“Bigger Is Better”

    “This thing is supposed to make me a better king...?” Bowser rumbled, looking down at the small wooden box in his hands. The koopa troopa that had brought it to him fidgeted and squirmed as the king's gaze turned to him next. 

    “Y-yes Sire! The traveling merchant I bought it from told me it would make any man 'larger than life'!” He stammered out, hoping the turtle tyrant would be pleased. If things went well, he could get promoted to a paratrooper, maybe even a hammer bro! He'd need the promotion too. Whatever the little box contained, it had cost the koopa more than he'd like to admit. 

    Bowser looked from the koopa, down to the box, and back up to the koopa. He sighed and shrugged, pulling the box open to reveal... golden bracelets? He reached in and pulled them out, holding them up to the light to examine them. They shone beautifully, and the king's face spread into a toothy grin. 

    “Well, I suppose the right decoration can make any king look even kinglier!” He laughed, pulling his spiked straps off and tossing them aside for the moment. He pulled the golden bands into place around his wrists and snapped them closed. They had a nice, solid weight to them, cool against his scales. 

    “S-so you like them, my king?” The koopa stammered, hopeful. He watched as Bowser admired the golden bands around his wrists, eyes starting to droop. “My king?” He asked, a bit concerned. 

    “So... shiny...” Bowser mumbled in response, staring at his own wrists. He didn't even notice the box tumble from his lap, onto the floor. Nor did he notice as it opened up and expanded into a glistening golden platform. All he noticed was the shine of his beautiful new bracelets. 

    “King Bowser!” The koopa shouted, stumbling back as long golden limbs extended from under that platform. The king's guards approached, spears readied, but one of those limbs whipped around and knocked them clear across the room. They were out cold. 

    Two long, jointed golden limbs snaked towards the throne, their blunt tips connecting to Bowser's bracelets with a soft 'click' sound. The limbs tugged, and the king of koopas was pulled off his throne and forced to walk towards the platform. By then, even more limbs were emerging, a pair of them carrying more 'jewelry' for the king. They snapped into place around his ankles, and the machine lifted Bowser off the floor. 

    The poor koopa trooper could only watch, eyes wide as the king was lowered gently onto the platform. A long purple hose emerged from one end of the platform, a limb picking it up and stuffing it into his mouth. Something was pumped through it, and in a daze, Bowser began to drink. Another limb emerged from the platform's base, carrying a glowing screen. It displayed a dazzling array of lights, and as Bowser stared into it, his face relaxed and his eyes went wide. 

    'Bigger is better. Bigger is better.' A voice in the back of Bowser's head began to chant. At first, he was confused, but as he continued to drink whatever the machine was pumping, as he looked into those glowing lights, he knew it was right. He wanted to be the better, so he simply HAD to be bigger!

    That realization seemed to trigger something in the machine. The flow in the hose sped up, and before long the king koopa's belly was starting to swell. It slowly pushed out against the platform, the limbs at Bowser's wrists and ankles slowly lifting him to give that growing gut more room. Ever gulp made Bowser more and more convinced he had to be bigger to be better, that size was all that mattered. And every gulp helped him gain that size, gut soon huge and sloshing beneath him. 

    “K-King Bowser...?” The koopa troopa slowly stood, walking to the king's side. The machine didn't seem to deem him a threat, allowing him to approach. He lifted a hand and slowly pressed it to that massive, swelling belly, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He'd never imagined something like this happening to the king, let along thanks to him! 

    He took a few steps back and looked up to Bowser's blank face. He didn't seem to be in pain... if anything, he almost seemed happy? The koopa troopa gulped and hoped he was. If the king was angry after all this was over, he was never going to get that promotion. He'd be lucky if he got to keep his shell!

    There was a heavy whirring sound that drew the troopa's attention. Something was emerging from behind the king! It rose into the air slowly, a heavy looking device of some kind. As the troopa stepped around the king's side to get a better look, a heavy blush spread across his face. It was, well, a giant dildo of some kind. The machine pushed it between the turtle tyrant's fat cheeks, tip right against Bowser's hole.

    The troopa blushed brighter as he watched the toy spray what seemed to be lube all over the king's pucker, then slowly it began to thrust into it. Thick, sloppy sounds filled the air as the toy picked up speed, pushing deeper and deeper into Bowser's backside with each thrust. It was still squirting lube the whole time too, and before long the troopa watching realized it was probably more of the same goo the purple hose in front was pumping. It seemed the machine was determined to fill Bowser from both ends. 

    With two inputs constantly gushing into him, the king grew even faster. His gut was now nearly as large as the rest of him, sagging heavily beneath him and onto the platform below. That great belly sloshed and gurgled as it swelled, joined by muffled moans from the king and lewd slurping from his backside. 

    The koopa troopa managed to stop staring at the king's spread rump and stagger backward as the machine continued to do its work, filling and fucking the turtle tyrant. He couldn't stop this alone... he'd just have to go fetch Kamek! He'd know what to do, surely! 
    
    He slowly made his way towards the throne room door, blushing and trying to ignore the king's increasingly loud moans. That toy was really picking up speed... 

    With one last glance to the bloating, moaning king, the koopa slipped out the door and bolted down the hall. He silently hoped no-one would discover the king before he could get help. More importantly, he hoped no-one would blame him! He gulped and just hoped that big, dumb smile on Bowser's face meant he was enjoying his new gift after all...






