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The late morning sun shone down on Bowser's tall, dark, stone castle. A dry, rocky road circled the castle, just inside of its deep moat of boiling lava. A large, spiked double door led into the castle. On either side of that door, though, large flower beds popped with brilliant colors.

Peach sat on a mat with her legs folded under. She tended to the left flower bed, trimming here and watering there. Her long, slender legs folded neatly under her tight, pert backside. Her pink dress fanned out around her, while her white gardening apron draped over its front. Peach's svelte waist curved inward from her hips. Her bust, though petite, still rounded with her bosom. The straps of her apron tied over her puffy shoulder pads, and she held a pair of snippers in her garden-gloved hand. She hummed the castle theme with a smile. Her long, blonde hair was up in a bun, and she wore a wide-brimmed straw hat to keep the sun out of her eyes.

She respected Bowser's need for a large, imposing castle, but that didn't mean it had to be drab.

A new fruit grew on a bush. It was round, red, and had the ears and trunk of an elephant.

She leaned forward towards the strange fruit. It looked wonderful. She snipped it off and grabbed it.

Bowser's husky, cheerful voice greeted her. "Oh Peeeaches!" His voice was warm like the sun's rays.

She looked up with an eager, reflexive smile.

There he stood. His broad hindpaws led up to thick, sturdy legs. Behind him, his swinging tail gave away his glee. The strong, handsome man had a round, firm shell and meaty, powerful arms. A toothy grin occupied his snout, under his big, goofy nose. With one forepaw, he swept back his voluminous, red hair. With his other paw, he extended a tulip to Peach. "Why do you do all this gardening? I can make all the flowers in the world for you, baby! I hate seeing you work."

Peach set aside her hat and took off her apron. Then, she stood with her new fruit in hand. She leaned against Bowser's chest, holding herself close to his hard shell. She ran her free hand down his chest, stroking him. "Because I like to. It's not just about having flowers. It's about the time, effort, and love I put into them. This is our home, and I want to put myself into it!" She grabbed Bowser's plump cheek and smooched him, pressing her delicate lips to his broad face. "But I'm grateful. You take good care of me."

Bowser wrapped his arm around Peach's back, holding her sure in his grip. "Oh baby, you take EXCELLENT care of me!" He parted his lips and put them to hers. His tongue entered her mouth, and he lapped at her tongue exuberantly. He was a sloppy kisser, but his sheer eagerness melted Peach's heart. He backed out, unfortunately dripping a little saliva on the way. "So, whaddaya got there?" He looked down to the strange, new fruit.

She held up the elephant-shaped apple. "I'm not sure! It looks good, though. I was about to try it."

Bowser shrugged. "I don't see anything wrong with eating a random mystery fruit!"

Peach wrapped her lips around the fruit's trunk and bit it off. The sweet, wet fruit crunched between her teeth, releasing a refreshing taste like a grape. Next, she nibbled off one ear. She chewed slowly and gracefully, but it was difficult to restrain herself with such a delectable treat. Eager for more, she ate the other ear. The sun overhead warmed her, Bowser's hold secured her, and now, this red fruit delighted her.

She looked to Bowser. "Do you want any? It tastes just wonderful!"

He smiled gently. "No, I just like watching you. You're so cute when you eat."

Peach emptied her mind as she swallowed small, elegant bites of her fruit. Nothing else in the world mattered when she stood in Bowser's embrace. She felt such a sense of peace and security that her mind ceased any thought. Instead, she leaned against his sure shell. Her only concern was to enjoy her fruit.

In time, her teeth whittled the fruit down to its core.

Her feet felt stuffy. Maybe the sun was getting to her after working outside for so long. Then, her feet burst through the sides of her shoes and crushed their soles. "Eep!"

Bowser's expression drooped. "Are you alright?"

Her calves grew heavy, and she could feel their skin dry out. "I--I don't know...!" Her thighs enlarged next. Not only did they feel heavy and dry, but the undersides of her thighs brushed against the top of her calves. Her legs were so thick now that each leg squished into the other, and even her upper legs squashed over her lower legs. They didn't chafe, luckily. Both the arid thickness of her skin and the fluffy nature of their flesh made the feeling benign. All of it happened under the skirt of her dress, though, and beyond her view.

