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Vanus the Fat Giant

by Borin23

It was time to begin yet another feast. The town had been busily preparing for it for the past month and a half, but now that the day was almost upon them, they were more frantic in conducting preparations than ever before. There was no possible telling what could happen if this feast did not please the one it was intended for, but mulling on that possibility would have prevented any and all work to be done in the first place, so no one thought about such dark concepts. Instead, they harvested all of the fruit, vegetables, meats and other delicious foods that they could procure. The small town and its population had been putting on these feasts for every season of every year. The summer feast had been several months ago, and now, it was time for the fall feast. The fall feast was decidedly the biggest of the feasts, as it was the time right before winter, when food became more scarce for a period of time. It was very important that everything was perfect. If one dish tasted off or if one dish was particularly missing for whatever reason, it would be a price that they would all have to pay with their own heads. Or rather, their own souls.
Located only a small ways outside of the town's boundaries, but close enough for it to only be a short stroll's away to reach, was an enormous castle. A castle that easily towered over the rest of the town's buildings, but that was because the man occupying that castle was actually taller than any ordinary human. He was a powerful sorcerer and, as it so happened, a giant. He was short for a giant, but still he made the normal humans tremble underneath his incredible seventeen-foot-tall height. It wasn't just his height or his magic that also kept the people at bay, but his outrageous appetite, which was why the feasts were continually held in the first place. He was a very gluttonous man and that showed in his figure. While most giants were bulky or muscular in some fashion, the sorcerer named Vanus was positively obese. Morbidly obese due to living an inactive lifestyle centered around concocting magic and forcing hapless citizens to feed him over and over. His stomach protruded a great deal from his bdy, a sot and pendulous orb that often shook and jiggled with each one of his slow and waddling steps. His face was enshrouded with blubber, an extra full chin and puffy jowls. His arms and legs, while often concealed by his long sorcerer's robes, were just as pudgy, hardly any muscle to be found on them at all. He was very fat for a giant but Vanus didn't quite care enough to do anything about it. He had his magic to protect his body from suffering any sort of terrible side-effects due to his obesity and he also was able to refine his muscles (what remained of them) and his bones so that they could better handle his great heft. Being both very tall and very wide helped add additional intimidation to his appearance and it kept the villagers willing to obey him and listen to his every word. No one would dare try to cross him. All they could truly do, and this was true, was continue to feed him over and over again.
As he got fatter, his appetite also grew in turn with his stomach, and it meant each feast needed to be greater than the last. That was what the villagers kept in mind throughout the days of preparing. Every single available kitchen was on full blast in cooking up meals that the giant would be able to enjoy. Every now and then the people would stop and listen, straining their ears for any hint of the sound of his oncoming footsteps. Of course, by now they would physically feel the presence of his steps, as his footfalls often made the ground tremble. For the most part, Vanus did not leave his castle, as he preferred lazing about rather than doing anything that could potentially constitute as exercise. He kept a great deal of snacks and treats holed up in his castle so he never had to go hungry. Whenever he did begin to run low on supplies, he would use his magic to coerce the townspeople into doing his bidding as he often did. It was the best way he knew how to get what he needed, or rather just what he wanted. He always got what he wanted.
"Mommy, do you think the big man is going to come out for dinner tonight?" the child asked her mother.
"Of course he will. He always does, my dear. Now please, keep cutting the carrots just like mama taught you."
"But I don't wanna do this, mama! It's not fun! It's boring! I want to go home!"
The mother cringed. Nearly every single person within the town was busy cooking and preparing. There were those who worked on the decorations and those who worked on the table arrangements, but mostly everyone had to offer a hand when it came to the matter of making the meals. The mother didn't know if Vanus had some way of watching over them. They never saw anything, and they didn't think that anyone would act as a spy for the giant, but it seemed like whenever Vanus stepped out of his castle he already knew everything about the townspeople and what recent happenings had occurred. It terrified them, the fact that he seemed to be so omnipotent and omniscient. They had tried poisoning his food before, but that had never worked, as his giant's stomach managed to nullify most poisons and he could 'smell' venom with his nostrils. He was as much the opposite of ordinary as they came. The townspeople had long since accepted their fates and chose to do whatever they could to appease the man rather than fight back against him. That was why the mother wanted her child to keep her attention on cutting the carrots. They needed this stew ready by nightfall.
