The first of my "What-If" stories asking, well, "what if something else happened?" In this case, what if all the action as Kuzco, Pacha, and Yzma fought over the potion caused some "instability" in it, altering how the potion works with some very interesting side-effects, and a whole lotta llama.


.:Rated general for:.
>Quadruped to Anthro TF
>WG
>>Sudden WG
>>Rapid Continuous WG
>>A Lot of WG
>>Giant Obese Llama
>Some Belching

Kuzco/The Emperor's New Groove is © Disney.


Word Count: 2273

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Kuzco's Potion Fail

You know how the story goes. Kuzco and Pacha climbed to the top of the palace, but failed to reach the potion before Yzma took it, only for Chekov’s Kronk to seal her fate. We know the potion was secured, drunk, and the llama once again became a man. But, what if this wasn’t the case? Those potions were pretty volatile after all. Yzma slamming her wrinkly ass down on one created a massive explosion and smoke cloud as she turned into a cat. All that rattling around as the potion was fought over, even from the very beginning, well…, that couldn’t have been good for it, could it? Makes one wonder then: What if the potion failed to work the right way? What if… it didn’t quite do what it said on the label?

The potion, shaken and stirred so much, was rattling about in Pacha’s hand. The contents were fizzing, displaying a volatility that would make any long-lived alchemist duck for cover. It disturbed the transfigured emperor and the peasant. “I don’t think it’s supposed to do that” Pacha pointed out.

“Yeah, well, that’s a risk I’m willing to take here, so gimme gimme” Kuzco decided, wiggling his hooves coaxingly.

Popping the cork, both of them flinched from the purple-pink smoke cloud erupting out of it, the potion’s bubbling increasing in intensity. Pacha immediately corked it again, though he was having difficulty keeping the cork in. “On second thoughts, let’s go inside just in case that thing attempts to blow us off my palace” the llama decided, and tapped twice on an innocuous part of the wall.

It slid aside, providing a short and narrow passage for the two. “Wow, how’d you know this was here?” the peasant inquired as he only just barely fit through it.

“Oh I know some of the hidden passages, some even the dinosaur didn’t even know about. Used to use them a lot when I was just a little emperor” Kuzco said nostalgically.

It led them into a shiny antechamber, with floors and walls so polished you could see your face in them. Pacha whistled loudly as the llama passed him, the passage re-sealing itself. “I forgot how posh your palace was” he commented.

“Yeah well now that we beat the wrinkly old bag of bones, all I gotta do is drink that potion and it’s gonna be allll mine once again” Kuzco declared.

Pacha eyed the volatile potion, and he wasn’t so sure. “Do you think it’ll still work? It got tossed around a lot when we fought Yzma, and it doesn’t look right” he worried.

“It has to work. It’s the only human potion Yzma had and I don’t think she’s in a fit state to make me another one. And I am NOT trusting Kronk to make it. He makes it and I could wind up with three heads and fifteen arms” the llama said disparagingly. “I’ll just have to, y’know, risk it.”

“If you’re sure” the peasant said with concern, and yet, he still uncorked the potion.

The small sparks sprayed out of the potion as it was handed over, and Kuzco swallowed hard. “Well, see you on the other side” he said with a forced smile, and he downed it. Swirls of magic ran around him, followed by an eruption of smoke. It spun around the emperor in a thick cloud that steadily thinned. “Well, did it work?” he asked impatiently as the smoke cleared.

Pacha’s eyes were like dinner plates as the clouds dissipated. “It umm, sorta did” he answered meekly.

“What do you mean sorta did? Either it worked or it didn’t!” Kuzco said testily as his footsteps clopped on the shiny floors. “What, why do you keep staring?” he asked, slowly looking down at his hands. “Do I have something on my… oh no. Nononononoooo!” he wailed, seeing what was below.

He had fingers, but there were thin and lanky and beige, with the last joins all black and hard like his hooves. And below his hands was thick shaggy red fleece that ran up his shoulders to his body. “Noooo llama hands” he wailed, and looked to the shiny, and very reflective walls.

