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"Guards!" The bellowing voice rang out throughout the entire castle, filling every hall of the large building with its bassy echoes. Several koopa troopas came running, each one filing into the throne room in the heart of the castle within moments of hearing that summons. They all lined up, nearly and efficiently, before the one who had summoned them; King Koopa. The shelled reptile was seated on his throne, scowling down at the row of troopas before him as they got into formation as rapidly as they could. Each one looked to be almost cowering before their leader, and as the large koopa rose to his feet, it was easy to see why. Three times their height and twice their width, the head koopa was a towering beast of a king, and not one to be trifled with clearly. His crown alone was a symbol of power, but combined with the spikes on his shell, on his bracers around his wrists, and even on his tail and head... And King Koopa looked to be quite the menacing presence.

"Troopas!"

"Sir!" The legion before the King hollered their reply, each of them looking right up at their king and standing at attention.

"I'm tired of Mario getting the best of me, of us!" King Koopa shouted this, drawing a few hollers of agreement from the troopas before him. "I'm tired of being seen as the villain, and of all of us being the bad guys!" More cheers came from the troopas, some raising their weapons in anguish. They were tired of this, too; they just wanted to live in their kingdom! "Above all, I'm tired of my kingdom being so very small." Bowser's last statement didn't draw as many cheers, some of the troopas looking around in confusion by what their leader meant. "So, I say we expand my Kingdom until even Mario himself can't trifle with us!" The troopas cheered again, though some weren't quite sure just what their King meant. His kingdom already extended beyond where the eye could see, various castles and lands all conquered by their King. Just how much more could he have? "Magikoopas!"

"Sire!" A row of robed koopas stepped forward, though some floated... Their brooms sticking out from beneath their robes.

"Use your best magic, your most powerful spells... And help make this a reality."

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It took nearly a month, but the mages came, though. King Koopa did nothing during this month, no raiding or terrorizing of Mario. The plumber did much of the same, only stopping by once inquire, yet again, about that insufferable Princess Peach. The King hadn't seen the Princess in months and made that perfectly clear to Mario through a rather bullish speech. The plumber had scampered right on off, and that... Well, that had been the only interruption for King Koopa. The green-scaled reptile hadn't done anything past that, aside from eating his royal meals by the cartful. He wanted his kingdom to be expansive, and as such, he needed to make himself out to match! That was the logic that he fed himself at least, as feasts galore were crammed down into his face on a daily basis. He worked the chefs in his kitchen ragged, demanding and shouting for food at all hours of the day as he worked his way through whatever edible treats were placed down in front of him. He often slept on his throne thanks to his rampant gluttony, passing out more than once with food still stuffed into his greedy maw. The King saw this as a necessary part of growing his kingdom, though, and so he was dedicated to it with his same usual tenacity, even if the results of such eating were quick to make themselves known on the King Koopa.

Those results shocked all the magikoopas as they arrived from their tower a full month after being sent away, the few brave enough to bring their king the item he had requested so late. Upon entering the throne room, though, they were greeted with something even scarier than the thought of delivering their tasked item late; a hungry King. The Koopa had grown since they had seen him, now filling his throne not just vertically, but horizontally as well. His yellow belly scales looked to be stretched to the limit, sagging and bulging like miniature folds of fat along the stretched stomach that spilled over their king's thighs. His arms looked to have gained inches in girth, though that girth wasn't muscle... No, it jiggled and bounced as the Koopa brought legs of lamb to his face over and over again, devouring them with the bone and everything still attached. His legs looked to have grown even more, particularly the Koopa's hips. Where there had once been room on that throne, he now looked to be wedged inside of it, the fat on his legs pressing against, and then oozing over the arms of that throne. His face looked fatter, cheeks drooping slightly and bouncing with the ever smack of the King's lips as he worked through a feast meant for, well, a king. King Koopa wasn't merely chubby now, he was positively fat, and as he ate with a smile on his face, he looked to not have a care in the world about that fact. The creaks and groans from that tortured seat were evidence of this, but as their king adjusted in his seat, the magikoopas could swear they saw a small burst of _pride_on the Koopa's face. Just what had become of their king...?

"Sire?" one of the magikoopas finally uttered, causing the King to look up from his feast and then down towards the kneeling underlings before him.

"Ah, we- BBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAARRRRRPPP... Well then, I see you have all arrived."

"Y-Yes sire, we ha-"

"Sa- BrrrRRRRrrrRRRaaaappp... Save it... Just show me what you HIC have." Even the voice of the King had grown fatter, dropping down an octave and not getting even a sentence out without a belch. It was a sight to behold for the magikoopas, but they said nothing to that effect. Instead, one of the just stepped forward with what looked to be a muffin. The muffin was, in fact, a high magical item, one concocted with the power of over a dozen magikoopas and designed to add landmass with just a crumb placed onto the ground; It was quite complicated, but also immensely powerful. King Koopa saw that muffin, of course, and immediately mistook it for food; he had been pigging out for a month straight, and to him, food was food. He leaned down to grasp at the muffin, and without even thinking about what he was doing, popped the want into his mouth. The magikoopa who had delivered the muffin didn't notice at first, but as he looked up and saw not only King Koopa chewing, but the muffin nowhere to be seen, he went pale.

