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"Ok girls, we're only missing one more contestant," smiled Eva Stitchly as the famed fashion designer looked to the beautiful young girls on stage. She was a thin woman with poofy pink hair and a dark purple jacket and skirt. Each of them must have weighed over 300 lbs, but were all beautiful in their choices of outfits.

"Miss Stitchly, is there anything we should know about the contest?" asked a quite fat African-American girl.

"Just the standard rules. I am basing these rules off the old Miss Splendid pageant this town used to have before…" began Stitchly, before a cold chill could be felt.


All the women looked up to see a gigantic white blob of a woman in a ruined torn dress, floating in the air. She had a sash tied around her blubbery body and a tiara on her head.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" screamed Stitchly and the girls as they ran off, the blob ghost woman howling as she chased them.
"Ok, gang, we finally made it," said Fred Jones, as the head of Mystery Inc., the famous team of sleuths stepped out of their van, the Mystery Machine.

"Yumfields, Minnesota," said Velma Dinkly, the brains of the team following. "Home to some of the most freshest and delicious grown crops in the country,"

"Oh boy…like crops means one thing, Scoob old pal!" grinned Norvelle "Shaggy" Rodgers, the lanky young man running out of the back of the van with a large brown Great Dane.

"Reah….ROOOOOOOOD!!!" said the dog, known as Scooby-Doo. He wagged his tail happily and his tongue hung out just like that of his buddy, Shaggy, as the two dreamed of all the delicious food they would be chowing down on soon.

"Seriously, I really never thought we'd go someplace for what we're doing now," said Fred, scratching his head.

"Well, this is Daphne after all. If its fashion, she'll do it," said Velma, as a large figure waddled out of the back of the van.

"Hey! I happen to let you know that fashion is a very important aspect of life," said Daphne Blake, the beauty and quick-thinking member of the gang. However, the once slender beauty had ballooned up into a 400 lb BBW.  "I don't know how you and Scooby ride in the back all the time, Shaggy. All that shaking made me feel like jello…"

"Mmm…jello…" drooled Shaggy and Scooby.

"Well…when you tried sitting in the front, you were kind of squashing Velma between us," said Fred, "And she was the one needed to give me directions,"

"Daphne, I could see you entering a beauty contest…but a big beauty contest?" asked Velma, scratching her head.

Daphne folded her chubby arms across her now much plumper and larger breasts, as she said, "Eva Stitchly is the most incredible fashion designer in the world. Her red petal and black banana leaf swimsuit made one no-name girl into a famous movie star when she wore it at the beach!"

"Uh…who…?" asked Fred, scratching his head.

"Must be someone that only girls would know," said Shaggy.

"I'm a girl, and I don't know who she's talking about!" objected Velma.

Daphne sighed, "But recently Eva Stitchly has decided to only do plus-sized dresses now. And I want one of her designs! But you have to be at least five times as wealthy as my family, know the right people, get the right time, bring the right gifts, at the right place, and when Stitchly is in an actually good mood just to be on her waiting list! I hear there are young girls applying for their Stitchly hand-made sun-dresses to wear when they retire,"

"But of course you gaining over 300 lbs would help you because…?" began Velma.

"Eva Stitchly is holding a big beautiful woman modeling contest…and the winner will get their dream design Stitchly dress made by the genius herself!" smiled Daphne, "With my sense of beauty and charisma, I can win this!" She did a pose, showing off her enormous belly that was like a balloon filled with squishy dough.

"Heh, heh, heh…well, that explains why she's been so keen on learning how to eat like me and Scooby!" laughed Shaggy, remembering how sometime ago Daphne was asking them to show her how they ate.

When Daphne was still thin, Shaggy and Scooby took her to an all-you can eat pizza buffet, with fully automatic pizza making and a conveyor belt that brought you pizza. Daphne was expecting the three of them to eat pizza until they felt stuffed, but Shaggy and Scooby called that "thinking too small". Instead, the trio snuck to the machines when the cooks in charge weren't looking and retooled the machine to create one gigantic almost endless pizza with everything on it. They sat at the end of the belt and continually ate at the sea of pizza. It took some time, but eventually the three of them were stuffed, all that pizza now in their over inflated beach ball like bellies.

