Gogo Goes Slob (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Gogo (Big Hero 6) Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting)

This is a story for an anonymous commissioner about what happens when  the tomboy of Big Hero Six gets a dose of a new energy supplement by  Honey Lemon and is forced to go through some unruly changes. I wrote this story several years back and it's noteworthy for being my first commissioned fan fiction story.

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   Alone in the lab, Honey  Lemon was adorned in her white lab coat, with a pink hairband holding  back her hair, as she busied herself with her latest experiment. Moving  about the various beakers of strange liquids, she gracefully, stirred  and mixed chemicals, an excited smile on her face the entire time. For  her efforts, she was rewarded with a bottle, of smoking green goop, her  eyes lighting up at the sight of weeks of hard work paying off.

   Honey’s  moment of triumph was shortened as the door to the lab slid open for  Gogo. Gogo was dressed in her typical bike pants, white shirt, and black  jacket, the gloves on her hands leftover from the motorcycle ride over.  Nonchalantly, walking into the lab, Gogo popped one last bubble of her  gum before spitting it in the trash.

   “Hey Gogo,” Honey called out, keeping one eye on her mixture as she poured it into a bottle.

   "Hey,” Gogo replied, pulling off her gloves and taking the nearest free chair. “Where are the guys?”

   “Oh, they went off on a weekend camping trip. Funny thing is, they left all their food here.”

   “Hope they know how to scavenge and hunt then,” Gogo said. “So why didn’t you go with them?”

   “I was busy finishing this,” Honey Lemon said, proudly, presenting the bottle.

   “What is it?”

   “It’s a mixture of vitamins, protein, fiber, and a few other  ingredients cooked to perfection. If my notes are correct, this  concoction should boost overall muscle mass, strength, and regain any  vitality lost after an arduous activity.”

   “So, like an energy drink?” Gogo asked, her interest in Honey’s work  getting her out of the chair to examine the mystery liquid.

   “Well,  yes and no,” Honey replied, leaving the bottle on the table as she  started cleaning up her work area. “It has the potential to greatly,  increase a person’s physical prowess. If I get it right, one sip and  you’ll have muscles bigger than Wasabi.”

   “You don’t say,” Gogo said, picking up the bottle.

   “That’s mostly guess work right now though. I still need to perform  some tests. The mixture is far off from being safe for human consump-“

   Honey  Lemon’s eyes grew wide as she watched Gogo take a giant gulp of her  concoction. Wiping a stray drop from her lips, Gogo put the bottle back  on the table to address her awestruck friend. “The flavor could use a  bit of work.” Holding up her hand to her mouth, Gogo stifled a burp. “It  doesn’t feel great going down either.”

   Pulling out a notepad, Honey started walking around Gogo, looking for  any signs of change. “Are you alright? Do you feel any stronger?”

   “No just UURRP a little gassy.” A low growl, emanating from Gogo’s stomach made her rub her stomach. “And a little hungry.”

   Honey  let out a sigh of both relief and disappointment. “I guess that’s for  the best. Though, to be safe, I advise you stay in the lab for  monitoring.”

   “That’s fine,” Gogo said, helping herself to one of the bag of chips from the group snack stash. Popping  the bag open, she shoveled out a handful of chips to sate her appetite.  “Let me know if I start growing a third arm or something.”

   “Will do,” Honey replied, taking the bottle back to her work desk.

   Taking  constant glances between the bottle and Gogo munching on chips, Honey  tried her best to think why her concoction hadn’t worked. Everything in  her research pointed towards an increase in muscle mass, but both  fortunately and unfortunately, Gogo hadn’t grown any bigger. At a loss,  Honey picked up the half-empty bottle and went to store it in the  fridge.

   “Hey while you’re there, can you grab me a snack?” Gogo asked.

   “What about your chips?”

   Gogo answered by tossing the empty bag into a nearby trash can. “So what do we have? You said the guys left their food behind.”

