted Pit to come meet her there so that they could begin 'training'. She wanted to teach Pit to be able to better withstand the sort of dangerous abilities that 'women of size' could wield against him. Pit didn't feel like he understood it very well, but he wasn't about to turn down the offer to help become stronger. He had been fighting larger women for a while by this point. Peach, Lucina, Samus, Robin, and others. They were all tough, they were all brave, and they were all extremely difficult to push off once they had fallen on top of him. Maybe that was what WFT intended to make Pit stronger against. But how could he be trained in a way that would make him more impervious to their heft? He was dreading this, but he was also dangerously curious about the whole matter.

Pit knocked on the door ever so gently. He heard WFT order him to come inside, and he did so. Pit was taken aback when he saw WFT, because she had her back turned and her bottom raised upwards. She was doing some sort of stretch, but the way she was posed...as well as how utterly massive her rear-end was...were two things that made his face turn red. Pit knocked his knuckle against the door again, and WFT peered over her shoulder. She seemed to be gnawing on some kind of large sandwich. She smirked, her mouth still full of bread and salami. Pit blushed and looked away. WFT straightened her back and stood up fully. Her butt was still so ridiculously big, although her entire body was big, so that wasn't anything unusual.

"Are you ready, Pit? I was planning to wait for you before I started eating, but I grew a little hungry." WFT shrugged.

"It's alright. I look forward to starting our training." Pit said with a nod. "I hope I do well in proving myself a good student, WFT!"

"Heh. Wonderful. Now first thing I want you to do is to lie down on that mat. Just lie there, on your back."

"Um...okay..." Pit did as he was ordered, folding his wings behind him. WFT waddled over to the mat, still munching away at her massive sandwich. The whole thing was nearly as thick as her arm, and that was very thick indeed. Pit gulped. The shadow that she cast over him was already large enough to completely cover his body. If she was about to do what he feared she was about to do, he might have to start raising some objections.

"Um, Wii Fit Trainer..."

"Oh, yeah, you know I want you to call me Wii Fat Trainer, don't you? After all, it would be rather disingenuous to refer to me as 'fit' at this current time." WFT brought her fat hand down upon her equally fat belly, causing her entire body to start quivering. Yes, she was very fat, and she was not afraid to admit it. It was still sort of odd to the angel boy had she had come to be so accepting of her own obesity, given her original inclinations toward supporting both health and fitness.

"Um...Wii Fat Trainer, then...are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"You can trust me. I am a professional."

And with that, WFT turned around and presented her buttocks to the boy. Then, she brought them straight down on top of him all at once without warning. Pit barely even had the chance to cry out before he was smothered underneath several hundred pounds of tubby flesh. WFT made sure to shift her buttocks ever so slightly so that he would be able to feel how bad the pressure truly was. Pit slapped WFT's thigh, trying to get her attention, but she refused to remove herself from being on top of him. After taking another large bite of her sandwich and swallowing it down, she proceeded to explain her intentions to the young man. She had no idea if he could actually hear her or if his ears were currently stuffed with her fat.

"You need to calm down and breathe, Pit. You would have little time to be properly prepared in a fight against a large woman, or anyone for that matter, so I had to do this in a way that would purposely catch you off-guard. You need to get better at being able to breathe, because when you're pressed underneath as much weight as mine or Peach's or anyone else's here, you don't want to start suffocating and pass out. Imagine being trapped beneath Peach's backside. You would normally lose consciousness within seconds. With my help, you will develop the ability to withstand the pressure and keep your lungs filled just enough to be able to recover in a split second's time."

Pit supposed he understood the intent, even if he still wished that he HAD been warned beforehand. WFT pushed herself harder on top of him. The poor angel boy could have sworn he felt something snap, but he didn't know what it was, nor did it hurt yet. In any case, he tried to do as she commanded, and he focused on simply keeping his breathing in check. WFT finished off what was left of her sandwich and proceeded to stand up. Pit gasped out loud. It was so good, so very good, to be able to inhale fresh air again. He didn't find himself in a coughing fit like he would have before, though. Maybe WFT was truly onto something with this regimen of hers after all. He sat up, but WFT bumped him in the back of the head with her tummy before he had a chance to say anything.

"Okay, now I need you to rub my belly." WFT said, before smacking her lips several times.

"Huh?" Pit didn't get it.

"You need to develop an understanding on what my belly actually feels like and why it is the way it is. This way, you can come to learn the weaknesses of the belly, in case you are captured in a fatty bear hug."

"W-Weaknesses?" Considering how strong some of the big girls of Smash were, Pit found it a struggle to comprehend that their guts could have any weaknesses to speak of.

