"Here you are, Master Laharl," smiled a busty and tubby nekomata girl as she held out food.
Laharl's shapeless fat head smirked and he happily ate what was given to him. Over the past year, he continued eating tons and tons of food.
Laharl had eventually grown so fat, he had to leave his Netherworld to become his own. Castles and towns were build on his fat, a massive fortress around his head.
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