Daphne continued eating until she was now chubby. At that time, she went with Shaggy and Scooby to a ice cream social. Daphne thought they were going to help themselves to all the free ice cream, but got curious when Shaggy mentioned to bring a swimsuit. Daphne soon figured out why she saw Scooby and Shaggy taking a whole tank they had filled with the ice cream they got to a nearby water park that had been closed. The boys hooked the ice cream tank into the pump that would have filled the slides with water if it had been filled with water, causing the slides to flow all the ice cream. Daphne and the boys laid at the bottom of the slides, letting the ice cream fall into their mouths like a funnel.

Now very fat after hanging around with Shaggy and Scooby, Daphne was happy to have brought her latest (and very fashionable) stretch pants when she was taken into their latest food scheme. Scooby-Snacks was having their latest promotion in the town they were at with an all-new flavor: beef taco and cheese with BBQ sauce and pineapple. People were being given all free samples, and there was an even a Scooby-Snack eating contest. Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby all entered, and out-ate everyone else, stuffing their own faces with the leftover snacks the losers had abandoned in their rush for the restroom. In the end, the rolly-pollified contestants were declared a three-way tie. They were offered to share a giant trophy, but asked if there were more Scooby-Snacks as part of the prize as they were still hungry.

"Oh boy, oh boy!" smiled Daphne, waddling happily, her enormous body jiggling.

"Well, this may be the weirdest reason for a trip, Scooby, but at least we get food! And best of all, there is no absolutely way there can be something…" began Shaggy as the gang followed, only to bump into a stunned Daphne's bloated backside.

"Canceled?!!!" shrieked Daphne when she saw the sign on the hall where the modeling contest was. "No!"

"I'm sorry, but that's how it is," said an obese Chinese girl, her hands on her wide hips

"Hey, you're Susie Rollyton, the famous plus-sized food model!" smiled Daphne, getting stares. "What? I researched my competition,"

"Food model? As she models with food?" asked Velma, "Like for restaurants?"

"No…I model in clothing made of food," smiled Susie.

"Oh…because that makes much better sense…" sighed Velma.

Shaggy and Scooby just grinned, as Shaggy said, "Now that's fashion I can sink my teeth into!"

"So what exactly is going on? Daphne's been eager and preparing for this for some time now," asked Fred.

"Don't ya'all know?"

A large red headed girl who was more stomach and thighs, but with good measure in her butt and breasts as well, waddled to the group. She was wearing a more country type outfit.

"And you Big as a Cow Carolina! She models for the Real Women of the West magazine," smiled Daphne.

"Yeah…but ah can tell ya that pageant is…" began Carolina.

Putting their hands (and paws) together, Scooby and Shaggy began praying, Shaggy gulping, "Please don't say haunted…please don't say haunted,"


"Oh man! Like did we do something really bad in our past lives, Scoob?" asked Shag.

"Reah…rothing ris rorth ris…" whimpered Scooby, his lip quivering.

"So what kind of ghost is this?" asked Fred, before the big girls stared at him. "We get this all the time…"

A large tanned-skinned girl with brown hair, and wearing sunglasses, her bulk larger than Carolina and Sushie, waddled to the group, her big breasts and belly bouncing against each other as she answered, "By the ghost of Delilah Dandy,"

"Oh, you're Super-Sized Seaside Sarah!" smiled Daphne, recognizing the girl from plus-sized swimsuit magazines she took up reading while gaining. She got stares and turned red as she said, "Uh…sorry…please continue,"

