Circus Obeseus

Deep inside the twisting labyrinths of Commoragh, a new trend has taken hold of the drukari upper crust. Having grown bored with the usual gladiatorial games between the strongest and most fearsome creatures and warriors the galaxy had to offer, the Archons of the Dark City demand that their houses’ haemonculi and slave masters search for more novel and devious ways to tormenting their captives. Enter the newest blood-sport craze, the Circus Obeseus. Rather than the normal procedure of starving, beating, and drugging the participants before every match, the haemonculi strap female warriors from a number of races into infernal machines which force a thick slurry down their throats and into their stomachs. Composed of a cocktail of fat, sugars, and drugs, this sickeningly sweet mush is not only highly fattening, dragging the metabolism of whoever consumes enough of it to a crawl, but also highly addictive, breaking down their victim’s will until all they can think about is gorging themselves on more of the mush.

Once quick and agile Howling Banshees are left barely able to waddle. Sisters of Battle burst out of their armor who’s leg servos squeak and groan under the weight of their owners. Female tau pilots have their battlesuits returned albeit with much of their cockpit stripped away to better accommodate their operator’s bloated bellies and breasts. By the time the contestants are ready the arena, they are bloated parodies of their former selves.

The rules for each match are simple, no weapons and the last woman standing wins an extra-large serving of the addictive mush while the losers go hungry. The ensuing battle is part-adrenaline pumping sport and part comedy for errors for the audience. The citizens of Commoragh laugh and jeer at the fighters struggling against not only each other but their own bodies. More than once, a combatant has broken down in tears of shame in the face of this relentless ridicule only to become easier prey for her fellow contestants. Surprisingly, there are very few deaths in the Circus Obeseus as one misstep or well-timed blow is all it takes for a fighter to be eliminated.

While a few trueborn still consider these games to be a passing fad which will fall into obscurity once the crowds have gotten their fill, the increased interest in these games among several prominent gladiator stable managers and the growing number of stables who cater exclusively to the Circus Obeseus speak otherwise. If the whispers among dark spires and undercity are to be believed, even a handful of Wyches have fattened themselves up to participate in the games either to maintain their superiority in the arena or for their own pleasure.

As the popularity of the Circus Obeseus increases so too does the complexity and variety of its offerings. To keep the matches somewhat sporting and to cater to different audiences, captives are divided into weight classes and made to fight amongst their class.

Skimmer weights are the lightest combatants. Although they are still overweight by the standards of their own races, skimmer weights are mostly freshly taken slaves who have not had the chance to properly bulk up yet. At this weight class, the matches largely resemble traditional gladiator combat but are considered a good place for stable masters to suss out which girls carry their weight the best and are ready for the higher divisions. Skimmer weights do, however, have a reputation as the feistiest both on the field and off due to their relatively spry bodies and unbroken wills.

Light weights are those who have cut their teeth in the arena and are deemed worth the expense to recieve the haemonculi’s weight gain treatment. Gone are the muffin tops and pot bellies of the skimmer weight as even the scrawniest girls have properly fat guts, thunder thighs, and ballooning utters. At this point, the effects of the fighters burgeoning figures become an increasingly important factor for how the matches play out as most have yet to adept to their new bodies and struggle to keep their balance. More importantly, the combatants, whether consciously or not, begin to yearn for victory and more of their lord’s fattening brew. Even so, many may still find themselves reaching to protect their modesty while blushing furiously as their bellies burst through another set of armor or are forced to go topless after outgrowing another bra.

Medium weights make up the bread and butter of most lower-end tournaments. Matches at this level are considered a good balance between the scrappier brawls of the lower weight girls and the spectacle of the true heavy weights. Medium weight fighters offer a great diversity of figures and features, from bottom-heavy pears, hour glasses, flabby apron bellies, jiggly bingo wings etc. Once a combatant crosses the threshold into this weight class, she is effectively useless for anything else other than more matches in the Circus Obeseus or, maybe, a trueborn’s personal pet. As for the girls themselves, months of feeding sessions and battles in the Circus have left them utterly shameless about their bloated, flabby bodies while their experience pushes them to actively use their massive weight as weapons in the form of body slams and tackles.

Heavy weights, by contrast, make up the bulk of the competitors in high-end matches where the Circus Obeseus truly comes into its own. Here the fighters regularly push the limits of what would be considered “natural” or “survivable” for their species. Fortunately, the haemonculi handlers are able to mix in specialized medications into their slop which protects their charges from the worst effects of their massive weight, although not enough to keep them from becoming gasping, sweat-soaked piles of woman flesh at the end of every match. Even with this knowledge, first timers to a match between heavy weights are often dumbfounded at how the combatants can even stand, let alone waddle towards each other. While most girls at this level are simply roundish blobs of fat with very little discernable form, a growing number of stables have begun developing “signature styles” where their girls’ fat is molded into a specific shape such as, boulder-like asses and hips, bellies that touch the ground, massive lactating breasts, etc. The fighters, now painfully aware that their transformation is irreversible, enter the arena as miserable wrecks who’s only solace is the sweet, fattening mixture waiting for them back to their stables.

Super-heavy weights are by far both the biggest regular appearing fighters and the biggest crowd pleasers in the Circus Obeseus. As the name implies, the super-heavy weight division takes all the elements of the heavy weight and pushes it to truly absurd levels. Few girls make it to the super-heavy weight class both due to the physiological limitations of growing to the required size and the high investment on the part of the stable. Even so, those who do make it are little more than fighting, eating machines consumed by an omnipresent hunger which fills their every waking moment.  Due to the unique physical challenges associated with getting what amounts to mountainous piles of blubber to fight each other, a unique set of rules have been introduced to aid in the process. To help preserve their increasingly limited stamina, the combatants are carried in on modified Raiders who have had their troop compartments emptied out and expanded to accommodate their new occupant with minimal chaffing. Another key difference in super-heavy weight matches is the large transparent tank of fattening mush suspended in the center of the arena with a single tube underneath which serves as an added incentive to force the combatants to immobilize the others. Matches between super-heavy weights are typically reserved as the main event for tournaments and surprisingly short, although half the spectacle is watching the winner greedily suckle on the tube while the others lie on the ground, mewling in hunger and frustration.

Titan weights. Since the first tournaments of the Circus Obeseus were held, devoted followers of the games have longed for the stable masters to push the limits of sentient obesity to the next level of depravity and obscenity. Those who can still remember the last days of the Eldar Empire will recall the heights of hedonism their forebearers indulged in. Though currently existing only as rumors, the theoretical titan weights would embody glutton not seen on a level since the days before the birth of She who Thirsts tore the Old Empire asunder. How the Haemonculi intend to accomplish this is any one’s guess, though many suspect that the alien known to the Mon-keigh as Tyranids may be involved.