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A rather late but still welcome entry for Juicy July, we follow Mao Mao being a little underhanded in getting out of Parent-Teacher Night, so he can have himself some sweet, sweet Cobbler Time. Unfortunately, with the microwave and oven both out of commission, his desperate leads him to find Badgerclops' secret garage, and also a very large microwave. Surely nothing could go wrong with a microwave that has "Caution: Radioactive" on it, right? Mao Mao doesn't think so as he enjoys his cobbler, and all the juicy consequences that come with it.
Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart is © Parker Simmons/Cartoon Network.
Word Count: 5551
The Ripe Fist of Justice
Being a hero takes many things. It takes skills. An awesome sword. An amazing cape. And of course a code of heroism passed down by your heroic ancestors. What it doesn’t take is having a cold. “AHHH-CHOOOO!”
Mao Mao recoiled on the couch, a moist towel on his head, and a comfortable blanket keeping him warm. A thick green trail of snot hung from his nose before being comically sucked back up by a vacuum-like sniff. “Oh man Badgerclops, it’s so bad I got this cold so I can’t go to the Parent-Teacher Night with you and Adorabat” he sniffled, snuggling into this blanket.
“I don’t see why you can’t come” Badgerclops pouted. “It’s not like being sick bothered you before.”
“And I learned my lesson! A hero is NOT WEAK for needing to his rest, for rest ensures he will be ready for when trouble comes a’knockin’” the black cat recited, sounding oddly not-very-congested.
The badger’s squinting eye somehow narrowed in suspicion, or as the young kids would say, he “Pressed F to Doubt”. “What was your temperature, again?” he queried with heavy suspicion.
“One hundred and four, straight from my mouth” the sheriff responded, making sure to cough twice.
“Hmmm, it did, didn’t it? Hmm… okay then!” Badgerclops said brightly.
“Aww, is Mao Mao still sick?” Adorabat moaned as she fluttered into the room.
“Yeah, sorry Adorabat. Sweet, precious, trusting Adorabat. Unfortunately I’m still sick, and to avoid spreading my hideous germs, I must stay home. It’s for the good of everyone that I make this sacrifice” the feline hero hammed.
“Yeah-heh-heh, real big sacrifice buddy” Badgerclops snarked as he opened the front door. “Well, be sure to get plenty of rest and we’ll be back in two hours; maybe an hour if something hilarious shuts it down early.”
“Bye bye Mao Mao!” the adorable bat chirped as she flew out the door with the badger in tow.
“Remember to bring me a gift bag!” the cat cried out as the door closed.
There was a faint mumble on the other side, and then silence. Mao Mao settled into the couch, slowly counting down until he was sure they were gone. “Heh heh heh, works every time” he smirked and tossed the blanket aside. Discarding the head towel, he pulled a long strand of slime from his nose and cast it aside. “Totally worth it to have that putti up my nose for ten hours” he chuckled deviously with a fangy smile.
With the base now free, it was time for the sheriff to partake of his favourite and most forbidden alone act. Creeping into the kitchen and looking around with suspicion (and a LOT of paranoia), Mao Mao tippy-toed to the fridge and opened the freezer. The rush of cold air was refreshing and invigorating after having willed himself to maintain his temperature all day. Wiggling his gloved hands, the cat grabbed at a bag of frozen peas and pulled from it a tray of frozen peach and blueberry cobbler. It had been the perfect hiding place for it, for neither Badgerclops of Adorabat would ever think of going near the peas. It was a stroke of brilliance, and the sheriff was already salivating from just having it in his hands. Oh, if his Ancestors could see him, they’d be so disapproving of this delicious, forbidden dish. “So worth faking illness” he said to himself as he marched over to the microwave. “Now to just- What?! BADGERCLOPS!” he screeched at the busted up appliance, and the note.
The note read: “Needed microwave for parts. Will fix like, later. -Badgerclops”
Growling, he turned to the oven, only for there to be another note saying: “Also needed to take oven wires. Will return sometime. -also Badgerclops”
Mao Mao seethed so hard he was turning red, with angry little clouds billowing around him. “Now how the heck am I going to reheat this cobbler? It’s not like I can eat it frozen” he complained, until a thought occurred. “Unless…?”
About two minutes later he was marching down the steps to Badgerclops’ garage, his bright blue tongue stuck solid to the frozen cobbler. “That lazy good-for-nothing…. Ugh, he should have something down here to cook my cobbler” Mao Mao complained to himself as he looked around the place.
Aside from the boiler, which from experience would be found to be a highly impractical means of cooking a cobbler, the sheriff found diddly squat. “I can’th belieth him” he slurred. “You’d thhhink thomeone like him would have a tool for heating. At leatht, one NOT attathed to him!”
Placing a hand on an innocuous part of the workbench, the tiniest little circle clicking downwards. Clicks and whirrs filled the room as Mao Mao staggered back, the workbench sinking into the ground and a wall parting to reveal a room beyond. The cat stepped into an enormous complex, his eyes wide and not even reacting as his tongue came free and slapped his face before returning to its rightful place. No, he was too engrossed by the countless vehicles and strange machines filling a room bigger than the rest of HQ combined. He grunted in perplexed shock as he looked about, seeing countless bikes and other vehicles; at all the strange and large devices, but then he spotted… “It”. “He…,” the feline began, his rage increasing by the second, “HE HAD A MICROWAVE THIS WHOLE TIME?!”
Right there as a part of a big machine marked with unimportant signs like “Caution” and “Radioactive” was a small little microwave. If not for the relief of having a microwave, he’d be so prepared to be angry about all this. But, he had to remember the Hero’s Code. “Never get angry when you have the advantage” he recited, calming himself.
Still, it was a quick trick to get the cobbler in, though where was the timer? “Is this it?” he muttered, pressing a button.
There was a bright flash, and some sizzling, and also a polite little ding for good measure. And once the door was opened, Mao Mao found his precious treat was bubbling and sizzling nicely. A slick of drool coated his maw, and the greedy sheriff reached inside to grab the very hot cobbler. “Ow ow ow ow oww!” he yipped, bouncing the tray between his hands like a hot potato.
It hit the floor and miraculously stayed in one piece, though from this angle there was a noticeable…, not bubbling, but more of a throbbing. The cobbler was throbbing, and pulsating a little. Perhaps a trick of the light, but Mao Mao used the hem of his cape to bring it over to a tiny work table, where he rubbed his hands with glee. “Oh yeah, I’m going to enjoy the heck out of this cobbler” he said in a way that could almost be considered homoerotic, provided, of course, one can be gay for cobbler; or any food, now one thinks about it.
Blowing away the steam and cooling it down, the cat took a fist full of the stuff and crammed it in his mouth. He moaned loudly, enjoying the outstanding, almost explosive flavour of the peaches and blueberries; it was like little bubbles of juice were exploding in his mouth. Even from having been frozen it was soooo goooooddddd! Mao Mao shed a tear of joy as he stuffed his face full of mushy goodness, a thick smear of juice circling his mouth. Palm-filling handfuls vanished into his hungering maw, devouring the cobbler so hard he licked the container clean. “Oooooohhhhh” he moaned, rubbing his flat middle and relishing in the delicious cobbler. “Oooohhh you were so good. I wish I had another just to do it all again” he continued to moan as he licked some juice from his face.
