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"THIS WORLD...IS CORRUPT!!!" shouted Il Palazzo dramatically.

"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!" agreed Excel, dancing wildly with pom-poms "CRAZY CORRUPT,
CRAZY CORRUPT, CORRUPT, CORRUPT, CORRUPT! Aint that right, Hyatt?"

Hyatt coughed up some blood, and fell to the floor.
She weakly reached up with one arm to give a thumbs up.

"Now, Agent Hyatt and Agent Excel, I have an important mission for the two of
you. As you are not doubt aware, one of the greatest threats to this world
is...FAST FOOD."

"FAST FOOD IS THE DEVIL!!!"

"Indeed. These wretched, international corporations poison the ignorant public
by the droves with their greasy, unhealthy rubbish. Therefore, I give you two
the task of putting an end to this horrible industry by--"

"BLOWING THEM UP???" screetched Excel hopefully.

"And how, praytell, would you blow them up?"

"Um...with bombs?"

"Agent Excel, you seem to have forgotten that you've already spent our entire
supply of bombs...wasted them trying to blow up a hole, as I recall."

"Well, that hole was a menace!"

"Yes, but you must understand that you cannot blow up holes. I would have
thought this was common knowledge, but apparently not. Therefore, at the cost
of that little experiment of yours, you'll have to find alternate means of
putting an end to the fast food industry."

"Such as...?"

"Eat all their food."

"...."

"...."

"...all of it?"

"Yes. All of it. That is the only way to be sure. Our agents in the field have
reported to me that the raw supplies of all fast food restaurants come from a
single warehouse in Guatemala. I want you and Agent Hyatt to leave for this
warehouse immediately, and consume all that lies within, crippling the
industry."

"How do we get there?"

"Like this."
Il Palazzo pressed a button on his throne that caused the tiles Excel and Hyat
were standing on to act as catapults, and fling the two agents through the
ceiling and up into the sky.

A few minutes later, they plummeted down into Guatemala, crashing through the
roof of the warehouse. Their fall was broken by a pile of hamburger buns.

"ACROSS sure has some amazing technology, huh, Hyatt?"

There was no response.

"Did you die again, Hyatt?"

An arm spasmed, and ended up holding a sign up in the air with the word 'YES'
on it.

"Ya really need to stop dying all the time, y'know that?"

The other arm spasmed, and ended up holding a sign with the words 'I KNOW' on
it.

"Well, while you work on living again, I'll get started on eating this
food...there sure is a lot of it, huh?"

The warehouse was a mile wide in every direction, and its floor was covered
with all manners of fast food ingredients...buns, patties, pickles, potatoes,
countless vats of grease...Excel smiled. She was usually starving. But with
all this, she may not ever even have to use her Emergency Food Source, Menchi
the Dog.

So, without further adieu, she ran over to the patties and started eating. She
scarfed them down at an ubelievable rate, and then when she reached the floor,
she'd take a few steps over and begin munching a new area.

Now, Excel's body didn't know what to make of this. Usually, all it had to go
on for days at a time was a bag of bread crust. But all of a sudden, it was
getting an unbelievable surplus of food. Therefore, not sure how to react, it
did the only thing it could think of, and that was store it away as fat as
quickly as it could.

So, as she ate, she visibly grew a bit plumper. Of course, she was enjoying
her feast too much to notice. In fact, she'd gotten so involved in her eating
that she didn't even bother ranting. This was an unprecedented event for Excel.

Eventually, the immediate area was devoid of patties, and so she got up to
search for some more food to eat. As she rose up, though, she found that she
weighed a bit more than usual.

"WHAT THE CRAP?"
She had fattened up to 300 pounds.

"What is all this stuff?" she asked, poking her flabby belly cautiously. She'd
never gotten the chance to gain weight before.

"Hmmm..." she rubbed herself experimentally. Her whole body was covered in a
strange layer of this 'fat' stuff...not only her stomache, but also her
breasts, butt, and thighs, and the rest of her to a lesser degree, had grown.

She shrugged.
"Ah, this stuff aint so bad. A SMALL PRICE TO PAY TO GET TO FINALLY EAT, AND
FULFILL THE WILL OF MY LOVE AT THE SAME TIME! FOR THE GLORY OF ACROSS!"

She then began running at top-speed, albeit a bit unsteadier than usual,
grabbing all kinds of edible things as she went. With each gulp, and each
step, she seemed to gain another pound. Her mad dash across the warehouse
became more and more unsteady, until eventually, her belly reached the ground,
and she ended up falling over.

She ended up lying on her back, her blubber spreading across the floor around
her. She blinked a few times.

"Wow. I feel heavier. Ah, well. NOTHING CAN STAND IN THE WAY OF MY GLORIOUS
FEAST!"

She reached over with one of her arms, which was now draped in fat, and picked
up a grain of rice, and swallowed it.

This was enough to push her already impossibly strained uniform over the edge,
and it burst apart into ribbons.

"Wow. I feel naked. Ah, well." She tried a few times, futilely, to get up but
that clearly wasn't going to happen. She strained to turn her head to the
side, and looked around. She noticed that the warehouse was built at a slight
slant, and that it slowly lowered as it got nearer to the center.