"Yes, there's more of them than you might realize. Come on already. I've just eaten, so my stomach is prime to be rubbed."

If Pit had been a braver man, he would have inquired if doing this was simply to get the aches of fullness out of WFT's gut, and not actually part of any sort of intended training, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth anyway. Pit pushed his trembling palm into the depths of WFT's ocean of belly-fat. WFT herself shivered. She said nothing as Pit continued to move his hands all over her gut, sometimes pressing his palms deeper, sometimes grasping at whatever flesh filled his fingers. WFT was completely silent for the entire period in which she let the angel boy touch her. If she were thinking about something, or judging the method in which he rubbed her tummy, it was not immediately clear. Pit definitely felt uncomfortable on his own, though. Eventually, WFT ordered him to stop for the time being.

"I think we should move onto the next stage."

"Uh...y-yeah...sure..." Pit looked down at his own two hands. WFT's body had been really, really warm to the touch.

"I want you to get down onto the mat again, and this time you must be ready to not only retain your breathing pattern like before, but to simply try and withstand my weight in general."

"Oh..." Pit didn't like the sound of this. Precisely out of the natural unconscious desire for self-preservation, he did not immediately do as WFT ordered.

"Don't worry. I'll be careful not to crush you." WFT stated.

Pit felt a few cold droplets of sweat roll down the back of his neck. She sounded genuine, but still, why did she have to say that in the first place? He got down onto the mat anyway, as he was too meek, or maybe too willing, to try and act up in protest. WFT reached over her massive belly and pulled down her sweatpants, making sure that her entire stomach was hanging out. There was about 379 pounds of fat, snow-white flesh hanging off of her at this very moment. She grabbed her belly and rubbed it somewhat, similar to how the angel had rubbed it earlier. If she was going to sit down on Pit with all of her might, then she had to do it AS IF she had intent on flattening him to pieces. Pit took several deep breaths. He tried his best to center himself and remain calm. If he let his emotions get the better of him, he could end up panicking and pass out, just like WFT had said. He looked up and he saw that WFT was making her move. She got down onto her hands and knees on top of him, her belly spilling forth like a great, white mound of molasses. Pit squeezed his eyes shut as WFT's belly rolled over him, coating his entire torso. His arms and legs were instantly pinned. WFT stared into Pit's eyes. She held not an ounce of emotion in her face. She was quite good at remaining unreadable as always. Her chins were sagging into her chest, and said chest was heaving itself close to Pit's face too. This was...a very awkward moment. A hundred, no, a thousand times more awkward than when he had been rubbing her belly before.

No one else in all of Smash would be able to do something like this with him aside from WFT. She was so far removed from social norms and emotions that she could get away with it. Peach, Lucina, Samus, none of them would ever willingly get this close and not turn beet-red at the implications. This was definitely something he didn't want any of the other Smashers walking in on.

"Do you think you can take this, Pit?" WFT asked him. She spoke so coolly, like nothing was wrong at all.

"I...uh...I..." Pit didn't feel much pain, but he didn't really know what he was feeling at all at the moment.

WFT applied all of her weight to Pit's body, as much as she possibly could at one time. Pit winced. Now he definitely felt something. WFT observed Pit's expression for a few seconds before deciding to call it a day. She didn't need to break Pit, only to help get him grow adapted to it. She rolled off of his body and stood up again. She yanked Pit to his feet by snatching him via the wrist. The angel boy didn't know what this dull throbbing was, but he couldn't help to suspect that it was going to get worse very soon.

"I know we did very little, but that is only because I cannot push you when it could potentially be dangerous to your health. You can come again later today or tomorrow morning. I'm almost always here. However, I want you to be diligent in your attendance, or else you will never get better. It is true what they say that it does get easier over time, but the hardest part is doing it every day. So please, Pit, try and do this with me every day. We'll make the sessions last longer as soon as you are able to prove you can withstand my weight better."

Pit noticed that the throbbing was beginning to morph into a distinct aching in his chest. He tried to smile in spite of it. "Y-Yeah. I understand. Thanks so much for being willing to teach me, Wii Fi - er, Fat Trainer."

Pit stepped outside into the corridor again. Suddenly, that dull throbbing, which had become a distinct aching, was now so bad that he nearly lost his own footing. He grabbed the wall beside him as he slid down. He stopped upon reaching one knee. It was almost like he had been struck by Peach's Butt Bomb attack. Well, maybe it wasn't as bad as THAT, but certainly close enough. Pit touched his forehead, the wooziness getting to him now. He looked behind him, back at the door leading into WFT's gym room. Now he understood that he needed to do better if he was going to be training here with her from now on. He was going to have to adopt not just a stronger mindset, but a stronger sense of spirit too.

