mirrors: deviantART, Archive of Our Own
(cw// weight gain, immobility, some belches, some very mild slob)
You'd never find Rotfjord on a map. It's a small blip on the map wedged between its Nordic brethren, a “country of rot” that nobody would spare a mention of beyond urban legend and paranormal mysticism. More burial site than civilisation, you'll find ten gravesites before you find any sort of residence. To the poor souls who do live there, that paranoia about what might go bump in the night is enough to keep people indoors, which makes it all the more bizarre when people are up past midnight.
A clatter of lock and chain falling onto the ground rings through a local town. Hushed shushes escape the lips of the teenage posse responsible, a trio of reckless hooligans stepping inside an abandoned restaurant in the middle of the night. Beams of light from their phone's cameras trail across the dusty interior, cobwebs littering every corner of what used to be an ordinary fast-food establishment. The group settle in a booth furthest inside the building, away from the windows in which they can hide out for the night, backpacks open on the table with their contents scattered.
“Soooo...” the group's leader, a teenage boy in a black jumpsuit, speaks up with a distinctly smug tone to their voice. “...wicked, right?”
“I guess.” a girl in the group replies, more focused on their phone than the rest of the group. “It's certainly a gnarly place to bunk, considering someone died here.”
One of the other teenage boys nearly spits out his drink, looking to the girl with wide eyes. “You serious? We ain't sitting in the seat of a dead guy, are we?!”
“Fuck no, dumbass!” the leader snickered, causing the boy to breathe a sigh of relief. “...they keep the bodies in the meat locker, duh.”
The girl snickers, the boy gasped. “Really?” he looked at the two for confirmation, but neither of them were giving him it. “Can we go check?”
“You seriously want to go see a dead guy?” the girl raises an eyebrow, projecting her morbid curiosity onto the boy. He quickly gets bashful, but she flashes him a smile. “Fuck it, let's go check.”
“Alright, alright.” the leader spoke up, getting up from the booth. The other two soon shortly followed, as the trio made their way to the back of the restaurant, vaulting over the cashier's desk and walking into the kitchen behind.
There stood, at the back of the kitchen, a large metallic door. A single square window and a busted safety hatch. Despite the freezer having had no power for years, the group still felt a shiver up their spine. Alas, the leader maintained composure, slowly prying the door open. “C'mon guys, it's a dead guy.” he pointed out. “What's the worst he's gonna do?”
...a low growl could be heard behind the group. Shivers ran up the teenagers' spines, as they slowly peered behind themselves. Having clamoured over the desk shortly behind them was a figure, significantly taller than them. Their hair a state, and their hand outstretched as they shambled towards them. Their skin had greened, almost as if the figure was...
“I-IT'S THE GUY...! HE'S BACK TO COME KILL US!!” squealed the lesser teenage boy, as he quickly darted for the fire exit, adrenaline enough to allow him to shoulder barge the door open. The other two teenagers were frozen, looking up at the zombie as it continued to shamble towards them. The zombie soon began to bare teeth, revealing a row of sharp, crooked teeth, drool pooling from the roof of their mouth. It was enough to get the two teenagers to say “fuck that”, quickly scampering out of the building after the other, far more cowardly teenager.
“...”
“pff— that NEVER gets old.” the figure runs their hand through their hair, pushing it up out of her eyes— or rather, eye. Yes, she was in fact a zombie, but was mostly playing up the hungry, brainless façade just to get those kids to scamper off. For a zombie, she was in pretty good condition: fair greenish-blue skin, dark green messy hair, and a shapely build. The only signs of zombie deterioration was a missing eye and splatters of blood on her cheek, though maybe her tacky attire could clue that in too: a denim jacket, striped tube top that barely fit around her chest, and ripped black jeans aren't necessarily an intentional fashion statement.
She, Nekrasa, looks at the fire exit door the teenagers just ran out from, putting her hands in her pockets. “Fucking freeloaders, good riddance.” she spat. Nekrasa had no real patience for the living: as a zombie, living folk have the tendency to stomp all over her graves, or loiter in cemeteries disturbing the dead, so she never really felt the need to respect them. However she did always get a kick out of scaring them.
