Bowser's Huge Hostile Takeover: Part VI
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Story © c'est moi
Art © rockytheprocy
Alkali © alkali
Bowser stepped through Kamek’s portal, spotting the familiar stone walls of his castle and its frowning battlements not too far in the distance. “ Ahhh, home sweet home! Y’know what, Kamek, if I’m the boss over all these other realms, I’m startin’ to think we should expand the castle a bit, make it fit for a king of my, uh…” The immense dragon turtle frowned, drumming his fingers atop the crest of his belly as he looked over the castle.
“What’s wrong, Your Roundness?” Kamek asked.
“Does something seem a little screwy with the castle?”
The mage adjusted his round glasses, squinting as he looked to the horizon. The castle seemed much unchanged, until one of the towers twitched, the stonework pixelating until it righted itself. Above the castle, the red sky was spotty, with pieces of black and green grid poking through. “Uh… that’s not one of my spells,” Kamek muttered.
Suddenly, the same tower that had briefly flickered exploded, erupting in flame. Bowser’s jaw dropped, his face horrified. “The kid!”
The immense koopa king moved as fast as he could, which wasn’t very fast at all. Kamek watched Bowser waddle and wobble ponderously down the path for a few agonizing moments before the mage screwed his eyes shut and waved his wand, poofing them next to the main gate of the castle that had been locked tight.
“What the? Where’s all the goombas to welcome me back?” Bowser snorted. He then spotted someone banging on the gate, a pot-bellied gnoll in armor that clung a little too tightly and showed the extent of his rotund middle. “Hey!” the dragon snarled. “Pipsqueak! What’re you doing?!”
The gnoll turned around and gaped, wide-eyed as he took in all of Bowser’s sheer size. “Oh— oh my. Well, ah, my name is Alkali, sir, Your Grace, and I’m here to chase down Asriel Dreemurr.”
“Who the heck is that?” Bowser demanded.
“Oh, he’s the main antagonist of Undertale,” Alkali supplied.
Bowser furrowed his brow. “Never heard of him.”
“Oh, he’s…” the gnoll blinked. “The wayward son of Asgore, King of the Monsters? Has another form as Flowey? The God of Ultimate Death?”
The dragon turtle, eyebrow quirked, turned to Kamek.
The mage sighed, rolling his eyes. “He’s from an indie game, Your Obliviousness.”
“Ahh.”
“He broke out of his game, and seeing as I can’t actually complete the game until he returns, I’ve come to apprehend him,” Alkali explained. “You’re the monarch here, yes? Bowser?”
“Well, yeah! You didn’t recognize me?” the koopa king demanded.
The gnoll spread his hands. “It’s been a long time since I played a Mario game. And in my defense, you are considerably larger than when I last saw you.”
“Heh, yeah, I’ve been bulking,” Bowser smirked, patting his immense belly.
“So, will you let me help you, then? He’s invaded your castle, and I need to beat him to win my game.”
“Pfft, I don’t need help! Especially if this Ass-reel is going after my kid!” Bowser snarled. He backed up a bit, and with as much speed as he could muster, slammed into the gate, the sheer mass of his boulder gut blowing the gate right off its hinges, causing splintered wood and iron bars to litter the ground. “But yeah, you can come along if you want, shorty.”
“O-oh…”Alkali gulped, looking up at Bowser as he lumbered into his castle. “Well, right… after you, then.”
Bowser huffed mightily as he rushed inside, adrenaline pumping through his gigantic frame, helping him move at the break-neck speed of a brisk walk. “Kamek!”
The mage poofed next to Bowser. “Yes, your Puffiness?”
“We’re startin’ to lose the momentum on dramatic tension. Can you, uh, speed things up a little?” Bowser wheezed, his cheeks billowing as he tried to keep up his pace, chunky, jiggling thighs fighting against the underside of the belly slapping against his knees.
