“Okay Fox, why am I here again?” One very impatient bird squawked into his communicator. He took a look around the clearing he'd landed in, surveying the rolling hills and alien plant-life. One foot tapped impatiently, the pilot looking folding his arms across his chest. 

    “Ugh, really? Have you just NOT been listening?” A voice responded, sounding more than a little annoyed. “Okay, one last time. The planet you're on is an uninhabited, unmapped one. Since we're in the sector anyways, the Galactic Cartography Institute asked us to take some scans. BUT, the planet's odd atmosphere, while completely breathable, is blocking the Great Fox's scanners. So, you need to land, and let your Arwing do the scanning from within the atmosphere.”

    “No, Fox, I get that. I got it the first time. I mean, why am I down here? Isn't this usually Slippy's job?” Falco replied, dragging one of his wing-hands down his face in exasperation. He looked up, watching his Arwing auto-pilot it's way around the area, scanning as it went. 

    “Ugh, I told you THAT too! Slippy's on leave this week, so you're next in line.” Fox groaned. “And anyways, it's about time you did something other than tinker with your own ship!” He added with a bit of a huff. 

    “On leave? Oh, just my luck.” The blue bird complained, kicking a rock across the clearing. “What am I supposed to do for a whole day down here? I don't want to spend it cramped in the cockpit, but...” He trailed off, watching his automated Arwing fly over a nearby range of hills. He'd made a small camp nearby for when the time to sleep did come, and he could always call his Arwing back if he really needed it. 

    “Just relax!” Fox added, a bit of cheer creeping back into his voice. “Think of it as a mini-vacation, Falco. A nice, lush, comfy planet, all to yourself!” He was clearly trying to help his team-mate see the positive side of things, but it wasn't really working. 

    “A 'vacation' of nothing but orange grass and weird bushes? Great...” Falco sighed, looking around the clearing yet again with a frown. 

    Fox sighed and shook his head. “Okay, listen. Just relax, let your Arwing do its job, and we'll be back to pick you up soon, okay? If you need us earlier than that, use your Arwing's communicator to call the Great Fox. Your personal one won't be able to get through the atmosphere once we pull out of orbit.”

    “Ugh, acknowledged.” Falco grumbled, switching off his headset. He knew the Great fox had to do some more patrolling in this sector, but at least they wouldn't be too far off. That just left him and his 'mission', a task that consisted mostly of waiting. Falco was not happy. 

    He remained unhappy for the next hour or so, sitting alone in his little camp and opening up a data pad to go over his ship's schematics. It was something he knew by heart, sure, but he was just trying to distract himself. It failed, quite quickly, and the blue bird found himself slumped against a tree in total boredom. 
    
    He spent the next hour in a little pity-party for himself, grumbling and complaining about Fox, his team, the ship... anything he could think of. He was going to stick with this bad mood for the whole 24 hours, just to prove Fox wrong. 

    After a while though, he found himself relaxing more and more. The planet around him was so calm, so... peaceful. It was chipping away at his bad mood. The cool, comfy breeze, the exotic plant-life, the quiet burbling of a river nearby... It all served to slowly but surely quell the pilot's foul temperament. With a bit of a grunt, he heaved himself up to his feet. If nothing else, he could take a walk to kill some time. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...

    Falco found himself less and less grumpy as he took his walk, the sights and sounds and smells of the lush vegetation relaxing him. Everything on this planet had a pleasant, but very dense aroma about it. The trees, the grass, the bushes... everything was lush, leafy, and fragrant. 

    What Falco didn't notice was that fragrance's effect on his body. Something in the pollen and spores of the plants seemed to react with the avian's anatomy, and without any warning his body began to fatten up. It was very, very slight at first. A minor layer of pudge building on his slim tummy. His limbs growing just a bit thicker. His rump filling out his pants a tad more snugly. All very minor things, but before long it was adding up. 

    Falco, however, didn't seem to notice these changes. He was too busy thinking, and relaxing, and wandering to look down at himself with scrutiny. His clothes wee getting a bit more snug, sure, but he didn't really notice that either. 

    On and on the slight gaining continued, building a thicker and thicker layer of lard upon the unknowing avian's body. His shirt rode up to expose his slight tummy, his pants pulled taut around his thick rump, and his small moobs pressed heavily into the red fabric covering them. 

    The avian's pants were growing tight around the front, as well. The odd pollen in the air seemed to affect more than just Falco's weight. It was also enlarging his endowments! They grew at the same slow, gradual rate as the rest of him, once again slipping past the pilot's attentions. 

