If you asked just what a Reshiram was, you'd get the response that it was a magnificent soaring dragon, owning the skies with its brilliant white downy coat. Not an enormous, earthbound glutton, doing little more than feasting endlessly. This Reshiram is Ender. Ender was a powerful God, nobody really knew where he came from, and if you asked his followers he was the one who brought light to the sky. That said these followers (nearly a million of them) all lived together on a medium-sized island, most of it taken up by the monstrous dragon. All that really mattered was that his power preserved the culture of this island for generations, just as long as they gave into his every demand. Mostly it was food, other times a tribute, someone who would give into their inner glutton for him; sometimes he'd even demand sexual favors. But again, he had the charisma and the power to throw around; there was no questioning that one day he would grow vast enough to hold power over the entire world.
At least until one day – a day that would have been known as the great earth shattering by Ender's followers – Ender made a small mistake. One magnified by his monstrous frame. He decided that he hadn't had a good drink in a while and demanded the best alcohol his followers could give him. Completely forgetting the fact that he breathed fire and his stomach was the hottest oven on the planet, he consumed vast amounts of alcohol, leading to a rather explosive reaction. While his followers were able to get out of the way in time (minus a few casualties) the sudden bloating was enough to cause a sudden shift in the earth, enough to reignite the island's volcano. Within moments the volcano erupted. While the eruption was enough to hinder the God momentarily, it had a less stellar effect on the island's inhabitants, instantly burying them all in ash. Before Ender could excuse himself, he suddenly found himself feeling very, very weak and tired.
Thousands of years later, an up and coming business tycoon looking to start a chain of gyms, came to the island, now habitable once again. While helping lay the foundation for the gym, his dig team came across an interesting artifact, a pair of black collars. While the team went on break, Daender, the Typhlosion, picked up the collars and examined them, though not for long, for to his surprise the collars suddenly latched themselves to his slender neck! He grasped at the collars with desperation, about to yell for help, when suddenly he blacked out.
Ender found himself wearing a very form fitting suit in a strange new world, stranger still was how... tiny he was now. That was just the beginning of his issues as he could no longer expand his body, or even conjure up a bite to eat! How surprising! Getting his bearings, he quickly discovered the modern world and all of its wonders. While he enjoyed his new found freedom, he knew that the foreign world was dangerous for a weakened God like himself. Thinking quickly, the conniving God reestablished his presence within the collars, enhancing their abilities so that he may come and go as he please in his new host body. It was a start.
The Reshiram quickly adapted to the modern world, every now and again once he felt comfortable enough, he'd cause the collars to become incredibly fragile. His Typhlosion host’s body would accidently brush against them in the shower, or to scratch his neck, and Ender would be freed from his self-created prison. From there he would make the most of his other half's large savings at his own pleasure. He spent it on drinks, sex, pleasure, parties, and of course a lot of food. In time, his usual guests were surprised to find that the Daender they usually partied with had seemed to vanish. He had grown larger, and fatter, but he didn't seem the type to just leave. In his place there was a Reshiram, as flamboyant as the Typhlosion had been but incredibly more…flabulous. Ender was back, still in a weakened form, but it was good to have his old body back.
Ender knew how stressful it was for his Typhlosion host, honestly he didn't really care. This new world was a wonderland, yet so many of them had fat phobias. There was no way he'd be able to get any new followers from his usual party goers, they were all trim and barely even ate a portion of what he ate. No, he'd have to start smaller. So to speak of course, and he'd have to find ways to regain his funding, if his host remained this stressed out there was no way he'd get any more money for feasting. And he'd gotten so big already! It'd be a curse to have to go back to eating only one course. So with his remaining strength for that night, he searched the globe, searching for someone, somewhere, who had a love and a lust for fat as great as himself...
Ender found something in Daender’s new location, Viridian City. He found Jewel, Daender’s cousin, a kind selfless woman who liked to pack her foods with a little more transfats than most. He sensed a little of himself inside of that large Typhlosion woman, so he went to her one day, wearing a custom made suit for someone of his massive girth. To his surprise, the woman didn't seem very interested in any deals that the pink suited dragon promised, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet. So he turned to another, a being not of love, but of incredible hate. Her name was Mee-Yon, once she was a rather slender and incredibly stuck up Glaceon, now she was a mound of flesh hopelessly addicted to Jewel's foods.
Jewel was surprised to find the next day that Mee-Yon had become... mobile again. She no longer was massive and hindered by her overwhelming weight; she was as thin as she was the day she walked in. Jewel made a few passing comments at an old rival and easily got her steamed. Mee-Yon was a stress eater, and she was easy to stress. Jewel marked a little victory for herself and looked to pack an extra dose of serum in Mee-Yon's demanded meal. But Mee-Yon didn't gain any weight at all, not a pound. She ate until her stomach hurt and ate some more, but Mee-Yon eventually left as skinny as she came in. How bizarre.
Mee-Yon celebrated her newfound mobility, up until the moment that Ender decided that he was pent up and wanted sex. Mee-Yon called him a fat slob and denied him. Ender replied she didn't have a choice and reverted his “blessing”. In moments, Mee-Yon found herself naked and even fatter than she had ever been. Thus began Mee-Yon's role as Ender's personal pet, the first of many, he was sure.
Those who didn't like the gifts of fat came to Ender; he would give them solace in exchange for tribute. They'd have mobility again, power again. Some were kind, and Ender would have mercy on them, treating them kindly and only asking of the occasional selfish favor. Others were like Mee-Yon, and quickly joined his growing harem. And as his follower count grew, so did he, slowly growing ever larger and more powerful. Soon he could make a skinny follower as fat as he so desired, rather than simply masking their weight. He could even convince a health freak to become a slob. It was just the start of course. This new modern world wasn't as limited as his old island had been, eventually he would achieve what he always wanted: to be ruler of all. And then no waistline would be safe.

Yes, Ender is finally here. My fatass Reshi-sona who's all about enjoying life to its fullest...literally.

AWESOME picture done by moonveildragon who has the most adorable art style I've seen in a long time and the kindest soul ever!

Major thanks to halfdragonbarug for helping me redo all my character backstories to give them a lot more depth!