Vanus himself sat up in his bedroom, as he usually did, and he read through one of his tomes, as he usually did. All around him floated various objects like goblets filled with fine wine and a platter of half-eaten chicken breast. Vanus himself swirled a single chubby finger over his head and the platter of chicken floated down to his face. Without even using his own hands to grab it, the platter tipped over slightly, allowing the chicken breast to tumble right into his open maw. Vanus chewed it up and swallowed it down, releasing a big sigh of relief as he did. He had his large stomach splayed out over his lap. The covers of his bed had been pulled back to expose his enormous, smooth belly. He didn't really like keeping it covered when he was in private. He didn't wear his robes often either. He did, however, continue to conduct spells at his leisure, as he had big plans for tonight's event. Very big plans, indeed.
The townspeople had done well to satisfy him thus far, but the larger he got, the more he felt the need to want more. More, more, more. There could never possibly be enough for him. Even by the time he declared himself 'full' and decided that he no longer wished to eat anything else at the feast, that was only because he had grown bored of the festivities and wished to take himself a break. He didn't think he could ever experience anything like true fullness in his life. His stomach was simply too vast for that. Many times he had cast spells upon it to try and give himself a 'bottomless' stomach, but the spells never lasted very long. He could already out-eat just about anyone in the entire land, even larger giants, but he didn't feel that that was enough for his own liking. He needed more than that. Vanus reached down and pressed his chubby fingers against the surface of his gut. They sank in somewhat deep, but the skin immediately rose back to the surface as soon as he removed the digits. He wondered just how large he could get. He hoped the townspeople wouldn't let him down for this fall feast. He didn't feel particularly impressed by the summer feast, so he had big expectations to be met this time around.
Vanus licked his lips. He had just eaten the chicken breast, and it had been properly seasoned with spices and everything, but he knew that the turkey he would consume tonight would make that chicken pale greatly in comparison. There would be stew, and corn, and biscuits, and so many sweets that it would probably kill anyone of a lesser, weaker standing. Vanus had not only the power of a giant at his side, but the power of magic, and also the power of his own stomach, which was practically like a whole different being in of itself. He would eat more tonight than he ever had at any prior feast. That much he was certain about. With another wave of his hand, more dishes floated down from their hovering point over his head, presenting him with a bowl of grapes and a wheel of cheese to munch on. He plucked off some of both and gobbled them up at the same time. His stomach growled. It could hardly wait for tonight either.
Vanus ushered open his closet door with another light gesture. As the door swung open, a small, glass sphere came floating out toward him. The obese man smiled to himself, his extra chins jutting outward as he grinned. Inside of that glass orb were the souls of those who had disappointed him in the past. That was his greatest and most powerful magic, to be able to extract a person's soul forcefully from their body. It was the primary reason that he was able to keep these townspeople in line. They could try and turn against him, but if they did, they'd never be able to retrieve the stolen souls and revive those that had been victimized by the sorcerer. Vanus took the orb in his hand and rolled it around. He placed it atop his gut, feeling its cold exterior on his warm flesh, and he let it roll all the way down until it fell into the pit of his belly-button. Vanus laughed again. He thought back to those frightened faces and how they had pleaded for mercy. He didn't think he would have to use this tonight, but he would keep his emotions closed from his expression, so that they would not suspect whether he was becoming angry with them or not. He wished for it to be a surprise if he really had to go to such lengths to teach them a lesson. A very important lesson, to not let him down when he had such high expectations.
As the day went on, the people worked harder and harder. Those who took a break from cooking instead spent their time preparing the table. Of course, Vanus himself had a veritable throne that he sat on. It was the only thing capable of holding up his incredible heft. He weighed more than several adult male villagers combined, and that had been before he started becoming fat. It had been a while since he had last been seen, but surely, after all this time, he was bound to be of a size never before seen. To think that he could become even fatter was not a pleasant image for the older townsfolk. If he became so fat that he could engulf the entire town, well, that seemed like an actual, potential possibility and it was worse than a nightmare to think about.
Soon, the sky began to darken, the sun began to drift behind the distant mountains, and the temperature dropped by several degrees. The hearts of the townsfolk seemed to pound quickly in fierce unison, as they knew that the time of the feast was almost upon them. Luckily, just about everything was ready, from the fattest of the turkeys, and there were multiple of them, to the smallest of the side dishes. All of the chairs were in place, as was Vanus' plate. He did not share the food with the townsfolk, but he did have them sit there at the table to watch him eat. That was just the sort of giant that he was. He truly did just about anything to get what he wanted from those around him. It was exactly what had gotten him to be banished by the other giants in the first place.