    Falco could only go so long without noticing though, and as he mounted a hill nearby, he felt a cool breeze across his belly. Looking down, his eyes went wide, seeing far more blue than he was used to. 

    “What the...!?” he cried, standing up and looking over himself. Since when was he this... porky? There was a nice, thick layer of lard all along him now, and it was growing thicker by the second. Falco could actually see his belly rising and feel his shirt tightening across his thick chest. It was an interesting sensation, to say the very least. 

    Just because he'd noticed the growth now didn't mean it was going to stop anytime soon, and it certainly did not. In fact, it only seemed to speed up, his thick ball-belly rounding out into a heavy, flabby gut in moments. His pants pulled tight around his fat, wide rump, and his shirt was starting to strain from the combined stretch of his gut and chest pushing at it. 

    Falco, of course, was quite distressed. He turned back towards camp and booked it, doing his best to rush back down the hill and through the thick foliage. It was slow going though, and that was when he hadn't been putting on weight with every breath. The added flab on his frame only made it go slower, the blue bird's blubbery body wobbling as he rushed along. 

    Those wobbles were growing much heavier and much more distracting, especially as Falco finally noticed the other component of his mysterious growth. His groin suddenly felt very snug in his pants, before the fly tore itself open and his bulge pushed through. His endowments had grown quite a bit, pushing up into the soft overhang of his belly. 

    “Oh, m-man...” He panted as he stopped his wobbly retreat, taking a moment to catch his breath and look down at himself. His gut was huge, warm and wide and soft as it hung down over his thighs. He gave it a squeeze and a poke, marveling at just how soft it really was. Pressing into its underside was something considerably less soft, the bird blushing as he realized his junk was growing quite a bit.

    It was almost an enjoyable sensation, really. The mounting warmth, the building weight... the pressure of his poor clothes straining to hold his growing body back. His shirt was little more than a bra now, really, snug across his generous chest. It was even starting to tear, the strain too much for the fabric to handle. 

    The weight gain and growth was building in speed quite rapidly, Falco noticed. His belly wasn't just gently pushing out anymore, it was surging further and further with each breath. The rest of his body did the same, wobbling outwards at an alarming pace. Falco groaned and tried to start off back towards camp again. He needed to get to the clearing so he could call his ship down, and then use it to call Fox!

    His return was interrupted as he walked face-first into a large bush nearby. His growing concern over his growth had him more than a little distracted. He stumbled away from it, unharmed, but he got a good whiff of its scent. That, of course, sped up his growth considerably, and it seemed to all focus in one area...

    Falco could feel the warmth building in his lower body, a strange pleasure pulsing through him. His pants grew taut in moments, and then tore apart as his ass and bulge both ballooned out to a massive size! Falco couldn't help but gawk as his lower half blimped up and out, his poor underwear stretching to their limits and then some. They seemed to hold, somehow, and Falco found himself thankful they did. 

    Not only was he sporting a rear so wide he could hide half the Arwing under it, but his junk was so huge and overgrown he could feel his bulge squishing into the soft grass below. His upper body had grown a good bit too, chest tearing through his shirt and belly bulging out ever fatter. How the hell was this happening, and more importantly, why was it happening to him?

    He'd have to worry about it later, he decided, putting on his best war-face and plodding along towards the clearing again. He wasn't far off, but god it was slow going now. Every clumsy and lumbering step made that monstrous ass of his bounce, bulge joining in and slapping against his thunder-thighs. His belly and chest did a good bit of jiggling and jostling too, making the poor bird blush and moan as he waddled through the forest. 

    There was a part of Falco, perhaps influenced by the pollen that had caused the growth, that was quite enjoying his 'fate'. He'd never been fat in his normal life, so the soft wobbling and warm jiggling of his bloating body were very new sensations. He found he quite liked them, even if they did make walking difficult to manage. 

    That enjoyment was the last straw for his poor underwear, the undergarment tearing into red shreds as his cock bounced up to full arousal. It was a massive monolith of a dong, bobbing before the avian as he waddled towards the clearing. His bloated balls dragged behind him as he went, thankfully quite comfy on the thick orange grass. 

    The rest of Falco's clothing detonated in a similar manner, his body just growing too large for them to keep up. Shirt, jacket, even his shoes all torn to shreds. the avian discarded what he could still reach to unencumber himself, just a little. 

    Thankfully, he'd finally reached the clearing. He called his Arwing in, and eagerly awaited it's arrival. While he sat there, not a whole lot to do, he found himself looking over his own blubbery form again. He was bigger than anyone he'd ever even read about, and it was amazing in a weird way. 