When her hips widened, she could finally see what was going on. They started petite and slim. In a matter of moments, they broadened. A heavy doughiness filled them and rounded them, giving her thick, jutting curves. Her backside inflated at the same time. At her upper legs, she could feel her cheeks grow heavier and heavier. They even touched her upper thighs. She felt the folds where her large legs met her bulbous buttocks.

Even with her expanding hips, her dress stayed on. It stretched to meet her width, but at the cost of length, now permitting a breeze to brush her ankles.

Her belly stretched her dress further as gallons of pudge filled into it. Looking down, Peach watched as her own gut swelled like a balloon. Unlike a balloon, though, it was heavy. It bloated into Bowser's stomach. Its soft contours smooshed his shell and pushed her away. She felt the voluminous squish now occupying her middle, and she felt Bowser's hard shell through that squish.

He kept his arm wrapped around her, even as he had to make more room for her.

In disbelief, she put her hands to her stomach, and its fattening flesh pursed through her fingers. Her arms came next, and then her hands, thickening beside her growing waist. Now, she was hugging the fat of her stomach with the fat of her arms. Peach could finally see her drying, thickening skin and its rough creases. It took on a faint, pink color, nicely complementing her bright, pink dress. Her blimped waist pushed out her flabby arms. It also rode her dress further up her legs, exposing her knees. She didn't have any space between any of her body parts any more. Now, she had fat touching fat, filling her gaps with pillowy pudge.

She didn't have long to look at her stomach, because her breasts puffed up, blocking her view. As their skin expanded, she felt a strange, tingling gratification. She also felt their new girth weigh on her back and smother her upper belly. Their sides grew wide under her arms, and their fronts plumped far until they leaned on Bowser's chest. An embarrassing arousal filled her as she felt her weighty chest inflate against his firm shell.

Her neck thickened while the process worked its way up to her head. Her cheeks softened and plumped right under her eyes. Her ears thinned, and the breeze flopped them. That breeze brushed the back of her head and her scalp, and she realized she had gone bald.

At last, a weird tension filled her nose. She wanted to sneeze. That tension popped, and her nose extended into a long, elephantine trunk, right down into her bust and against Bowser.

She was dumbfounded. "Wowie zowie!!"

Bowser held his mouth agape, wordless. His eyes darted up and down her body. His horrified gaze burned shame into her.

Peach's stomach sank. "It's just a powerup. I'm sure it's temporary!"

Bowser released his embrace and turned away, abandoning her.

A lump welled in her throat. Suddenly, the kind sun scorched her, and the gentle breeze froze her.

A trilling blast sounded from the other side of Bowser, and a plume of purple smoke erupted and dissipated.

He turned back to her. One arm gripped her shoulders in a firm embrace. His other arm held up a wondrous bouquet of roses and lilies. He grinned from ear to ear--or, in his case, horn to horn.

A wave of relief washed over Peach, and she giggled. "Aww. They're perfect." She took the bouquet and tried to smell it, but her nostrils were in a different place than she was used to. Then, she tried to kiss Bowser, but she bonked her trunk into his face. Her peck landed on the underside of her trunk. "Oops, hehe!"

Then, her feet shrank, and the crushed remains of her shoes poked her feet's tender skin. Her calves and thighs receded, and her hide no longer rubbed against itself. Her hips sucked inward, and her dress elongated back to the ground. Her belly flattened, leaving a strange gap between her and Bowser, and her waist tightened, leaving her arms to fall. Her breasts compressed, turning from fatty and sloshy back into their normal, pert selves. Her long, blonde hair blasted from her scalp and down to her shoulders. Then, her trunk snapped up and retreated into her thin nose. She laughed from the rush of her rubbery pudge tightening back into her body.

Bowser hugged her firm. "Well, that was an interesting powerup!"

* * * * *

On a sunny, spring day, Peach hosted Daisy in the castle sunroom. They sat on opposite sides of a small, white table. A wide, glass window let sunshine wash over a swath of the pink-carpeted room.

