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WARNING: This story contains farts and fatal popping.
Characters:
Woodard Bunny - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42547981/
Abigail Teifling - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43517217/
It was humid afternoon out in the jungle, an anthro bunny recently left his village in search of the fabled wish granter in hopes of great wealth. “Wish granter, oh wish granter, reveal yourself, as I desire audience with you!” Says Woodard, repeating himself while straying farther and farther away from his home. Exhausted and dirtied, the frail rabbit is about ready to collapse. “Please, I wish to submit myself to you as a humble servant...” He pants, leaning against a tree. Suddenly, a clawed finger gently runs down his back – startling the lost rabbit. “Really? Call for me as often as you did, and now you act surprised when I appear? Annoying vermin!” Scoffs the teifling, crossing her arms. “Wait, wait! I'm sorry! Please, just give me a chance, my goddess! I live to serve!” Begs Woodard, pathetically groveling.
“Hmm, very well... How do you feel about eels, my slave?” Asks Abigail, both fists laying sternly at her hips. “Slave? Uh, well, I like eels... No, actually, I LOVE eels! We simply don't have enough of them in the world!” Lies Woodard, only acting as if he cares so he could earn in her favor. “Good, I'm glad you agree. Follow your esteemed master, frail slave.” She grins, rubbing her claws together deviously... After about an hour-long hike, the two finally make it to the edge of a high cliff, overlooking the great sea. Pirate ships can be seen off in the distance. “This will do perfectly.” Smiles the teifling, rubbing the rabbits back. “W-What will do perfectly, m-master?” He asks, stuttering nervously.
“Devoted fool, do not question my authority! Now do as I demand!” Saying so, the teifling stands Woodard by the edge of the cliff, then points her claws at his feet - zapping the grass where he stands. Suddenly, bronze chains blast out of the dirt and wrap around his big feet. Held in place, the terrified rabbit can no longer run away. Before the bunny gets a chance to speak, Abigail leans in and gives him a deep, passionate kiss. For a moment, everything seemed to be okay, but then... ULP...! Like a big sloppy pearl, a gooey egg gets force-fed down Woodard's throat. “Ugh, master? What have you done to me?” Whimpers the rabbit, feeling sick. “I've implanted you with my blessing, dear slave. This is the fate you've enshrined yourself with, upon following those rumors of wealth. It's pitiful, really, but appreciated nonetheless.” Says Abigail, spreading her wings proudly.
Belching loudly, Woodard's tummy starts bloating rapidly. Gurgling noisily, the groggy bunny rubs all over his grotesquely swelling abdomen – looking as if he's nine-months pregnant with triplets. Sloshing in place, his belly button pops out like a rubber X-crossed cork. Feeling remarkably full, Woodard's eyes widen as he uncontrollably belches and farts – fluttering his cotton tail in the process. “Master? I don't-” URB...! “feel so-” URB...! “good...” He groans, quivering where he stands from the surprise weight gain. Swollen to the size and shape of a water-filled yoga ball, the inflation shifts from his belly, to his whole center-mass. Morbidly, not only is Woodard expanding in all directions, but actually getting taller from the process too. “This isn't a blessing at all, it's-” URB...! “a curse!” He cries, feeling all over his upper-abdomen and trying to stop it in vain.
Enjoying the nasty horror show, the teifling spreads her claws and cackles as loudly as she can. Bumping around energetically, hundreds upon hundreds of eels begin wobbling and pulsating his whole body – all while endless water continues to blow him up like a giant balloon. By this point, he's become so massive that his limbs are beginning to stiffly retract into their own pits. Now that he's become completely immobilized with no hope of independent movement, Abigail unlocks her magical demon chains and makes them vanish back into the ground. Wiggling his paws and feet desperately in their crevices, Woodard can just-barely see over the horizon that's become his chest. Roughly the size of a whale, the enormous bunny-blimp just keeps on inflating.
“Goodness, your flesh has far more elasticity than I anticipated! It seems that a quality incubator has wandered into my neck of the jungle, a blessing indeed!” She cheers, admiring her own work. Coughing up a splash of water, a puddle starts forming in the creases of his chubby neck rolls. “Oh... I'm so-” URB...! “fat... The most obese, actually! I'm nothing but a-” URB...! “freak now!” Cries Woodard, fidgeting his paws and feet in despair. “Awe, don't worry my waterlogged slave. You won't be a freak for very long...” Saying so, she backs away while the cliff starts to crack beneath him – unable to withstand such a drastic amount of weight. Looking as if he's pregnant with two fully grown whales, the many stretch marks that have been forming are becoming far more pronounced now.
“Too full, too full! Please, I'm gonna-” URB...! “EXPLODE!” Moans Woodard, having his head totally vanish into his tight neck-cave. Comically, only his long rabbit ears dangle out now. Like a gingerbread cookie, the cliffs edge snaps off, sending Planet Woodard into a twirling plummet straight down for the ocean. Scream-belching and farting the whole way down, the perpetually-inflating bunny actually reaches his maximum size during the midair descent. Finally, after ballooning to gargantuan proportions, Planet Woodard bursts apart dramatically hard before he could even reach the sea. Quaking the whole area, thousands upon thousands of eels happily rain into the ocean, along with the scraps of their incubator. “Such a quality slave, he was. Gone, but certainly not forgotten. I must find more...” Proudly, Abigail returns to the jungle, where she can continue to curse more unsuspecting villagers, using their own greed against them. THE END
Characters:
Woodard Bunny - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42547981/
Abigail Teifling - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43517217/
It was humid afternoon out in the jungle, an anthro bunny recently left his village in search of the fabled wish granter in hopes of great wealth. “Wish granter, oh wish granter, reveal yourself, as I desire audience with you!” Says Woodard, repeating himself while straying farther and farther away from his home. Exhausted and dirtied, the frail rabbit is about ready to collapse. “Please, I wish to submit myself to you as a humble servant...” He pants, leaning against a tree. Suddenly, a clawed finger gently runs down his back – startling the lost rabbit. “Really? Call for me as often as you did, and now you act surprised when I appear? Annoying vermin!” Scoffs the teifling, crossing her arms. “Wait, wait! I'm sorry! Please, just give me a chance, my goddess! I live to serve!” Begs Woodard, pathetically groveling.