Her head then turned to the meat locker they had opened up, prior to her scaring them off. The door still open from one of their backpacks holding it in place, she gazed inside. The walk-in freezer was littered with boxes upon boxes of processed meats, yet to be cooked and abandoned by the restaurant's staff when it shut down. She pondered out loud, “...man, am I pathetic enough to eat out of a restaurant freezer?”
uUUoOOoOOoorrrggglll...~
The growl from her stomach made the decision for her, reverberating in and out of the freezer. Nekrasa let out a sigh, patting her flat belly. “Fine, freezer grub it is. I'll grab a few patties then fuck off.” She rolled her eyes— well, eye— and took a few steps inside. “Cassie's gonna wonder where I've gone, but she knows best that grub comes first.” Nekrasa loomed over a box of raw patties, a zombie like her having a penchant for raw meat. She plunged her hand into the box and pulled out a stack of three burgers, and rather shamelessly pushed them into her mouth, gnawing on them with her sharp teeth. Zombies are far too used to meat, but processed, extra fatty fast-food meat? That's a whole new story.
“Mmmfhh...~ fuck, that's... mmh...~ good grub...” dribbles of burger sweat and red fluid trickle down her bottom lip, which she quickly wipes away. Nekrasa is already entranced with this abandoned haul of fast-food goodness, and can't say no to another serving. She quickly runs both hands now into the box, pulling out more stacks of patties which she shamelessly stuffs into her mouth. “Uummfhhh...~ yeah...~”
Three patties became six. Then six patties became twelve. Not thinking about it too hard, Nekrasa was picking out meat discs from the burger box like picking chips out of a chip bag. Stuffing them down her gullet, they accumulated pretty quickly in her stomach, bulging it outwards slowly, starting as a bump on her figure before turning into a round belly, almost like carrying a six-month old baby. She reached into the box for another patty, her fingers brushing against the bottom of the box.
“Mmhh... huh?” snapping out of her trance-like state, Nekrasa looks to see she's emptied the box now, no sign of the patties aside from her bulging gut, which was tightly straining her pants' flyer. “Oh, huh.” she licked the grease of her fingers. “Dang, got carried away, didn't even realise I gobbled up the whole box. That's probably good for now, I—”
thump!
creaaaaaaaak...
“...oh shit!” her head perked up, and looked to the door. The backpack holding the freezer door in place had slowly slid from front of it, as the door slowly began to swing shut. Nekrasa shambled towards the door, but adjusting for a newly stuffed belly full of burger patties was enough to slow her down. THUD. The door slammed shut in front of her.
“Shit, shit, shit!” she tried pushing against the door to no avail, it had locked in place. She looked down— past the gut that hid her feet— for the safety latch, but that was long gone at this point. “No no no, FUCK!” Nekrasa slammed her fist against the door. “HEY! Get me out of here!”
“...”
No response. Of course there was none, this place was abandoned, it was the middle of the night, and she had scared off the only other souls that've entered this building in the past year. She let out a huff, taking a step back to put her hands on her hips as she surveyed the door. No real way out of here. Cassie could come rescue her, her ghostly best friend who could phase through walls as any ghost could, but as far as the ghost girl knew, Nekrasa had gone out on a nightly walk. Whose to say she's going to be able to find Nekrasa in this restaurant neither of them had been to before?
This wasn't a dreadful feeling. Zombies are pretty used to being in confined spaces doing nothing for hours on end, but it wasn't exactly ideal. A muttered “damn it” under her breath, Nekrasa paced around the room for a couple of minutes, trying to think of a way out. There were no other openings aside from this door, and the door wouldn't budge. No pushing, no kicks, no nothing dared pry the door open. Calling for help was useless. Maybe Cassie WOULD find her in due time, but it's uncertain how long it'll take. Such stress sitting here thinking about ways to get out...
ooUUuUUuUuUUUrggglll...~~
...there's no point making decisions on an empty stomach. A reminder from Nekrasa's tummy echoed against the walk-in freezer walls, a growl despite having just been fed, and having the plumpness to prove it. “Man, all this thinking's got me hungry...” she huffed, giving a callous scratch to her ass as her gaze returned to the series of boxes strewn about the room, still packed to the brim with fast-food goodness. “...well, if I'm gonna be stuck here for a while, at least I got snacks to keep me company.”
