#fatchouli answer

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Pudgy Patchouli, the woman who's probably the size of her library with how much she eats~

Patchouli lifted a 10 gallon container of milkshake mixed with hot sauce, lard, grease and frying oil, it was her favorite combination for the purpose of causing herself ecstatic agony.

As the thick, bloating and artery clogging concoction slowly went into her dangerously overstuffed and severely mistreated stomach, Patchouli’s eyes rolled back, an arousing train of thought occupying her mind.

She saw herself, weighing hundreds of tons, cared for by Koakuma, Sakuya and Remi incessantly, Koakuma feeding her nothing short of the greasiest, most unhealthy foods known to mankind, Sakuya working around the clock without rest to cook the foods Koakuma needed to fruitlessly attempt to satisfy her endlessly stretching and perpetually stuffed stomach, often needing to halt time itself just to keep up.

And Remi… no one should survive at this weight, but her dear friend manipulates fate itself, her contribution is simple, she simply alters fate every time Pache dies, the impossible weight on her heart and lungs long since having crushed her ribcage to dust, having it’s weight manipulated to she would feel every organ get crushed but never stay crushed for the pain to be fleeting.

As for Patchouli herself, she wouldn’t even be able to tell, her health well past the point of catastrophic failure, sight and hearing long gone, leaving her to indulge in the ecstatic agony of an endless death never granted by a stomach that would never fully burst but never know anything but being on the point of rupturing.

This fantasy sent Patchouli over the edge, she dropped her container before finishing it, letting it join three dozen of it’s brethren as she reached for her chest, feeling her overworked heart struggle to beat as her vision went black and her left arm grew numb.

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Well well~

How is Patchouli-san feeling today? Surely, a Magician of her status didn't just stuff herself to the point of sickness again, mmhh?

Patchouli groaned, wheezed and panted, simply breathing was difficult when one was as full as her, not that she’d ever admit to it so easily.

“It’s… hff… precisely because… ghff… of my… uuUUUUUUURRRRRRRrrrp… status… as… a magician… hff… that I have the… the……”

Patchouli’s face went as pale as Youmu’s ghost half, before her cheeks puffed with her previous meals, the magician only barely managing to swallow the majority of it down, but some digest still found it’s way past her lips and onto the floor.

Patchouli wheezed for a moment, before she continued her previous statement as if nothing happened.

“The… hff… urlk… luxury… of stuffing myself… ghahhf… to the point of illness…”

As if to demonstrate her point, despite the rigidness of her gargantuan gut’s upper half, clearly jampacked with a dangerous amount of food, Patchouli reached towards a container of Nachos, swimming in cheese, hot sauce, and every greasy topping under the sub, grabbed the largest handful she could muster and shoved it past her greedy lips, her eyes rolling over, and an ecstatic moan escaped her lips, accompanied by an ominous growl from her already tortured stomach.

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“Why thank you, Lady Patchouli. It was quite a challenge learning to deep fry an entire hamburger, but I hope the results are to your liking.”

And, judging by the tightness of her maid dress, Sakuya enjoys them as well.

Patchouli's eyes locked onto this details like a hawk, she knew Sakuya has been gaining weight, but she didn't realize it suited her so well... what friend would she be if she didn't encourage this behavior?

"Hff... Shakuya... hahh... why don't... oumlph... you... hff... try to... mghlgplh... indulge... hff... more... hahh... hff... the exshtra... gllph... gllUUURRRrrph... glluph... weight... BUUUURRrrlph... gahh... shuitsh you..."

Patchouli shamelessly reached a hand to Sakuya's stomach, and gave it a jiggle to get a sense for just how fat her friend was getting.

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How big's Patchouli's butt?

Patchouli looked at the question… she never thought to measure it.

But some of it’s feats were simply staggering, the most obvious is the couch, fit to sit 6 people, that was crushed under it’s size and immensity.

Once, with the aide of Sakuya, Remilia and Koakuma, Patchouli attended a dinner at the dining table, and even with eight chairs poised to support her, she crashed them minutes after sitting down, and was promptly fed senseless on the floor instead.

Last she tried leaving the mansion, her ass got jammed in the front door, so much so she had to be covered in oil to be removed.

If she had to be conservative, she would say it was 8 people wide, and 12 if she was generous.

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"That's..."

Remi's hand twitched in place, afraid she's caused pain to her friend without meaning to... but then again, when was Patchouli not in pain of some sort? Be it her overstuffed middle crying out for mercy or her poor lungs struggling to squeeze some much-needed air into her morbidly obese body... Patchouli was always "suffering" in one way or another...