"Is he coming out soon? He must be, isn't he?"
"I can almost feel the tremors of his approaching steps now. Everyone, keep quiet and brace yourselves. He will reveal himself at any moment."
"I'm afraid, mommy."
"Don't worry, my child. If he tries to harm you, I will...I will protect you myself..."
Vanus opened the doors of his castle with his sorcerer robes on and his book clutched firmly underneath his fat arm. He huffed and puffed as he slowly but surely made his way toward the banquet table set up in the very center of town. He was very fat, so he didn't move particularly quickly, but no one said so much as a single word as they watched him draw ever closer. Vanus' huge gut stuck out far in front of him, so far that it nearly dipped down to his knees with its tremendous girth. It swung almost like a pendulum, going from side to side. He was even bigger than the townspeople could have recalled. When he made it to his throne, which was constructed from the strongest wood imaginable from the oldest tree in the forest, he slowly lowered himself down, causing the chair itself to start creaking. The townspeople collectively shuddered in his presence. He was truly enormous. Even his gut managed to spill some of itself over onto the table in front of him. How he could even manage to live in such a state was beyond any of them to understand or comprehend. He seemed to be pleased with himself as he looked over the vast spread in front of him, however. He probably would eat it all tonight. His stomach looked big enough to fit it all in.
"Is everyone here?" he asked, his voice deep yet also smooth at the same time.
"Yes, we are all here to see you, my lord." the mayor of the town was the one to make the announcement. "We are ready to begin the fall feast."
"Wonderful! Just wonderful! I see you've all worked hard to prepare this meal for me! For that, I thank you! Now, why don't we all take our seats, so we can enjoy this meal...together?"
"You...you want us to eat with you?" There was certainly enough food available to feed everyone present, but the mayor was genuinely stunned to hear such a suggestion from the giant sorcerer himself.
"No, of course not, but I want you all to sit down so I can properly start my meal. I can't exactly eat comfortably having you all standing there and staring at me like this, now can I?"
The townspeople did not complain as they begrudgingly took their seats around the table. One of the children started crying. Vanus rolled his eyes. They needed to not be so depressed about this. They had been around and dealing with him for so long already, it was a surprise that they could still become this mopey over having to serve him, and it wasn't like he asked often, just once for each season, and also to provide some extra food to keep in his castle, but otherwise he left the people to their own devices. Really, Vanus liked to think of himself as a relatively benevolent ruler. He ripped a leg right off of the first turkey in front of him. Steam billowed off of its perfectly cooked and crispy skin. It looked to be quite delicious, he had to admit that. As he sank his teeth into the flesh, he even broke right through the bone with his jaw, as he was a giant and more than capable of consuming food otherwise inedible to humans. He devoured the entire wing and licked his lips free of the salt and the grease.
"Well? When will I get more? Hurry up and push the food down my way!"
Vanus quickly began eating, and as usual, he ate as if he were a man deprived of food for days on end. He could not have consumed more ravenously, more voraciously, even if he tried. He quickly stopped to undo his robes so that his stomach would be allowed the proper amount of room to g row. It flopped right out on top of his lap, that huge, blubbery ball of pudge, and as he started to gently caress it all over, he let out a satisfactory sigh again. He often sighed to show his complacency with the situation. He had eaten one whole turkey so far, devouring everything including the bones, and now he was about ready to move onto the next course. The townsfolk were disgusted by the man and his continually rampant display of hedonism. If only he could choke on one of those bones, they thought to themselves. It would have been worth celebrating to watch this man die right in front of them. Vanus kept eating. As he gobbled down some biscuits, he briefly looked up and saw that one of the men at the end of the table was glaring at him. Glaring at him with such hatred. Vanus smirked. He waved at the man, who quickly stopped glaring and looked down, like a guilty puppy, at his own lap. Vanus would have laughed if his mouth hadn't been so full. He got something of a twisted kick out of watching them struggle to express their anger, these people.
As he ate more, Vanus could feel those pangs of fullness starting to strike at him from within. He ate three whole turkeys and just as many side-dishes to go along with it, and normally he could eat even more than that, but for some reason he started to get a little tired. His eyelids drooped. The fat giant stopped and released a belch of such strength that it nearly shattered the glass of the windows of surrounding houses. His stomach splayed across his entire lap, like a literal blanket of flab. He had a very flabby figure, not exactly tight or round, and nothing showed that off more than the way his gut sagged like a mound of dough over every bump and crease of his bloated thighs. Vanus pat his stomach some more. He wanted to stay awake and keep eating, but the turkey was getting to him. All of that meat tended to make him sleepy, after all. He paused from munching on some stuffing and yawned. The townsfolk seemed curious to know what was happening.