"S-Sire?!"

"Wha- HIC- t?" That hiccup rippled through the Koopa for an instant, and then his fat just grew._He had been heavy before, but nearly two hundred pounds found their way onto his swollen form in an instant thanks to that hiccup. Had the King Koopa been merely fat before, his green scales were now housing something distinctly obese. The throne burst out to the sides, the arms of the chair careening into the walls beside the King as the force of a sudden two hundred extra pounds of reptile proved to be too much for them. The chair immediately collapsed after that, sending the King toppling to the ground a couple feet below his double-wide rear. His whole frame jiggled madly from that impact, but that impact also added another couple hundred pounds to his frame, though... It looked to be even more than the first time. "What's _happening to ME?!"

"Sire! You ate the mu-"

"Of course I ate the HIC muffin!" Another hiccup, and another nearly two-hundred and fifty pounds were added to the King. He groaned as this happened, his whole frame now large enough to properly beach him in place and keep him from standing again. "It was a muffin! How could I not HIC eat it?!" Another burst of weight, and another swell of scales on the King. His limbs were quickly becoming useless, fattening out further than the Koopa had hoped they could get. His belly looked to be a massive explosion of flesh, the yellow, large scales on it positively bloated with rolling tides of fat that they were being somehow tasked with keeping in check. The Koopa's shell looked to almost be an afterthought at this point, sinking in on all sides to the burgeoning rolls of scaly lard that surrounded it. The bracers on his wrists had burst off, and even the crown which had been atop his head was sinking in, ever so slightly, to the fat which was finding it's way onto the Koopa's head. He was swelling immensely, all of his frame finding places to store fat with every new influx of hundreds of pounds of blubber. With every burst of weight though, his whole frame seemed to grow just enough to manage that weight... Though there would be no more walking for the Koopa, that was for sure; over 1000 pounds of reptile would be too much for any set of legs.

"Sire, that was a _magical_muffin. We made it to expand your ki-"

"Why the HIC would you make it a muffin?!" The king bellowed, his frame expanding again and making his arms that much harder to move. The collars of fat which had once been his biceps were officially wider than they were long and meant that bending those arms was a nigh impossibility for the Koopa now. His legs weren't any better, the stalks of fat looking to just be there to further frame his expansive gut. That bulge of pure reptile lard swelled out past his toes now, a counterweight for the large pair of twin Koopa-hills behind him, both of which anchored King Koopa to the ground rather expertly. They also kept him from rolling onto his back, the fat of those mountains of green, scaly blubber enough to trap the King's tail in their fatty canyon and add even more rolls to their doughy owner. It was as if King Koopa was becoming something of a parody of his former self, and yet he didn't mind this in the least. Was there anger in his voice as he bellowed at the magikoopas for their error? OF course, but there was anger in the King's voice at all times; he hadn't tried to smite them yet, which meant to the mages that the king was actually enjoying his newfound predicament.

"We're so-"

Sorry? You're _so- BBBRRRRRAAAARRRRRRAAAAARRRRRRRRRUUUUUPPPPP!!- _"

"...Oh no..." That explosion of gas from King Koopa set off the expansion of the muffin like a bomb, taking the King from merely being a mass of blubber to something that was far more akin to a small house in a matter of moments. His burgeoning mass exploded out in all directions, his whole frame being thrust out yards around him as his fat ballooned. Rolls formed and then were crushed by new rolls, limbs sank more into the fat which was caked upon them like icing on the cake, and even the King's head sank in a little bit into the expansive surface of fat which unfolded out before him. None of the magikoopas had time to react, all of them pressed down and then under the expanse of pure Koopa fat in the blink of an eye. The King Koopa didn't even notice this, though, as he just screwed his eyes shut and felt himself grow. If he had been enjoying himself before, this was a new little bit of heaven for the Koopa. With the nature of his expansion being what it was, the feeling of growing to be something far larger than life only lasted a few moments, and it left King Koopa craving more even more than the food that he had developed a 'mild' addiction to. He _needed_a surge of size like that again, and even as a few hiccups rolled out of his muzzle and added nearly a full ton to his frame, the King Koopa didn't get the same rush of joy from growing that the belch had given him.

"Chefs!" King Koopa bellowed, a trio of koopalings racing into the room with ragged expression on their faces. King Koopa couldn't see them, but he could hear them come in, and then stop as they all gaped at the sheer size their king had managed to attain in such a short time. They had been serving him minutes prior, and while he had been fat, to see him fill nearly a third of the expansive throne room now with his flab was a shock. One nearly fainted upon that sight, another having to catch them in a small scuffle that made the King chortle. "Bring me all the wine in the cellars, by the keg. Get the guard to help you, and do it now!"