Remilia wondered, if this was the right course of things, if there was anything she could do to help her friend somehow, to set things straight once again, but one look at the magician's reddish face was enough to dissuade such concerns.

Patchouli... wanted this... and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing she could do to prevent the rest of her friends from following in the same heavy, waddling footsteps too...

"I... don't understand, my friend. However, that doesn't mean I will stop you... I want nothing but your happiness... e-even if I'm not sure if this is... the right way... so uhm..."

She would rub once again, tenderly so, smiling a little as she came a little closer.

"What can I do for you? Anything, I'll try."

“Anything…?…Hff…”

The idea enticed Patchouli, she could ask to get even more attention from Sakuya, so the mere concept of not being fed would be a thing of the past.

She could ask her fate to be changed, so once death comes for her, she won’t simply revert to a previous fate, but simply never complete her death, achieving a perfect nirvana of agony and pleasure.

Perhaps to up the ante on Sakuya’s cooking instead, even less nutritional value and even more heartstopping slop, the idea alone drove Patchouli insane with temptation, but, amidst all these ideas, something crucial was missing.

Unbound, deathly gluttony was already very nearly the perfect experience, but the little treat that would seal her current existence as the perfect one would be seeing her best and closest friend fall down the same rabbit hole, relinquish her outdated dignity and become a fellow slave to cravings, just like the rest of Gensokyo.

The answer was clear, all she needed to do was ask.

“Hahh… join me… hff… Remi~… hahh… glut yourshelf… hff… alongshide me… hff… shurrender… ghff… to obeshity… hahh… and eat with me…”

With monumental effort, Patchouli raised a lard laden arm, and placed her nearly useless hand on Remilia’s own ginormous belly, it felt too soft, it could be tauter, it could even burst~

And Patchouli would make it her mission to corrupt her best friend, and show her the glorious indignity of a gluttonous hedonistic existence.

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"Patchouli-san, I just... I need to know. Do you ever bother moving when you reach such dangerous weights? I feel the answer should be an obvious 'No', but knowing you and your... ngh... masochistic tendancies..."

Patchouli’s expression softened as fond memories returned to her, her cheeks growing red with arousal at her own lethal obesity.

“Hah… hff… onshe… I tried… hahh… walking… hahh… I ushed all my magic… hff… and shtood up… ghff… I reinforshed my… hff… legsh… hahh… and took a… hahh… shtep…”

Patchouli’s heartbeat accelerated to astronomical speeds, beating irregularly and causing the magician to grip her chest in pleasurable agony.

“Nghh… gahh… I… hff… had a… nghaah… h-heart… hff… attack… ghnngh… and… ghff… losht… gaangh… ghff… balanshe… hff…”

Patchouli stopped to catch her breath, taking in her current heart palpitations, fondly reminiscing how much worse it was during her last attempt at walking.

“My… ngh… anklesh… ghff… shnapped… a-and when… ghhhngh… I tried… gghhhnff… rolling… ovah… ghff… sho did… hff… my shpine…!~”

The librarian’s breath hitched as arousal and excitement sent her heart into complete failure, her eyes rolling back as life left her body, but only for a moment.

As if nothing happened, and with her vitality somewhat restored, Patchouli concluded her tale.

“That… hff… wash shree… hff… yearsh agoh… hahh… I haven’t gotten… hff… up shinshe…”

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(from @slobbyprincess)

Yuyuko likes Patchy. Quite a bit. Well, more than a bit. She likes Patchy a lot. Not for her relation to the Scarlets, nor her own strength and power.

No, Yuyu likes Patchy because she's fat as can be. A monument to slobhood and unabashed gluttony, huffing, puffing, and wheezing her way to another hundred thousand calories a day with a smile on her face. Just like Yuyuko. And also like Yuyuko... she won't let her youkai nature stop her from gorging. They're two peas in a rather unhealthy and fat-obsessed pod, after all! Is it any wonder they started spending... a lot of time together?

"Hhffff.... Patchouhlliii~..."

Yuyuko's voice, deep and warbling, ringing through the library of Miss Knowledge, is no longer unusual. Especially when it comes accompanied by the chomping and gulping of fattening slop that Yuyuko always brings with her for the journey to see her darling librarian.~

Busy choking down a burrito longer, thicker and greasier than any burrito had business being, Patchouli took a concerning amount of time to snap from her euphoria and acknowledge the obese ghost once again visiting her library.