The angel boy did not speak much about his training sessions to any of the other Smashers. Not even to his beloved Lady Palutena, who he trusted with about nearly every other aspect of his life. He felt like telling Palutena what he was doing with Wii Fit Trainer would cause more issues than necessary. Samus and Peach had heard about WFT wanting to train Pit, but they had never been inclined to actually look into it. They seemed to trust Pit's own judgment. He was, after all, old enough to make his own decisions. Pit visited WFT as often as he was able. She never seemed to be without food in her hands when he saw her. Always eating, she would even snack on cakes and pastries while she was smothering the younger man with her backside. WFT did everything she could think of to try and get Pit 'prepared'. She basically forced him to undergo the punishment of every potential wrestling move available. All for his own sake, of course. WFT had a definite passion for fatness, but it seemed, fortunately or unfortunately, that her passion for exercise and body-building hadn't completely gone away. Pit kept up his own daily routines, usually jogging and working out when applicable, and he was always looking for some new technique or strategy he could develop with his current set of weapons. He was allowed to use a much larger variety of gear than your typical Smasher, because he would be pretty lost with only his bow and swords at hand. Truth be told, there wasn't a single fighter here that didn't intimidate him to some degree. After all, even the friendly, cutesy ones like Yoshi or Jigglypuff were veterans that had been called back to this tournament time and again. Jigglypuff could send you flying just by sleeping on top of you! That was not someone that Pit wished to mess around with!

Over time, as the days passed, Pit found himself getting stronger in a myriad of ways, all thanks to WFT's influences. He was able to withstand the pressure of her ever-growing body better and better. When he managed to defeat Sonic in a battle, WFT rewarded him by slamming her entire stomach right down on top of his head. She wasn't about to go easy on him because he did something successful, and that was probably the best way to go about it, because it managed to help keep him on his toes at all times. Pit didn't have to worry about big women all that much, given there were only a few of them, but given their prevalence in the matches and their overall battle prowess, he had to be ready for when the chance to go up against them arose. Robin was definitely one that terrified Pit the most. She had some kind of dragon inside of her, if he had heard it correctly. He was definitely going to need WFt's help for that one.

However, things took a very concerning turn when someone, the last person that Pit would ever want to know, learned about his training sessions with WFT and what they were meant to be for. A certain Umbran Witch had become privy to this information, and now she wished to make use of it in the most dastardly way possible. She had nothing against Pit, even though he was an angel, and hunting angels just happened to be her forte. He seemed like a nice boy to her, someone who was far removed from the monsters she often fought against in her own world. However, niceness could only go so far, and this witch had a desire to tease Pit to oblivion and back like nothing else.

That was why, when Pit arrived at the gym one day, he was shocked to discover the door was locked. He was able to peer through the window and saw WFT already inside, but something appeared to be wrong with her. She looked so much...smaller...than he was used to seeing her. She looked like she had literally had almost all of her fat sapped right out of her. She was down on her hands and knees, unable to respond to Pit's banging on the door. Suddenly, something very large, very soft and yet also very heavy pressed itself into the back of the angel boy's head. A familiar laugh followed, and Pit felt his entire body go stone rigid, his blood running colder than ice. There was no way he could be mistaken with that sound. He turned around, only to get a face-full of belly for his trouble.

"What do you think, Pit? Does the look suit me?" Bayonetta, one of the newer Smashers to arrive on the scene, inquired of the young man. She was MASSIVE. Taller than even WFT, who was already like a giantess to Pit, Bayonetta easily cast a shadow that eclipsed Pit's entire body and then some. Unlike WFT, Bayonetta was more top-heavy, her chest bulging so far out in front of her that Pit needed to strain his neck to be able to see the Umbran Witch's sneering, fattened face. Bayonetta herself could barely see Pit at all, but she knew he was there. She slipped a lollipop into her mouth, her jowls wobbling as she rolled it around with her tongue. Her double, no, triple-chin was spilling straight into the crevasse of her bosom. Her breasts didn't have much sag to them, but that was only because Bayonetta's monumental gut was able to hold them up so well. Bayonetta's belly was split into two separate rolls, the lower one being much, much larger, and her belly-button was concealed somewhere deep within the folds, likely to never be seen again without some extensive 'digging'. Bayonetta's outfit was apparently made by her own hair, but even that was not enough anymore for her current size. Small gaps were popping up all over, letting her doughy flush pour out like bubbles. Her legs and backside weren't something Pit could see in his current position, but he had little doubt about them being as over-sized as the rest of her was. It made Pit tremble in his toga to think that this woman was someone he was going to have to fight next, and that she would be the first for him to have to put his new training to the test. Even breathing seemed to make her entire body ripple. To think that she had once been so thin, and yet she blew up to this gargantuan size in an instant...and for what sake?