Cobbler Time truly had become his most favourite alone time venture. Well okay there was training, which was important. And doing patrol as well, can’t forget that. Ehhh it’s up there, anyways. “Urrrpp!” he belched wetly, the taste of the cobbler on his tongue again.
Sighing contentedly, the cat regarded one of the large wall clocks. “It’s been thirty minutes already?!” he yelped. “How?!” he gasped.
Sighing, he probably should go get ready since, knowing Badgerclops and Adorabat, there’s a good chance they’d leave early after the schoolhouse got set on fire or something like that. Anything to get out of PT Night early. Getting up unsteadily, the feline was feeling maybe a little too full after his cobbler binge. It was a big cobbler yeah, but nothing he hadn’t soloed before. He stifled another burp and pressed a hand to his tummy; it was feeling kinda warm, which made sense, it was hot cobbler after all. But on the inside he was feeling a little weird. “Ugh, trust Badgerclops’ microwave to not cook it right” he complained.
His stomach was feeling all gloopy, and he was a little dizzy as he stumbled across the room. Gripping his stomach with both hands, he felt like it was about to burst. Something inside was desperately trying to claw its way out! He couldn’t stop it!
“BBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!”
The entire Headquarters rattled from the force of Mao Mao’s belch, a stream of peach and blue vapour spewing from his mouth as he vented harder than a blocked boiler. He belched so hard he knocked himself to the ground, and even pinned himself all the way to the feeble end. “Ooof, okay, addition to the Hero’s Code: Chew your cobbler a bit more. And take sensible bites too to avoid gas” he groaned, getting back up.
Once he was back on his feet, he still felt oddly sloshy, as if he had drunk a lot of water. Curiously prodding his middle, Mao Mao couldn’t seem to find anything wrong. “Ehhh maybe I am getting sick” he figured, heading for the exit.
The strange liquid feeling didn’t leave him. If anything, it felt like it was getting progressively worse by the second. And he didn’t even need his finely tuned heroic instincts to tell he was swaying a bit more left and right than usual. So, stopping again, he stared down at his front, gently massaging it. It was getting kinda soft down there, which was a big clue to either lay off the cobbler, or to up the training. Glosh. “What was that?” the feline demanded, glaring at the surrounding area.
Finding very little amiss, the sheriff grimaced as the fullness in his middle seemed to be increasing, with the watery feeling rising inside him. He rubbed his front again to soothe it, but soon found that the circumference of his motion was getting a little… bigger. Slosh. Finally hitting him, Mao Mao was slack-jawed as his fine feline front suddenly swelled into a little bump around his sash. “What the?” he yelped, lifting up is sash to find himself with a bit of a tummy. “No no nooo what?!”
Squeezing himself, what was there didn’t seem to move like fat. His pinches seemed to shift whatever was inside him to the other side, only to squish back into place once he let go. And through it, the full feeling was growing, as was his middle. Creeping out very slowly, the cat was gobsmacked at his bulging belly. It rumbled loudly, hanging in place yet subtly sloshing from side to side, the heat once inside him now feeling a little cool, and, actually kinda… refreshing? Not that it being refreshing was on the list of his priorities as his delicate sash was starting to strain around his wobbly middle. Buglosh! Eyes like pinpricks, Mao Mao’s head turned slowly to behind him, and with the utmost dread he pulled aside his cape. “WHAT?! NOOOOOO!” he lamented.
His finely tuned glutes had become a little pair of cheeks, bunching under his little stump of a tail. They wobbled ever so slightly, a slight chill in them, just like in his middle. “What is HAPPENING to me?” he gasped at his slightly voluptuous figure.
He stifled something of a burp, or maybe it was acid reflux, either way, he could taste both peaches and blueberries. His detective senses went off immediately, and he eyed the empty cobbler tray. “YOU!” he accused.
Perhaps a bad move, as his outstretched arm puffed up suddenly, looking a little porky and a lot squishier compared to his svelte self. He made a worried and disturbed noise that’s hard to translate into words, but it kinda sounds like a seal going through a thresher. Pressing his fingers into it, the weird substance shifted aside, just as it did before. Staring down, the sheriff groaned as he held onto his inflated gut. It had ballooned into a nice plump spherical shape, and yet he had trouble holding onto it, as the contents seemed to squish through his fingers. More liquid churning filled his ears as his attire struggled against the rising mound, a slight tinge of orange-pink starting to appear at the very top and steadily spreading out from underneath the sash. He could roll it from side to side with ease, ripples running through it as the full feeling never ceased. And yet, the more his belly would inflate, the more the fullness remained the same, only just… bigger. It just grew, and grew, and grew, his gut spreading into his sides giving him a more rounded personality, err, figure. The tightness of the sash was a different matter, but after the events of that one night of nakedness, he just couldn’t bring himself to remove it. Better to let it die a hero than to be discarded in ignominy. As for other acts of heroism, he looked back again, and groaned loudly. His little tuckus was steadily blimping upwards; in fact, it looked to be gaining even faster than his belly. It was as if a pump had been stuck to his cheeks, inflating them full of water to have them creeping outwards so briskly, gradually gaining an inch and accelerating. Already they were squishing together like a pair of ripe oranges, which didn’t sound big, but considering he was flat before, that was already too much. Giving a quick squat, he grimaced from how they shook and shimmied about, the same liquid sloshing filling the air from his front and back. “I gotta get outta here. Th-there might be something in the Hero’s Code about weird cobbler curses” he said hurriedly as he tried to get a move on.
It was getting harder to keep a steadily pace, as his body was swaying from side to side as he walked. His belly would ripple in an unpleasant way, and his expanding butt kept grinding against itself, gaining more ounce in their bounce with each hurried step. His middle grumbled testily, making a stretchy noise as it fought against his sash. It was a losing battle as the fabric dug deeply into his bloating middle. It seemed to keep his size supressed, but for how long? His gut was inflating so much now it was almost at inches in sudden growth; or, was it filling? He wasn’t even sure beyond the constant bubbling inside him, or with the elastic straining. Wait, straining? WAPOING! Mao Mao held out a desperate hand as his sash launched like a rubberband, flying clear over Badgerclops’ collection and hitting the wall on the other side. And with it gone his stomach bulged back into its round shape, another ripple running through it as it gloshed merrily. The feline gulped hard, and shuddered as he could feel a surge behind him, his swelling rump getting bigger and plumper, the underside of his cape brushing against his globes. “Gotta leave” he repeated to himself while desperately ignoring the strange cool feeling washing through him.
Every step felt another step longer, his free-hanging gut starting to slap at his thighs while the bouncing and swaying of his cantaloupe cheeks were messing with his balance. And that wasn’t even getting into faint webs of peach and blue spreading from the affected areas and washing over him, creeping up his back and down his legs. His thighs had their gap steadily reduce as they became plump, and puffy. They jostled like bingo wings and rippled all the same from his belly slapping at them. His insides grumbled fitfully, another surge swelling him up as the undersides of his cheeks ballooned enough to leave an imprint in his cape. “Nooo” he moaned loudly.