"Do you have any coffee around here...?"
"Hmm, coffee? Well, I don't think so." the mayor shook his head.
"Then go and make some. Right now. I want to stay awake for this." Vanus grabbed another piece of bread off of the table and downed it.
Of course, to be able to satisfy the thirst of such an enormous being, the mayor and the townsfolk had to prepare an actual barrel filled with coffee. As Vanus gulped it down, his stomach seemed to visibly bulge out further. He was truly pushing the limits of what his gut could handle, but the regular humans could only look on in displeasure and disgust, although there were secret hopes among them that he would end up popping himself because of his excessive gluttony. Still, Vanus managed to keep eating once he had downed his beverage and he felt more awake than ever before. He let out a guffaw, as he knew that this fact was probably very upsetting for the villagers, who had hoped that he would have eaten himself into a stupor sooner rather than later.
"This food is...MMPH...quite good! It seems that you have...MUNCH...put a lot of effort...GULP...into preparing it this time around..."
"Y-You're very welcome!"
"However, I must say, I think you could have made the gravy just a little bit thicker. I like it when it's thick."
"Ah...I see...very sorry...p-please do not be upset..."
"Hmm, I think I'll let it go this time around, but next time, be more diligent."
"Yes! Understood!"
Vanus decided he would cast a little magic on his stomach to help with the digestive process some. While he couldn't necessarily give himself a 'bottomless' tummy, he could at least make some of the digestion easier and thus allow him to eat a little bit more food than usual. As he held a turkey leg in one hand, he used his other fat hand to touch his stomach, upon which he chanted the words that would seep magic into his pores through his fingertips. His whole tummy, the entire thing, began to glow brightly. His stomach began to swell again, which made one of the children cry out in surprise. His gut surged and surged until it spilled over onto the table. Vanus started groaning; he got a bit of a sick pleasure out of it, to be frank. His belly kept pushing outward until it stopped just short of knocking over one of the candles in the center of the table. His gut was so large that it would have probably dragged against the ground if he stood up and tried to waddle right now. He was not in any real shape to be moving around, yet with another wave of his hand he had even more food floated over to his mouth for him to consume. The mayor was speechless. Everyone around him was speechless. How he could keep eating like this, over and over and over again, none of them could understand.
Vanus eventually declared he was done with another harmonious release of air in the form of a happy sigh. As he leaned back into his throne to rub his stomach, Vanus knew that he could not reach all of it with just his two hands alone. His belly was massive and vast, well-fed and pampered throughout years of gluttonous hedonism and lethargy, so he needed the help of others to do it. He commanded some of the healthiest and strongest women present to come over and start to rub his gut down for him. He enjoyed making the women do it. He laughed a little bit at the forlorn expressions of the men, who seemed uncomfortable with it, but since they had no choice lest they lose their souls, they allowed their wives and sisters to get up and place their hands upon the giant's protruding sack of a stomach. They cringed, feeling that warmth radiate underneath their palms, but they knew that there was no choice that they had here. Vanus was completely in control.
"Yes! Make sure to rub harder this time! The last feast, I didn't feel like I got the proper amount of tummy-rubbing either! Don't neglect to cover every single inch of my blubber!"
Vanus grinned to himself as he watched the women work at kneading his gut-dough. It definitely helped with digestion too. He much preferred this act of physical contact over having to rely on magic, as it had so many other suitable benefits to go along with it. Everyone else remained standing there and looking extremely uncomfortable as the women attempted to give the giant a proper tummy-rub. It was hard, reaching at so much fat that seemed to pour everywhere. His gut wobbled to and fro, the flesh undulating like the waves of the ocean, even though it was practically rock-hard just underneath the surface of his gut. Aside from a few biscuits, he had eaten just about everything that the villagers had spent their entire day painstakingly cooking for him.
Vanus let out a happy little sigh, put his large arms around the back of his head, and closed his eyes. He felt like he could take a nap right then and there. This was definitely the life that he liked to lead, and he did not intend for it to stop anytime soon. Giants were not only hardier and stronger than humans, they also lived a much longer lifespan, so even once these people passed away, he would still be here to make their offspring prepare food for him. He would never leave for as long as he could help it.