“The King's New Garden”

    Bowser stumbled through the halls, keg under one arm, goblet in his free hand. This 'mushroom brew'  he'd found in the kitchens was some good stuff! He'd already had half a dozen barrels, belly sloshing with every clumsy step. He'd earned it, though. Capturing a castle all on his own? Of course he deserved a reward!

    The koopa king let loose a rumbling belch and laughed as it echoed off the stone walls around him. He'd never been quite this tipsy before, but he wasn't worried one bit. All the Toads that had worked in the castle ran off when he arrived, and before they got back with help his army was sure to arrive. It was a perfect start to his latest invasion of the Mushroom Kingdom. 

    The turtle tyrant finished off his goblet of brew and poured himself another, giggling and hiccuping as he did. He'd never imagined those pathetic Toads could make something so tasty. The barrel under his arm was already half empty! He set his goblet down, up-ended the barrel, and chugged every single drop down. 

    The resulting belch echoed through the abandoned castle, followed by a loud “GWAR HAR HAR!” Picking his goblet back up, the koopa king continued to stagger and stumble through his captured castle. He wasn't sure where he was going, he was just killing time until his armies arrived. 

    His drunken stumble carried him down halls, upstairs, to and fro... until the king stepped out into the castle's central garden. He had to shield his eyes as he did, the sun bright and gleaming. It was a beautiful day for an invasion, the sky clear and the weather warm. Bowser couldn't help but take a moment and savor it. Soon his airships would fill the skies and strike fear into everyone for miles!

    He didn't stay long, though. His wobbly legs carried him into the garden itself, and he started to look around. There were beautiful plants of all kinds. Fireflowers, mushrooms... Bowser chuckled and stomped a few of those out. It was nothing like his garden at home. Thorny vines and piranha plants were all that grew there. 

    Speaking of piranha plants... Bowser stumbled into the middle of the garden only to be greeted by the biggest piranha plant he'd ever seen! It was as tall as he was, nestled in a bed of tangled vines that creeped out along the garden around him. It seemed surprised to see him but didn't move to attack. 

    Bowser grinned and looked over the plant. “You'd look great at my castle!” he slurred, stumbling forward and falling against the plant. It seemed concerned, vines extending from the mass beneath it to help hold Bowser up. He grumbled a thank you and rubbed over the plant's huge head. It purred happily, and Bowser snickered. 

    “So those Toads managed to tame a piranha plant, huh?” He rumbled aloud, smirking. “That's a shame! You're so big, you could easily bite a certain plumber I know right in two...” he laughed, stumbling back and slumping against a wall nearby. The plant leaned in and watched him, a bit confused but mostly curious. 
    
    Bowser continued to sip from his goblet, sprawled out and swaying. His belly sloshed and wobbled, and beneath that, his loins began to stir. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was the excitement of his oncoming invasion. Either way, the king's scepter was rising. 

    With a grunt, Bowser reached below his massive belly and started to pleasure himself. The piranha plant watched on, confused. Was the king scratching an itch? He didn't understand. Bowser didn't offer an explanation. He just drunkenly fondled himself, barely able to reach past his own bloated gut. 

    “Nggrrf... Dont' suppose -hic- you could help, eh?” He jokingly asked the tame piranha plant. It looked up at the king's face, then down to his member. Slowly it extended a vine, starting to rub at Bowser's cock. The koopa king groaned happily, surprised the plant was actually doing it! He wasn't complaining one bit, though. 

    “Ooh, that's good!” He panted, the plant seemingly encouraged by his words. It extended a vine to the king's foot, wrapping around it and pulling itself closer. The vine at bowser's cock began to loop around the shaft, stroking up and down. The plant was clumsy at first, but it slowly found the right rhythm and force to use to keep the drunken king moaning happily. 

    Bowser's fat shaft throbbed and swelled, pulsing in the plant's vines. His shaft began to drool pre, and the curious plant leaned in and licked that bit of slime up. Bowser let out a long, happy moan at that, and the plant grinned. It let its long, slimy tongue loll out, and began to lap at the king's throbbing shaft. The more it slurped, the less it used its vines, letting that huge tongue do all the hard work. 

    Bowser could barely keep up. He drunkenly wiggled and humped, spilling his brew all over, eventually dropping the goblet altogether. He just braced himself against the wall and watched as his new 'friend' slurped at his cock. 

    The tame plant seemed to be adoring the attention of the king, and his constant moaning only egged the plant on. With a grin, it opened ts mouth wide and wrapped its plump lips around that throbbing cock. Bowser let loose a long, happy howl at that, nearly hitting his peak then and there! He gushed pre into the plant's mouth, and it sucked it all down eagerly. 

    The piranha plant's vines began to rub at Bowser's balls, egging the koopa on further. It wasn't much longer before he blew his load, roaring and squirming as the plant eagerly gulped down his load. Bowser expected him to stop soon, but the plant didn't seem to agree. It just kept on rubbing, and slurping, and sucking that fat koopa cock. 

    The king slumped back against the wall with a weak groan, a mix of pleasure and drink helping him pass out. His dreams were filled with all sorts of lewd images, thanks to the ever-eager plant still sucking away. By the time his armies arrived, he'd need someone to 'save' him from the plant!

    For now, though, Bowser snored away happily, enjoying his lewd dreams and the plant's service. It truly was a wonderful start to his invasion...