Stuffing his hand to his cheeks, he groaned even louder as his delicate hands sank into the ampleness of his rump, the weird filling squishing about yet always returning to their same plump shape. The sheriff grimaced again, blue sweat on his brow as the exit seemed to be farther away than his father’s love. And yet he persisted, even as his belly kept spilling outwards, his sides growing supple-yet-pulled folds, with everything jiggling away. And always, ALWAYS he felt so full, and bloated. It was like he had drunk an entire barrel of water and was looking for another to guzzle down. Maybe he had, only way he could describe the ridiculously bottom heavy look of his. His thighs were getting so thick they were like broad wafer cones, with his enormous, rollicking ass as the ice-cream on top! It was starting to push his cape aside, their black and peach lower hemispheres hooving into view with the coldness of exposure tickling at them. His feet trembled from all the excess weight adding to his burgeoning frame, and his knee guards were feeling a little tight around the calves. Even with one step they rubbed, his body rippling and insides sloshing about. And then, it hit him like the taste of peaches and blueberries on his tongue. He wasn’t getting fatter! He was… he was…. “I’m filling… WITH JUICE?!”
The fullness made complete sense now, as beneath his fur his body was pumping itself up with sweet, rich juice! The sudden realization, while sweet, was short lived as his body rocked and rumbled, his belly stretching out taut and plump, weaves of peach and some strands of blue spreading to the upper side of its rising form. Mao Mao testily rubbed at it, but it just wouldn’t come off; not even the saliva tricked could get rid of it. BUT THAT ALWAYS WORKED! The cat trembled, not from fear, but in general as his rump swelled with rich juice, his cape draping over it as it began to turn fully peach-coloured, with stripes and webs of deep blue crossing across them. “Why there?!” he complained at the sheer, absurd girth of his cheeks now outsizing his front.
The jiggled violently, sudden surges of juice inflating them up bigger than the ripest watermelon, with all the softness of a water bed. In fact, it seemed the more of him there was, the faster and bigger he would swell. His expanding rump squished against the back of his flooded thighs, which themselves were compressed around the fine straps used to keep on his knee guards. The bloated feline made a desperate waddle, but found a roadblock in the vast line of Badgerclops’ vehicles. They were all set up like a stack of dominos from end to end, prompting Mao Mao to complain “Who stacks vehicles like that?!”
But they were between him and escape, and sadly he was too heavy and fraught with juice to do any of his cool moves. So sucking his gut in as much as possible, he tried to squeeze his way through a gap that looked wide enough, from the outside. But once he was in, he found he couldn’t suck in his behind, his enormous cheeks smearing themselves across the vehicle, dangerously tilting as he made his way through. His progress was slow, and very desperate as he tried his best to make it past without knocking anything over. “Don’tgrowdon’tgrowdon’tgrow” he repeated desperately.
A funny saying really, because, unbeknownst to him, the vehicles seemed to be getting smaller in more than one way, as all the bulk seemed to be stretching out his torso, or maybe it was his plump, liquidy thighs? Or maybe both, as the cat inched upwards as much as he did outwards, his belly still filling away in a steady trickle, though the weight barely hung any lower. Unable to hold it in anymore, Mao Mao exhaled hard, his front surging outwards and hitting the opposing motorcycle, the device tilting hard. The sheriff held his breath, but thankfully, the vehicle didn’t topple over. “Thank goodness” he sighed.
Unfortunately, for him, his rump picked a poor time to also suddenly expand; it was like a hose had been stuffed up the uhh, backdoor, his enormous cheeks stealing inches of space, filling out past their juicy shape into vast islands of roundness. The surge was enough to knock the vehicle behind him hard, which knocked into the next, and then into the next. Mao Mao held his breath as the line toppled into each other like dominos, the last one of twenty falling and an alarm blared loudly. “Darn it Badgerclops!” the feline complained, and he made his escape.
But walking in a straight line was impossible, as his imposing belly found it hard to keep still, gloshing loudly and weighing him down from the front. And from behind his dumptruck ass bounced with more force than one of his kicks, a mighty wave running through him as the liquid inside churned violently, swaying rhythmically from left to right. He may as well have tried to run with a pack full of rocks for how fast he was moving, the peach and blue colouration spreading across him like a plague. Already it had completely marred his gut and ass with peach and blue, and now it was even spreading along his torso, his chest bulging with supple moobs as the colour infested it. Even his neck was feeling a little plump with his cape’s collar digging into it; and he was still inflating, his entire body one big water balloon! He had such a hefty gut even Badgerclops would suggest a diet, and the less said about his behind the better. His legs were so thick as to be potentially taut now, his entire mass still jiggling about like he was the world’s biggest jell-o. His arms were getting so big and plump like small throw pillows, and he could even feel his jawline getting fuller too. But he was so close to the exit now he could almost taste it. Actually, he could taste it. It tasted like blueberries and peaches. A lot of that, in fact. Tasting the inside of his mouth, the sheriff was distracted by the taste, and a small reversing mirror on a workbench. Grabbing it, Mao Mao grimaced at how fat his face was, and also from the encroaching colouration. It was horrifying to see his black fur stained peach, with splotches of blue appearing at random. “Nooo” he said weakly as the colour circled his eyes.
His green sclera slowly turned peach, the encroaching colour reaching his pupils and turning them blue. He was completely peachy now, and stuffed to the brim with heavy, sloshing juice. “HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM SUCKA!”
Yelping loudly, Mao Mao raised his chubby arms, his bulk jiggling about as Badgerclops was in the entrance, aiming his blaster at him. “IT’S ME YOU IDIOT!” the sheriff barked, lowering his arms.
“Who’s “me” Pink Eye?” the badger demanded.
“Mao Mao you dummy! I’m just this weird colour!” Mao Mao countered.
Badgerclops looked the stranger up and down. Sure, he looked like Mao Mao, but Mao Mao wasn’t big and fat and taller than he was. A fact the feline realized as he towered over his deputy, with almost all of that in his gut and his enormous ass that jut out for over two feet. “Yeah? A likely story” the badger asserted, charging up.
“Ask me something only I would know!” the cat begged.
“I dunno what a stranger would know!”
“ARGH! Then ask me to ask you to ask me a secret about you!”
“Okay, ask me to ask you to ask me to ask… you? Tell me what my deepest, darkest fear is?” Badgerclops decided.
“Your crushing self-doubt. That, or people not liking your bangs” Mao Mao answered automatically.
The badger stared, the energy in his gun intensifying before it transformed back into his hand. “Okay it’s you. What the heck happened?” he asked, stretching his arm out to poke the sheriff’s belly.
“Is it safe yet?” Adorabat chirped, flying into the room.
“Yeah it’s cool, it’s just Mao Mao” the badger answered as he kept poking the sheriff.