    He was only growing larger too, cock and balls leading the charge as they blimped up to hilarious size. His belly and rump soon caught up though, the former pressing heavily into his shaft, wobbling atop the meaty spire. Again, Falco found himself enjoying his 'plight' more than a little bit, and his cock responded with a heavy throb and a gush of thick, slimy pre. It seemed his output was growing too, the avian's glob of pre bigger than any load he'd ever blown. 

    His ship landed a moment later, and Falco did his best to heave himself over towards it. It was not easy, to say the least, but eventually the managed to shove his fat body towards it. The movement made that supple body wobble about even more, ass and gut jiggling lewdly and making the bloated bird even more flustered. He was REALLY starting to like this. 

    “Gotta call Fox...” He huffed, voice slightly muffled by his doughy cheeks. He leaned over his Arwing, cock pushed up under it, and reached into the open cockpit. There was no way in hell he was going to fit in there anytime soon, but at the very least he could get the distress signal going. After a few moments of awkward groping, he hit the right button and he heard his ship begin its distress signal. 

    Falco couldn't help but sigh in relief. Fox was an hour away, at most. All he had to do was hold out till then, and he'd be golden. That left him to do what Fox had wanted in the first place: relax. It was getting very easy to do so, the bird's body so plump he could barely move anymore. He'd just lay atop his soft belly and enjoy his 'predicament' for a while, he decided. He couldn't stop it, after all, so there was no reason not to have a little fun...


    What Falco didn't count on was Andross. The Great Fox was ambushed by a whole squadron of fighters, and it took Fox and company a full day and a half to fight them off. No one noticed Falco's distress call until after the battle, and by then the Great Fox was so damaged it was traveling at half speed. 

    Still, they were determined to answer Falco's call, worried that he'd been ambushed too. They rushed back towards the planet they'd left him on, making as many repairs as they could along the way in hopes of speeding up. It still took a day and a half to reach the system though, and when the Great Fox did arrive, they were in for quite the surprise...


    “Fox, there's something... I uh, the scanners...” Peppy stammered, one arm in a sling. He was alright otherwise, if not a bit shook up. 

    “What is it? Is it Falco's Arwing? Is he okay?” Fox hopped from his seat, rushing over to the hare's side. He had been beating himself up for leaving Falco alone this whole time, worried he'd sent his friend into danger. 

    “Well, uh... I think he's okay? But... You gotta see this for yourself.” Peppy stammered, turning on the Great Fox's main view-screen. It took a moment to buzz to life, one of the many damaged components of the ship. When it did, Fox thought it still wasn't working. There was no space on the screen, just a huge wall of blue!

    “Where's Falco?” Fox barked, turning to Peppy. 

    “That, uh... that IS Falco, Fox. He's huge!” Peppy replied, showing Fox his scanner readings. In place of the planet, or more accurately atop it, rest a mammoth blob of fat, fat bird. He was so large that the Great Fox had to reverse course and move back to get a better look at him!

    “What... what!?” Fox stammered, gazing out upon the floating sea of Falco flab. He wasn't just fat, he was massive! Thick, warm rolls, a belly bigger than a gas giant... and god, his ASS. Beneath it all swelled the bird's arousal, throbbing and gushing thick spunk into space. Something had certainly gone wrong. 

    “Uh, Fox?” Peppy said, interrupting Fox's gawking and gaping. “We've got a call... and it's Falco.”

    “Well answer it!” The fox demanded, still gawking at the big blue sight before him. The communications console crackled to life, and a moment or two later, Falco's voice was being transmitted. 

    “So Fox, still think you're the biggest thing out here?” The bird teased, chuckling. At least he still had his sense of humor....

    “What the hell happened to you?” Fox cried, eyes as wide as ever. 

    “Hah, no idea! Guess I really 'relaxed' like ya told me to, huh?” Falco responded, clearly far from upset by his current situation. “Got so comfy I outgrew the whole damn planet!” He boasted, chuckling. 

    “Yeah! We can, uh, see that...” Peppy murmured, blushing as he watched Falco's massive cock spurt another load of thick white goo into space. “But uh, what are we gonna do about it?” He added, looking to Fox. 

    Fox just sighed, and shook his head. “I'm just glad you're okay... I think.” He chuckled, looking up at the big blue blob floating before him. “Anything you need?” He added with a shrug. 

    “Lunch would be great!” The planetary blob of bird responded, laughing. Fox couldn't help but laugh too, relived his friend was 'okay'. Huge and fat, sure, but he seemed well enough! That's really all that mattered to Fox, even if he had a lot of work to do now. A ship in need of repairs, a crew-mate massive and fat... 

    This was going to be one weird report to write.