HE WAS STILL A LLAMA! A HUMAN-SHAPED LLAMA! He had a human body shape, though it was a little broader from all the llama muscles, but it was all covered in red fleece. Well, except for the shag of black hair that ran from his head down his shortened neck right to form a thick bush on his chest. And, well, admittedly his hair was looking pretty slick with a nice mane in the back, and his longer bangs as well. But the problem was- “Ugh, llama face” he groaned, pulling at his cheeks.

“At least you’re kinda human” Pacha pointed out in the hopes of adding a bright spot.

“But I’m still a llama you stu- Ugh, I know you’re trying to help, but I can’t rule an empire as a half-llama freak!” the anthro llama complained.

“At least people will be able to sorta tell your shape. Though the guards will probably call you a demon llama. Walking on two legs isn’t going to help. Maybe I could vouch for you?”

“The guards worked for Yzma. They see a peasant like you and they’ll launch you out the nearest window” Kuzco countered.

“Well, you have hands now. How about we go to Yzma’s lab and try to make the potion ourselves?” Pacha suggested.

“That… that could work. Okay let’s do it” the llama nodded, pulling himself from his reflection to face the peasant. He caught Pacha’s eye looking downwards, and he followed it. Kuzco’s face went red as he covered his crotch. “No lookie! Perv” he chided.

“We’ll grab you some pants on the way” Pacha decided.

BAWOMP!

“Uhhhh” the peasant droned, his jaw flopping.

“Oh no, what now?” Kuzco moaned as he looked down. Hanging below and pushing between his arms was a big fat blubbery llama belly. “Ehhh?!” he shrieked, pulling his arms away.

His chubby gut bounced and fell, hanging over his groin all fat and jiggly like he swallowed an entire turkey dinner. Kuzco was aghast at it, and from how his body was suddenly vibrating, making a noise like a balloon rapidly inflating. Suddenly, his chest exploded outwards into his heavy moobs, followed by a rush as his shoulders and arms filled with cake batter. His sides widened dramatically, with big gropeable love handles that broadened his big fat tear-drop shaped belly. His hips and legs also rapidly KABLORPED, making his lower body just as fat and jiggly as the rest of him, aside from…. “Oh no” Kuzco whispered, craning his head around the back. “No no no” he whimpered as his flat butt vibrated.

His hips rocked from the sudden expansion of his ass, which slapped and wobbled about from the violent motion. His blubber sloshed about, wiggling and jiggling like a plate of jell-o that was only capable of settling down very slowly. The llama was forced to keep his arms up for balance, his small hooves having trouble keeping him steady with all this fat bouncing about. And when everything seemed to settle, his lard exploded outwards again, fully rounding him out into a big fat obese anthro llama. “You umm, look quite good for your size” Pacha spoke up, though it was through a hand clasped to his mouth.

“Good?! I look like you!” Kuzco snarled as he fondled and bounced his big fat moobs.

“I think you’re fatter, actually” the peasant couldn’t help but say.

The llama snorted testily. “We need to get to the lab, NOW!” he shrieked.

He would have ran, but his thick, doughy thighs ensured he couldn’t do more than keep a steady waddle instead. They rubbed together constantly as he walked, which produced a subtle burning aroma and a potential bald patch. Pacha nodded to himself as he watched Kuzco slowly jiggle away, his butt bouncing about underneath his little llama tail. “Do you need any-”

“No! I can do this myself!” Kuzco answered stubbornly.