“Say no more.” Kamek waved his wand, and the trio were poofed into the exploded tower. Rubble littered the room as Bowser filled half of it, Kamek and Alkali smooshed up against the walls by a wave of scaly flab.
Another explosion from the other side would’ve knocked Bowser off his feet, if he didn’t just rock back on his own belly. Something small hit his gut, plinking off and hitting the floor. Bowser leaned forward, spotting Roy Koopa sprawled out at his feet.
“Roy! You lazy good-for-nothin’! Why’re you lying down on the job?!” Bowser demanded. “And where’s my kid?”
“Ugh… sorry, Your Grandness, we’re experiencing a, uh… a glitch.” Roy gasped, before fainting.
“Feh!” Bowser started lumbering forward, waving away the smoke and rubble. “Hey, shorty!”
Alkali exchanged a quick glance with Kamek. “Oh, uh, you mean me?”
“Yeah, you! What can I expect from this Asriel Loser guy?”
“Well… he’s an extremely powerful, corrupted entity that used to be the son of the monster king, until they adopted a human—“
“The attacks, Spot! The attacks!” Bowser snapped. “How do I know I’m not going to take a laser right to the face and— Gah!”
A blast of white-hot energy clipped Bowser; remarkably so, as he was a very, very large target. He looked up, to see the tower in ruins; if the stone walls weren’t reduced to rubble and flaming, then they had glitched out, replaced by patches of black and green grids. Standing there was a strange, ghoulish creature; it had the face of what may at one point have been a goat, an elongated torso with no legs, and huge, psychedelic wings. He was also struggling to grapple Bowser Jr, who had just belched fire in his face.
“You don’t mess with my dad!” Bowser Jr. shouted defiantly.
Bowser grinned toothily. “That’s my boy! And you, Pixels-for-brains!” He shouted at Asriel. “Let go of my kid before I squash you like a bug!”
The demonic boss sneered. “He’s leverage. We’re very meta in our neck of the woods, so we know all about your little campaign to take over; this is what they call a pre-emptive strike. Look around you, you pitiful mound of flab.” Asriel gestured to the slowly decaying world, more and more of it glitching out. “I’ve corrupted your world, smashed your lieutenants,” he spat at the koopalings scattered across the floor, “and I’ve got your son and heir. Face it, Bowser, you’ve lost. I’m the real villain, here.” He raised a hand, as six blinking hearts rose up. “I’ve got the power of every lost soul in my world, and you? You can shoot some fire, but unless I’m downhill of you and you trip, you’re no threat to me.”
Bowser was snarling, smoke wafting out of his nostrils. He could pretty easily flatten Asriel… but Bowser Jr. was still in his clutches. “Hey, you— dog-breath.”
“I-I’m actually a gnoll,” Alkali corrected.
“You know this soul sorta magic Goat-cheese here is talking about?”
Alkali nodded. “It’s a pretty simple, if brutal method of transferring a person’s essence from one place to—“
“‘Yes’ is fine,” Bowser snorted. “Kamek, get with him, and…”
Asriel cut in. “Ahem! Are you really plotting, right in front of me? You can’t be serious.” He held up Bowser Jr, still squirming in his grasp. “Don’t test me, Bowser.”
Bowser glowered. “Fine. Hey, kid? Swing to the right.”
The young koopa prince tried to lean to the right as he dangled in Asriel’s grasp, just as Bowser belched out an almighty fireball the size of a boulder that the demon goat took straight to the face. Asriel reeled back, dropping Bowser Jr. in the process. For his part, Bowser Jr. rushed to his father’s side, ducking behind Bowser’s huge, blubbery flank.
“Get him, dad! You’re the greatest!”
“Heh, yeah, I know,” Bowser chuckled. “Kamek, and, uh…”
“Alkali?” The gnoll offered, brow arched.
“Yeah, whatever, do some soul magic!”
“Which souls can we use?” Alkali asked.