Peach's faithful goomba, Goomsworth, pulled a yoke in his mouth. He was long accustomed to its rubber taste and its feel on the edges of his mouth. Behind him rattled a dining cart. It carried a shining, porcelain teapot and two teacups, like usual. This time, though, it also held a strange, red fruit shaped like an elephant's head.

Daisy sat in one chair. Her yellow dress swept down to the floor, and it spread over the seat of her chair. The dress cinched at her tight waist, then puffed outward with round shoulderpads and a curvy bust. Her dark-skinned arms wore white, elbow-length evening gloves, which she clasped together as she chatted with Peach. Her cute, round cheeks smiled, while her brunette hair fell about her shoulders elegantly. "What does the new powerup do?" Daisy was her normal, excitable self.

Peach, as usual, maintained a level, cordial tone. Unlike her normal self, though, she looked just a touch softer. Her dress had been recently tailored, and it clung tight to her waist. While not exactly thick or chubby, her waist had filled out, no longer sporting a slender, inward curve. Her bosom had grown, too, with breasts that pushed fulsome orbs in her dress. Her jawline no longer featured sharp angles, since a thin layer of pudge padded it. "I can't spoil it. You'll just have to try for yourself!" She took a sip of tea while eyeing Daisy mischievously.

Daisy looked to the cart behind Goomsworth. "Is that it?"

Peach looked, too. "Yes!" She leaned down, towards the goomba. Her waist bunched against her lap, while her bulbous breasts hung over him. They loomed over him like two overripe peaches. She reached down and pet him affectionately. "Thank you!" Her warm, caring touch always soothed him.

Goomsworth pursed his lips and stepped back, setting down the yoke. "Of course, Your Highness. Just let me know if you require anything else." He stepped aside, free of the cart.

Daisy reached over his head, to the cart, and grabbed the elephant fruit. "It looks delicious!" She opened her mouth, ready to bite in.

Peach held up her hand. "Ah-ah-ah! You should stand up first. If you're sitting in that chair, you might... well, I won't ruin the surprise for you."

Daisy cocked her head with a devious smirk. "I see. This is another one of those powerups that's going to give me a tail, isn't it? And you don't want me to sit on my own tail, of course!" With the fruit in hand, she stood. She opened wide. Cracking a wet snap, she bit off an ear. "Mmmm!" She munched happily and swallowed. "It tastes like those berries the yoshis enjoy so much!" She bit back in, working further along the face of the fruit.

Daisy normally enjoyed food with dainty nibbles. This time, though, she took big, alluring chomps. She cranked her maw wide open, put her teeth to the fruit, and shredded her teeth down through its crunchy, moist meat. Her big, luscious bites showed no restraint in how much she enjoyed the sweet food. To the contrary, she seemed eager to ingest as much at once as possible, as if her pleasure heightened the further she stuffed her mouth.

Goomsworth maintained his outward composure with an unmoving mouth and casual brow. Inward, he felt a flutter in his stomach, as if watching her eat was scandalous. He hoped that the heat in his cheeks didn't show.

With loud, lusty smacks, Daisy tore the end of the fruit's meat from its core. Her lips met one last time before she chewed, subtly gyrating her chin. She set the core back on the cart. As she did, her feet widened, demolishing her shoes. Her toes shortened to nothing, and they grew tall, thick toenails. "Huh. Should I feel anything?" Evidently, she couldn't tell what was happening beneath her very skirt.

Goomsworth stifled his laughter.

Peach smiled furtively. "Ohh, you will, any second now!" She looked aside to Goomsworth and winked.

The skin on Daisy's feet encrusted to a pale, brown hide. Her ankles tripled in thickness. Then, her calves billowed, bowing outward with pudgy sacks. No longer firm and tight, they jiggled as their weight settled. Her thighs thickened next while pounds of adipose poured into them. During their expansion, their skin dried and hardened, forming incongruent creases along their fat length. Their heft slouched atop her calves.

And Goomsworth watched from below with a perfect view.

Daisy looked down, and her jaw dropped. "What's happening to me?!"