But with every step he took, he was looking just a might bit… bigger. His fat belly was inching steadily outwards, its forceful slaps against his groin getting heavier, more powerful, and definitely louder as it went from him looking like he ate a dog to looking like he ate a small horse. His hips had to keep broadening to account for his widened figure, thick creases spreading across his sides and saggy belly as his love handles worked to keep up. The llama’s ample red moobs rose steadily like fresh bread, the sides of their mass pressing into his burgeoning arms and getting pushed back against each other. Thy squished a cleft that was deepening slowly, and starting to get seeped in sweat as his vast, gelatinous form was hard work to move. His arms were like balloons filling with water, and jiggled exactly the same. If not for the crease of his elbow you wouldn’t even be able to tell where his upper arm ended and his forearm began. But what you could tell was his forearms were expanding around his hands, which were getting pretty swollen themselves. Kuzco’s mass sloshed loudly, his blubber swaying about as he only barely made his way through a narrow doorway. This wasn’t in any way aided by his cakey thighs that ground together or his flabby calves that ran into cankles. His little hooves trembled as he worked to keep himself upright. And up above his neck was sinking and merging with his lardy shoulder line, their distinction gradually fading away. An extra chin hung from his muzzle, and a third one was coming along nicely while he huffed and puffed between fattening cheeks.

It was incredible to see this in motion, the llama rapidly gaining weight to the point he was suddenly taller than the peasant, and definitely not stopping any time soon as he was already much, much wider. His rump alone, still swelling with mass to the point each cheek could be considered a great lake with how the lard rippled across their surface. The tail above was like a lonely reed, sinking into the quagmire of his enormous booty that hung nearly two feet off of him, and merging to a point somewhere near the back of his knees. Kuzco was an absolute blimp as his waddle slowed to almost a halt, his enormous, hippo-sized belly hanging nearly to the floor and absolutely caked in sweat. Great big droplets formed on the underside, dripping off of it in fat beads. The llama huffed loudly, turning into a prolonged wheeze that jostled his tremendous bulk until it resembled the waves of a stormy sea. And if he was the waves, then the gloshing and churning of his blubber was the lightning, if not in force than definitely in volume. But he wasn’t going to be stopped, not now, not when he was so close. “You coming?” he boomed to Pacha as he took another step, small cracks spreading underneath his hooves.

“I am if you are” the peasant nodded as he helped Kuzco along with an arm to that enormous ass.

“Hey! No touchy!”

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They never made it to the lab, as Kuzco had zero chance of fitting on the rollercoaster unless he rolled along it like a boulder. But, as it turned out, he didn’t need a replacement potion when the guards found it hard to argue with a talking llama the size of a blimp, and the durability of steel. So, Kuzco once more had his throne, albeit with some “modifications”. For one thing, the tall dais he used to sit on had been replaced with a more modest six inch high platform, and as for the throne, well…. “MAKE WAY FOR EMPEROR KUZCO!” the announcer called, and ducked out of the way.

BOOM!

BOOM!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!!

Kuzco entered, and boy did he enter. The anthro llama towered at twenty feet tall, and was basically the shape of a boulder with the density of pancake batter. His gut was literally the size of a small hill, and it left a trail of sweat behind as it dragged on the floor in spite of jutting out at least fifteen feet. His moobs would slap with each step, his destructive wake powerful enough to make them rise and plap as he moved. His ass rhythmically CLAPPED like thunder as they protruded almost as far as his hillock of a gut did, with his tiny tail lost somewhere in the abyss of his squished crack. The floor cracked under his small hooves, each one bigger than the last as he belched loudly, his flabby cheeks bouncing and his neck, or lack thereof as it had merged with his tubby shoulders, jostled violently from his agonisingly long burp. Kuzco’s progress was slow, but he eventually made it to his new, very enormous golden throne. Raising his derriere high and wiggling it about, he slammed it down, sending cracks through solid gold as the armrests dug into his hips and sides and gut, which spilled out in front of him like a blanket. His ass, meanwhile, rose upwards to just under his shoulder blades. The llama sighed as he rested his cheek on his small bloated hand, his digits sinking so deeply into his flab they vanished. “Well,” he said to himself, “at least I’m the emperor again. UUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!! Huff, SERVANTS! BRING ME MY FOURTH LUNCH! I’M HUNGRY!” he moaned loudly as his mountainous gut grumbled like a storm.