   Opening  up the fridge, Honey pushed aside a few food containers to squeeze in  her bottle. “Well there’s plenty to choose from, although nothing even  remotely, healthy. Come over here and take a look.”

   Wiping  crumbs off her hands and shirt, Gogo strolled up to the fridge and  peeked her head inside. Moving out of the way, Honey accidentally,  brushed up against her teammate, swearing that she felt a bit of padding  around Gogo’s usually, thin waist. Doing a second take, Honey watched  Gogo mull over her options, a newly, pudgy stomach pressing up against  her shirt. Before Honey, could get a better look, Gogo slammed the  fridge door and held out a plastic container of kidney beans and rice,  seasoned with a variety of spices.

   “I  didn’t think you liked Fred’s beans,” Honey said, unwilling to rudely,  point out friend’s weight gain, as Gogo put the bowl in the microwave.

   “I  don’t, but for some reason I’m craving the stuff.” With a ding, the  supercharged microwave finished its job and Gogo retrieved the bowl,  along with a spoon from the drawer. “In any case, if it’ll fill my  stomach then I’ll try it.”

   Before Honey  could inquire more about her strange habits, Gogo took the initiative in  quieting her belly by swallowing a spoonful of beans. It took a moment  before Gogo let the food past her mouth, letting her tongue grow used to  the taste before going in for another helping. As Gogo ate, Honey  stared in silence as she watched her friend’s stomach jiggle and shake.  After a few bites, the skin around Gogo’s waist, peeked out from  underneath her shirt, one more mouthful bringing her paunch oozing over  her pants.

   “Gogo stop!” Honey called out, just as one more helping of beans spilled Gogo’s stomach between her thighs.

   “What did you want some too?” Gogo asked offering Honey the spoon.

   “No! Look at yourself!”

   Lowering her spoon, Gogo did as her friend said and instantly,  regretted it. Dropping the container on the floor, she poked at her  newfound flab, trying to comprehend what had happened to her. “What  the-AGH,” she spat out, clutching her mid-section as she doubled over in  pain.

   “Oh my gosh, Gogo are you okay?” Honey called out, holding onto her friend to try and keep her steady.

   “No I-OOOOOHHH.”

   An  unpleasant gurgling sound came from Gogo’s stomach, as she staggered  away from Honey. Holding out her hand to keep Honey away, Gogo spread  her legs and all at once relieved her pain in the form of a fart, the  force splitting a tear in her pants. While, both she and Honey, covered  their noses to avoid the rancid smell, they both still had their eyes  trained on the fat sticking out around Gogo’s waist.

   “I  guess my mixture wasn’t a complete dud,” Honey said, trying to remain  optimistic as she coughed her lungs out to get the rancid air out of her  system.

   “What’s happening to me?” Gogo asked, another puff of gas exiting through the rip in her pants.

   “If  I had to guess, my experiment took effect, although in a way I didn’t  expect.” Reaching into her coat, Honey pulled out her notepad and  started to write things down. “To be honest, I’m not entirely, sure how  this will affect you. However, from what I’ve observed it’s safe to say  that your body will become fatter and gassier over time.”

   “WhaUUUURRRP?” Gogo belched.

   “Don’t worry, it won’t be instant. I also believe that growth will only occur if you consume food.”

   “Oh that’s…good,” Gogo warily, replied, the churning sound of her intestines giving away to another growl of hunger.

   “Something like this should be easy enough to fix,” Honey said,  storing her notepad and grabbing her keys. “I just need to go out to get  the right supplies.”

   “What am I supposed to do?”

   “In  the meantime, stay in the lab and whatever you do don’t eat anything,”  Honey said, rushing out of the sliding door just as it opened.