And then, in the seemingly empty void of her mind, both of her brain cells
happened to collide, and a thought was sparked.

Using all the energy she had, she rolled herself over, and then gravity did
the rest, as she rocketed faster and faster downwards. Eventually, she came to
an exceptionally tall pile of food, and she ended up ramping upwards, and sent
into the air. However, as is so often the case with people who weigh almost a
ton, she began to fall, and ended up landing with a splash in one of the
massive, pool-sized vats of grease.

She bobbed up and down in it like a large, flesh-colored buoy, before she
decided to make use of the situation. She lowered her plump face into the
grease, and started drinking.

More and more of it was gulped down, and the less grease there was in the vat,
the more Excel there was. But, however many gallons of grease were swallowed,
its level never lowered, as the growing mass of Excel displaced it.
Eventually, her body ended up filling the entire vat, leaving no grease left
except for a reservoir of it in her vast cleavage. This reservoir didn't last
long, however, as Excel soon slurped it up greedily.

Now once again out of accessible food, Excel realized that she was wedged
very, very tightly in the vat. Her face, arms (which now looked like wings due
to all the fat hanging from them), massive, waterbed-like breasts, and several
of the many, many rolls of fat on her back were all that was visible, as the rest of her was constrained to the vat.

She was unable to move her head due to all the fat accumulated around her
neck, but her mouth was eternal, and so she was still able to screetch.

"HYATT!!! Are you done being dead yet? I need your help!"

After a minute or two, Hyatt could be seen dragging herself towards her
gigantic partner.

"Yes, Agent Excel?"

"Would you mind tossing me some more food?"

"Certainly."

Hyatt reached over for a chicken nugget, and tossed it weakly towards Excel.
Excel quickly swallowed it, and smiled.

"Keep it coming, Hyatt!"

Eventually Excel's body became too big for the vat, and it ended up cracking
apart, and the shock sent her corpulent form quaking wildly.

The cracking of the vat, however, ended up causing something a chain reaction,
and soon the entire warehouse began shaking wildly, and soon all of the food
began tumbling towards the fissure Excel casued, burying the two ACROSS agents.

Excel giggled happily, as then began eating and growing her way to freedom.
She didn't even have to use her arms, as each bit of food she ate was soon
replaced by another bit of food higher in the pile.

Hyatt, meanwhile, was tucked safely bewteen Excel's soft, warm, and absolutely
immense breasts.

Fatter and fatter Excel grew, until finally, all the food had gone down her
gullet, and her now mile-wide-in-every-direction-body was squeezing againt the
walls of the mile-wide-in-every-direction-building.

Yes, all was consumed except for the contents of a single pepper shaker, which
lay in the are where she would normally have a left shoulder, but where there
was now just more shapeless flab. She tried to reach for it with her arms, but
each one of them was weighed down by around three tons of blubber each. She
couldn't even move her fingers anymore, as they had grown too thick with fat.

Soon, Excel started once again to cry for Hyatt's help, and the ranting caused
enough shaking throughout Excel's ridiculous ammounts of obesity to dislodge
Hyatt from between her breasts, and Excel's now utterly dwarfed partner slowly
began the trek up Excel's body. It was actually fairly easy, as Excel's
seemingly infinite supply of love handles could be used like a ladder.
Eventually, Hyatt came to the shoulder area, and dislodged the shaker from the
blubber it was slowly sinking into.

"GOOD JOB, HYATT! NOW, BRING IT OVER!"

Hyatt clumsily made her way over to Excel's face, but when she was almost
halfway there, she tripped, and the shaker was sent hurtling through the air.

"OH, NO!" shouted Excel melodramatically.

The shaker scattered pepper everywhere as it spun through the air, and much of
it ended up being sniffed up by Excel.

You can probably guess what comes next.

Excel felt the urge to sneeze.

"Ah...AH...AHHHHHHH...." her body quivered "...CHOOOO!!!!"

The sneeze was absolutely incredible, the strongest one ever, and it jolted
Excel greatly, triggering a thirty foot tall wall of fat to surge across her
field of corpulence. As it sped outwards in every direction, from ground zero,
it picked up momentum, and grew even taller and more powerful. Finally, when
it reached the walls and the floor of the entirely filled warehouse, the wave
had all the force of Excel's innumerable tons behind it, and the shockwave
that the wave caused was enough to completely obliterate the warehouse,
opening the area up to the jungles outside. Now, no longer confined to a
single mile, Excel's adiposity was free to spread out, and as it finished
cascaded through the wildernes, she ended up filling a little over two miles
in every direction.

"Well, that's the last of it!" said Excel proudly "We managed to finish up
everything edible in the warehouse, and knock down what was left! For once, a
mission worked out!"

"But, Agent Excel..." asked Hyatt meekly, trying to stagger to her feet after
being flung sky-high into the air by Excel's tsunami of flab, and landing
somwhere around her mountain of a belly "...how are we going to return to
base?"

Excel thought about this for awhile. She then tried, experimentally, to move
her legs, but that proved to be impossible.

"Well, damn."

--Mission....Accomplished. Return, Though....Uncertain--