The series continues with more Bowser, in every sense of the word! Down below's a story, and I've edited the first part to include a story there as well! Give 'em a read!

Story provided by  RareBear

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“More!” Hollered Bowser the King, slapping his claws against his belly as his booming voice carried across the hallway. His body repelled the personal violation by producing one hefty wave, a massive jiggling that traveled from the apex of his tanned boulder of tummy right down to the meaty thighs wedged between his chair.

Fingers suppressing a giggle, Yoshi stole a pawful of moob and crawled aboard the doughy mountain. “You got it, Koopie-Pie. Bowser sure loves his fatty foods, yes he does~.”

This had become a tradition in several months time, one the pair had grown to love. With one another as supports, there were no longer any restriction. When the dinosaur met with fear, his chubby King would beckon his courage. In time, timid pecks upon the cheek had evolved into sloppy kisses, where the two would tie tongues publically. Minions winced, watching romance break out as if it were as casual as plucking a treat from a free sample plate. With bravery, Yoshi learned to hug, and to snuggle… and worse for Bowser’s weight, to encourage.

Bowser learned reckless abandon with his gluttony. Yoshi always held a cookie in paw, and the beast replied with an open maw. With malicious laughter he would steal the dinosaur’s hand and lick each and every crumb from his fingers. Along with making his pet laugh and blush, it added softness to what was once a perfect fixture. Leaning forward, the royal’s stomach fell sluggishly over his knees, threatening to touch the floor with one more bite. Even seeing such, the dopey dinosaur would push the next treat in. His Master was so much more cuddly as a chubster, every pound brought them closer together in his eyes!

So, they only smiled as cracks spiraled down the throne’s sides and golden waves of pure adipose overwhelmed the arm’s of the chair… Today would be its demise.

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“Ah’m gettin’ stuffed…!” Huffed Bowser from behind a planetoid of pure fattening pastry, a ball of over-buttered dough with two green paws curled around its outer rim: one massive cookie. Slowly but surely, with grunts and crunches, it sank through, past chocolate stained fangs fangs, broken pieces clumsily sliding down a neck buried by rounded chin and cheeks. Loud obnoxious gulps echoed as the beast barred his fists tensely.

Yoshi refused to hear the little complaint, knowing full right well if he stopped only an alternate series of roaring awaited. For the King was a glutton, and they both knew it well. Rather, he laughed as if mindless stuffing were casual castle fun! It was to him now, he had come far from the argumentative sidekick that stammered at the touch. This was the norm, this fattening display. “Only a little more~.”

The chaired roared in agony as the comet of fattening food shrank to the size of a boulder, a ball, and then vanished into thin air. Bowser gasped as his body drew at the air, heaving desperate breaths which inflated him like a mighty sun. Then, with one powerful belch, it began. Outgrowing his restraints, the arm’s of the throne burst to the side! Yoshi fell backward onto his butt, eyes going buggy as he witnessed beautiful destruction. Spinters met in the middle between Bowser’s juicy buttcheeks, and in perfect conclusion, the throne crumbled and gravity dragged the King of Chub down to the floor in a harsh FLOP! The entire castle trembled, the minions looked to one another with expressions of concern.

However, Bowser laughed in the face of incoming immobility, and he laughed hard! With a strong pride, he smacked at his most dominant muscle, the thick coat of fat which armored every part of him, that devoured fingers and destroyed buildings. “I’M HUUUUGEEE!” He roared, “I’m so big I need a new chair! Just wait till Mario gets a load of THIS!”

Yoshi hummed in delight, though he did fear that notion… if only because it meant he would have to help the big lug to his feet to get there. “You’re gorgeous Bowserrrr…~” Oh, he could hardly believe the words falling from his sheltered tongue either… They were genuine and true… this blubber ball was better than ever! “You wanna hug buddy in bed to celebrate your super big belly~?”

“HAH!... Maybe after dessert!”