Pudge pumped into her hips next, widening them and pushing the skirt of her dress outward. Her haunches expanded four times over with girth. The way her dress rode up, it exposed her bloomers to the short Goomsworth. Her hip's curved dimples pressed into her bloomers. Her stomach poured into it with a round slab of flab that covered the very tops of her legs. Her thighs, hips, and lower belly all pulled her underwear tight, stretching its fabric thin. It probably only stayed on due to the magic of the powerup.

The magic of the powerup also explained how Daisy's dress contained her ever-expanding waist. At her sides, a chunky lower roll of her waist slouched over the skirt of her dress. That roll cascaded over her front and contributed to the roly poly bulge in the front of her dress. Her stomach inflated like a balloon, pushing outward in every direction with a sphere of blubber. It blimped bigger than her arms could hold.

Daisy nervously giggled while her hands explored her growing stomach. "Ohhh--I feel so heavy~!"

Her hands puffed up, turning her fingers into meaty digits. The thickness spread up her forearms. Starting at her wrist, her skin expanded with a thin layer of fat. An inch up, her forearm expanded just a touch further. Another inch up, her forearm expanded more. As the fattening process worked its way up her arm, it turned her skin into a hard and crusty hide. Above her elbows, her biceps surged out and bounced with fat. Her burgeoning arms deepened the doughy crease at her elbows, smooshing her biceps and forearms together.

Daisy's bust swelled between her cushy arms. They started as petite teardrops of softness. As they enlarged, their underboobs grew broad and overlooked her globular stomach, while their sides brushed out against her arms, growing wider than her shoulders.

Her arms moved up to cradle her newfound assets, and their heft relaxed in her pudgy hold. "S--so strange...!" A red hue flushed her cheeks.

After fat girded her neck, those cheeks fattened and dried, just like the rest of her below. Her ears shifted up the sides of her head as they lengthened. Wide and thin, her ears flopped and dangled her earrings. Her hair receded, leaving a scalp of hide wearing a bronze crown. Finally, her nose pumped out, bulging and round. Its bottom extended and thinned. It slinked down over her breasts and stopped halfway down her belly, forming a long trunk. As lovely as she appeared before, Princess Daisy was somehow more charming as an elephant.

She stumbled back. "Wowie zowie!" She opened her arms wide and fumbled, trying to catch her balance. With each uneasy stomp, her big gut wobbled, and her breasts jostled. She haphazardly spun on one heel. After turning, her butt loomed over Goomsworth. Its two cheeks sloped outward in thick rolls of lard, and their fat rested heavy along the tops of her thighs. Over her ass, a short tail stuck straight out. While she staggered, her hips swayed her ass side to side, slinging its rubbery heft in her tight underwear.

Goomsworth watched in awe. He counted the dancing derriere dimples all across her blobby butt.

Daisy's heels came out from under her. The skirt of her dress whipped up around her as she fell, and her butt crack showed through her stretched bloomers. Her two cheeks, big and soft, approached Goomsworth like two fatty meteors.

With a heavy slam, they squashed him to the floor.

* * * * *

The path to Bowser's castle was long and hard. Rough, craggy terrain offered uneasy footing between rivers of menacing lava. Sharp, leafless trees grew up from cracks in the rocky ground. Crowbers sat on their branches, watching and waiting. In the sky above, thick, black clouds blotted out the sun. More light came from the lava below than from above.

Mario slung off his cap and wiped sweat from his brow. He looked up, and he saw that his journey was finally at an end.

Bowser's castle loomed before him. The tall, stone castle seemed red in the glow of the lava. It sat within the protection of a vast moat, and its drawbridge was up. The castle flowers were looking nice today.

Mario approached the outer edge of the moat. He looked up to the parapets above. There, he spotted two koopa troopas, so he shouted to them. "It's-a me, Mario!"

The koopas snickered to each other, then strolled out of Mario's view.

After a few moments, the chains of the drawbridge shook. The winch at its base grinded, and it unreeled with a metallic clanking. The heavy bridge slowly descended, extending towards Mario's side of the moat. It met the ground with a bone-rattling thud.

Mario walked across the bridge.