Reluctantly, the magician finally bit the burrito, with over 10 inches of it remaining outside of her mouth and stomach, it was difficult to estimate how large the dish was when Patchouli began devouring it.

"Hrrk- ghrrk- Huhuho... hrk- urlk-... hehoh..- ghllp- urk-..."

Patchouli greeted with a lazy wave, her words entirely unintelligible as she struggled to choke down the slop.

With one final swallow, risking rupturing her throat in the process, the librarian finally swallowed, and opened her airway for proper speech.

"Hff... you've... hahh... interrupted... hff... hahh... ghff... hff... my... hahh... lunsh... hff... thish... hahh... better... hff... be... ghff... foh... junk...~"

Patchouli's statement was facetious on two fronts, the first was the insinuation she ever stopped eating to have set meals, and the second was that Yuyuko ever came to her for anything but to share a heartstopping meal.

To call their relationship friendship would oversell their familiarity, and undersell their intimacy, it was a primal bond born out of their shared need for gluttony, unashamed and unstoppable, a bond that exists solely to encourage and enable each other to overeat to the greatest capacity they could ever hope, regardless of the consequences, or rather, in a race to see who's life will be extinguished first.

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"T-That is... hurrphf... s-such a grim... o-outlook for Gensokyo..."

Panting, groaning, moaning in discomfort mixed with a subtle tinge of delight of which she was desperate to shake her mind away from, Remilia fanned at herself, the sudden, forceful bloatedness working up a bit of a sweat on her often-burdened body. Even if she was more or less undead her body was still constantly overheating due to the sheer effort it took to just function normally, organs struggling to do their job on a daily basis, and slowly growing worse with each passing week, with each added pound to her once lithe frame.

"I-I'm not sure if we should... hic... g-give in just like that... w-what will become of us at this rate...?"

Oh she knew quite well what would happen. She's seen it, fae' gorging until their poor lil' bodies gave up and exploded in a mess of gore and fairy dust, Youkai immobilized by their size all across the land of illusions, either starving to death once they're too big to feed themselves, or going out on one final binge before repeating the process anew once their bodies regenerated later on...

It was... gruesome. And yet, little by little, it became the norm for many around here...

"UURPH... oogh e-excuse me... a-are you alright my friend? E-Even if you've willingly submitted to this lifestyle, it must still feel painful at times no?"

A chubby hand would reach towards Patchouli's gut, idly rubbing across the overfed mass, worried about her friend's... "comfort", if there's any at this point...

Patchouli felt the pressure of her friend's flabby hand come down on her tender, sensitive, overstretched skin, with how unbelievably full she was at all times, it was a miracle that alone wasn't enough to send her vomiting her previous meals all over herself and the mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

With the catastrophe narrowly avoided, Patchouli swallowed down some digest threatening to fly out of her mouth, and wheezed hastily, desperate for what little air she could chug down into her shrunken, pathetic lungs.

"C-comfort...? Ghurlk... Remi... hff... thish ish... hff... what I want... hahh... dishcomfort... pain... hahh... to be sho full... hff... sho faht... mmph~... t-that living... ish... mgff~... a conshtant... hahh~... sh-shruggle..!~..."

Patchouli's already reddned face from the sheer effort of living in her abhorrent state somehow got even redder, Remilia needn't think too hard to realize arousal was washing over her friend as she thought of the deathly state she was perpetually in.

"Surely... hff... you understand... hahh... hff... old friend?~"

She asked as if this mindset she had was shared with everyone by default... and given the state of Gensokyo, she might have been correct.

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For her own part, Remilia was caught in curious dichotomy, between the side of her that still clung to the Gensokyo of old, long before this "incident" of sorts took place and everyone began to get fat and lazy...

And the side of her who was one decadent meal away from losing all of what little self-restrain she has left amidst Sakuya's excessive feeding and the many social "events" she had to attend.

Mind hazy and thoughts clouded by the rush of sugar overloaded her brain, Remilia cursed the fact her body mimicked human functions, heart racing as she feared the next gulp would push her over the edge and pop off her poor bloated, pressurized tum-

But as the jug came off her mouth, and she took one desperate breath at last, the only thing that came forth was a wet, rumbling belch, a pained moan-

And hushed, embarassed "thank you", face blood-red as she looked away in shame~

Pache smiled contently as the beautiful sound of a wet, rumbling belch ringed through her ginormous library, clearly coming from a stomach that was no less than jam packed, the only state she believed one should exist in.