She steps in front of a row of boxes, all of which full to the brim with battered chicken. Another, shorter growl left Nekrasa's tummy, as if her stomach was a hungry animal satisfied with what they're being presented with. Nekrasa scoffed, plunging her hand into the box of battered goodness, pulling out a handful of nuggets. “...I got nothing better to do.” with a shrug of her shoulders, she tossed the nuggets into her mouth.
Once again, it was love at first bite. The nuggets, despite their thawed, uncooked state, proved rather favourable to the zombie girl. She continued to munch away at the chicken, tossing more nuggets and later tenders and fillets into her maw. “Mmmhuuurrrfff...~” gobbling them up, soon enough her belly continued to grow from her continued gluttony, pushing tightly against the button on her pants. The high-calorie fast-food goodness was certainly making a dent on her figure, her thighs beginning to grow fuller to support her growing weight. Her breasts too seemed a tad heftier, more cleavage exposed from her already revealing tube-top.
Much like the patties before it, the box was emptied rather quickly— correction, TWO boxes. Nekrasa turned around and leaned back against the boxes, her now person-sized belly slowly pushing in and outwards with her laboured breaths. “Hooughhh...~” her hands hastily ran down her tummy, trying to reach past and clench at the button of her pants. It was a struggle, arms squished against her bloated midriff, but soon enough her fingers hooked around the button, pulling it off as the full extent of her stuffed tummy rolled out from her clothes. A large, gurgling mass of teal that let out bubbling growling noises, like a furnace churning away fuel.
“BWUUUOOOoOOOOOooOOrrrppp...!!~” unable to hold it back any longer, a build-up of gas rose up Nekrasa's throat and out her mouth, a raunchy belch filling the air. She breathed a sigh of relief, one arm rested behind her while her other fist beat at her chest, letting out exhausted breaths. “MAN, I dunno why, but this stuff's hella addicting...” she pointed out, hand caressing the top half of her belly, as she looked on with a bit of shame. “...man, I'm stuffed. I gotta chill out on the food, I'm starting to look like a pig here...”
But silence soon followed that train of thought. Yes, she feared for her weight, but ultimately eating was the ONLY thing she could do in this damn freezer! Boredom immediately set in mere seconds after that last sentence, her brow furrowing as she gripped at the underside of her belly, heaving it up to make walking easier.
“...damn it, dude.” she cursed to no one in particular, “The hell am I gonna do...”
The plump Nekrasa wandered around the freezer aimlessly for a minute, belly still in her hands. Each of her steps were far more laborious than before, granted now she was supporting all this extra heft, sweat running down her forehead. Her gaze inevitably turned to the other boxes of meat still left in the room. She really shouldn't. She should watch her figure. But damn, boredom was inspiring hunger in her, and—
GGUUUUuuUUUuUUUuUUUURGGGLLLLEEEEEEE...!!!~~~
—her stomach gave her no choice in the matter, growling the loudest growl it's ever mustered. Succumbing to her urges, Nekrasa shambled towards one of the crates of meat, leaning forward on her belly as she began digging through it to stuff more patties into her mouth. She cared little about savouring the taste, just an overwhelming urge to eat and fill the dead air. The taste was merely an addon, an addon that only hooked her more. “MRGHGHFF...~ FUCK...!” she cursed to herself, stuffing more and more into her mouth. “So... fucking... BORED... must... EAT...”
Her stomach grew underneath her, spreading out more and more like a gelatinous mass of fat and blubber. Her jeans slid down her widening hips, exposing her ass like cleavage behind her, glistening with sweat. Her bosom only got wider to compensate, and her arms chunkier. Nekrasa didn't at all care, so consumed by the urge to just eat, that she cared little for appearance— head plunged into the crate, she ate out of it like the pig she feared she already was.