"Wii Fat Trainer will be fine. She's only a little 'indisposed' at the moment. I've gone ahead and borrowed her fat for a while, though, so I can have a better time playing around with you. I'll let her out of there and even turn her back to her original size once we've finished with our bout. What do you say to that?"

"I...I..." Pit would have said that he didn't wish to fight her, but that was obviously not a viable option right now. In fact, he didn't think he wanted to turn her away. He wasn't going to let this slide. "I'll fight you if I have to, Bayonetta!"

For better or for worse, a fight was about to begin, and so Master Hand ushered the two competitors onto a proper stage to safely conduct it. The other Smashers, informed of the battle, were already rushing outside to get seats before Pit and Bayonetta had even crossed to opposite ends of the platform. Maybe Bayonetta had spoken to Master Hand beforehand to inform him that she wanted to do this. Pit had no idea. All he could think about right now was fighting this Umbran Witch and defeating her with his own strength, and his own strength alone.

"I wonder who will win."

"Probably Bayonetta. I can't imagine any other way this could go."

"I'm so worried about Pitty. He's so small, he'll get flattened by a bug by Bayonetta!"

Pit could hear them talking in the crowd. Did they think that he wasn't able to pick up on any of it? Even Princess Peach didn't have the strongest faith in him. Still, he had to do something to try. He couldn't give up on this fight without TRYING first.

"Would you really try to harm a big girl like me? Those arrows of yours look awfully sharp, Pit." Bayonetta playfully winked back at him.

"Ugh...your guns are even scarier, Bayonetta...I don't think I'd survive if I went up against those head-on..."

"Then you better hope your dodging skills are as good as they've ever been." Bayonetta winked at him, right before lifting one of said guns and pulling the trigger. She had the barrel aimed directly at his head.

Pit noticed that Bayonetta's entire arm jiggled when she fired that bullet. Quickly tossing that thought aside, he summoned one of his shields to protect him. As soon as he dispelled the shield, however, he realized that Bayonetta was charging straight at him. She was like a train coming in at full speed, her big stomach already jutting out and ready to plow him over. Pit panicked. He jumped backwards, wings flapping to keep him hovering off the air, as he let his arrows fly. Bayonetta avoided them with little more than a turn of the head. She fired off several bullets in response. Pit dodged them too. Then she kicked up into the air (how she could still lift one of those tree-trunk thighs and not pull a muscle was beyond him) and fired bullets from the pistols strapped to her heels too. The only woman who could ever fight like this was Bayonetta. The angel boy tried not to let his eyes accidentally wander onto anything he probably shouldn't be looking at.

"What's wrong? Are you that afraid of me? Are you afraid of women, boy?" teased the witch.

"I'm not...afraid...at all!" Pit exclaimed, his face growing increasingly redder as he spoke. Things were getting worse and worse. Bayonetta continued to fire off bullets. It seemed that she had an endless supply of them. She would swipe at him with her enormous legs, but she never got close enough to actually hit him. It was like she was playing with him, toying around as if it were no big deal. Suddenly, Bayonetta came at Pit with a massive downward swing of her leg. When her fattened limb came into contact with the stage, an actual crack formed.

Pit needed to be even more careful. He performed a flip backwards to try and avoid them, but he ended up hitting his head on the tiled floor.

"Oof! Ah, uh, Pit, you need to try and be more careful!" Palutena offered advice from the stands. Sadly it wasn't the most helpful of advice.

Bayonetta was already upon Pit before he had a chance to properly recover. She brought herself down, right onto his head. Her buttocks was going to be her weapon now, and she intended to finish him off with it. The crowd collectively gasped out loud. Pit's eyes, mouth, nose, all of his senses were instantly sealed off as soon as he was buried underneath Bayonetta's lard-stuffed poundage. Pit's first instinct was to panic. If he couldn't breathe, see, or pretty much move at all, it was only natural that he would start to respond in a negative fashion. However, the angel boy did not forget what it was that WFT had taught him. The memories of those lessons were swift to return to the forefront of his mind. He remembered that he needed to stay calm, to breathe slowly, and keep his head. If he lost control, it was basically giving the enemy a free victory. Pit squeezed his eyes shut. He inhaled and exhaled as little as possible. He was basically holding his breath, but he was doing what he could to retain the air inside his lungs. Bayonetta's bottom WAS heavy, but he was going to survive it regardless. Bayonetta smirked. Her little beauty mark was still visible, right there above her first of many chins. However, that smirk quickly fell through when she noticed that Pit wasn't moving underneath her. In fact, it almost seemed like he wasn't breathing at all.

