MegaMan Fattle Network

"Come on... come on and FIT, you dumb... stupid... crappy... PANTS!"

Ms. Madd's face was a vivid crimson as she strained to pull up her jean shorts. They were already squeezing tightly against her elephantine thighs, but they fell just short of riding over her flabby, doughy ass.

"They're never, ever gonna fit, ya know~" a childish, mocking jeer sounded out from the PET she had propped up on her dresser. Displayed on the screen was a colorful, cartoony-looking Net Navi by the name of ColorMan, her loyal assistant and former partner in netcrime, with a sickeningly smug smirk on his face as he watched his operator's ordeal.

"Oh my God shut UP, ColorMan!" Madd growled through gritted teeth as she continued her futile struggle against her girth. "They still fit! They HAVE to! They fit... just fine... LAST WEEK!"

"Ya know that was like, WAY before ya spent the week pigging out on tubs of ice cream, gobbling up entire pizzas, demolishing half a buffet..."

"Either you shut up, or I'm gonna install that muting program I got last week!" Madd hollered, which elicited a "Meep!" from her mouthy Navi. "Ugh... but seriously, I got these shorts two weeks ago, there's no way I've gotten too fat for them by now! No, they... they probably shrunk in the washer. Yeah, that's it! I got careless and shrunk my shorts! Ha ha, ha ha..."

But while he remained silent, Maddy couldn't ignore ColorMan's judgemental glare, or her reflection in the mirror for that matter. Looking back at her was a woman dressed in familiar attire: an orange and white T-shirt worn over a darker orange long sleeved shirt, striped leggings paired with her too-small jean shorts, tastefully applied eyeshadow and lipstick, and pink hair tied up in two bushy, messy ponytails... in the past, that woman was a feared criminal and gorgeous bombshell. But now?

"Oh my God, who am I even kidding? I'm a total fatass now! That stupid kid..."

It had been over a year since Ms. Madd had been humiliated by that Lan Hikari brat and his Net Navi MegaMan, but the pain was as fresh as it was then. Formerly a high-ranking member of the terrorist organization World Three, Madd won her boss Lord Wily's respect by pulling off all kinds of schemes such as poisoning a city's water supply in order to steal an important program, and selling faulty car programs to raise money for the organization... but when Lan and MegaMan trounced her as well as the entirety of the World Three? Everything went to hell. Wily never allowed her to rejoin the World Three during it's later two revivals, and a lot of criminals looked down on her for getting her clock cleaned by a grade schooler. So after being unable to live up to her dream of graduating to the status of a rich and respected netcriminal? Madd had a void in her life that she filled by stuffing her face with hilariously unhealthy food.

And over a year of unhealthy Netopian cuisine such as pizza, burgers, barbecue, and whatnot took it's toll on Madd's figure in a hurry. Her doughy arms and thighs were beginning to rip small holes in her shirts and leggings, leaving small pockets of fat oozing out and pushing them even wider. Her mountainous belly refused to be contained by even her largest shirts, leaving a mound of jiggly blubber hanging out for passerby to gawk and cringe at. Her butt had grown so ample that it would often catch on doorways that she squeezed through or knock things over. And no matter how much makeup she applied, Maddy couldn't hide the two extra chins and fleshy cheeks that added a soft roundness to her face. Last time she weighed herself was two weeks ago, where she was a solid 340 pounds. She knew she had to have packed on even more poundage since then, but she avoided the scale out of sheer dread for whatever number it would display now.

"My God ColorMan, just look at all this blubber! What the hell did I do to myself?!" Maddy groaned as she kneaded her fat rolls around like bread dough and watched her fingers sink into the softness of her paunch.

"Hmm, let's see: ya stuffed yourself every chance ya got, lounged around and did nothing, chugged soda and milk like nobody's busi-"

"That was a rhetorical question, dummy." Madd pouted as she crossed her fatty arms. "Ugh, but you're right: that kid turned me into a total pig!"

"Ya know Maddy, Lan and MegaMan didn't strap you to a chair and force all that greasy, salty fast food down your throat..." ColorMan snidely remarked to his obese operator, who let out a huff of annoyance.

"You don't know what it's like, ColorMan! To lose your job, your life's meaning because some random brat just so happens to be a netbattling prodigy!"

"Uh, yeah I do! Who do ya think took Fire Towers and Cannons to the face during all of that?!" ColorMan whined, only to be brushed off by Madd.

"The point is ColorMan, that I've gotta hold on to whatever happiness I can find! I can't help it that I'm at my happiest gorging on junk food, it's pretty much the only thing that fills that awful void in my life... Even if it did turn me into a big fat blob in the process, ugh..." Madd grabbed her belly by the overhang and jostled it around, her lip curling in disgust as it wobbled about like crazy before letting it go and watching it jiggle back into place. And when it settled...

*Grrrrrrrrrr...*

Her stomach growled: it had been hours since she last ate, and her appetite for junk food had been reignited.

"Ugh, speaking of which, I'm starving." Maddy rested her hands on her belly and gave it a pat. "Alright ColorMan, I've got a job for you!"

"Let me guess, you want me to ring up that one pizza place you like and have them drop off a couple of pies?" ColorMan huffed with a roll of his eyes.

"You read my mind! Yeah, I want you to order around five or six pizzas for me. I don't care about the toppings, I just want something greasy and tasty in my stomach as soon as possible!"

"If you say so... but don'tcha think going on a diet would be a better idea? I mean, you'll actually be able to fit into your clothes and get your hot bod back if ya just watch what you're eating..."

Ms. Madd pursed her lips and exhaled loudly through her nose as she looked at her reflection once again. Indeed, she had to admit she'd kill for the figure she had ago: thin, yet buxom and with curves in all the right places? She had fond memories of hitting the beach in her favorite white bikini, and drawing the lustful stares of guys and the occasional girl alike...

*Grrrrrrrrrrrooooooo*

But if she wanted to lose weight, she'd have to cut down on her trips to the buffet, hourly snacks, and unhealthy yet delicious meals. She'd be effectively starving herself, not to mention cutting one of the few things she enjoyed out of her life. So while running her hands over her rumbling belly, she shook her head and dismissed her Navi's query.

"Nope. No diets for me! So hurry up and order that pizza already! I'm wasting away, here!"

"Whatever ya say, Maddy." ColorMan shrugged, "I mean, if ya wanna get even fatter that's your call."

Madd turned back to the mirror, and smirked as her eyes wandered down to her chest. "Eh, you know what? Being fat isn't all bad. I mean, look at my boobs, they're enormous!"

Madd grabbed her melon-sized breasts and giggled flirtatiously as she squeezed and jiggled them. "Ah ha ha... yes, I think having even bigger tits is well worth the price of gaining weight..."

And after turning around and truly reflecting on the size of her ass? Ms. Madd could think of another silver lining. "Oh man, and just check out my butt! My weight and huge ass mean if I ever run into Lan again? I could sit on him and crush him to death! That'll teach him a lesson for sure, ha ha..."

While Madd slapped around her sizable asscheeks, her stomach rumbled in anticipation for her impending dinner. For the first time in her life? Maddy was looking forward to the weight she would inevitably put on from such a meal, if only for the sake of her breast size and revenge fantasies she would likely never be able to act on. Indeed: it looked like the hefty hacker wasn't going to be getting her slim figure back anytime soon...