“Stop that!” he barked, slapping the hand away, only for the bat to land on his vast rump and start bouncing. “And stop that!”
“Hee hee, it feels like a waterbed!” Adorabat giggled as he bounced from cheek to cheek.
“Adorabat stop that or I’ll arrest you under Statute Fourteen, Section Twenty-Two, for no bouncing on a sheriff’s behind!”
“Pfft, you’re totally making that up” Badgerclops scoffed.
“Look it up! It’s on page a hundred and forty-three!”
“I will” the deputy said, bringing out a law book. He mumbled to himself as he flipped to the correct page, and he read it carefully. “Huh, I’ll be. Yeah sorry Adorabat, I’m gonna have to arrest you” he said, his hand swapping out of a pair of cuffs.
“Awww” the bat sighed, sliding off of the feline’s sloshing rump.
“I still wanna know what happened to you. Also, I totally knew you were faking sick” Badgerclops smirked.
“Fine I was, okay?! And I don’t know what happened. All I did was reheat my cobbler in your microwave over there, I ate it, and now look at me: I’m a huge blimp!” Mao Mao cried, slapping his prominent belly.
It rippled and churned loudly, then it wiggled, and suddenly it upsized. The cat puffed up dramatically, his gut rounding and going taut like a big fat ball, while his rumps pressed down into his thighs, squishing and merging into them as a slight tear ran along his leggings. His body wobbled vigorously, the juice bubbling about inside him loud enough to fill the room. Badgerclops took a cautious step away from the expanding cat, his gaze turning to where Mao Mao pointed to. “You used… my “microwave”?” he repeated his Irradiator.
“Yeah. It cooked in a flash, then I ate it, what’s the big issue here?” the sheriff complained.
His deputy ran over to the cobbler tray and put a device to it, which started to BEEP wildly. Turning a wide eye, he immediately long-distance grabbed Adorabat who was batting at Mao Mao’s tush and pulled her in. A hazmat suit formed around him and the bat, who was stuck in the headpiece. “Dude, you ate radioactive cobbler!” he exclaimed.
“I didn’t know it was radioactive! And why do YOU have radioactive items I don’t know about?!” Mao Mao countered.
“Pfft, it’s just cobalt, it’s not like I have uranium… yet. Anyways, you’re totally… huh” the badger huhed as he brought his Geiger counter to the sheriff. It was producing no sound whatsoever. “Guess you aren’t radioactive. Weird. Usually people who eat radioactive stuff tend to turn into piles of goo, but I guess radioactive cobbler is alright then” he shrugged nonchalantly, the hazmat suit deactivating.
“Yeah, but I can’t go out on patrol looking like this!” the feline complained as he grabbed his belly and shook it.
The sheriff’s body wobbled and rolled, the constant gyrations intensifying from a sudden force coming from inside as another surge of juice inflated him. His gut ballooned until his flesh seemed to pull taut, a small lump of his inner navel poking out from the constant pressure inside him. It still rocked and rolled all the same, filling out his sides until nary a crease could be found. Mao Mao gripped it to steady it, his supple moobs popping up to tickle his jiggly chin. With his balance restored, the cat noticeably widened his stance, his face blushing blue as he could feel his cape wasn’t even touching his ginormous boulder buns anymore. The terrible two less-than-subtly gyrated in place, their mass filled with so many gallons of sweet and rich juice that surged down his chunky thighs. The tears on his leggings increasing, now splitting halfway down to make way for his rich and full form. “Ugh” Mao Mao groaned, placing a hand to his gut and sending another ripple through it.
Adorabat and Badgerclops were momentarily hypnotised by the jiggling and growth, but rallied. “Eh, you’ll be fine, probably” Badgerclops said dismissively, waving a coy hand as he did. “I mean the colour should wash out and as for the uhh, the juice? Yeah the juice. I mean it’s just juice, you’ll be fine” the deputy added. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I don’t know, but you better be right about this” Mao Mao said darkly. “AND FIX THE MICROWAVE!”
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It was two days later, and for safety reasons Mao Mao had been sealed away to let the colour to wash out, and for the juice to run its course. It did, unfortunately, in the most natural way possible. By now Badgerclops and Adorabat were having breakfast when- THUMP! The table bounced, and it bounced again from another THUMP! The noise was getting closer, and the badger put a hand on the table to keep it down while he was buttering some toast. And then through the door came the cat. Mao Mao filled the door frame with black fur splashed with the occasional swatch of peach and blue colouring. Although, it was inappropriate to say he filled the frame, as technically his gut filled it first. Fatter than when he was a berry, his flab bulged around the wood, the sheriff working to fit his broad sides through. His vast squishy mass struggled to get itself through, the wood around it bulging and splintering, giving way for him to get through. The underside of his thick gut SLAPPED the floor as it pushed through, only for his plush sides just catching on the frame and barely making it through. Lastly, and most troublesomely, was his titanic derriere. As big as their couch, his enormous cheeks spilled around the wood, their flab getting stuck so fast he had to dig his feet in hard to pull it free. Thankfully a slick of peach-coloured sweat dripped from on high, lubricating the frame and coming unstuck with a loud POP! Panting hard, the cat’s broad face jiggled as he caught his breath in his soft moobs. Thankfully he wasn’t too large in the top side, but the further down he went, the wider and softer he got down to his hips and rump. His pert cheeks hung off of him like a drawbridge, being so round and soft and dominating almost all of his lower body. They bounced freely, their massive cleft deeper than the ocean and his tiny little tail tuft almost invisible despite crowning it. His fat thighs creased from the immense weight they had to bear.
Having caught his breath, the sheriff rose, his back arched a little forward to account for the massive weight from his behind. He rallied well, and looked pretty bashful with his friends’ eyes upon him. “So uhh, how do I look?” he asked meekly, gesturing to his new “outfit”.
He had omitted a sash entirely, cause nothing was big enough to loop around his gut, leaving his deep bellybutton exposed. His cape had been replaced by a curtain (crudely) dyed red, though it still fell short of hiding his big fat butt. For shin guards he had gone with two planks painted red, also rather crudely. All in all, it looked like he had fallen into a dumpster and walked out with whatever fell on him. “It, snrk, looks good” Badgerclops said woodenly, his cheeks twisted to avoid smiling.
“You look, very, pretty” Adorabat said slowly, and deliberately.
Mao Mao’s green eyes narrowed, and his face twisted into a big fat frown. “I KNEW IT! I’m going to go put on the Mao Mao suit” he grumped, storming off.
“I can’t believe you have a Mao Mao suit. What would you even use it for?” the badger snickered.
“Psychological warfare!” the cat declared as he struggled through the door frame. “I can, ngh, trick the enemy into thinking I’m not me by, oh you dirty- Trick the enemy into thinking I’m not me by wearing a suit under that! So I can pretend to be me, grrr, pretending to be someone else pretending to be me!” he grunted as he slowly made his way back through the door
Badgerclops eyed him carefully, making sure to remember every part of his enormous ass bouncing and struggling to get out. POP! The feline STOMPED away, and the deputy sighed adoringly. “I hate to see him go, but I love to see him leave” he said dreamily.