"Did I...?"

Bayonetta wanted to beat the angel, but she wasn't looking to harm him like those monsters back in her home world. She lifted her gargantuan buttocks off of the angel, but she was too large to easily look down and see what had happened. That was when she felt a sudden, sharp poke in her left butt-cheek. Bayonetta let out an uncharacteristically loud screech as she waddled a few steps forward. Pit, coughing and groaning, slowly lifted himself to his feet. The crowd went wild. Especially Palutena and Peach, who seemed to be the young man's biggest fans at this point. Bayonetta was not happy with this turn of events.

"So you tricked me, is that it?" she asked him.

Pit shook his head. He honestly couldn't help but grin. "Sorry! I've learned how to better handle someone like yourself, Bayonetta! I won't be so easy to take out!"

Instead of getting further annoyed with him, Bayonetta could only offer up the same smirk from before. "Hmm...cheeky one, aren't you..."

Peach chuckled. "That was impressive!"

"Damn, at this rate, my bet on Bayonetta is gonna fall through!" Fox groaned into his hand.

"I wonder how Pit managed to do that." Palutena frowned to herself. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking over, she saw that WFT was standing behind her. More so, she was as thin as a rail. Or rather, as thin as she used to be. The Goddess of Light had to do a double-take. WFT shook her head.

"He trained with me in secret. I was able to teach him everything he needed to know when it came to dealing with larger women like myself."

"What? He trained? With you?" Palutena gaped. "He never told me anything about it!"

"He wanted to do it in secret because he wanted to be able to prove he was stronger, all on his own. He wanted to prove it to you as much as anyone else."

Palutena stared at WFT for a few seconds. Then she looked back at the combat unfolding. Her heart sank.

The pair on the stage continued to battle. Pit did what he could to combat against the Umbran Witch's onslaught, whether that was by relying on his powered gauntlets or swiping at her with the set of blades that made up his bow. Bayonetta managed to dodge nearly everything. What she wasn't able to dodge she was able to mostly deflect with her own blubber. She wasn't an easy one to injure, that much was true. Pit tried even harder to push against her. He equipped the Upperdash Arm on both hands and flew straight at her. Bayonetta opened her arms wide. It almost looked like she was intending to accept his attack. However, as soon as Pit was within close enough range, she enclosed her bingo-wings around him. It was a vice-grip that the young angel could not break free from. Pit tried to push her away by striking into her belly folds with the Upperdash Arm. However, once again her fat cushioned the blow to the point of making it pointless. Bayonetta grinned to herself. She was going to squeeze this boy until he passed out. He wasn't going to be able to resist the pressure for very long. Pit might have made his way out of being sat on, but this bear hug was going to leave him as limp as a noodle.

Or so Bayonetta thought. Pit, however, already had another strategy prepared to deal with this issue. He retreated the Upperdash Arm for the time being. Then, with a little struggle, he managed to slip his hand down towards the lower end of Bayonetta's stomach. He sank his fingers into the flesh and started to slowly, cautiously knead it, almost like he was kneading bread dough. Bayonetta gasped. She could feel what he was doing, and she knew that she should probably stop him, but it...it...it felt so GOOD. It was such a simple action, but it felt so good to her. Bayonetta failed to retain a small moan that formed in her throat. Pit kept rubbing her stomach. Just like WFT had taught him, the stomach was a weapon but also a weakness. At such a size, after being stretched so much for the sake of growth, it was bound to be sensitive. Extremely sensitive. Bayonetta's grip gradually started to loosen. She couldn't fight back against his belly-rubs while she was clutching him like this. As soon as he was able to, Pit burst himself free of her clutches. He even went as far as to land that punch with the Upperdash Arm he had been meaning to from the start. Any hit was a good hit, especially since this woman was so good at keeping herself guarded against his attacks.

Bayonetta swore under her breath. This wasn't like her. She should have won this fight already. It was no secret that she got a thrill out of messing around with her opponents, but lately it had started to feel like Pit was messing with HER. That wasn't acceptable. Not by any means.

"Heh heh. It looks like that trick worked too." Pit wiped the back of his wrist across his forehead. That was honestly such a relief to him.

"You really are as cheeky as I thought! I honestly cannot believe you!" Bayonetta proclaimed, and she did not know herself whether she should be offended or amused by this turn of events. She brushed her wrist across her mouth. She had been left with a faint bruise on her jaw after receiving that punch.