Bowser glanced around him, then spotted the koopalings littering the floor; Roy, Morton, Izzy, Ludwig…
Ludwig! The blue-haired koopaling coughed as he struggled to sit up. “We’re your only choice, boss. Use us, and… maybe you can change us back after?”
Bowser grunted. “Yeah, well. I’ll try, Ludwig. Really.”
“Well… I can keep them alive, if you don’t let this gnoll here muck it up,” Kamek added, rolling up his sleeves.
Alkali nodded, gesturing Kamek over. Between the two of them, their magic lifted each of the koopalings off the ground, while Bowser kept Asriel at bay with another volley of fireballs.
White, blinding light enveloped each one of the koopalings, and with a burst of magical energy, each one was crystalized into a small colorful heart.
“Ugh, does it have to be hearts? Those aren’t evil!” Bowser whined, shuffling out of the way from one of Asriel’s attacks.
“I dunno, dad, I think they look cool!” Bowser Jr. piped up, still hunched behind his father’s leg.
“Yeah, thanks, kid,” the koopa king grumbled. Begrudgingly, he let the little hearts circle around him. As they began to glow, he could feel a rush of power and energy filling every of the thousands upon thousands of square inches that made up his gigantic frame; it almost felt… nourishing.
“Hey… hey! This soul magic ain’t half bad!” Bowser chuckled.
“What’s happening to him?” Kamek asked quickly.
“Oh, he’s filling up with DETERMINATION,” Alkali explained.
“Is that always how you have to say it?”
“Oh, yes. It’s a rule.”
The DETERMINATION to protect his son and kick Asriel’s skinny ass filled Bowser with metric tons of energy, which slowly began to solidify. Asriel balked, backing away as his opponent was steadily growing bigger and bigger.
First, Bowser grew taller, shooting up in height until he was plugging holes in the ceiling blown apart by the attack. Asriel didn’t even reach his knees anymore, and still, more of Bowser was expanding. His arms and legs surged with strength, muscles bulging and swelling in size. The dragon turtle’s scales shimmered, highlighting his newfound strength and the rock-hard definition of his new muscle; he stood a little taller, tensing arms that, with hill-sized biceps, deflected Asriel’s energy attacks, pushing the goat further and further back.
Bowser’s smirk was as wide as he could manage, looming over the would-be conqueror.
“Gimme more!” Bowser demanded.
“Wait… what?” Kamek squeaked.
“I want more, Kamek!” Bowser demanded again. “Gimme more power so that I can bury this pipsqueak!”
“B-but… your Giganticness, any bigger and you might crash right through the floor!”
“I’m also in favor of the not growing bigger plan,” Asriel added meekly.
“Oh, well… I don’t know.” Alkali shrugged. “He could be bigger.”
“I repeat: he’ll crash right through the floor!” Kamek protested.
“Well… not if the weight he puts on isn’t as… dense as the weight he just put on.” The gnoll was fighting to hide a smile as he spoke.
“Yeah! Listen to the gnoll, Kamek!” Bowser palmed his fist. “The kid wants to see his old man bigger and badder, right?”
“Oh, yeah, sure!” Bowser Jr. piped up.
Kamek sighed, relenting as he joined the gnoll for one more spell. Bowser felt more energy surging through him, but there was just so much of it, so much DETERMINATION, that it ran out of space to go in his engorged arms and bulging chest, so it all went directly to his gut. With each lumbering step towards Asriel, Bowser’s gut preceded him by another inch. It spilled out further, like a tidal wave of scaly lard. By the time Asriel was backed into a corner with nowhere else to go, there was nothing left in his field of view but Bowser, his legs buried under an avalanche of fat, his hips spread out and churning with each movement. He had just enough muscle to keep his titanic ass moving, his eyes glowing with power as he grinned toothily down at Asriel.
“What now, Dreamboy?”
“Uh…” Asriel poofed out of existence, and with him, the glitches faded away, pixelated stone walls and patchy skies righting themselves to grim fortress battlements and a fiery red cloud cover.