“What do you mean by that?” Adorabat queried.
“Eat your breakfast Adorabat” Badgerclops answered.
.:Rated general for:.
>Mixed Berry Inflation
>>Blueberry Belly
>>Peach Butt
>>Discolouration
>>Midberry Size
>Juice to Fat WG
>>Big Fat Cat
>>Stuck in DoorframeMao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart is © Parker Simmons/Cartoon Network.
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Being a hero takes many things. It takes skills. An awesome sword. An amazing cape. And of course a code of heroism passed down by your heroic ancestors. What it doesn’t take is having a cold. “AHHH-CHOOOO!”
Mao Mao recoiled on the couch, a moist towel on his head, and a comfortable blanket keeping him warm. A thick green trail of snot hung from his nose before being comically sucked back up by a vacuum-like sniff. “Oh man Badgerclops, it’s so bad I got this cold so I can’t go to the Parent-Teacher Night with you and Adorabat” he sniffled, snuggling into this blanket.
“I don’t see why you can’t come” Badgerclops pouted. “It’s not like being sick bothered you before.”
“And I learned my lesson! A hero is NOT WEAK for needing to his rest, for rest ensures he will be ready for when trouble comes a’knockin’” the black cat recited, sounding oddly not-very-congested.
The badger’s squinting eye somehow narrowed in suspicion, or as the young kids would say, he “Pressed F to Doubt”. “What was your temperature, again?” he queried with heavy suspicion.
“One hundred and four, straight from my mouth” the sheriff responded, making sure to cough twice.
“Hmmm, it did, didn’t it? Hmm… okay then!” Badgerclops said brightly.
“Aww, is Mao Mao still sick?” Adorabat moaned as she fluttered into the room.
“Yeah, sorry Adorabat. Sweet, precious, trusting Adorabat. Unfortunately I’m still sick, and to avoid spreading my hideous germs, I must stay home. It’s for the good of everyone that I make this sacrifice” the feline hero hammed.
“Yeah-heh-heh, real big sacrifice buddy” Badgerclops snarked as he opened the front door. “Well, be sure to get plenty of rest and we’ll be back in two hours; maybe an hour if something hilarious shuts it down early.”
“Bye bye Mao Mao!” the adorable bat chirped as she flew out the door with the badger in tow.
“Remember to bring me a gift bag!” the cat cried out as the door closed.
There was a faint mumble on the other side, and then silence. Mao Mao settled into the couch, slowly counting down until he was sure they were gone. “Heh heh heh, works every time” he smirked and tossed the blanket aside. Discarding the head towel, he pulled a long strand of slime from his nose and cast it aside. “Totally worth it to have that putti up my nose for ten hours” he chuckled deviously with a fangy smile.
With the base now free, it was time for the sheriff to partake of his favourite and most forbidden alone act. Creeping into the kitchen and looking around with suspicion (and a LOT of paranoia), Mao Mao tippy-toed to the fridge and opened the freezer. The rush of cold air was refreshing and invigorating after having willed himself to maintain his temperature all day. Wiggling his gloved hands, the cat grabbed at a bag of frozen peas and pulled from it a tray of frozen peach and blueberry cobbler. It had been the perfect hiding place for it, for neither Badgerclops of Adorabat would ever think of going near the peas. It was a stroke of brilliance, and the sheriff was already salivating from just having it in his hands. Oh, if his Ancestors could see him, they’d be so disapproving of this delicious, forbidden dish. “So worth faking illness” he said to himself as he marched over to the microwave. “Now to just- What?! BADGERCLOPS!” he screeched at the busted up appliance, and the note.
The note read: “Needed microwave for parts. Will fix like, later. -Badgerclops”
Growling, he turned to the oven, only for there to be another note saying: “Also needed to take oven wires. Will return sometime. -also Badgerclops”
Mao Mao seethed so hard he was turning red, with angry little clouds billowing around him. “Now how the heck am I going to reheat this cobbler? It’s not like I can eat it frozen” he complained, until a thought occurred. “Unless…?”
About two minutes later he was marching down the steps to Badgerclops’ garage, his bright blue tongue stuck solid to the frozen cobbler. “That lazy good-for-nothing…. Ugh, he should have something down here to cook my cobbler” Mao Mao complained to himself as he looked around the place.
Aside from the boiler, which from experience would be found to be a highly impractical means of cooking a cobbler, the sheriff found diddly squat. “I can’th belieth him” he slurred. “You’d thhhink thomeone like him would have a tool for heating. At leatht, one NOT attathed to him!”
Placing a hand on an innocuous part of the workbench, the tiniest little circle clicking downwards. Clicks and whirrs filled the room as Mao Mao staggered back, the workbench sinking into the ground and a wall parting to reveal a room beyond. The cat stepped into an enormous complex, his eyes wide and not even reacting as his tongue came free and slapped his face before returning to its rightful place. No, he was too engrossed by the countless vehicles and strange machines filling a room bigger than the rest of HQ combined. He grunted in perplexed shock as he looked about, seeing countless bikes and other vehicles; at all the strange and large devices, but then he spotted… “It”. “He…,” the feline began, his rage increasing by the second, “HE HAD A MICROWAVE THIS WHOLE TIME?!”
Right there as a part of a big machine marked with unimportant signs like “Caution” and “Radioactive” was a small little microwave. If not for the relief of having a microwave, he’d be so prepared to be angry about all this. But, he had to remember the Hero’s Code. “Never get angry when you have the advantage” he recited, calming himself.
Still, it was a quick trick to get the cobbler in, though where was the timer? “Is this it?” he muttered, pressing a button.
There was a bright flash, and some sizzling, and also a polite little ding for good measure. And once the door was opened, Mao Mao found his precious treat was bubbling and sizzling nicely. A slick of drool coated his maw, and the greedy sheriff reached inside to grab the very hot cobbler. “Ow ow ow ow oww!” he yipped, bouncing the tray between his hands like a hot potato.
It hit the floor and miraculously stayed in one piece, though from this angle there was a noticeable…, not bubbling, but more of a throbbing. The cobbler was throbbing, and pulsating a little. Perhaps a trick of the light, but Mao Mao used the hem of his cape to bring it over to a tiny work table, where he rubbed his hands with glee. “Oh yeah, I’m going to enjoy the heck out of this cobbler” he said in a way that could almost be considered homoerotic, provided, of course, one can be gay for cobbler; or any food, now one thinks about it.
Blowing away the steam and cooling it down, the cat took a fist full of the stuff and crammed it in his mouth. He moaned loudly, enjoying the outstanding, almost explosive flavour of the peaches and blueberries; it was like little bubbles of juice were exploding in his mouth. Even from having been frozen it was soooo goooooddddd! Mao Mao shed a tear of joy as he stuffed his face full of mushy goodness, a thick smear of juice circling his mouth. Palm-filling handfuls vanished into his hungering maw, devouring the cobbler so hard he licked the container clean. “Oooooohhhhh” he moaned, rubbing his flat middle and relishing in the delicious cobbler. “Oooohhh you were so good. I wish I had another just to do it all again” he continued to moan as he licked some juice from his face.