"Well, before Stitchly opened the Voluptuous Vixen Contest, this area was home to a famous beauty pageant called the Miss Splendid Pageant," explained Sarah, "And every year, it was won by its hometown hero, Delilah Dandy. She was a beauty queen…even movie stars and big time models were jealous of her. Then…came the tragic accident," She pointed to an old factory nearby and said, "That's the snack factory, where of all Yumfield's home-made snacks. It was closed until recently because of what had happened. Miss Dandy was to cut the ceremonial ribbon on its opening, but when she tried, the giant scissors slipped out of her hands and onto the other side of the ribbon. She reached over to get them, but she lost her balance and took a tumble into a nearby vat of cream. Miss Dandy sunk in and was never seen again. When teams came to find her, the vat was empty, no cream, no Miss Dandy,"

"Jeepers!" went Daphne, her blubbery body jiggling.

"They say she was forced to eat all that cream herself in order to survive, but there was so much of it. But she continued eating it, the cream's natural fat making her bigger and bigger and bigger," continued Sarah, "The story goes that when she was free, she was so enormously fat that she was heartbroken that she couldn't be Miss Splendid anymore. Miss Dandy went to her mansion and locked it, endlessly eating in sadness until she died shortly after from the sadness of losing the one thing that mattered to her,"

"Now her ghost is haunting the hall, trying to stop this contest. She claims it's a mockery to salute fat women when becoming fat herself ruined her," explained Susie.

"Well, it looks like we have a mystery on our hands, gang," smiled Fred, "Let's split up and search for clues. Daphne, Velma, and I will search the house of Miss Dandy, which you can find, right, Velma?"

"Yep," said Velma, already on her laptop.

"Scooby, you and Shag will go search the hall for the clues," said Fred.

Shaggy frowned, "Like go where the ghost is now? Like no way!!!"

"Ok. You can search the house," smiled Velma, showing the boys her laptop. It had an image of a very creepy and scary old mansion with dark windows, dead trees, and all sorts of scary features.

Shaggy and Scooby clutched each other as they shook in fear, as Shaggy replied, "On second thought…this may be the first ghost that we can outrun…plus if the women are so big here, there must be tons of food, right?"

"Yeah. Lots of them in the green rooms. We have to keep our girlish figures….big," smiled Carolina, before Shaggy and Scooby disappeared in a puff of dust kicked up by their running.

"Roh roy! ROOOOOOD!!!" smiled Scooby, licking his lips, as they ran inside.
"Hmm…according to this…no one's been at this house since the Dandy family sold it after their daughter's accident," said Velma, looking at her laptop. "There is reports of Delilah vanishing in these old articles, but nothing about her gaining so much weight. Not even a report of her death,"

"Well, we have to find out what's going on," said Daphne, as she and Fred went up the stairs.

"Uh…Daphne…if its ok…could I go in front of you?" asked Fred, nervous.

"Why?" asked Daphne.

Fred gulped nervously, "Well…its just that you're…and well…you've been…"

"WAHHHHHHH!!!" went Daphne, slipping when the rotten wood collapsed under her fat foot. She lost her balance and landed back onto Fred and Velma, her big blubbery body squashing them.

"…Don't worry…as a girl, I can say it. Daphne, you're both fat and danger prone!" shouted Velma, "Why am I on the bottom?"

"Hey!!! You kids get away!!!"

"?" went the three, seeing a really fat, yet attractive woman with blonde hair, dressed in oversized, yet fashionable stretchy jeans and an oversized shirt that tried to keep her curves in. She looked older than the three, maybe in her mid thirties. On her right chubby cheek was a small dot, like a birth mark.

"You want that ghost to eat ya?!!!"

"Umm…we would like to move….but…" began Fred.

"We have 400 lbs of Blake Blubber on us! With two hundred and ten lbs of Jones muscles to add for me!" shouted Velma, before Daphne and Fred got off.

"Hey, awesome! I must have gotten some more muscles! I have been increasing what I bench-press lately," grinned Fred.

"Who are you?" asked Daphne, blinking to the woman.