“BWAHAHAHA!” Bowser chortled, taking fistfuls of his own fat and letting it drop, sending ripples across his monumental frame. “I didn’t even have to do anything! Being this huge is fantastic! Waddya think of your old man now, kid?” He called down to a red and green dot on the ground he assumed was his son.
“That was awesome, dad!” the comparatively miniscule Bowser Jr. shouted up, trying to clamber up Bowser’s belly. “You’re the greatest villain ever!”
Bowser’s billowing cheeks and fat face split into a huge, beaming smile. “Well, just like I’ve always been telling you, kid!”
Alkali, surreptitiously admiring his handiwork on the koopa king, bowed his head. “I’ll take my leave, if that’s alright with you. If Asriel popped back into Undertale right after this, he might actually be easy enough to beat, now.”
Bowser, who had managed to scoop up his son and rested him on his shoulder, waved the gnoll off. “Yeah, yeah, thanks for the boost. If you stop by again, maybe I won’t even crush you! Bwahaha!”
Alkali grinned, and using his own magic, poofed out of the ruined castle.
Kamek, wiping his brow, slumped down a bit of wall that still seemed sturdy. “Sir, Your Monumentalness, please, please tell me we’re done. I really don’t think anyone can be bigger than you right now, and I really need to get the koopalings back to normal.”
“Well, my boy and I gotta eat some dinner first!” Bowser chortled, patting whatever bit of his belly he could still reach.
“Well, sir… are you sure we shouldn’t consider slimming down a bit? I don’t think you could even fit in the throne room!” Kamek countered.
“Well, when you get the koopalings back to normal, they’ll have something to do! Bwahaha! After this, I’ll need a bigger throne room! Right, kid?” the koopa king rolled his mountain of a shoulder, bouncing Bowser Jr.
“Yeah!” the young koopa shouted. “Bigger!”
“That’s my boy!”
Story © c'est moi
Art © rockytheprocy
Alkali © alkali
Bowser stepped through Kamek’s portal, spotting the familiar stone walls of his castle and its frowning battlements not too far in the distance. “ Ahhh, home sweet home! Y’know what, Kamek, if I’m the boss over all these other realms, I’m startin’ to think we should expand the castle a bit, make it fit for a king of my, uh…” The immense dragon turtle frowned, drumming his fingers atop the crest of his belly as he looked over the castle.
“What’s wrong, Your Roundness?” Kamek asked.
“Does something seem a little screwy with the castle?”
The mage adjusted his round glasses, squinting as he looked to the horizon. The castle seemed much unchanged, until one of the towers twitched, the stonework pixelating until it righted itself. Above the castle, the red sky was spotty, with pieces of black and green grid poking through. “Uh… that’s not one of my spells,” Kamek muttered.
Suddenly, the same tower that had briefly flickered exploded, erupting in flame. Bowser’s jaw dropped, his face horrified. “The kid!”
The immense koopa king moved as fast as he could, which wasn’t very fast at all. Kamek watched Bowser waddle and wobble ponderously down the path for a few agonizing moments before the mage screwed his eyes shut and waved his wand, poofing them next to the main gate of the castle that had been locked tight.
“What the? Where’s all the goombas to welcome me back?” Bowser snorted. He then spotted someone banging on the gate, a pot-bellied gnoll in armor that clung a little too tightly and showed the extent of his rotund middle. “Hey!” the dragon snarled. “Pipsqueak! What’re you doing?!”
The gnoll turned around and gaped, wide-eyed as he took in all of Bowser’s sheer size. “Oh— oh my. Well, ah, my name is Alkali, sir, Your Grace, and I’m here to chase down Asriel Dreemurr.”
“Who the heck is that?” Bowser demanded.
“Oh, he’s the main antagonist of Undertale,” Alkali supplied.
Bowser furrowed his brow. “Never heard of him.”
“Oh, he’s…” the gnoll blinked. “The wayward son of Asgore, King of the Monsters? Has another form as Flowey? The God of Ultimate Death?”