Cobbler Time truly had become his most favourite alone time venture. Well okay there was training, which was important. And doing patrol as well, can’t forget that. Ehhh it’s up there, anyways. “Urrrpp!” he belched wetly, the taste of the cobbler on his tongue again.
Sighing contentedly, the cat regarded one of the large wall clocks. “It’s been thirty minutes already?!” he yelped. “How?!” he gasped.
Sighing, he probably should go get ready since, knowing Badgerclops and Adorabat, there’s a good chance they’d leave early after the schoolhouse got set on fire or something like that. Anything to get out of PT Night early. Getting up unsteadily, the feline was feeling maybe a little too full after his cobbler binge. It was a big cobbler yeah, but nothing he hadn’t soloed before. He stifled another burp and pressed a hand to his tummy; it was feeling kinda warm, which made sense, it was hot cobbler after all. But on the inside he was feeling a little weird. “Ugh, trust Badgerclops’ microwave to not cook it right” he complained.
His stomach was feeling all gloopy, and he was a little dizzy as he stumbled across the room. Gripping his stomach with both hands, he felt like it was about to burst. Something inside was desperately trying to claw its way out! He couldn’t stop it!
“BBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!”
The entire Headquarters rattled from the force of Mao Mao’s belch, a stream of peach and blue vapour spewing from his mouth as he vented harder than a blocked boiler. He belched so hard he knocked himself to the ground, and even pinned himself all the way to the feeble end. “Ooof, okay, addition to the Hero’s Code: Chew your cobbler a bit more. And take sensible bites too to avoid gas” he groaned, getting back up.
Once he was back on his feet, he still felt oddly sloshy, as if he had drunk a lot of water. Curiously prodding his middle, Mao Mao couldn’t seem to find anything wrong. “Ehhh maybe I am getting sick” he figured, heading for the exit.
The strange liquid feeling didn’t leave him. If anything, it felt like it was getting progressively worse by the second. And he didn’t even need his finely tuned heroic instincts to tell he was swaying a bit more left and right than usual. So, stopping again, he stared down at his front, gently massaging it. It was getting kinda soft down there, which was a big clue to either lay off the cobbler, or to up the training. Glosh. “What was that?” the feline demanded, glaring at the surrounding area.
Finding very little amiss, the sheriff grimaced as the fullness in his middle seemed to be increasing, with the watery feeling rising inside him. He rubbed his front again to soothe it, but soon found that the circumference of his motion was getting a little… bigger. Slosh. Finally hitting him, Mao Mao was slack-jawed as his fine feline front suddenly swelled into a little bump around his sash. “What the?” he yelped, lifting up is sash to find himself with a bit of a tummy. “No no nooo what?!”
Squeezing himself, what was there didn’t seem to move like fat. His pinches seemed to shift whatever was inside him to the other side, only to squish back into place once he let go. And through it, the full feeling was growing, as was his middle. Creeping out very slowly, the cat was gobsmacked at his bulging belly. It rumbled loudly, hanging in place yet subtly sloshing from side to side, the heat once inside him now feeling a little cool, and, actually kinda… refreshing? Not that it being refreshing was on the list of his priorities as his delicate sash was starting to strain around his wobbly middle. Buglosh! Eyes like pinpricks, Mao Mao’s head turned slowly to behind him, and with the utmost dread he pulled aside his cape. “WHAT?! NOOOOOO!” he lamented.
His finely tuned glutes had become a little pair of cheeks, bunching under his little stump of a tail. They wobbled ever so slightly, a slight chill in them, just like in his middle. “What is HAPPENING to me?” he gasped at his slightly voluptuous figure.
He stifled something of a burp, or maybe it was acid reflux, either way, he could taste both peaches and blueberries. His detective senses went off immediately, and he eyed the empty cobbler tray. “YOU!” he accused.
Perhaps a bad move, as his outstretched arm puffed up suddenly, looking a little porky and a lot squishier compared to his svelte self. He made a worried and disturbed noise that’s hard to translate into words, but it kinda sounds like a seal going through a thresher. Pressing his fingers into it, the weird substance shifted aside, just as it did before. Staring down, the sheriff groaned as he held onto his inflated gut. It had ballooned into a nice plump spherical shape, and yet he had trouble holding onto it, as the contents seemed to squish through his fingers. More liquid churning filled his ears as his attire struggled against the rising mound, a slight tinge of orange-pink starting to appear at the very top and steadily spreading out from underneath the sash. He could roll it from side to side with ease, ripples running through it as the full feeling never ceased. And yet, the more his belly would inflate, the more the fullness remained the same, only just… bigger. It just grew, and grew, and grew, his gut spreading into his sides giving him a more rounded personality, err, figure. The tightness of the sash was a different matter, but after the events of that one night of nakedness, he just couldn’t bring himself to remove it. Better to let it die a hero than to be discarded in ignominy. As for other acts of heroism, he looked back again, and groaned loudly. His little tuckus was steadily blimping upwards; in fact, it looked to be gaining even faster than his belly. It was as if a pump had been stuck to his cheeks, inflating them full of water to have them creeping outwards so briskly, gradually gaining an inch and accelerating. Already they were squishing together like a pair of ripe oranges, which didn’t sound big, but considering he was flat before, that was already too much. Giving a quick squat, he grimaced from how they shook and shimmied about, the same liquid sloshing filling the air from his front and back. “I gotta get outta here. Th-there might be something in the Hero’s Code about weird cobbler curses” he said hurriedly as he tried to get a move on.
It was getting harder to keep a steadily pace, as his body was swaying from side to side as he walked. His belly would ripple in an unpleasant way, and his expanding butt kept grinding against itself, gaining more ounce in their bounce with each hurried step. His middle grumbled testily, making a stretchy noise as it fought against his sash. It was a losing battle as the fabric dug deeply into his bloating middle. It seemed to keep his size supressed, but for how long? His gut was inflating so much now it was almost at inches in sudden growth; or, was it filling? He wasn’t even sure beyond the constant bubbling inside him, or with the elastic straining. Wait, straining? WAPOING! Mao Mao held out a desperate hand as his sash launched like a rubberband, flying clear over Badgerclops’ collection and hitting the wall on the other side. And with it gone his stomach bulged back into its round shape, another ripple running through it as it gloshed merrily. The feline gulped hard, and shuddered as he could feel a surge behind him, his swelling rump getting bigger and plumper, the underside of his cape brushing against his globes. “Gotta leave” he repeated to himself while desperately ignoring the strange cool feeling washing through him.
Every step felt another step longer, his free-hanging gut starting to slap at his thighs while the bouncing and swaying of his cantaloupe cheeks were messing with his balance. And that wasn’t even getting into faint webs of peach and blue spreading from the affected areas and washing over him, creeping up his back and down his legs. His thighs had their gap steadily reduce as they became plump, and puffy. They jostled like bingo wings and rippled all the same from his belly slapping at them. His insides grumbled fitfully, another surge swelling him up as the undersides of his cheeks ballooned enough to leave an imprint in his cape. “Nooo” he moaned loudly.