"The name's Deli Dee. I own the nearby and best delicatessen in this town," said the woman, frowning. "And if you hang around here, that ghost will eat you all faster than Hungry Hank eats my special BBQ salami sub!"
"Ah…models sure have it good," said Shaggy, he and Scooby sitting in one of the changing rooms/green rooms, as they helped themselves to the buffet left behind.  "Hey, remember when we got that offer for that magazine, Scoob?"

"Reah!" grinned Scooby, before tossing a sandwich in the air. He stuck out his tongue and caught the bottom slice, followed by each indivual slice of meat, cheese, and veggie put on, and finally the top slice before sucking it all in one, swallowing the sandwich in one gulp.

"Yeah! Too bad Slim Beefniks and Cool Canines didn't make it," sighed Shaggy, "Man, girls sure love mirrors," He walked by several mirrors, before stopping at one. "Heh, heh, heh…hey, this one must be one of those funhouse ones. It makes me look like a big fat lady ghost…"

"Ruh…Raggy…" shivered Scooby, getting next to Shaggy.

"Uh…Scoob…why do I only have a reflection here?" gulped Shaggy, getting nervous. "Heh, heh, heh…like this isn't a mirror, is it?"


"And so…I have only one thing to say in this situation…" said Shaggy, "Like…ZOOOOOOOOOOINNNNKKKSSSSS!!!"

"RARRRRRRRRRRR!!! I'll gobble you like marshmallows!" roared the blobby ghost of Miss Dandy, as she smashed through the doorway, her enormity making it wider. She floated after the two cowards, chasing them down the pageant hall. Shaggy and Scooby soon saw one door and jumped through it, slamming it shut. "Open this…door!!!" roared Dandy, as she pulled on the knob, before it did open.

Shaggy and Scooby jumped out, now dressed with fake mustaches and fancy white outfits like one would find on the workers of an exclusive spa.

Shaggy grinned, "Like welcome to Ze Great Dane…ze most excluzive spa in zee world…" He and Scooby grabbed Dandy's hands, and pulled her inside, squishing her enormous body through the door. "Zo excluzive….you are ze only member!"

"Huh?" blinked Dandy confused, as Shaggy and Scooby put her onto her big belly upon a table.

"Reah! Row rerax…" grinned Scooby.

"Monsieur Dane is a mazter of relaxation!" explained Shaggy, as he and Scooby put hot rocks on her back, making Dandy sigh in relaxation. "Zee hot rocks will relax you…"

"Reah! Rand rigger ris retter!" shouted Scooby, taking a gigantic hot rock and throwing it onto Dandy's back, pinning her to the table.

"Now let's us give ze beautiful big blubberzy banshee a nice facial," said Shaggy, rubbing a facial mask onto Dandy's fat face, while Scooby wrapped a towel around her head. "And to zop it off…" he continued, before putting two cucumber slices over Dandy's eyes. "Cucumbar slizes!"

"Ahhhhhhhh…." sighed Dandy in relaxation.

"Now Monsieur Dane and I must prepare your mud bath…and considering your bulk, it will take zome time. You just relax here…while we help ourselves to zhese remaining cucumbars!" grinned Shaggy, as he and Scooby took the baskets of cucumbers, throwing them into their mouths one by one, as they dashed off.

"Sooooo….nice…" sighed Dandy, as the huge horrible haunt laid there, relaxing. It took her a few minutes to realize something important. "Wait a second…GRAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The gluttonous ghost wiggled and shook herself violently as she went to shake the giant heated rock Scooby had put on her to sandwich her to the table. Eventually, she got it off and flew out the room, but there was no sight of the vegan teen or his faithfully to be always hungry dog.

Outside, Scooby and Shaggy peeked their heads out of the trash cans they had ducked into.

"Phew…like that colossal creep is gone…" said Shaggy, before hearing some weird noises. He and Scooby turned their heads to see a blonde man digging through a third trash can.

The man turned his head and said, "Hey! Find your own dirt!"

"Like you can have it. These cans have more than just dirt in them," said Shaggy, getting out.

"Reah…reeeeruckk…." commented Scooby, as he jumped out.