"C-Come on, Bayonetta! Let's keep going!"

Bayonetta immediately summoned a portal in front of her, from which emerged an enormous fist. Said fist struck Pit so fast that the angel didn't know what had actually hit him until he was hurtling through the air. Bayonetta sighed. After everything he had done so far, she thought he would have seen that one coming from a mile away. Luckily, Pit managed to land back onto the stage before he could fall completely out of bounds.

"Yes. Let's." Bayonetta aimed her guns, both in her hands and one on her right leg, in the angel boy's general direction.

The battle went on even further. It lasted much longer than anyone had anticipated. As much as they wished to give Pit their support, most of the Smashers had imagined that he would fall rather quickly to the onslaught of magical abilities at Bayonetta's disposal. However, he was holding his own, and somehow he was avoiding being flattened by her gargantuan body too. Bayonetta summoned enormous stilettos, fists that could flatten a man, and she brought down a literal rain of bullets onto the boy. Yet Pit withheld against it all. As Bayonetta tired, she became easier to strike. Two of Pit's arrows managed to graze Bayonetta's shoulder and her love-handle, leaving her weakened. That didn't mean he was so sure of his victory, however. Bayonetta had the power to defeat him if she landed more than two or three full attacks in a row.

"Oh dear, don't you think you're delaying the inevitable at this point, dear?"

"I'm not delaying anything except for beating you, Bayonetta! And I'm not delaying it on purpose!"

"Heh...feisty too..."

As Bayonetta and Pit closed the distance between each other for a final attack, they both had to come up with a plan, and fast. Reacting so much as a half-second late would bring about defeat. Pit prepared his bow. Bayonetta used her magical hair to launch herself even faster than her opponent. She collided into him one last time. She was adamant in the idea of finishing Pit off with her belly. She had stolen WFT's fat for this exact purpose. Bayonetta didn't become fat for the sake of being fat. Sure, it wasn't as bad as she expected it to be, but she was fat for a specific intent. She had to win this way. It was the most satisfactory method of winning that she could think of.

Pit reacted in a frightened way as the large woman used her fat to once again envelop him. He went stiff as a board, right before disappearing below her. The fact that she had reused this tactic once again did not really stop Bayonetta. In fact, she was reveling in a chance to try it a second time, intending for it to bring an end to this battle like she wanted. She was going to go all out. Before, she had tried to hold back from overdoing it for Pit's sake, but now there was no need for being gentle. Pit tried to react to Bayonetta by rubbing her belly. It didn't work. Apparently she was sticking to her guns with this, almost literally. It made things worse because now Bayonetta knew she couldn't risk letting Pit out. She pressed harder on top of him. Pit lost what little control he still had for this scenario. He was...actually...about...to lose...here...

Palutena gasped. Peach chewed on her fingernails like it was going out of style. Samus couldn't stop eating her fried chicken, as it was the only available way to keep herself calm. Bayonetta listened for either the angel boy's breathing or his heart beat. The witch grew concerned for the boy when she failed to catch either. She started to lift herself off of him.

"Pit? Are you...?"

Pit opened one eye. Bayonetta gasped. Before she had the chance to brandish her gun, Pit smacked it away with his blade. He followed that strike with another, and another, and another, jumping to his feet without delay. His all out assault was the last straw. Bayonetta fell on her big, fat butt. She didn't bother trying to get back up again.

Master Hand flew onto the stage. He counted out 'one, two, three' on his fingers before declaring the battle concluded. "Pit has won the brawl!"

"You did it!"

"He won! He won!"

"Congrats, Pit!"

As soon as the barrier went down to let in outsiders, a great deal of the crowd was already rushing up to acknowledge the victor. Palutena grabbed Pit and hugged him. Peach wanted to hug Pit too, but she thought that Palutena needed this moment. For the time being, she had to get to work making sure that Bayonetta was alright. Her special home-grown peaches were the best thing for healing injuries. WFT also joined Peach. She stood over Bayonetta with her hands on her hips and a death glare present on her face. She didn't necessarily appreciate having her fat stolen.

"I expect to receive my fat back now." WFT said. "I will not wait a second longer."

"Hmph, alright, darling. Just be aware of how good of a thing you have from now on, will you?" Bayonetta said. Her magic allowed her to transfer her weight back in an instant. As soon as she finished speaking, Bayonetta had shrunk back down to her original, slender size. WFT, on the other hand, nearly burst out of her sweatpants as the dozens of hundreds of pounds popped into existence once more. WFT touched her belly, rubbed it lovingly, and nodded in approval. This was how it rightfully should be.