“Hmm, very well... How do you feel about eels, my slave?” Asks Abigail, both fists laying sternly at her hips. “Slave? Uh, well, I like eels... No, actually, I LOVE eels! We simply don't have enough of them in the world!” Lies Woodard, only acting as if he cares so he could earn in her favor. “Good, I'm glad you agree. Follow your esteemed master, frail slave.” She grins, rubbing her claws together deviously... After about an hour-long hike, the two finally make it to the edge of a high cliff, overlooking the great sea. Pirate ships can be seen off in the distance. “This will do perfectly.” Smiles the teifling, rubbing the rabbits back. “W-What will do perfectly, m-master?” He asks, stuttering nervously.
“Devoted fool, do not question my authority! Now do as I demand!” Saying so, the teifling stands Woodard by the edge of the cliff, then points her claws at his feet - zapping the grass where he stands. Suddenly, bronze chains blast out of the dirt and wrap around his big feet. Held in place, the terrified rabbit can no longer run away. Before the bunny gets a chance to speak, Abigail leans in and gives him a deep, passionate kiss. For a moment, everything seemed to be okay, but then... ULP...! Like a big sloppy pearl, a gooey egg gets force-fed down Woodard's throat. “Ugh, master? What have you done to me?” Whimpers the rabbit, feeling sick. “I've implanted you with my blessing, dear slave. This is the fate you've enshrined yourself with, upon following those rumors of wealth. It's pitiful, really, but appreciated nonetheless.” Says Abigail, spreading her wings proudly.
Belching loudly, Woodard's tummy starts bloating rapidly. Gurgling noisily, the groggy bunny rubs all over his grotesquely swelling abdomen – looking as if he's nine-months pregnant with triplets. Sloshing in place, his belly button pops out like a rubber X-crossed cork. Feeling remarkably full, Woodard's eyes widen as he uncontrollably belches and farts – fluttering his cotton tail in the process. “Master? I don't-” URB...! “feel so-” URB...! “good...” He groans, quivering where he stands from the surprise weight gain. Swollen to the size and shape of a water-filled yoga ball, the inflation shifts from his belly, to his whole center-mass. Morbidly, not only is Woodard expanding in all directions, but actually getting taller from the process too. “This isn't a blessing at all, it's-” URB...! “a curse!” He cries, feeling all over his upper-abdomen and trying to stop it in vain.
Enjoying the nasty horror show, the teifling spreads her claws and cackles as loudly as she can. Bumping around energetically, hundreds upon hundreds of eels begin wobbling and pulsating his whole body – all while endless water continues to blow him up like a giant balloon. By this point, he's become so massive that his limbs are beginning to stiffly retract into their own pits. Now that he's become completely immobilized with no hope of independent movement, Abigail unlocks her magical demon chains and makes them vanish back into the ground. Wiggling his paws and feet desperately in their crevices, Woodard can just-barely see over the horizon that's become his chest. Roughly the size of a whale, the enormous bunny-blimp just keeps on inflating.
“Goodness, your flesh has far more elasticity than I anticipated! It seems that a quality incubator has wandered into my neck of the jungle, a blessing indeed!” She cheers, admiring her own work. Coughing up a splash of water, a puddle starts forming in the creases of his chubby neck rolls. “Oh... I'm so-” URB...! “fat... The most obese, actually! I'm nothing but a-” URB...! “freak now!” Cries Woodard, fidgeting his paws and feet in despair. “Awe, don't worry my waterlogged slave. You won't be a freak for very long...” Saying so, she backs away while the cliff starts to crack beneath him – unable to withstand such a drastic amount of weight. Looking as if he's pregnant with two fully grown whales, the many stretch marks that have been forming are becoming far more pronounced now.
“Too full, too full! Please, I'm gonna-” URB...! “EXPLODE!” Moans Woodard, having his head totally vanish into his tight neck-cave. Comically, only his long rabbit ears dangle out now. Like a gingerbread cookie, the cliffs edge snaps off, sending Planet Woodard into a twirling plummet straight down for the ocean. Scream-belching and farting the whole way down, the perpetually-inflating bunny actually reaches his maximum size during the midair descent. Finally, after ballooning to gargantuan proportions, Planet Woodard bursts apart dramatically hard before he could even reach the sea. Quaking the whole area, thousands upon thousands of eels happily rain into the ocean, along with the scraps of their incubator. “Such a quality slave, he was. Gone, but certainly not forgotten. I must find more...” Proudly, Abigail returns to the jungle, where she can continue to curse more unsuspecting villagers, using their own greed against them. THE END
Category Story / Inflation
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 135 x 105px
File Size 8.3 kB
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