   Left  alone in the lab, Gogo sat down in a chair and tried to calm herself  down. She found the task harder than expected, as she was constantly,  pained by the moans and groans of her own bloated body. Poking at the  doughy flesh, she couldn’t believe just how much she had grown only  after a few bites. Looking at the source of her weight, she was amazed  to see the container had miraculously, fallen upright, leaving the beans  mostly, unscathed. Plagued by the constant hunger in her stomach, her  eyes kept going back to the container, wondering if it would hurt just  to finish her bowl.

   Retrieving  another spoon from the drawer, Gogo picked up the container and sat  back down. Filling her spoon not even halfway, Gogo lifted it up to her  mouth and swallowed, watching as an extra layer of fat was padded onto  her body. As much as the encroaching fat made her want to toss away the  beans, her ravenous stomach, forced her to take in another bite. At a  steady pace, Gogo continued to eat her meal, her belly, along with her  body, thickening up with each helping. As the last spoonful passed her  lips, Gogo could see that she had grown another 25 pounds at least and  yet still felt just as hungry.

   Pushing away  the empty container, Gogo stood up and pulled off her jacket, her  swelling torso turning the once loose garment into a strait jacket.  Pressing against her stomach, Gogo tried to silence the endless hunger,  cringing at the feeling of her added mass. The attempt only succeeded in  forcing out another fart, from what was becoming a chunky rear, whose  flesh poked out from another rip in her pants. The smell brought her  into a coughing fit, making her lumber out of the chair and move about  the lab to get away from the lingering cloud. Swinging her widened hips  back and forth, Gogo accidentally, stumbled into the fridge, her belly  reminding her how much food was still contained within.

   Opening  up the fridge just a little bit, tempted Gogo with the multiple meals  that were just a short microwave trip away from being ready to eat.  Feeling her mouth start to water, Gogo slammed the door shut and walked  as fast her chubby thighs could carry her to the other side of the room.  Hoping to get her mind off of her hunger, she tried to pull out a stick  of gum, not realizing that her plumped up fingers had no chance of  fitting in her strained pockets. Heaving and jerking around in an  attempt to let her mouth chew on something, Gogo formed even more tears  in her clothing and stunk up the lab with a seemingly, endless supply of  flatulence. All the while, her stomach groaned, pushing her ever closer  to the fridge. At the end of her wits, Gogo resigned herself to opening  up the fridge again and grabbing every container she could find.  Sticking a dozen burritos in the microwave, she kept telling herself she  would only keep eating until the pain went away.

   With  a ding that she both dreaded and rejoiced at, Gogo opened up the  microwave and wasted no time shoving the first burrito into her mouth.  The taste of the meat, beans, and cheese, were almost enough to make her  ignore the thought of how much worse her gas would become afterwards.  Only stopping to lick her fingers clean, Gogo moved onto the next  burrito and the next, each time feeling her clothes get a little  tighter. Burrito number twelve gave the last bit of flab needed for her  thighs to burst out of her pants, her sought after gum pack, being  tossed across the room from the force.  Her wobbling ass was left almost bare, save for a set of panties reeking of her colon and wedged deep within her butt crack.

   Taking  out a freshly, heated plate of hotdogs, Gogo doused them in ketchup and  mustard, ignoring the unruly sounds coming from her rear as her  previous meal digested. Sloppily, taking in half a hotdog in one bite,  it dripped onto her growing shelf of a stomach, with even more  splattering her shirt when a wayward belch sent specks of meat flying.  Her drooping belly, covered up her lower half just in time, as her  panties finally, snapped off, leaving a ripple effect in her butt fat.  The still jiggling ass cheeks, shook even harder, with a sound like  creaking wood spurting out from between them. To Gogo’s relief, by the  time she finished the last hotdog, her nose had become numb to the  smell, allowing her to focus on the scent of her next meal.

