Art by Yours Truly
Story by  mickeybamboo with assistance from  bh15

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One Little Party Guest Fought To Be Free...

Bunnymund didn’t really want to leave the kid, but there was something wrong. Something was calling to him and he didn’t like it. It felt…strange. The last time he felt this off was when he was around Pitch. But that smarmy git was gone, at least for a long time anyways.  Besides, the kid seemed pretty bright, and he said he could hold his own. Plus, the pooka didn’t expect to be gone for too long.
 
But the very second he left the room, his fur stood on end. The lights in the hallway were out completely. He couldn’t shake the unnerving feeling of being watched as the shadows danced around the hallway, broken up by each sudden flash of lightning erupting through the darkened windows.
 
The lapine guardian instinctively reached for his back, only to find it bare. He cursed the fact that he had neglected to bring his signature boomerangs with him. which was odd because he was sure he had them before he arrived at the manor...The only guest that had the good sense to bring a weapon or tool with him was that blasted raccoon, but he had disappeared during that creepy and…rather odd opening announcement.

Bunnymund stopped dead in his tracks when he heard faint scratching sound. He spun around to confront his possible attacker, only to breathe a sigh of relief as he saw a tree limb brushing against the window behind him. “Flamin’ heck! This bloody house is starting to give me the willies.”
  
Grunting certain obscenities that should go unmentioned, Bunnymund felt it was time to find that kid again. Returning the way he came, he froze. At the end of the hall, a darkened door stood ajar. Something like smoke poured from the opening smoke, but a more careful inspection revealed it to be more like… darkness. Near the door’s base, the lapine could see something green slither into the room. While he didn’t know what it was, his first thought was that he needed to protect the kid, so the bunny did what he always had, and rushed headlong through the door.

What he didn’t expect was to appear in a small farm area, with a clear night sky. A full moon hung large and bright, bathing the field in its silver glow. Growing sufficiently annoyed now, Bunnymund turned for the door again. He saw the door frame was still there, but the rest of the manor was not, the wooden portal standing ubiquitously in what seemed to be a large garden. Well, no, looking at the large orange gourds, the Easter Bunny easily surmised he was, more accurately, in a pumpkin patch.

“What the bloody hell’s going on?” the Guardian whispered to himself. “This is getting too strange.”
  
“No, what’sssss strange, my rival, issss that everyone rememberssss you fondly, while I’m nothing but a punch line…” Bunnymund stiffened as he tried to see where the hissing voice was coming from.
  
“Hey, why don’t you come out where I can see you! Like a real man!” E. Aster balled his fuzzy paws into fists, getting ready for whatever would befall him.
 
“I am no man. But... sssince you assssked…” In front of him, one of the large pumpkins rose from the ground, brownish vines twisting and intertwining to form a body underneath it.
 
“Welcome…E…Assssster Bunnymund. This is THE pumpkin patch and I’m the Sssssspirit of Halloween.” The pumpkin head slowly twisted around, jagged gashes tearing open in the orange rind, forming the face of a Jack-o-lantern with a bluish flame igniting its core.
    
“I am the Great Pumpkin.” The plant being bowed graciously to his guest, his thick vines forming a hand that moved to his opposite shoulder in salute.
     
“…Well, It’s a pleasure ta meet ya mate, even though I’ve never heard of you before. As much as I’d love to sit and chat, I have a kid I need to watch out for and…” As the Easter Bunny spun around, he saw a vine quickly shut the door, others wrapping around it to bind it shut.
   
“Oh don’t worry. He’ll be WELL taken care of. But let’sss talk about how while we both provide children with sssweets, you’re the more… beloved.” That last word dripped with sarcasm as the wicked pumpkin undulated towards the Guardian of Hope.
   
“It’s more than just the treats, mate. Easter’s all about hope and renewal.. And hey, it’s not my fault if people love bunnies…” As the pumpkin creature drew closer, the rabbit hit the ground with his large foot, dropping into the hole created there and emerging in another part of the pumpkin patch.
   
 “Yessss,” the Pumpkin hissed, its head twisting around to reval its dark grin before the rest of its body followed suit. “But children also love being ssscarred…for fun, of course. And they’ll have twice the opportunity when you retire, and I take over.”
   
“Well, I don’t think retirement’s in the plan for quite a while, mate. ‘Course, yer free to try and make me, but I warn ya, I won’t go easy on you just because you got a melon for a noggin’.”
   