"I'm Lars Loudmouth, and I'm the best at exposing things for what they are," said the man. "I'm finding proof of this porker pageant being sick and wrong,"

"Huh? If plus-sized women want to feel good about themselves, like why do you care, man?" blinked Shaggy.

"Because if I hate it, it's definitely wrong!!!" shouted Lars, before a muscular hand lifted him by the shirt collar.

"You again!!!" shouted a large muscular man with a beard on his chin, wearing a black shirt and jeans. "Didn't Miss Stitchly tell you to stop bothering everyone?!!!"

"You can't silence me, you bouncer!" shouted Lars.

"Like anyone would listen. But I'll be a sport…maybe we can talk over kickball," said the bouncer with a grin.

"Like you don't have a ball, man," said Shaggy.

"Don't need one. He's going to be it," said the bouncer, before he turned Lars in one direction and kicked him hard, sending him flying into the distance.

"I'LL BE BACK!!!!" shouted Lars, flying, landing in a passing garbage truck. "Ouch…"

"I don't doubt that," sighed the bouncer.

Shaggy blinked, "Who are you and like aren't you scared of the ghost?"

"I'm Ben Bouncer and I got a duty to Miss Stitchly. Keeping this pageant hall safe from ridicule and anything else that would bring Miss Stitchy and the girls to harm," said the bouncer, before seeing something. "Hey! I thought I'd told you to stop taking pictures! You can't use this for your paranormal website or whatever nonsense you're doing!" yelled Ben, chasing after a shutterbug.

Shaggy put a hand to his peach-fuzz chin, "Hey Scoob…don't you think those two were suspicious? They didn't show until the ghost disappeared, plus they don't seem scared of her,"


"Come on, we better find the gang. If not for that, then maybe we can find a sandwich shop," said Shaggy, before he and Scooby ran off, following the Great Dane's nose.

Fred, Daphne, and Velma were looking around the Dandy mansion for clues.

"Doesn't look like anyone has lived here for years," said Fred, noting all the dust.

"Huh, this must be Delilah Dandy…before she became the ghost," said Daphne, holding a picture of a beautiful slender blonde woman in a dress, wearing a tiara and a sash.

Velma was holding her laptop, doing some additional research.

"I've been looking into the contestants' backgrounds," said Velma, "After all, we can't rule out the possibility of someone wanting to get rid of the competition,"

"What'd you find, Velma?" asked Fred, looking through a shelf of books.

"Well, Susie Rollyton has been having a hard time making her name out there. Apparently Big as a Cow Carolina and Super-Sized Seaside Sarah…" began Velma.

"Try saying that three times fast," joked Fred.

"As I was saying, it appears they've been overshadowing her in the plus-sized modeling world. But if she could win a competition by the famous Miss Stitchly, she'd really make her mark," explained Velma, "As for Big as a Cow Carolina, her magazine has been asking Miss Stitchly to design for their magazine, but she's refused as she wants to remain an independent designer,"

"Maybe Carolina was sent by her company to ruin Miss Stitchly and give her no choice but to work for them," suggested Daphne.

"And Super-Sized Seaside Sarah…no jokes, Fred…" began Velma.

"Hey, I wasn't going to say anything," protested Fred.

"She's been at the top of BBW fashion world for a long time. Maybe she doesn't want to risk rookies beating her," continued Velma.

As Fred was searching, he suddenly slipped on something and fell towards Daphne.

"Fred? Are you ok?" asked Daphne, managing to catch Fred against her bulk.

"Umm…yeah…" went a nervous Fred, having felt how so soft and squishy Daphne's body had become.

Velma picked up what Fred had tripped on.

"Huh? Looks like a piece of cloth with straps…" said Velma, blinking. "Looks like its been torn,"

"Hey look at this," said Fred, now back on his feet. He was pointing to a framed map on the wall.

"Looks like an old overview of the town. Strange, it seems smaller than I thought. When we were driving, I saw a lot of buildings, a lot of them beauty places and restaurants…man, I could use something to eat now," said Daphne.