As he did, the giant doors of Bowser's castle creaked open. An elephant approached, walking on two legs. Her hide was pink, and she wore a pink dress, just like the Princess'. It seemed a little short on her, though, awkwardly showing her white bloomers. The elephant's chunky feet stomped, heavy and loud, but her legs swayed long and elegantly. She had the weight of an elephant but the bearing of a princess. Her thick gait swung her wide hips side to side, pushing her round hips left and right in turn. The swaying fat at her hips hypnotized Mario for a moment.

The elephant's rotund belly bobbed. She held her tubby arms out to her sides as she walked, carrying them above her bulging waist. Two breasts like sloshing p-balloons filled her bosom. Their fat jiggled and jostled endlessly, constantly bouncing from the force of her stomp, the sway of her gut, and their own full, fatty curves. Her cheeks, though, plump and cute, bordered an unhappy frown. She straightened her trunk.

Mario's chest tightened in the awe of such a beauty. "Hellooo! I have a message for-a da Princess and-a da Bowser!" He took a large, laminated card from his pocket.

The elephant raised her brow. "Mario. I'm a queen now." Her voice was husky yet familiar. Her dress looked just like Princess Toadstool's, and so did the crown sitting atop her head.

While she glared at him, her floppy ears pulled inward. Her trunk shortened, hovering about her chest but getting ever shorter. The elephant's hips and waist thinned a few inches. Her slowly receding hips let her dress fall further along her legs, now reaching to her knees. Her legs shrunk an inch or two in width, and the creases in their hide smoothed over. Nubby feet extended from the bottom of her legs, barely jutting with huge toenails.

Mario held his breath a moment. He couldn't reconcile the image of this elephant with the person he knew to be the queen of this castle. Unsure of himself, and trying to grasp the situation, he uttered something. "...Toadstool?"

The elephant crossed her arms, pushing up her ample breasts. "Yes, I kept my last name. But I'm still Queen of the Koopas, got it?"

She was still changing. Blonde hair sprouted from under her crown and inched along her scalp. Her ears tightened more, now looking like comically oversized human ears. Her trunk receded up to her chin. The Princess' bubbly cheeks sucked inward, dulling their jutting curves. Her bust shrank. Her breasts were still large and round, but they were no longer ponderous orbs. Her belly lost its heft, too, and it only pushed a potbelly into her dress. Her ever-thinning waist and hips straightened her silhouette, going from a roly poly ball to a heavy bulge. The Princess' dress lowered halfway down her calves. Her bare feet, though oversized, had defined toes.

Through all of this, her sapphire eyes remained unchanged.

Mario was elated that he had correctly guessed the elephant's identity. "Woo-hoo!" He offered her the card again.

She took it this time, and her eyes scanned the card. "Dear Princess and Bowser, you are cordially invited to the Mushroom Kingdom Frisbee Tournament. Please RSVP by March 10th."

While she read, her transformation continued. Thick, brilliant hair trailed down the back of her head in bright, golden locks. Her miniature trunk shortened further, pulling into her face as a dainty nose. The Princess' cheeks only kept a minor plumpness. They weren't elephantine, but they were not the svelte cheeks that Princess Toadstool formerly had. Her neck and shoulders compressed, giving her a delicate physique. Her stomach didn't flatten, but did recede to a shallow bowl. Her skirt hid any curves that might have lingered on her lower body, and it concealed her bare feet, as well.

She looked to him. "We'll think about it." She turned and walked inside the dark castle foyer. Her hips shook more vigorously than Mario remembered, tossing her long skirt to and fro.

* * * * *

Peach stood in their bedroom, gazing at the mirror in panties and a loose crop top. Navy, rhombus-shaped blocks lined the walls, while a plush, green carpet cushioned her feet.

By now, Peach was no stranger to cushioning. Her pale legs padded gently with fat. From her ankles, her calves tapered upward and outward, until they peaked just below her knees. Peach's thighs grinded together, hugging each other under her panties in warm slabs of flesh. Those panties clung tight to her hips, biting into their newfound weight. She turned around, then looked over her shoulder. Her two bulbous cheeks wobbled as she stopped, and her panties rode up into the crack. She would have to go up another size soon.