"Hff... Remi... hahh... you need to... hahh... accept... the lean... hff... productive Genshokyo... ghff... ish ghone... it'sh now ruled... hff... by hunger... greed... n' gluttony."

Patchouli knew this reality was one that Remilia was less than kin to accept, but it remained the current state of things, Gensokyo held no respect for the lean, measured and powerful Yokai of old, the only measure of status left was how gluttonous, useless and obese one could make themselves.

Bursting, vomiting, eating for days at a time without break, inflicting agony upon oneself in the endless pursuit of greater obesity was the single important principle ruling these monstrous lands, and they have been for years.

"If you... hahh... don't adapt, Remi... you will... hff... loshe your shtatush... hahh... no one... caresh for your... hff... shtrength... uuUUUuuurrlph.... only... hff... how fat... hahh... and gluttonoush... ghff... you are..."

She reiterated her observations in spoken form, before she used her magic to bring to her own mouth a jug of similar size, only to chug it down with none of the reservation held by Remilia, in under a minute all of it's contents were inside Patchouli, or streaming down her fattened face, coating her already messy chins with all the more food.

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Poor Remi. She innocently believed that Pache, once stoic and so wise would somehow agree with her ever-increasing worries about the Mansion's overall health and habits. Little did she know, she would sooner convince one of the obese fae' about her doomsaying, than sway the magician's minf aeay from such hedonistic nihilism.

...her own body made things harder still. One look at Remilia's fat self and you would think it wasn't "that bad" compared yo bigger, fatter girls-

But the truth was that most of her fat was not so much on the outside, but rather inside of her. Clogging her arteries, bloating and enveloping her organs, leaving no room for her poor overtaxed lungs and failing heart to do their work.

"Mmppfh... nNnghhh!?"

And caught off-guard by Pache's "aid", she could do nothing but chug on the creamy, sugary, fattening sludge, tummy peeking out of a long outgrown set of clothes she so stubbornly clung to, feeling her head clouded by a rush of glucose, vessels constricted as pressure rose~

Patchouli dutifully forced all 5 gallons down her dear friend's throat and into her stomach, in her mind, clouded by years of unabashed gluttony and long since rewired to view pain as pleasure, and pleasure as junk food, honestly believed water and thick fattening sludge were similar in purpose, a way to cool down and come down the other end refreshed and ready for more... Patchouli's definition of refreshed was severely misconstrued, evidently.

"Hff... jusht enjoy... hff... Remi... hahh... thish ish... ghff... a drink... hahh... I concocted shpeshifically... hff... to asshisht... hahh... with overheating..."

Patchouli explained with a proud smirk, one that radiated genuine pride in her deadly drink, a smirk that grew into an expectant grin as the tub's contents emptied, and the magician's expectation for a beaming reception grew.

After all, how could Remi possibly find this drink anything less than delightful.

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The difference between them makes it seem as if she’s not fat at all, but as Patchouli’s hand goes to her stomach, the wobble that accompanies it is undeniable. The maid is certainly past 200lbs now, cresting over the chubby mark into being fat.

“Mmmff… uuuoOOOoppp… indulge? I am not certain what you mean. I only taste test as needed.”

Patchouli knew for a fact Sakuya wasn’t lying, to gain only 200lbs after years of cooking for Pache could only mean as such, but that was the issue, Sakuya had the potential to be so much fatter, like herself or Remilia, all she needed was to allow herself the freedom to indulge fully.

“Preshishely… hff… Shakuya… oulpmph… I think… hahh… uuurrrp… you musht… hff… eat to your… ourlph… limitsh… often…”

Patchouli let go of the maid’s belly, and instead grabbed one of the aforementioned deep-fried burgers, pressing it forcefully to Sakuya’s lips.

“Shtop… hff… cleaning… meh… hahh… and enjoy… ghff… your cooking… hff… hahh… ash mush ash… ghffhahh… you should…!”

Patchouli phrased it with the tone that illuminated it wasn’t an order to the maid, but would she refuse, the magician would gladly use her authority to make it one.

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"W-Well there might be instances, however as denizens of our revered abode, we should strive for finesse even amidst this... gluttony."

Nevermind the fact that she was, perhaps, the only one even remotely worried about anything but eating and lazing around in the Mansion. The sight of fae' eating 'till their poor bodies could no longer handle the abuse and either expelled the half-digested bog, or simply exploded outright, was a common one.