"I have a sneaking suspicion about that ghost," said Velma, "We better check with Shaggy and Scooby. Knowing their pattern, they probably ran into the ghost already,"
Later, on the way to the pageant hall…

Fred, Velma, and Daphne were in the Mystery Machine, when they happened to notice Stitchly outside a café, talking to some people.

"Miss Stitchly, are you really sure you should be continuing your contest?" asked a petite black-haired woman, holding a mike to her mouth. Behind her was a man with a camcorder, evident that these were from some news broadcast.

Stitchly sipped her tea, and answered, "Darling, girls with so much love need people like me. I was once one of those shallow designers…only making teeny tiny outfits for sticks of women…but one day, I happened to accidently walk into a plus-sized clothing store. I was appalled by the rags they were forced to wear. They had nothing to wear that looked nice. They have the right to have excellent clothing! I decided that day to only do plus-sized fashion!"

"You know, ever since that ghost has been haunting your contest, you've been getting a lot of media attention. A lot of people now know about plus-sized fashion and stuff like that," said the reporter, suspicious.

"Hmm…" went Velma, overhearing this.

"Mmmm…." smiled Daphne, stuffing her face with some BBQ chips from Shaggy's stash.

"What about you, darling?" asked Stitchly, "I've heard of you, Alicia Onsite. You haven't been getting good stories since your…heh, heh, heh…wardrobe malfunction during that live interview…"

Alicia frowned, "That wasn't my fault! I was under a lot of stress that day…and its very hard for me to diet with the lack of time,"

"I told you not to stuff yourself that day. Even girdles have their stress limits," said the cameraman, before Alicia stomped on his foot. "OWW!!!!"

"Cut that part out!" ordered Alicia, grabbing at the camcorder.

"Very interesting…" added Velma, as Fred continued driving.

"You can't suspect Miss Stitchly! Why would she sabotage her own contest?" asked Daphne.

"With the media attention she's getting, she's expressing her cause for big women to have good clothes," answered Velma.

"What about Alicia Onsite? Seems she hates doing this story," said Daphne, "Maybe she wants to make it more interesting so she can hit the big time again,"

Fred then saw a pair of familiar figures with a stack of sandwiches in each arm, walking down the street.

"There you guys are," said Fred, stopping the van, so Shaggy and Scooby could get it.  

"Wow, thanks guys!" grinned Daphne, grabbing some of the sandwiches to chow down on herself.

"Hey!" went the two in unison.

"Anyway, Velma, there's one hole with Stitchly being the ghost," said Daphne, her cheeks full of sandwiches. "I was told she was there when the ghost attacked,"

"Well, there was this suspicious bouncer," said Shaggy, "He said his name was Ben Bouncer. Said he has a duty to Miss Stitchly,"

Velma nodded, "Right. He could have been the ghost that time,"

"Hey! Where's my chips?!!! I was going to put them on my sandwiches!" shouted Shaggy, looking through his stash.

Daphne smiled, "That sounds actually good!"

"Great…we needed another bottomless stomach…" sighed Velma.

"There was also this annoying guy named Lars Loudmouth hanging around," said Shaggy, deciding to use sour cream and onion chips instead. "He really didn't like the contest,"

"Reah…rhat a rest…" nodded Scooby.

Velma typed on her laptop, "Lars…Loudmouth…" She got a response on her search engine. "Ah ha! Here we go! Lars Loudmouth apparently goes around and complains about stuff he doesn't like all the time,"

"Wow…too much free time…" said Fred, driving.

"Of course no body listens to him. In fact, he's actually been arrested several times for harassment and trespassing violations," read Velma, looking through the sites.

"You don't suppose a certain pesky loser like that wouldn't think that if something he didn't like actually was taken down that people would start listening to him?" suggested Daphne, taking some ice cream from a whole carton and eating. The gang all stood still for a second, before all laughing in unison at the idea.