She turned back to her front. Her lower belly pushed down on the waistband of her panties, increasing the tension on her backside. But it didn't stop there. Her stomach muffin topped her panties, dipping a few inches past her waistband in a wide arc of pudge. The sides of her stomach hung from her waist. She patted her belly, and it rippled from its hanging roll all the way up to its rounded top. Her finger explored her waist, prodding deep into the fold above her hip. Heck, even her arms jiggled a bit with their flab. Spelunking her plush roll made her feel even thicker and fatter.

Her pajama top draped loose over her heavy breasts. The meaty handfuls weighed hard on her back, but it was nice to let the girls loose. They had spent the day stuffed in a bra. Plus, her underwire cut uncomfortably into her gut.

Turtle folk weren't the best at tailoring bras, but Peach should have expected that.

Her newly rounded face gazed in the mirror with a frown. She was just so round, soft, and pudgy.

The large, spiky door behind her creaked open. Bowser stomped into the bedroom with one forepaw rubbing an eye. "Phew... ready for bed?" Despite his warm, casual tone, his appearance alarmed Peach.

She had just been examining her fat, after all. Peach winced and looked at him through the mirror. "I guess."

Sleepily, Bowser dragged himself over to Peach. From behind, he wrapped his big, strong arms around her chest. "What's upsetting my Peachy Weachy?"

Peach gripped his arms. "I'm worried. I'm not the same princess you kidnapped." She awaited his critique.

Bowser grinned. "You're not! You're my queen." His meat-headedness, normally charming, was grating.

Peach looked down. "No, I mean... Every time I eat an elephant fruit, it takes me longer to transform back. I spent all day yesterday transitioning from an elephant back into a human. And even now, I still have... this." In order to cut to the chase, she had to show Bowser the absolute worst of it. She let go of his arms and put her hands to her underbelly. She hefted it, then released it, letting her fat slap against her front.

Bowser frowned thoughtfully and paused. "Alright then. If that's bothering you, I'll get Kamek to come up with a potion to remove your tummy." It was sweet and all that he was concerned about what she wanted.

Peach would have to be more direct to force him to say what he wanted instead. She drew a deep breath. "Is that what you want?"

Bowser squeezed her, toying with the plush give of her fat. "Nope! We've had a lot of fun with those elephant fruits, right?" Despite his friendly smile, it felt like he was digging into Peach's shame with both his words and his pudge-squishing touch.

Her heart thumped. She could scarcely speak in the face of that. "Y--yes..."

"Then let's keep having fun." Bowser put his lips to her plump cheek, and he smooched her deep. Then, he lowered one hand to her stomach. His claws stroked tenderly along her underbelly crease as he took hold of her stomach hang. His touch through her folded flesh soothed her. "Unless it's bothering you."

Peach nuzzled Bowser's cheek. "No... I just need better bras."

* * * * *

Bowser sat back on their vast, soft bed. A big pile of red, spike-proof pillows propped up his back. Under him, a green comforter spread out. He hugged Peach from behind and rested his jaw on her chunky shoulder. Beside the bed, a silver cart held empty plates. Only one dish remained covered. Bowser couldn't wait to offer it.

Peach had been in elephant form for a week now, with no sign of turning back. She laid against him, resting her back to his stomach and chest. She was still in her pajamas, since they had just concluded breakfast. A big, floppy ear tickled the side of Bowser's face. Her chubby cheek rested on his cheek, and she stroked his chin with her trunk. It was so cute, the way she played with her new nose.

Her back fat pressed to him like a warm pillow, pleasing the heat-seeking ectotherm. Her back was thinnest at its middle, while its sides billowed with rippling rolls of pudge. They molded around the front of Bowser's shell like a shallow hug of blubber. Her crop top cut into her shoulder fat and narrowly contained her melon boobs. They sat, heavy but sloshy, atop her rotund gut. That gut spilled its fat out in front of her and draped over the insides of her tubby thighs. It was a luxurious blanket fit for a queen.

Bowser stroked her jutting middle and listened to its busy gurgles. "How was breakfast?" His claws gently played at her tubby tummy.