   Pulling  out a plate of greasy burgers, Gogo’s need to eat, was momentarily, put  on hold to deal with what remained of her t-shirt, still tightly,  clinging to her torso. After a lot of squeezing and pulling, Gogo threw  aside the pieces of ruined fabric, unable to count the numerous holes  torn in it. Reaching back as far as her chubby arms allowed, she  unhooked her bra and her breasts sprung outward, happy to be free of  their constrained prison. Blowing a stray hair out of her face, Gogo  stared down at her engorged bust, at a glance estimating them each at  around an F-cup in size. While her chest was big, it was still the  smallest part of her body, her overall appearance, having taken on a  pear-like shape.

   With her fat free from any  constraints, Gogo plopped her chunky rear down on two lab chairs and  continued her war of attrition with hunger. The burgers went down her  throat just as quickly as her last portions, her body taking the raw fat  and distributing it throughout her body. A loud burp, shook her flab,  jiggling through another session with the microwave to set up her next  few meals. Gogo went through mini-pizzas, finger sandwiches, chicken  wings, and other plates that could have made full meals for a group of  three guys, each time hoping that her stomach would settle down.  However, all her feeding seemed to do was proportionally, increase her  gas production alongside her weight, belching and farting between almost  every bite.

   Gogo finished her fridge raid  with a container of chili, her need to eat having gotten so bad, that  she hadn’t bothered to look for utensils. Scooping the beans and meat  into her mouth, she tried to ignore the sauce dripping down her bare  body, seeping into her fat folds. Even with her pudgy fingers aiding her  feast, it wasn’t near fast enough for her ravenous stomach’s liking.  Tilting the bowl up to her mouth, Gogo slurped down the chili, part of  it spilling out of the sides of her mouth, and trickling down her three  chins, creating a river that pooled on the floor below.

   As  Gogo shoved her tongue inside the bowl to lick up the remaining drops,  she heard a loud creaking noise coming from beneath her rear. Thinking  it was just another fart, she continued her clean up job, until she felt  the chairs underneath give way. Gogo fell to the floor with a loud  crash, her padded butt providing a soft cushion as she landed among the  debris of the broken chairs. Mesmerized by the way her body still shook  from the impact, Gogo couldn’t help herself from groping her chili,  soaked mid-section, not caring about the horrid gas bubble she pushed  out in the process. The sensation was a strange, yet satisfying one,  that made Gogo wonder just how much bigger she would get before she was  satisfied.

   Peeking into the fridge, Gogo  wasn’t surprised to find that in her gluttony, she had demolished the  camping supplies, only leaving behind a few drinks and the bottle that  put her in this state. Remembering the team’s snack stash on the other  side of the room, she attempted to stand up, only to come tumbling back  down, under the weight of her own bottom. She tried and tried again, to  get herself upright, but the best she could manage was a few seconds on  her feet before she had to get back on the ground, unused to carrying so  much weight.

   With a  growling belly to fill, Gogo swallowed her pride and got on her hands  and knees and raised her rear into the air. At a slow crawl, she made  her way towards the stash, dragging her belly along the ground, and  leaving behind a trail of crumbs and sauce. By the time she arrived at  the cupboard across the lab, she already felt out of breath, feeling  like she had earned the binge session she was about to partake in. Lying  on her back, Gogo took a moment to rest, wiping a stray bead of sweat  from her hair and watching her flabby belly rise up and down. Finally,  regaining enough energy to sit up, she leaned to one side to let out a  fart, further embedding the smell into the lab.

   Before  she could be struck with another hunger pain, Gogo swung open the door  and started grabbing at whatever snacks she could find. Ripping open  wrappers and bags, she stuffed her mouth with various chips, snack  cakes, and candies, making a mental note to pay back her teammates after  this was over, hopefully by then back to her normal self. So enamored  with her new source of sustenance, she didn’t hear the lab door slide  open over the sound of one of her burps. Through the door stepped in  Honey Lemon, carrying with her a bag of supplies and a look of shock.

   “What  happened here?” Honey asked, head swiveling back and forth between the  pile of empty food containers on the ground, the trail of chili, and  Gogo herself.