The dragon turtle, eyebrow quirked, turned to Kamek.
The mage sighed, rolling his eyes. “He’s from an indie game, Your Obliviousness.”
“Ahh.”
“He broke out of his game, and seeing as I can’t actually complete the game until he returns, I’ve come to apprehend him,” Alkali explained. “You’re the monarch here, yes? Bowser?”
“Well, yeah! You didn’t recognize me?” the koopa king demanded.
The gnoll spread his hands. “It’s been a long time since I played a Mario game. And in my defense, you are considerably larger than when I last saw you.”
“Heh, yeah, I’ve been bulking,” Bowser smirked, patting his immense belly.
“So, will you let me help you, then? He’s invaded your castle, and I need to beat him to win my game.”
“Pfft, I don’t need help! Especially if this Ass-reel is going after my kid!” Bowser snarled. He backed up a bit, and with as much speed as he could muster, slammed into the gate, the sheer mass of his boulder gut blowing the gate right off its hinges, causing splintered wood and iron bars to litter the ground. “But yeah, you can come along if you want, shorty.”
“O-oh…”Alkali gulped, looking up at Bowser as he lumbered into his castle. “Well, right… after you, then.”
Bowser huffed mightily as he rushed inside, adrenaline pumping through his gigantic frame, helping him move at the break-neck speed of a brisk walk. “Kamek!”
The mage poofed next to Bowser. “Yes, your Puffiness?”
“We’re startin’ to lose the momentum on dramatic tension. Can you, uh, speed things up a little?” Bowser wheezed, his cheeks billowing as he tried to keep up his pace, chunky, jiggling thighs fighting against the underside of the belly slapping against his knees.
“Say no more.” Kamek waved his wand, and the trio were poofed into the exploded tower. Rubble littered the room as Bowser filled half of it, Kamek and Alkali smooshed up against the walls by a wave of scaly flab.
Another explosion from the other side would’ve knocked Bowser off his feet, if he didn’t just rock back on his own belly. Something small hit his gut, plinking off and hitting the floor. Bowser leaned forward, spotting Roy Koopa sprawled out at his feet.
“Roy! You lazy good-for-nothin’! Why’re you lying down on the job?!” Bowser demanded. “And where’s my kid?”
“Ugh… sorry, Your Grandness, we’re experiencing a, uh… a glitch.” Roy gasped, before fainting.
“Feh!” Bowser started lumbering forward, waving away the smoke and rubble. “Hey, shorty!”
Alkali exchanged a quick glance with Kamek. “Oh, uh, you mean me?”
“Yeah, you! What can I expect from this Asriel Loser guy?”
“Well… he’s an extremely powerful, corrupted entity that used to be the son of the monster king, until they adopted a human—“
“The attacks, Spot! The attacks!” Bowser snapped. “How do I know I’m not going to take a laser right to the face and— Gah!”
A blast of white-hot energy clipped Bowser; remarkably so, as he was a very, very large target. He looked up, to see the tower in ruins; if the stone walls weren’t reduced to rubble and flaming, then they had glitched out, replaced by patches of black and green grids. Standing there was a strange, ghoulish creature; it had the face of what may at one point have been a goat, an elongated torso with no legs, and huge, psychedelic wings. He was also struggling to grapple Bowser Jr, who had just belched fire in his face.
“You don’t mess with my dad!” Bowser Jr. shouted defiantly.
Bowser grinned toothily. “That’s my boy! And you, Pixels-for-brains!” He shouted at Asriel. “Let go of my kid before I squash you like a bug!”
The demonic boss sneered. “He’s leverage. We’re very meta in our neck of the woods, so we know all about your little campaign to take over; this is what they call a pre-emptive strike. Look around you, you pitiful mound of flab.” Asriel gestured to the slowly decaying world, more and more of it glitching out. “I’ve corrupted your world, smashed your lieutenants,” he spat at the koopalings scattered across the floor, “and I’ve got your son and heir. Face it, Bowser, you’ve lost. I’m the real villain, here.” He raised a hand, as six blinking hearts rose up. “I’ve got the power of every lost soul in my world, and you? You can shoot some fire, but unless I’m downhill of you and you trip, you’re no threat to me.”