"I know one thing…" said Shaggy, grabbing some peanut butter and applesauce. "These will really spice up that ice cream, Daph!"

"Thanks Shag!" shouted Daphne, as Shaggy applied the PB+A to the ice cream, followed by them and Scooby gulping down the ice cream. Fred and Velma just rolled their eyes.

"Anyway, we're on our way to our next part of the investigation," said Fred.

"Please tell me it's a taco stand that makes burritos the size of your head," said Shaggy.

"I could go for that!" smiled Daphne.

"Rine rill be the riggest!" shouted Scooby, putting his thumb-like toe in his mouth and blowing, causing his head to inflate to an enormous size.

"Nope! It's the factory where Miss Dandy disappeared," said Fred.

Shaggy sighed, "A man can dream…can he?" Scooby sighed as well, causing his head to deflate back to normal.
"Huh…the road's blocked," said Fred, seeing a road block on the way to the factory.

"Looks like we're going on foot," said Velma, as Mystery Inc. left the Mystery Machine.

They saw they were at a huge farm, making Shaggy shout, "Wow! A farm! And farms mean food!" He and Scooby dashed off, Daphne looking out.

"Let me know if you find anything!" shouted Daphne, before Shaggy and Scooby came running back.

"GANGWAY!!! THAT WHALE OF A WAITH IS AFTER US!!!" shouted Shaggy, he and Scooby ducking behind Daphne's big body.

There was a giant round shadow approaching them, but Velma just rolled her eyes.

"Guys…this is a balloon…yes, the ghost is one, but not in that context," said Velma, pointing to the shadow. It was a big red sphere with a strange machine attached. It had air tanks and several cylinders of various sizes and widths adorned all over.

"What's going on?"

A thin woman with dark auburn hair came in, dressed in blue overalls and a green shirt with rolled up sleeves, came up to the gang, a strange metal glove on her hand.

"Sorry. My friends have active imaginations. It comes from being hungry…I just recently realized what's that like," said Daphne.

The woman smiled, "Its alright. Not too many people have seen BES here,"

"BES?" blinked Fred, looking at the balloon.

"The Balloon Enrichment Sprayer. I invented it myself," said the woman, "My name is Veronica Fielder. I'm the owner of the farmlands around here,"

"Fielder Farm…well, does sound nicer than Fielder Fields," said Daphne.

Shaggy then asked, "So if this is a farm, you have to have something around…like soy eggs…soy milk…maybe some soy bacon?"

"Well, my house over there has a full pantry. You're free to help your…" began Veronica.


"And they're off! Shaggy is in the lead, but Scooby-Doo is close behind! Oh, but what's this? Daphne has waddled her way into the lead!" joked Fred, talking like a horse track announcer.

"I was studying to be an aeronautics engineer at my college, but then when my dad had gotten too sick to tend to the fields, I took over for him. I really like farming, and I can use my studies to make Yumfields great like my dad had," said Veronica.

"What do you mean?" asked Fred.

"Well, when Delilah Dandy was alive and modeling, she made Yumfields famous for her and the beauty contests we had here. After she disappeared, the beauty contests were never the same and Yumfields became to fall apart. My dad though was able to get our food out on dinner tables again and we became a hit once more," explained Veronica.

"Wow, this really is something," said Velma, impressed as she studied BES.

"Yeah. Using balloon-based flight, I save on fuel using a natural method. I even engineered that computer attached to the balloon to make it go where I want," said Veronica, pushing a button on her glove. BES forced out air in one direction, causing it to move. "I use the force of venting air to make BES move. BES is mostly just to spray my fields. And before you get worried, its not pesticides. Its actually a home-made spray I use to mist off the dirt that gathers on the crops,"

"Know anything about the ghost?" asked Fred.

Veronica frowned, "I don't know what that sumo of a specter wants with me. She's been haunting my farm. My only guess is because the factory where she disappeared is nearby. It's been closed since she showed up and scared all the workers away,"

"Scared the workers, huh…?" muttered Velma to herself.