Her ass scrunched against Bowser's crotch and pushed his legs apart with heavy, squishy lard. Each cheek was bigger than her elephantine head. Her own legs splayed apart in front of her and spread their fat across the bed. They ended in thick, stubby feet. Her legs, relaxed over the bed, flaunted every queenly roll and dimple in their girthy elephant hide.

She put her chubby hand on his forepaw, holding it to her gut. "Just scrumptious!"

Bowser's other forepaw pet her plush, pudgy bicep. He ran his hard, scaly fingers along her heavy hide. "I was thinking. What do you think would happen if you ate an elephant fruit while you're an elephant?"

Peach giggled, wobbling her bulky girth against his stomach and crotch. The bed creaked under her shaking heft. "I don't know."

Bowser reached over to the food cart. His forepaw approached the last covered dish. He grabbed its cloche and set it aside, revealing an elephant fruit. "Wanna find out?"

Peach stroked her puffy chin with her trunk. "Wellll... what the heck. Let me try it."

Bowser plucked the fruit and held it to her lips. His heart thumped against his shell in anticipation.

She opened wide and sank her teeth into it. With a loud, succulent crunch, she tore through its meat. Her big bite exposed the core.

Bowser turned it for her to show her a fresh side.

Her cheeks jiggled while she shredded another chomp. She looked so seductive when she ate from his paw. Peach looked cute when eating; she looked hot when eating from him.

Bowser steadily turned the elephant fruit, enabling her to suck down mouthful after mouthful. His excitement mounted as he watched her take bite after bite from the food in his paw.

Both of them were just as ravenous for her to eat the elephant fruit. In under a minute, she swallowed it all, leaving only the core.

Bowser set the core on the tray. Now that he was released from Peach's masticating trance, he noticed the heavy breathing in his chest.

Peach idly rubbed her belly. "Hmm. Maybe nothing will happen. Oh well, it was a good snack anyway." Her hand looked so tiny as it fluffed her giant belly.

Bowser rubbed her sides, enjoying the plush squish of her thick waist. From the excitement of feeding Peach, he had forgotten that he was anticipating something to happen afterwards.

As if to remind him, her stomach gurgled louder and louder. It built up to a deep groan. She moaned. "Ohhh my, here it comes!"

Her ass surged out, suddenly expanding until it covered Bowser's thighs. Its lard expanded like a dump truck spilling a river of pudding.

Fat flooded into her legs. They thickened with cushy rolls and cute dimples until each one was wider than Bowser's waist. They sank deeper and deeper into the bed and crashed into each other with cushy bulges.

Her belly gushed forward, and it smothered over her lap, down past her knees. Its growth pushed Bowser's arms apart, filling even more of his grasp with warm blubber.

On her back, pillowy love handles puffed softer and softer. They flooded back around Bowser, hugging his waist and armpits. Her fat sealed him against the pillows behind him.

Heavy lard inflated her breasts. Their rotund tops pushed her crop top upward, while their broad, pudgy undersides poured out under her top. Naked, they blimped into globes big enough to fill her arms. They smothered the top of her belly, and their round summits peaked level with her cheeks.

Bowser reached for her huge, mammalian globes, but their voluptuous fat was beyond his reach.

Her chin plumped further, wobbling over her collarbone, and her cheeks swelled more, grazing her chunky shoulders and molding over Bowser's snout.

The couple sat still a moment, waiting to see if Peach was finished.

She wrapped her enormous arms under her massive breasts. "Wowie zowie..."

The bed creaked. It had taken more weight than it was used to.

The bed frame cracked, and the mattress jerked down.

The couple remained still, awaiting the inevitable.

Then, the bed collapsed. Peach yelped, Bowser hollered, and the koopa couple crashed to the floor.

A thick mattress and several pillows softened Bowser's fall, but Peach's huge girth walloped him. He groaned from the ache.

Peach looked over her shoulder. "Are you okay?" She was shaken, but otherwise unbothered.

Bowser shook off the pain. He had a hard shell, after all. "I'm more than okay." He groped her immense gut and dug his claws into her pliant blubber. He leaned forward and smooched her flabby cheek.

Peach twisted her meaty waist towards him. She raised her trunk and parted her lips. Her fatty chin smooshed out under her jaw. She planted her lips on his.

He plunged his tongue into her mouth.