A Mii Swordfighter gets more than he bargained for in a sparring match against the Kremling King.

Story inspired by https://twitter.com/vetoknox/status.....230481411?s=19

K, a Mii Swordfighter, was wandering through the Smash Mansion when he ran into King K. Rool. Literally. He ran right into his massive belly.

“Ahh, K. Just the Mii Fighter I was looking for,” he chuckled.

"You were looking for Mii Fighters?", K asked?

"As the King of Smash, I like to know what my subjects are up to.", K. Rool boasted.

K rolled his eyes. "Well, if you must know, I was…"

"Yes, yes, that's nice." K. Rool interrupted, waving his claw dismissively. "Now, what would you say to a sparring match?"

"Huh?" K balked, which caused K. Rool to let out a proud belly laugh.

"I know you're probably thinking that a bottom tier fighter such as yourself couldn't hope to stand a chance against someone like me. That's why I, as a true king, am offering you, one of my lowly *ahem* loyal subjects a chance to learn from an elite."

K hung his head slightly. He knew full well that he was bottom tier, but he didn't like being reminded of it. He suddenly felt King K. Rool's scaly claw on his shoulder. He looked up at K. Rool, trying not to focus on his freaky bloodshot eye, as his usually gruff and grandiose voice took on a softer, more supportive tone.

"I promise you. After one match, you'll be a top tier fighter just like me."

K thought about it. To be the best, one must learn from the best, right. Making up his mind, K looked at K. Rool and nodded.

"OK!", K declared.

K. Rool proposed they battle in the Wii Fit training room. The Kremling King seemed insistent on fighting somewhere with a mirror or reflective surface. K agreed, assuming that K. Rool just wanted to admire his reflection.

Soon, the battle was on, and King K. Rool quickly gained the upper hand. (Or claw, as the case may be.) His superior size and weight made him difficult to launch, plus he had an entire arsenal of weapons, while K just had a sword. Despite his disadvantage, K didn't go down without a fight. What he lacked in size and strength, he made up for in agility and technique. He began to swiftly dodge the corpulent croc's attacks and use his own strength against him with his Blade Counter.

King K. Rool smirked.

"He's even better than I thought. Perfect.", he thought as he used his crown throw attack. K couldn't help but notice that he threw a different crown than the one he was wearing. It was silver instead of gold. Since K was distracted, the crown landed on his head. K looked at King K. Rool, who had his arms crossed and a smug smirk on his face. K's eye suddenly started itching. K rubbed his eye when he heard King K. Rool start laughing.

“What’s so funny?”, K asked indignantly, still rubbing his itching eye.

“Ohohoho! You’ll see.”, he laughed.

K's eye finally stopped itching while he said that. Before he could ponder what the Kremling King meant, K suddenly felt bloated. His suit felt tighter and tighter against his skin, which was feeling uncomfortably dry. K looked toward the mirror and felt his heart nearly stop at what he saw.

His hair was quickly falling out, his skin was turning black, and the eye that was itching so much was bloodshot. His black suit went from slight tearing to being completely shredded as his body ballooned both outwards and upwards. His arms and legs thickened and his hands and feet grew, causing his newfound claws to tear through his gloves and boots.

"What's happening to me?!", K demanded, his voice deepening as his face changed

"I told you I'd make you a top tier just like me." King K. Rool chuckled smugly.

K couldn't look away from his reflection as his transformation reached its final stages. His belly bulged proudly, protruding a foot and a half from his body, from which his suit fell in tatters. His transformation finally complete, K examined his new form. He looked like a monochromatic version of King K. Rool. His scales were black instead of green, and his giant belly plate was silver instead of gold.

"Look at you!", King K. Rool exclaimed, approaching his grayscale twin. "Look at us! A couple of top tier titans!"

"You… you…", K stammered, his voice only a slightly higher pitch than that of K. Rool. "You turned me into YOU!"

"On the contrary…", King K. Rool started, blissfully unaware of K's shock. "There is only one of me. I turned you into a better version of yourself."

K placed a claw on his silver plated belly. "Are you sure about this?", he asked, still getting used to his deeper voice.

"Of course I am!", King K. Rool immediately answered. "As a matter of fact, I believe you're starting to like the change, yourself."

K looked at King K Rool in confusion before looking back at his reflection. His gaze kept being drawn to his belly plate.

"You're still able to wield a sword. And every knight needs armor." K. Rool patted K's belly, referring to it as armor. "Just imagine. Your girth will be the first thing people notice about you."

K rubbed his armored belly as King K. Rool continued.

"The way it reflects the light…"

K hefted up his belly, feeling its immense weight.

"...the way it sways and bounces with each ground-shaking step you take…"

K let his belly drop, and, just as K. Rool said, it bounced like a big ball. He then lifted up his scaly foot and stomped the ground, causing a slight tremor. K realized how powerful he was now, and couldn't stop a sharp toothed grin from spreading across his reptilian face.

"So…" King K. Rool proposed, putting his arm around K's shoulders. "What do you think?"

Taking hold of his sword in one hand and giving his belly armor a firm pat with the other. K smirked at his fellow king sized kremling and said…

"I think I'm gonna like being top tier."