“Oh, I don’t expect anything lessssss…” Vines sprang from the ground, slithering through the patch likes snakes as they lashed out at the hero.
    
Luckily, Bunnymund’s speed and agility were his greatest talents when protecting others, and the vines just couldn’t lay a tendril on him. It also helped that he was able to use his holes to appear all around the patch. The problem that came up, though, was he couldn’t get close to the Great Pumpkin without chancing getting snagged by one of those tendrils. It was quickly becoming a stand-off and the Easter Bunny was starting to curse whoever decided to strip him of his weapons of choice.
  
“I really don’t know what’s got you riled, melon head, but beating a Guardian ain’t easy. You might have to wait a few more centuries to get yer chance, maybe, but you’ll probably be rotten by then.” The bunny crossed his arms, giving a condescending grin towards the sprit.
    
“Or I could jussst wait for you to gloat and misssss this…” A tendril finally caught bunny, coming from behind.
    
Hoping to use this to his advantage, Bunnymund stomped his foot again and dropped down the hole. When he appeared on the other side, he felt the tendril snap when his hole closed up. Unfortunately, he saw the end of the brown vine quickly begin to reform.
     
“There’ssss only one way to beat me…kangaroo. And that issss not it…” The Pumpkin creature hissed as another vine grappled the bunny’s leg.  This time though, before Bunnymund could slam down his foot, his whole body was hoisted from the ground, leaving him hanging upside down from one leg.
     
“Jog off with these stinkin’ vines and actually face me head-on you stinkin’ grocery reject!” Bunnymund struggled in mid-air until one of the spirit of Halloween’s brown vines caught him off-guard by slithering down his leg and popping itself into his open muzzle.
     
“Keh keh keh! While we are evenly matched, your sssspeed is an isssssue I can remedy. You know, chocolate issss QUITE fattening. I wonder if parentssss would be ssssso willing to have all those chocolate eggssss around if they thought the Easter Bunny wasssss…a little on the larger sssside…” The jagged mouth of the jack-o-lantern curled into a sly grin as Bunnymund tried to figure out what the plant meant.
   
It didn’t take long, though, as he tasted pure liquid chocolate invade his muzzle. With fudge flowing down his throat, he couldn’t help but swallow the sweet goop. His first fear was that the Great Pumpkin as trying to burst him wide open, but it soon became apparent the Halloween spirit had much more insidious plans.
     
The moment the chocolate reached the bunny’s stomach, the true horror took place. While the sweet, delicious, fudgy goo instantly dissolved, giving some fleeting peace of mind for the Guardian of Hope… but then it all went to his hips. And butt. And belly…

The pooka’s eyes shot wide open as he felt his taut, lithe form expanding outwards. The chocolate wasn’t just literally fattening, it was instantly widening his form! His gut started to spread out as a layer of fat seemed to overtake all the smooth muscle he had built up over millennia. A double chin formed, though most of the weight seemed to center on his belly and lower body, his rear steadily expanding into a thick and jiggly bubble butt.

Gripping the vine with both paws, Bunnymund bit into it, finding the tentacle itself to be chocolate as he was quickly released. He hadn’t been able to properly savor the taste of the sweet chocolate as he consumed it, so he instead savored the pumpkin’s look of rage instead.

“Currsssse you rabbit, that hurt. But you won’t escape ssssso easily this time.” The look of pain and anger on the pumpkin’s face quickly turned to a look of triumph as Bunnymund was now having problems trying to dodge the new onslaught of vines. The weight had easily taken a toll, but Bunnymund was at least able to get a bit closer to the Pumpkin monster before he was slammed to the ground, his legs swaddled up in a mess of vines.

The time for witty banter was over for the Guardian. He was used to taking as much punishment as his enemies gave out, but this was different. His now much rounder rump bounced from the few hundred pounds that had been stacked onto his lithe frame. As another tendril snaked its way into his mouth, his reaction time was much much too slow to stop this one.

“What, no more delightful repartee from the chubby bunny?” The Great Pumpkin sneered as visible bulges of fudge traveled down the vines, forcing themselves once more into the bunny’s awaiting maw. And once more the weight started to pile on the once agile Guardian, his features ballooning.

Bunnymund tried to bite off the vine force-feeding him again, but this one was much tougher, forcing the lapine to gnaw. Unfortunately, that gave the spirit much more time to further expand the hero.