Bowser was snarling, smoke wafting out of his nostrils. He could pretty easily flatten Asriel… but Bowser Jr. was still in his clutches. “Hey, you— dog-breath.”
“I-I’m actually a gnoll,” Alkali corrected.
“You know this soul sorta magic Goat-cheese here is talking about?”
Alkali nodded. “It’s a pretty simple, if brutal method of transferring a person’s essence from one place to—“
“‘Yes’ is fine,” Bowser snorted. “Kamek, get with him, and…”
Asriel cut in. “Ahem! Are you really plotting, right in front of me? You can’t be serious.” He held up Bowser Jr, still squirming in his grasp. “Don’t test me, Bowser.”
Bowser glowered. “Fine. Hey, kid? Swing to the right.”
The young koopa prince tried to lean to the right as he dangled in Asriel’s grasp, just as Bowser belched out an almighty fireball the size of a boulder that the demon goat took straight to the face. Asriel reeled back, dropping Bowser Jr. in the process. For his part, Bowser Jr. rushed to his father’s side, ducking behind Bowser’s huge, blubbery flank.
“Get him, dad! You’re the greatest!”
“Heh, yeah, I know,” Bowser chuckled. “Kamek, and, uh…”
“Alkali?” The gnoll offered, brow arched.
“Yeah, whatever, do some soul magic!”
“Which souls can we use?” Alkali asked.
Bowser glanced around him, then spotted the koopalings littering the floor; Roy, Morton, Izzy, Ludwig…
Ludwig! The blue-haired koopaling coughed as he struggled to sit up. “We’re your only choice, boss. Use us, and… maybe you can change us back after?”
Bowser grunted. “Yeah, well. I’ll try, Ludwig. Really.”
“Well… I can keep them alive, if you don’t let this gnoll here muck it up,” Kamek added, rolling up his sleeves.
Alkali nodded, gesturing Kamek over. Between the two of them, their magic lifted each of the koopalings off the ground, while Bowser kept Asriel at bay with another volley of fireballs.
White, blinding light enveloped each one of the koopalings, and with a burst of magical energy, each one was crystalized into a small colorful heart.
“Ugh, does it have to be hearts? Those aren’t evil!” Bowser whined, shuffling out of the way from one of Asriel’s attacks.
“I dunno, dad, I think they look cool!” Bowser Jr. piped up, still hunched behind his father’s leg.
“Yeah, thanks, kid,” the koopa king grumbled. Begrudgingly, he let the little hearts circle around him. As they began to glow, he could feel a rush of power and energy filling every of the thousands upon thousands of square inches that made up his gigantic frame; it almost felt… nourishing.
“Hey… hey! This soul magic ain’t half bad!” Bowser chuckled.
“What’s happening to him?” Kamek asked quickly.
“Oh, he’s filling up with DETERMINATION,” Alkali explained.
“Is that always how you have to say it?”
“Oh, yes. It’s a rule.”
The DETERMINATION to protect his son and kick Asriel’s skinny ass filled Bowser with metric tons of energy, which slowly began to solidify. Asriel balked, backing away as his opponent was steadily growing bigger and bigger.
First, Bowser grew taller, shooting up in height until he was plugging holes in the ceiling blown apart by the attack. Asriel didn’t even reach his knees anymore, and still, more of Bowser was expanding. His arms and legs surged with strength, muscles bulging and swelling in size. The dragon turtle’s scales shimmered, highlighting his newfound strength and the rock-hard definition of his new muscle; he stood a little taller, tensing arms that, with hill-sized biceps, deflected Asriel’s energy attacks, pushing the goat further and further back.