Once that crate was emptied, the overweight zombie sloooowly heaved herself onto her feet, a thunderous THUD!! shaking all the boxes in the room once she stood. Arms outstretched to her sides due to her increasing width, she looked around like a predator looking for more prey, scanning the room for more boxes. Once a particularly tasty batch caught her eye, the butterball braineater awkwardly waddled towards it, snatching the box in her hands and lifting it over her head with pure fatty strength, emptying its contents directly into her mouth. “Aahhh...~ mMRGHhhnnhhfff…~”
In an instant, more loads of meat lost to the zombie. The bottom of her belly dragged along the ground, blatantly exposed no longer fitting within her clothes at all. Her entire body shone with sweat running down her every inch, her mouth dripping with meaty juice and a bit of drool. She awkwardly shambled around like— well— a zombie. She continued her routine of picking up boxes and emptying them into her mouth, more and more pounds of pure fat piled onto the zombie's ever-growing body. All in the name of just filling her endless hunger, and curing her of the boredom of being locked in a freezer. More food. More waddling. More food. Her top stretched thin over her breasts, her panties exposed from her pants barely clutching onto her thunderous thighs. Her cheeks chubby, her speech slurred. She continued consuming and consuming...
...Nekrasa's ass plomped down on the floor, her feet no longer able to hold her weight. She sat there, an immobile blob of undead fat having done nothing but empty this freezer of all its remaining food. Any sort of shame and embarrassment couldn't come to her now, her mind clouded by thoughts of gobbling up more food, which she'd do if she wasn't immobilised by her own huge, blubbery body. “gGWWUuUUUuUuUUuoooorrrrppp...!!~~” the loudest belch left her mouth, rattling the room and its contents. No words to justify her gluttonous binge. She breathed heavy breaths. She could rest here. She could stay here for as long as...
“Nekrasa...!?”
A familiar voice to the zombie suddenly snapped her out of her trance, her half-lidded gaze turned to wide-eyed glee. That meek, timid voice belonged to Cassie! Her ghostly best friend had finally come to save her, but where exactly was she? Nekrasa finally started to pay attention her surroundings, though said surroundings consisted of nothing but zombie blabber and stretched fabric.
“C-Cass...? uUOoOoOOrrpp...!” the zombie spoke between exhausted breaths and gassy burps. “Oooough, where are you...?”
“R-right... right in front of you...!” the ghost replied, though Nekrasa couldn't see Cassie in this moment. Needing to get in view of the zombie, Cassie hovered up and over Nekrasa's bloated form, making her presence known. She looked up at the ghost, that familiar sorrowed face with light blue skin and whispy white hair.
“There you are...! I thought I was gonna be trapped in here...”
“You-... you... kind of are?” Cassie couldn't help but crack somewhat of a joke, but even behind her half-smile she clearly showed a bit of concern for Nekrasa and her heavier form. The ghost hovered down, hands caressing Nekrasa's mountainous stomach. “Wh-what... what happened to you?”
“Mmrghhh...?” it became a bit clearer to Nekrasa now that she had CERTAINLY gone overboard, the full extent of her gluttonous binge clear to her once she realised she can't get her feet on the ground— helpless legs kicking around uselessly. “Ooghh... shit, g-guess I got carried away, huh? GWOuUURrpp…!”
Cassie eyed Nekrasa up and down, hand still rubbing her belly. The ghost immediately realised she had been rubbing Nekrasa's tummy for an uncomfortable amount of time, face flushing blue as she pulled her hand away. “U-uhmmm, I guess you could... you could say that...?” she didn't really buy Nekrasa's 'reason', if you could call it that, for stuffing herself silly. “D-dunno how we're gonna roll you out of here... or where we're gonna put you...”
“Hey, don't blame me.” Nekrasa tried to play it off cool, a fanged snarl coming from the zombie as her top half settled into her fat body, arms resting upon her blobby form. “You try being trapped in a room for hours surrounded by delicious food.”
“...hours...?” Cassie tilted her head.
“Yeah?”
“...you were... only gone for like, ONE hour.”
“...huh?”
“Yeah, it's only 1am...”
“You serious?”
“...yeah.”
“...” Nekrasa's cheeks flushed red with what minimal blood was still pumping in her system. Turns out, she really was a pig.