"Hey, why is the road closed anyway?" asked Fred "Road work?"

"Uh…no. Actually, the other day, my herd of cow got out after eating some…experimental feed I was giving them…" said Veronica, "They were on that roadway for a while…they're not done cleaning up,"

"Yuck…" went Fred and Velma in unison.

Veronica's eyes then widened and she went, "Oh no! I just remembered something! I have to make sure the hay that's been fed to the sheep is the homemade kind and not my tinkered one. Otherwise, things will get even more messy," With that, Veronica ran off, BES following on computer command.

"So how are we going to get to the factory now? Wait for cleanup?" asked Velma.

"I know I don't want to clean the Mystery Machine's wheels. Come on, we'll find something," said Fred, before he and Velma went to look around for alternate transportation.

Shaggy, Scooby, and Daphne were out gorging themselves in Veronica's kitchen.

"What a better place than to eat like a pig? A place that has them! Ha, ha!" laughed Shaggy, putting a giant white tofu ham between two slices of bred. In one gulp, the voracious vegan made quick work of it.

"Reah, re, re, re!" giggled Scooby, frying some eggs, bacon, and sausage on a skillet. When they were good and cooked, he struck the pan handle and opened his mouth as they went flying in the air. He caught one each in his mouth and licked his lips with his long tongue.

"Check this out, guys!" smiled Daphne, holding an enormous bowl of salad.

"A salad?" blinked Shaggy, "What gives, Daph?  Like, you giving up being a big beauty? I mean sure, its big, but…"

"Oh no. This is a Daphne Blake original super-sizing salad," smiled Daphne, "First, I line it with essentials of a salad: lettuce, cabbage, tomatoes, and all other greens that go in," She took some fruits and cut them up, saying, "Then I add some oranges, apples, mango, and some bananas," Daphne then sprinkled various things on it, "Then I add in some bacon bits, salt, pepper, and some jalapeno powder for a little kick," The fashionable and fat one then took a huge bottle of salad dressing, "Then I cover it with salad dressing like so," Daphne covered the salad like she was putting whip cream on a sundae. "Finally, I top it off with a cherry tomato…and voila…the Daphne Blake sumo salad sundae," chuckled Daphne, as she placed a cherry tomato on the top. She grabbed the bowl and dumped the contents into her maw, swallowing it all gloriously. "I call that a success,"

"Ha, ha, ha! Daph's become a girl after all our own hearts, eh, Scoob?" asked Shaggy.

"Reah! Ri rike rhis Raphne," chuckled Scooby, before they continued their food stupor. Daphne ate whatever she could get her fat hands on, sometimes combing stuff into odd, yet tasty to her, concoctions. She could feel her dress shrinking and her stomach growing with each bite. Her pink leg pantyhose were looking more and more like they were containing stacks of butter as her legs thickened. Daphne's butt blew up like a balloon, raising up her fat-rolled back. Her cheeks got plumper and she could feel her chest tightening as her breasts got larger and rounder, having less room to be in her shirt.

To Be Continued
This is the first half of maybe the longest thing I ever wrote. I wanted to submit the whole thing, but the file was just over the size limit. Oh well. I'll have the second half right almost immediately.

This is a Scooby-Doo story, based on the What's New and soon to becoming Mystery Inc. incarnations of the gang.

Daphne, a girl always out for the best of fashion, has her chance to get her own outfit designed by a legendary fashion designer. But the fact that only BBWs can win one doesn't stop her; Daphne eats herself large for her chance! But if being fat won't dissuade her, will a blubbery ghost do the job?

Scooby and the gang are all owned by Warner Bros. Anyone else in the story is my creation.
Nice story. :D
king81992 Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2010
Great start!!!
MartmeisterPaladin Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2009  Hobbyist
"She lost her balance and took a tumble into a nearby vat of cream. Miss Dandy sunk in and was never seen again."

Alas, that they had not built guard-rails for that eventuality. Ah well. Good job. :)
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