As was the waddling gait of the overfed mass, the gas problem of the poor librarian, the slothful visage of the gate warden, and the ravenous appetite of the little sister trapped underneath the premises.

"That's... huff.. why we, ugh, should... should try to... hahh..."

...fanning herself, Remi' was forced to take a lil' break mid-rant, petite as she was, the lard encasing her organs made breathing a tad more difficult these days...

"Ooogh... w-water... p-please..."

Patchouli ignored most of her tirade, this exchange was a regular one, and Patchouli heard, considered, and decided to ignore each of her points long ago, back when she had a semblance of a chance to stand upright under her own power.

What she wasn't quite expecting is for Remilia's weight issues to have progressed to where completing multiple sentences consecutively was becoming an impossibility, a fuzzy feeling warmed her heart, it was either pride or a heart attack, either way, Pache embraced it.

"Hff... nghff... there'sh... hahh... ughfh... no water... hff... b-but... I think... hahh... melted... ghff... ishe... cream... hff... should helph... hff..."

Using the most magical power she could spare, Patchouli made a five liter tub of ice cream float and firmly lodge itself into Remilia's mouth, it was chocolate and strawberry flavored, and mixed to perfection with heavy cream, peanut butter and caramel sauce, in a perfect combination to make the least healthy ice cream shake Patchouli could request of Sakuya.

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Sakuya does enjoy cooking for Patchouli, as she always seems to enjoy whatever she makes. Even wiping her clean is an enjoyable task too, though she’s long since had to move from napkins to towels.

Patchouli always appreciated Sakuya's timeliness, rare where the times the magician wasn't properly fed, and rarer still were the times she ate anything less than poison to the arteries, her favorite type of food by far.

"Hff... hahh... Shank you... oulmph... Shakuyah... uuurrrp... nghlf... foh' tahkin... oumglph... shush... ghff... ghood... buUUUrrrrRrRUUulphh... care... ouhmph... of meh..."

Patchouli thanked the dutiful maid who simultaneously fed her as she cleaned her, knowing full well Pache would grow irritable and impatient being cleaned without packing herself fuller still with pounds of junk food.

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It is hard to chastise Patchouli's habits when her own body was round and swaddled by a thick layer of blubber too-

But she's asking her to be a little more "refined" in her methods at least!

Patchouli grumbled indignantly, she's heard it all before, and never saw an issue with her habits, after all, it's been years since she left the library, much less her chair, if anyone found it bothersome, they could simply leave.

"Hff... don't act like... hahh... you alwaysh... mmglph... oulmph... eat shupa... ghlmhph... oumphuuuUUUUUUUUURRRrrrrpp... burlph... refined... gurlph..."

Patchouli frowned as she messily devoured a wedding cake fit for a party by her lonesome, getting almost as much on herself as she did in herself.

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Has Patchouli's downward spiral of hedonism influenced the other members of the Scarlet Devil Mansion in some way?

Patchouli's face turned to a satisfied grin, she was unfortunately less than full at the moment, but with her health as stable as it could be, Patchouli felt she was able to answer.

“The obesity epidemic… hff… has affected everyone in the mansion… hahh… of course, I am patient zero… hff… Remi was second to… hahh… pick gluttony as a hobby… hff… which naturally led the… hff… foods in the mansion… hahh… to all become fattening…~”

Patchouli fondly recalled seeing the way Koakuma tried and failed to hide her constant grazing and burps, and hearing Sakuya proudly talk to herself, cherishing a compliment to her weight from Remilia, and concluding her mistress must want her disastrously obese.

Meiling of course took full advantage of the gluttonous shift in mentality, glutting herself senseless as she neglected her guard duty in favor of slothful gluttony.

The fairies were soon to follow, ever incompetent, Patchouli wasn’t sure if they gained on purpose or were simply too foolish to note the weight affecting their flight.

Not that she cared, knowing no denizen of the mansion weighed less than 400 pounds made her proud of her gluttony, and ever more eager to cross the half ton mark.

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Patch! would you rather eat until you nearly pop or suddenly gain 200 pounds onto your frame?

Patchouli thought about either option, 200 pounds wasn't that much weight when you were nearing the half ton mark, and she already ate until she nearly popped every day for the last three years...

"Hff... are those... hahh... the only options...? Hff... n-neither is extreme... hahh... enough... but... ghff... if I... hahh... had to choose... 200 pounds... hahh... hff... it is..."

With a general feeling of disappointment, Pache did her best to reach towards a greasy burger, she needed the high of a clogged artery to drive her closer to satisfaction.