Bowser’s smirk was as wide as he could manage, looming over the would-be conqueror.
“Gimme more!” Bowser demanded.
“Wait… what?” Kamek squeaked.
“I want more, Kamek!” Bowser demanded again. “Gimme more power so that I can bury this pipsqueak!”
“B-but… your Giganticness, any bigger and you might crash right through the floor!”
“I’m also in favor of the not growing bigger plan,” Asriel added meekly.
“Oh, well… I don’t know.” Alkali shrugged. “He could be bigger.”
“I repeat: he’ll crash right through the floor!” Kamek protested.
“Well… not if the weight he puts on isn’t as… dense as the weight he just put on.” The gnoll was fighting to hide a smile as he spoke.
“Yeah! Listen to the gnoll, Kamek!” Bowser palmed his fist. “The kid wants to see his old man bigger and badder, right?”
“Oh, yeah, sure!” Bowser Jr. piped up.
Kamek sighed, relenting as he joined the gnoll for one more spell. Bowser felt more energy surging through him, but there was just so much of it, so much DETERMINATION, that it ran out of space to go in his engorged arms and bulging chest, so it all went directly to his gut. With each lumbering step towards Asriel, Bowser’s gut preceded him by another inch. It spilled out further, like a tidal wave of scaly lard. By the time Asriel was backed into a corner with nowhere else to go, there was nothing left in his field of view but Bowser, his legs buried under an avalanche of fat, his hips spread out and churning with each movement. He had just enough muscle to keep his titanic ass moving, his eyes glowing with power as he grinned toothily down at Asriel.
“What now, Dreamboy?”
“Uh…” Asriel poofed out of existence, and with him, the glitches faded away, pixelated stone walls and patchy skies righting themselves to grim fortress battlements and a fiery red cloud cover.
“BWAHAHAHA!” Bowser chortled, taking fistfuls of his own fat and letting it drop, sending ripples across his monumental frame. “I didn’t even have to do anything! Being this huge is fantastic! Waddya think of your old man now, kid?” He called down to a red and green dot on the ground he assumed was his son.
“That was awesome, dad!” the comparatively miniscule Bowser Jr. shouted up, trying to clamber up Bowser’s belly. “You’re the greatest villain ever!”
Bowser’s billowing cheeks and fat face split into a huge, beaming smile. “Well, just like I’ve always been telling you, kid!”
Alkali, surreptitiously admiring his handiwork on the koopa king, bowed his head. “I’ll take my leave, if that’s alright with you. If Asriel popped back into Undertale right after this, he might actually be easy enough to beat, now.”
Bowser, who had managed to scoop up his son and rested him on his shoulder, waved the gnoll off. “Yeah, yeah, thanks for the boost. If you stop by again, maybe I won’t even crush you! Bwahaha!”
Alkali grinned, and using his own magic, poofed out of the ruined castle.
Kamek, wiping his brow, slumped down a bit of wall that still seemed sturdy. “Sir, Your Monumentalness, please, please tell me we’re done. I really don’t think anyone can be bigger than you right now, and I really need to get the koopalings back to normal.”
“Well, my boy and I gotta eat some dinner first!” Bowser chortled, patting whatever bit of his belly he could still reach.
“Well, sir… are you sure we shouldn’t consider slimming down a bit? I don’t think you could even fit in the throne room!” Kamek countered.
“Well, when you get the koopalings back to normal, they’ll have something to do! Bwahaha! After this, I’ll need a bigger throne room! Right, kid?” the koopa king rolled his mountain of a shoulder, bouncing Bowser Jr.
“Yeah!” the young koopa shouted. “Bigger!”
“That’s my boy!”
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Dragon (Other)
Gender Male
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Still not bigger than Giygas.
Nothing's bigger that Giygas.
He can still kill you with one point, and send you where you belong.
In hell, where even Satan rejects you.
Nothing's bigger that Giygas.
He can still kill you with one point, and send you where you belong.
In hell, where even Satan rejects you.
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