Master Hand shoved his index finger into Bayonetta's face. "I am glad that you are alright, Bayonetta, but I must reprimand you seriously for doing something like that to another Smasher. Stealing another's weight is not a rule I would ever thought I had to enforce, but I now forbid such practices! You will not be allowed to participate in the next few battles because of this. You even lied to me and told me that this would be an official match, but it was nothing of the sort, especially since you had cheated to give your body this advantage beforehand!"

Bayonetta sighed, but she shrugged and rolled her eyes right after. "Oh well. My dear Master Hand, I would have to say that I think it was worth it."

Meanwhile, Palutena wasn't doing very well at keeping her emotions in check. She clutched Pit for dear life, holding onto him as hard as Bayonetta had when she tried to squeeze the angel into unconsciousness. She had been genuinely afraid for him during his fight against Bayonetta. Going up against an Umbran Witch was no small feat. Even though they lived in different worlds, Palutena had been aware of the power of Umbran Witches, and how they specialized in vaporizing angels. In fact, Bayonetta's powers were more deadly to Pit than they were to any of the other Smashers in the tournament. Palutena had the aura of a Goddess to protect her for the most part, but Pit had nothing except his weapons and his wits. His victory against Bayonetta meant more than Pit himself was probably aware of.

"I'm so sorry I didn't try and take better care of you, Pit. I hope you can forgive me!"

"Uh, what? L-Lady Palutena, of course I forgive you! Not that there's anything to forgive in the first place!" Pit didn't really understand why Palutena was so emotional at the moment.

"I'll do what I can to help make you stronger, Pit. I know I might have been too quick to throw jokes at you before at your expense, but I really do believe in you, you know. We can train together!" Palutena suggested, "I mean, I'll do as much as I can, though I'll leave the hard work to you, Pit. You're the only one I know who can handle it! I mean, you've survived well this far! You don't need to rely on me to help make you grow. I've never done a good job to begin with."

Pit could only offer a sheepish chuckle. It wasn't common to be spoken to this way, so he rather liked it. "Y-You did just fine, Lady Palutena."

WFT snatched Pit right out of Palutena's grasp, much to the annoyance of the Goddess of Light. Palutena tried to complain, but as usual, WFT ignored anyone who she did not choose to willingly speak with. The former fitness instructor pulled Pit into a headlock and clutched him close. His face was half-smothered into her bosom as she spoke to him.

"You did a perfect job utilizing my teaches, Pit. I think you might be one of my best students yet! I commend you for winning this battle!"

"Thanks, Wii Fat Trainer! I literally wouldn't have won without your help!"

"Maybe you can continue being one of my sparring partners then! Also, maybe we can even go and visit the new hot springs that the Master Hand set up for us a few days ago? What do you say?"

"Uh...um...err..." Pit couldn't believe that WFT had suggested such a thing so nonchalantly. Once again, she had no understanding of something as simple as 'tact'.

Bayonetta was the next one to approach Pit. She was thin again, and healed up, and there were surprisingly no hard feelings to be felt at all. She reached over and cupped the boy's chin. She planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek. "As long as there's no hard feelings between us, I want to let you know that that was a fun fight. I look forward to the chance that we can meet each other in a proper tournament match, angel boy. I think you would be one of my best opponents yet! Or better yet, my best prey!"

"Heh...uh, there's no h-hard feelings...thanks, Bayonetta..." Pit didn't know how much more of this he could take before passing out. He had to thank Bayonetta for giving him the chance to put his confidence to the test, but before he could express those words, Palutena was already charging after the Umbran Witch. Obviously, she wasn't too thrilled about Pit being gushed over by someone who was, by all other accounts, an enemy to angel-kind. Palutena threw her actual staff at Bayonetta's head. Bayonetta herself simply laughed it off, leaping into the sky and disappearing over the roof of the mansion itself. She would be back eventually.

"Say, Pit, maybe you can spar with me too-" Samus Aran started to say, only to be unceremoniously bumped aside by Peach's massive bottom. It wasn't like the princess had meant to do it, she simply required a great deal of space for the sake of her bottom-heavy body. In spite of this, the bounty hunter still took great offense.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing? I was trying to talk to him! You gotta wait your turn!"

"My turn, oh please, Sammy! You can talk to him later! You know I have NEEDS right now!"

"Don't try and describe it like that! Geez!" Samus groaned into her chubby hand. She shook her head, then looked over at Pit to address him, "All I wanted to say was that you and I should spar sometime. You know, I could actually teach you some skills if you want. I learned a lot of things when I used to work for the Federation."