Stuffing his hand to his cheeks, he groaned even louder as his delicate hands sank into the ampleness of his rump, the weird filling squishing about yet always returning to their same plump shape. The sheriff grimaced again, blue sweat on his brow as the exit seemed to be farther away than his father’s love. And yet he persisted, even as his belly kept spilling outwards, his sides growing supple-yet-pulled folds, with everything jiggling away. And always, ALWAYS he felt so full, and bloated. It was like he had drunk an entire barrel of water and was looking for another to guzzle down. Maybe he had, only way he could describe the ridiculously bottom heavy look of his. His thighs were getting so thick they were like broad wafer cones, with his enormous, rollicking ass as the ice-cream on top! It was starting to push his cape aside, their black and peach lower hemispheres hooving into view with the coldness of exposure tickling at them. His feet trembled from all the excess weight adding to his burgeoning frame, and his knee guards were feeling a little tight around the calves. Even with one step they rubbed, his body rippling and insides sloshing about. And then, it hit him like the taste of peaches and blueberries on his tongue. He wasn’t getting fatter! He was… he was…. “I’m filling… WITH JUICE?!”
The fullness made complete sense now, as beneath his fur his body was pumping itself up with sweet, rich juice! The sudden realization, while sweet, was short lived as his body rocked and rumbled, his belly stretching out taut and plump, weaves of peach and some strands of blue spreading to the upper side of its rising form. Mao Mao testily rubbed at it, but it just wouldn’t come off; not even the saliva tricked could get rid of it. BUT THAT ALWAYS WORKED! The cat trembled, not from fear, but in general as his rump swelled with rich juice, his cape draping over it as it began to turn fully peach-coloured, with stripes and webs of deep blue crossing across them. “Why there?!” he complained at the sheer, absurd girth of his cheeks now outsizing his front.
The jiggled violently, sudden surges of juice inflating them up bigger than the ripest watermelon, with all the softness of a water bed. In fact, it seemed the more of him there was, the faster and bigger he would swell. His expanding rump squished against the back of his flooded thighs, which themselves were compressed around the fine straps used to keep on his knee guards. The bloated feline made a desperate waddle, but found a roadblock in the vast line of Badgerclops’ vehicles. They were all set up like a stack of dominos from end to end, prompting Mao Mao to complain “Who stacks vehicles like that?!”
But they were between him and escape, and sadly he was too heavy and fraught with juice to do any of his cool moves. So sucking his gut in as much as possible, he tried to squeeze his way through a gap that looked wide enough, from the outside. But once he was in, he found he couldn’t suck in his behind, his enormous cheeks smearing themselves across the vehicle, dangerously tilting as he made his way through. His progress was slow, and very desperate as he tried his best to make it past without knocking anything over. “Don’tgrowdon’tgrowdon’tgrow” he repeated desperately.
A funny saying really, because, unbeknownst to him, the vehicles seemed to be getting smaller in more than one way, as all the bulk seemed to be stretching out his torso, or maybe it was his plump, liquidy thighs? Or maybe both, as the cat inched upwards as much as he did outwards, his belly still filling away in a steady trickle, though the weight barely hung any lower. Unable to hold it in anymore, Mao Mao exhaled hard, his front surging outwards and hitting the opposing motorcycle, the device tilting hard. The sheriff held his breath, but thankfully, the vehicle didn’t topple over. “Thank goodness” he sighed.
Unfortunately, for him, his rump picked a poor time to also suddenly expand; it was like a hose had been stuffed up the uhh, backdoor, his enormous cheeks stealing inches of space, filling out past their juicy shape into vast islands of roundness. The surge was enough to knock the vehicle behind him hard, which knocked into the next, and then into the next. Mao Mao held his breath as the line toppled into each other like dominos, the last one of twenty falling and an alarm blared loudly. “Darn it Badgerclops!” the feline complained, and he made his escape.
But walking in a straight line was impossible, as his imposing belly found it hard to keep still, gloshing loudly and weighing him down from the front. And from behind his dumptruck ass bounced with more force than one of his kicks, a mighty wave running through him as the liquid inside churned violently, swaying rhythmically from left to right. He may as well have tried to run with a pack full of rocks for how fast he was moving, the peach and blue colouration spreading across him like a plague. Already it had completely marred his gut and ass with peach and blue, and now it was even spreading along his torso, his chest bulging with supple moobs as the colour infested it. Even his neck was feeling a little plump with his cape’s collar digging into it; and he was still inflating, his entire body one big water balloon! He had such a hefty gut even Badgerclops would suggest a diet, and the less said about his behind the better. His legs were so thick as to be potentially taut now, his entire mass still jiggling about like he was the world’s biggest jell-o. His arms were getting so big and plump like small throw pillows, and he could even feel his jawline getting fuller too. But he was so close to the exit now he could almost taste it. Actually, he could taste it. It tasted like blueberries and peaches. A lot of that, in fact. Tasting the inside of his mouth, the sheriff was distracted by the taste, and a small reversing mirror on a workbench. Grabbing it, Mao Mao grimaced at how fat his face was, and also from the encroaching colouration. It was horrifying to see his black fur stained peach, with splotches of blue appearing at random. “Nooo” he said weakly as the colour circled his eyes.
His green sclera slowly turned peach, the encroaching colour reaching his pupils and turning them blue. He was completely peachy now, and stuffed to the brim with heavy, sloshing juice. “HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM SUCKA!”
Yelping loudly, Mao Mao raised his chubby arms, his bulk jiggling about as Badgerclops was in the entrance, aiming his blaster at him. “IT’S ME YOU IDIOT!” the sheriff barked, lowering his arms.
“Who’s “me” Pink Eye?” the badger demanded.
“Mao Mao you dummy! I’m just this weird colour!” Mao Mao countered.
Badgerclops looked the stranger up and down. Sure, he looked like Mao Mao, but Mao Mao wasn’t big and fat and taller than he was. A fact the feline realized as he towered over his deputy, with almost all of that in his gut and his enormous ass that jut out for over two feet. “Yeah? A likely story” the badger asserted, charging up.
“Ask me something only I would know!” the cat begged.
“I dunno what a stranger would know!”
“ARGH! Then ask me to ask you to ask me a secret about you!”
“Okay, ask me to ask you to ask me to ask… you? Tell me what my deepest, darkest fear is?” Badgerclops decided.
“Your crushing self-doubt. That, or people not liking your bangs” Mao Mao answered automatically.
The badger stared, the energy in his gun intensifying before it transformed back into his hand. “Okay it’s you. What the heck happened?” he asked, stretching his arm out to poke the sheriff’s belly.
“Is it safe yet?” Adorabat chirped, flying into the room.
“Yeah it’s cool, it’s just Mao Mao” the badger answered as he kept poking the sheriff.
“Stop that!” he barked, slapping the hand away, only for the bat to land on his vast rump and start bouncing. “And stop that!”
“Hee hee, it feels like a waterbed!” Adorabat giggled as he bounced from cheek to cheek.