"B-But y-" one of the koopalings started, his voice clearly laden with concern. "You're so..."

"Never seen a fat Koopa before?! Get used to it, welp!" King Koopa shouted, his voice so deep now with his added size that he nearly shook the very foundation of the castle with his shouting. The entire castle heard his cries of being fat, and while some chuckled because their king had indeed let himself go... Others heard just how deep that call was and got somewhat nervous. Those nerves were only heightened when the chefs of the castle came running up to them, asking for anyone they could get to come help lug the wine up from the cellar beneath the castle. None of the chefs said why, but their shocked faces and wide eyes as they did so were all most needed to see that something was clearly amiss with their King. Nonetheless, they all did as they were told, and started rushing to the cellar in order to retrieve the wine. The King had a penchant for the stuff, and there were a great many kegs down there... But according to the chefs, they would need every single one of them brought to the throne room.

As the first deliveries arrived, each koopa who set food in the room gaped at their King. None had ever seen a koopa even approaching their King's size, a size that seemed to undulate and quake even though the King looked incapable of even basic movement. His fat was doing all the moving for him though, and it showed as each breath he took, every little hiccup that came from his maw and added over a thousand pounds of blubbery dough to his frame, and every prod from a koopaling to see if the King was even real, sent waves of rippling lard along that scaled hide of their leader. King Koopa didn't seem upset by this in the least, instead too occupied with drinking the wine he was being brought by the barrel. A system had been quickly devised by the chefs, a few clambering up their expansive King and sinking down nearly to their waists in the fat of the Koopa. King Koopa just laughed at the sight rather devilishly, another reason to relish his newfound size making itself apparent to him as he saw his underlings nearly be devoured by it. Of course, once the wine started flowing... King Koopa didn't pay that much mind. Instead, he just made sure to always have some of the wine inside his muzzle. His maw needed to be busy so that no gas could escape, and none of that muffin's magic had time to kick in.

Barrel, after barrel, after barrel was emptied into the Koopa. The stuff wasn't strong, but after over 30 barrels of the stuff, their leader was beyond merely inebriated. Sloppily drunk, King Koopa was a giggling, groping mess inside the sea of himself. He gurgled as he spoke, his stomach matching those gurgles with its own as it sloshed audibly from all of the wine it contained. King Koopa just grabbed and groped at his own heft with what little range of motion he had with his arms, little groans and purrs of happiness coming from the sloshed Koopa as the last of the wine was emptied down into the reptilian lush. He hadn't hiccuped, belched, or done anything to grow during his time drinking the wine, somehow managing to keep that part of his willpower intact even as the rest of his mind crumpled in the fact of a winery's worth of wine. The orders he barked out between barrels had become increasingly erratic, ranging from rubbing of his stomach in order to further shake up the contents of that grandiose bulge of blubber, to just going and getting him some bread in order to absorb the wine for the time being, and making him even more gassy in the process. It was a mess of a time for the King and left all of his underlings rather exhausted as the last of the wine found it's way into the King. King Koopa, on the other hand, was in his own little blissful piece of heaven. He was larger than life, drunk as a skunk, and being waited on hand and foot by those around him. He had no complaints, none at all... Aside from, well...

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The explosion of gas from the King's maw was enough to quake the entire castle, some less sturdy parts collapsing under the force of that explosion. Koopalings atop King Koopa were sent flying across the room, popping into their shells and flinging off the wall across the room before bouncing back against their king. This little rebound forced out several more uproarious belches from the head Koopa, each one as voluminous and raunchy as the first. King Koopa's eyes were wide as this happened, and everyone in the room seemed to fall silent in shocked awe from the show they had just seen.

No one was ready for what came next.

What could only be described as a fatsplosion occurred, King Koopa swelling from his throne room, then throughout the castle, and then over the castle in an instant. He blew up like a bomb went off in his stomach, and the fat found it's way into him and then around him with such force that walls, buildings, trees, and even nearby mountains didn't stand a chance against the King Koopa's outpouring of blubber. Tonnage careened all around the reptile, his bloating form just expanding across the land like a tidal wave of tubbiness. The King couldn't even begin to describe how wondrous it felt, low groans emanating from somewhere around where his head was, even if that place on the amorphous fat balloon was nigh impossible to find. Indeed, anything even resembling the King Koopa's former self was impossible to find, his only distinguishing features being the green scales of his hide and the yellow scales of his belly, both of which grew right along with the absurdly rapid expansion of the fat in his frame. The king expanded without an end in sight for nearly as long as his belches had lasted, though the initial burst had been with so much force that it was hard to even tell where he had wound up growing to. The King Koopa couldn't see where he was, or even guess thanks to the fact that he could feel that he covered miles in every direction... And he loved it.

He could also feel another belch coming on.

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