"Er...it sounds nice...in it's own way..." Pit chuckled ever so sheepishly.

WFT, who had been listening in on everything, decided to throw in her own two cents to the mix. "Why not both? I think if we provide a mixture of different styles and talents, it could really allow for a more diverse experience and improve the overall quality of the training."

Samus shrugged. She crossed her arms over her chest, not the easiest thing for her to do. "Yeah, I suppose that would be fine."

"That could be fun! I'll make sure to teach him all about how to handle my Butt Bomber! Hee hee hee!" Peach laughed. She reached out to give Pit one of her bone-crushing hugs. They were hugs that easily put the likes of Bayonetta's to shame. It was almost like Peach seriously did not pay any attention to the true strength she had hidden underneath that flabby figure of hers.

"Hah...th-thanks, Peach, but, um, I dunno...I think I need to sit down and rest first, you know?"

"Hush now, don't be so afraid! Even my precious little Toads love my hugs! You can handle them! I know it!"

Princess Peach charged straight ahead. She no longer had the patience to receive permission. She threw herself at Pit to try and grab him. Unfortunately, she missed the presence of a small rock on the floor, and the tip of her heel managed to catch on it. She fell straight forward and hit the ground with a shuddering THUD. Peach groaned. She got back onto her feet again with some help from Samus, but when she looked down, there was no sign of the angel boy anywhere. She was sure she had fallen on top of him, though. 

"Oh no! W-What happened to Pit? Where did he go?"

Samus shook her head and sighed. Sonic and Falco snickered to themselves. Palutena and Bayonetta weren't around to see it, but WFT was and she only blinked without expression. Peach didn't understand what they were doing. She finally realized it after another two seconds. Pit had been trapped inside of her stomach rolls. He was submerged so far that he could be said to be 'drowning' within her belly. Peach ripped him out of her stomach and held him tight. She was about ready to cry, apologizing over and over. Pit could barely even form a single word on his own, as he was totally out of it. The onlookers soon began to laugh. All in all, things had ended quite well, and now Pit had earned himself something of a more comfortable reputation among the other Smashers.

The last of the Pit-centered spin-off stories set within the 'Big Princess Bigger Queen' fanfiction story I had written, which you can check out here borin23.deviantart.com/gallery…

This story is also a sequel to this fic  Biggest Princess of Them All 2(Super Smash Bros/BPBQ/Commission)
Even with his opponent lying unconscious outside of the battlefield's boundaries, it was still altogether next to impossible for Pit to really wrap his mind around his own victory. He had actually managed to defeat Ganondorf in a one-on-one confrontation. The apparent 'King of Evil' had all of the raw strength and dark magic in the world at his disposal, but Pit had managed to overcome it and defeat him. Pit doubted he would have been just as lucky if the limitations enacted by Master Hand hadn't been in place to prevent Ganondorf's FULL power from coming out, but regardless, the unlikely angel ward who couldn't fly had finished the first part of his duty. With Ganondorf out of the way, his team had a much better shot at winning. Or so he thought.
"Pit? You seem kind of scared? Or is there something on my face? Oh, you might have seen what I did to Bowser a moment ago! He's always trouble, so he deserved what he got. But he's also hardy, so a little h
, which is part two of this story  Biggest Princess Of Them All 1(Super Smash Bros/BPBQ/Commission)
It was time for another battle at the Super Smash Tournament, hosted by the mysterious but almighty being known as Master Hand. Although many of the fighters had done well so far performing in one on one battles, but soon it would be time to take things 'up a notch', as it were. Master Hand had been planning it out for a little while now. He wanted to allow the fighters to really show off their skills in the best ways possible. Of course, 1-v-1 was fine and dandy, but there were many fighters in this tournament, more than any of the previous ones, and it would take a long time for everyone to get a chance on the battlefield. That was why it had to be done that several fighters would be allowed to battle at once. In fact, things would be taken to their logical extreme, because of course, and Master Hand concluded that he would allow the concept of 8-fighter brawls to take place. They wouldn't happen often, but the first one would be coming up very, ver


In any case, Pit tries to learn how to better deal with fighting the big women of the brawl, only to end up being forced to face off against his toughest opponent after she makes herself big enough to crush him! Pit might not have been my first choice as a main character for spin-offs, but the commission ideas were good, and I think it isn't too bad of a choice given that Lucina and Robin leave at the end of original story. Hopefully you all enjoy it though, and please let me know what you think!

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Man, is it wrong to say WFT is rising to be one of my faves here? Jokes aside though, I like hiw this showed off the training montage. I mean, I actually felt as Pit did the whole way!