“Adorabat stop that or I’ll arrest you under Statute Fourteen, Section Twenty-Two, for no bouncing on a sheriff’s behind!”
“Pfft, you’re totally making that up” Badgerclops scoffed.
“Look it up! It’s on page a hundred and forty-three!”
“I will” the deputy said, bringing out a law book. He mumbled to himself as he flipped to the correct page, and he read it carefully. “Huh, I’ll be. Yeah sorry Adorabat, I’m gonna have to arrest you” he said, his hand swapping out of a pair of cuffs.
“Awww” the bat sighed, sliding off of the feline’s sloshing rump.
“I still wanna know what happened to you. Also, I totally knew you were faking sick” Badgerclops smirked.
“Fine I was, okay?! And I don’t know what happened. All I did was reheat my cobbler in your microwave over there, I ate it, and now look at me: I’m a huge blimp!” Mao Mao cried, slapping his prominent belly.
It rippled and churned loudly, then it wiggled, and suddenly it upsized. The cat puffed up dramatically, his gut rounding and going taut like a big fat ball, while his rumps pressed down into his thighs, squishing and merging into them as a slight tear ran along his leggings. His body wobbled vigorously, the juice bubbling about inside him loud enough to fill the room. Badgerclops took a cautious step away from the expanding cat, his gaze turning to where Mao Mao pointed to. “You used… my “microwave”?” he repeated his Irradiator.
“Yeah. It cooked in a flash, then I ate it, what’s the big issue here?” the sheriff complained.
His deputy ran over to the cobbler tray and put a device to it, which started to BEEP wildly. Turning a wide eye, he immediately long-distance grabbed Adorabat who was batting at Mao Mao’s tush and pulled her in. A hazmat suit formed around him and the bat, who was stuck in the headpiece. “Dude, you ate radioactive cobbler!” he exclaimed.
“I didn’t know it was radioactive! And why do YOU have radioactive items I don’t know about?!” Mao Mao countered.
“Pfft, it’s just cobalt, it’s not like I have uranium… yet. Anyways, you’re totally… huh” the badger huhed as he brought his Geiger counter to the sheriff. It was producing no sound whatsoever. “Guess you aren’t radioactive. Weird. Usually people who eat radioactive stuff tend to turn into piles of goo, but I guess radioactive cobbler is alright then” he shrugged nonchalantly, the hazmat suit deactivating.
“Yeah, but I can’t go out on patrol looking like this!” the feline complained as he grabbed his belly and shook it.
The sheriff’s body wobbled and rolled, the constant gyrations intensifying from a sudden force coming from inside as another surge of juice inflated him. His gut ballooned until his flesh seemed to pull taut, a small lump of his inner navel poking out from the constant pressure inside him. It still rocked and rolled all the same, filling out his sides until nary a crease could be found. Mao Mao gripped it to steady it, his supple moobs popping up to tickle his jiggly chin. With his balance restored, the cat noticeably widened his stance, his face blushing blue as he could feel his cape wasn’t even touching his ginormous boulder buns anymore. The terrible two less-than-subtly gyrated in place, their mass filled with so many gallons of sweet and rich juice that surged down his chunky thighs. The tears on his leggings increasing, now splitting halfway down to make way for his rich and full form. “Ugh” Mao Mao groaned, placing a hand to his gut and sending another ripple through it.
Adorabat and Badgerclops were momentarily hypnotised by the jiggling and growth, but rallied. “Eh, you’ll be fine, probably” Badgerclops said dismissively, waving a coy hand as he did. “I mean the colour should wash out and as for the uhh, the juice? Yeah the juice. I mean it’s just juice, you’ll be fine” the deputy added. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I don’t know, but you better be right about this” Mao Mao said darkly. “AND FIX THE MICROWAVE!”
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It was two days later, and for safety reasons Mao Mao had been sealed away to let the colour to wash out, and for the juice to run its course. It did, unfortunately, in the most natural way possible. By now Badgerclops and Adorabat were having breakfast when- THUMP! The table bounced, and it bounced again from another THUMP! The noise was getting closer, and the badger put a hand on the table to keep it down while he was buttering some toast. And then through the door came the cat. Mao Mao filled the door frame with black fur splashed with the occasional swatch of peach and blue colouring. Although, it was inappropriate to say he filled the frame, as technically his gut filled it first. Fatter than when he was a berry, his flab bulged around the wood, the sheriff working to fit his broad sides through. His vast squishy mass struggled to get itself through, the wood around it bulging and splintering, giving way for him to get through. The underside of his thick gut SLAPPED the floor as it pushed through, only for his plush sides just catching on the frame and barely making it through. Lastly, and most troublesomely, was his titanic derriere. As big as their couch, his enormous cheeks spilled around the wood, their flab getting stuck so fast he had to dig his feet in hard to pull it free. Thankfully a slick of peach-coloured sweat dripped from on high, lubricating the frame and coming unstuck with a loud POP! Panting hard, the cat’s broad face jiggled as he caught his breath in his soft moobs. Thankfully he wasn’t too large in the top side, but the further down he went, the wider and softer he got down to his hips and rump. His pert cheeks hung off of him like a drawbridge, being so round and soft and dominating almost all of his lower body. They bounced freely, their massive cleft deeper than the ocean and his tiny little tail tuft almost invisible despite crowning it. His fat thighs creased from the immense weight they had to bear.
Having caught his breath, the sheriff rose, his back arched a little forward to account for the massive weight from his behind. He rallied well, and looked pretty bashful with his friends’ eyes upon him. “So uhh, how do I look?” he asked meekly, gesturing to his new “outfit”.
He had omitted a sash entirely, cause nothing was big enough to loop around his gut, leaving his deep bellybutton exposed. His cape had been replaced by a curtain (crudely) dyed red, though it still fell short of hiding his big fat butt. For shin guards he had gone with two planks painted red, also rather crudely. All in all, it looked like he had fallen into a dumpster and walked out with whatever fell on him. “It, snrk, looks good” Badgerclops said woodenly, his cheeks twisted to avoid smiling.
“You look, very, pretty” Adorabat said slowly, and deliberately.
Mao Mao’s green eyes narrowed, and his face twisted into a big fat frown. “I KNEW IT! I’m going to go put on the Mao Mao suit” he grumped, storming off.
“I can’t believe you have a Mao Mao suit. What would you even use it for?” the badger snickered.
“Psychological warfare!” the cat declared as he struggled through the door frame. “I can, ngh, trick the enemy into thinking I’m not me by, oh you dirty- Trick the enemy into thinking I’m not me by wearing a suit under that! So I can pretend to be me, grrr, pretending to be someone else pretending to be me!” he grunted as he slowly made his way back through the door
Badgerclops eyed him carefully, making sure to remember every part of his enormous ass bouncing and struggling to get out. POP! The feline STOMPED away, and the deputy sighed adoringly. “I hate to see him go, but I love to see him leave” he said dreamily.
“What do you mean by that?” Adorabat queried.
“Eat your breakfast Adorabat” Badgerclops answered.
Category Story / Inflation
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