Already the massive amount of chocolate consumed was making the bunny bigger than he had thought possible. Well, at least what he felt was acceptable. His once lean, hardened abs were buried under a massive, round paunch that drooped down over his crotch, and then his thickening knees. His face, once powerful and masculine, rapidly went from cherubic to swollen. His cheeks blew up, jowls and double chin inflating into a thick tire around his now non-existent neck. His chest drooped onto his massive belly but his hips expanded even faster, forming quite the pear shape for the poor bunny. Two huge butt cheeks wobbled with every gulp of chocolate.

Finally, Bunnymund was able to bite through the vine, causing the Great Pumpkin to let loose a load of expletives that, since this story is rated PG, I can’t write here.

Figuring he must now be somewhere over five hundred pounds, Bunnymund realized his greatest asset was gone. Speed and agility were no longer an option and he might actually get stuck in one of his holes if he tried to use them. He had none of his explosive eggs, nor his signature boomerang, so he had to think about this.

Every attack he did to this monster had no effect. Vines regrew, pieces reformed but… Wait. There was one thing that worked. The vines that he had taken a bite out of were still damaged and unusable, which meant…

The rabbit looked down, hefting his massive, drooping belly apron. There was only one way to defeat this monster...but it would come at a heavy cost. He looked up and glared at the Great Pumpkin. He had to do it; there was no other choice. Well, a heroic sacrifice wasn’t a bad way to go. Sure, he was only sacrificing his waist-size, but…

“Sssssso my tubby bunny, I have you beat. Why not jussssst give up, let it all go. Give into my chocolate. A waist is a terrible thing to mind…” The spirit laughed as Bunnymund began to ponderously waddle his jiggling frame closer.

“Oh, I’m so sorry mate, but I have a counter offer. Easter’s only six months away, so we best be finishing our Halloween candy now, eh?” The animate pumpkin titled its head as the blubbery bunny lunged at him.

…We will not describe the carnage that followed. Let us just say it was a complete massacre. Sweet pieces of the Pumpkin were consumed faster then anyone THAT size had any right to move, and unfortunately, like the chocolate spewed by those tendrils, the feast was instantly transferred into pure flab.

In the aftermath, splattered with splotches of chocolate fudge, only one being emerged victorious. Sitting up in the massive pile of lard that was his body, Bunnymund let loose a belch that echoed across the remains of the pumpkin patch.

The rabbit almost had no shape now, nearly unrecognizable as the formerly proud Guardian of Hope except for his blue fur and long ears. He was swollen and heavy, too large to even consider moving, arms stuck in thick lard and barely able to lift away from his soft sides. Massive and round, his huge ass cheeks sat behind him, his small tail swallowed up by the two wobbling globes. His pale belly settled out in front, as big and round as the moon overhead. Breathing heavily from all the weight, the Guardian gave a small smirk.

“Heh, lets see -urrrrrpppp- Jack or Nick try and match that!” The massive cheeks of the bunny rippled with another large belch, his massive body almost continuously jiggling from the eructation.

Soon enough, the Bunny nodded off to take a nap, and he was somehow loaded onto a large cart and dragged away.

When he awoke, Bunnymund found himself being wheeled into the buffet, seeing the fates that had befallen those before him, and breathing a small sigh of relief that the fox kit was well, even if he were a bit pudgy.

The ample rabbit was put in front of his own private buffet, a vast assortment of carrot cake before him.

“Bloody ‘ell...you guys are sick *bleeep*.”

... But His Appetite Saved Easter, And There Were Three

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RULES
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- This is your typical 'Survivor' scenario, where instead of voting for who you'd like to win, you all get to VOTE FOR WHO YOU WANT TO LOSE.

- The guest with the most votes at the end of each round will fall into a trap and gain weight before being eliminated from the roster.

- IMPORTANT: One of the guests is actually a conspirator! The last guest left standing is the spy and will not gain weight at all. Who is it? That's for you to decide!

- Each trap is more potent than the one before it! The longer a guest lasts, the fatter they may get!

- Go to https://www.furaffinity.net/view/17858453/ to see which guests are left! ONLY VOTES PLACED HERE WILL COUNT FOR THE EIGHTH ROUND!

- Voting ends at 11:59 PM EST, Sunday, October 25th