   Swallowing a mouthful of  cream-stuffed cakes, Gogo turned towards her teammate. “Hey, I just  BWWWOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRP got a little snack,” she said, trying to laugh it  off.

   “A little?” Honey asked, putting down  her bag and walking up to her friend. “You’ve eaten almost everything in  the lab. If I had to guess, you have to weigh four, no, five hundred  pounds.”

   “Really?” Gogo asked, putting aside her snack bag to prod at her belly. “I mean I can’t have-“

   Gogo  paused, as an uncomfortable gurgling sound came from her lower  intestines. Not having to think long about what was coming, Honey  wisely, took a few steps backwards just in time to see Gogo’s face  scrunch up and turn red. With a grunt, Gogo released a loud fart, that  lasted for ten full seconds, bringing with it an eye burning akin to a  dumpster on fire. Coughing up a fit, Honey retreated to the other side  of the room, as Gogo picked up a bag of cookies to munch on, undisturbed  by her own gas.

   “How can you stand to be  around that?” Honey asked, busying herself with her bag of supplies,  hoping to get her mind off the smell.

   “I  don’t know,” Gogo replied, spraying crumbs from her mouth. “I’m just  used to it I guess.” A small squeak of gas trembled out of Gogo’s ass,  making her drop her bag and pinch her nose. “Well, most of it anyway.”

   “Not to worry, this should take care of it,” Honey said, mixing together a bubbling concoction of blue liquid.

   “Are  you sure?” Gogo asked, keeping her calm demeanor, but still wary of  drinking any more strange fluids. “What if it makes me as big as a house  or grow that third arm?”

   “It won’t…I  think,” Honey said, trying to remain optimistic as she brought the  supposed antidote to her friend. “But we won’t know until we try. Just  make sure you drink every drop. I didn’t count on you growing so big, so  I had just enough materials to make the proper dosage.”

   Trusting  in her friend, Gogo begrudgingly, opened up her mouth, letting a  lingering burp blow back Honey’s hair with the scent of her stomach.  Standing on her toes, Honey could barely, reach Gogo’s face, to tilt the  bottle in, keeping it there until it was completely, drained.  Swallowing her medicine, Gogo let out another belch, the releasing gas  seeming to take a few pounds off her body. Retreating back to the  kitchen area, Honey narrowly, avoided another one of Gogo’s farts, which  shaved off a layer of fat from her rear.

   “Yes, it works like a charm,” Honey said, finally, feeling comfortable enough to relax her muscles.

   “What BWOOOOOOOOOOORRRP is happening to me?” Gogo asked, her chins disappearing until she was left with just one.

   “I  created a serum that works with the unnatural gas production of your  transformed body, to take out fat along with your unruly body odors. By  the time you’re back to your normal size, it should wear off.”

   Squinting,  Gogo ripped another fart, taking away her cankles and tightening up her  belly. “Just wish it wasn’t so loud or UURRP gassy.”

   “Sorry,  but that’s the best I could come up with on short notice,” Honey said,  writing down some notes, while, she waited for the air around Gogo to  clear. “Rushing to the store and back left me a little drained. Is there  anything at all left in the fridge?”

   Leaning  her butt away, from Honey, Gogo let out another fart to shrink her  chest to its old size. “Not any food, but I think there’s a few drinks  left.”

   Opening up the fridge, Honey grabbed  the first thing she touched, eager to replenish herself after the  exertion of both her body and mind. Without thinking she drank from the  bottle, her dry mouth welcoming the cold liquid. Finishing off the  beverage, Honey smacked her lips, a little taken aback by the odd taste.  Wondering what it was, Honey looked down and her eyes went wide, seeing  the last few green drops in the bottle.

   “Oh  BWWOOOOOORRRP no,” Honey said, just as she felt her lab coat grow  tighter and heard her stomach growling with an insatiable desire to eat.