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The Iron Stomach Challenge
Master Tigress faces a challenge from Po,
The idea was from this drawing of Tigress ^w^
“The Iron Stomach Challenge”
by Bynnie-Jackalope
After a tough practice battle between Master Tigress and Po the dragon warrior, Po was lying on the wooden floor, catching his breath. When Tigress told him that if he kept slacking off in training, no one would see him as the Dragon Warrior.
Po defended himself by saying that Tigress's workouts were very complicated and that he bet she couldn't handle one of his workouts. Teasingly, Tigress asked if sleeping all day was considered training. Po said no, but that she still couldn't do it.
Tigress said it was fine; he could give her any training, and she would beat him. So Po excitedly said she should do the Iron Stomach Challenge. Tigress said eating isn't training, but Po still said she couldn't beat his record for dumplings eaten, and she accepted the challenge.
Later, they met at the Jade Palace. Po said it was a quiet place where they could have the challenge in peace, so he set up a wooden table and took out a golden bowl with a small mountain of dumplings. Tigress sat down opposite Po with determination, her eyes shining with defiance. Steaming dumplings lined the table, and wasting no time, she attacked the first bite. Her jaw tightened, swallowing one, then another, without pause.
Soon, her tight warrior outfit began to protest. The strings of her pants stretched slightly as her thighs began to expand, filling with soft fat. Her rear bulged against the chair, gaining more padding with each new dumpling devoured.
Po blinked as he noticed Tigress's belt slowly strangling her belly. "Hey, Tigress, maybe you should…"
"Silence, Po!" she growled, grabbing another handful. Her breasts, once contained by her tight garment, now pressed against the fabric, swelling like bags of flour that kept getting added.
The chair creaked violently as her hips widened enough to spill over the sides of the chair like fresh bread dough. Her clothes strained to dangerous limits, the seams weeping at the relentless advance of her fatness. "Almost... there..." Tigress muttered, ignoring the sound of her shirt tearing down her back, her orange fur peeking out between the gaps.
But it was when her enormous, round, and heavy belly bounced on her thick thighs—now so large they were rubbing together—that something creaked. Her clothes tore with a thunderous crack, and suddenly, Tigress was exposed, her clothes reduced to shreds around her bulky figure.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" she roared, looking down. Her neck, thickened with a large double chin, supported a fuller face, her chubby cheeks quivering with every word. Her breasts, as large as her head, rested on a belly that rippled with every small movement. Her legs felt like pillars coated in smooth butter.
Tigress struggled to move. Her once agile and powerful body was a mountain of blubber, trapped beneath its weight. Po, possessed by the cursed Golden Bowl of Plenty, continued to feed her without stopping, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light as he shoved another dumpling between her lips.
"Mmmf—Po, stop!" She tried to protest, but her voice was drowned out by another dumpling. Every time she closed her mouth, he covered her nose, forcing her to open it again to breathe... and then, whoosh! Another dumpling entered. Her throat worked tirelessly and against her will, while her body continued to expand.
Her arms, once strong, now dug into the sides of her gigantic belly, unable to help her resist. Her enormous, heavy chest pressed against his face further, muffling her complaints. Her rear end had become a soft, quivering mass of butter that lifted her off the ground, trying to compete in size with his enormous belly.
"Gluurk—! Po, PLEASE—burp—no more—dumplings!" She begged between belches, her voice distorted by the layers of fat now enveloping her neck.
And with a PLOP! Her enormous rear end had grown so large that it made her roll forward, pushing Po to the ground, leaving the dragon warrior trapped beneath the immensity of her fat. Only then did he stop feeding her and seem to begin to wake up from his trance. "Ugh! Tigress... I can't... breathe..." he gasped, his face imprisoned between her gigantic breasts.
And they were stuck in the middle of the Jade Palace, with Tigress unable to move under her weight and Po, crushed under her breasts, without being able to call for help, desperately hoping someone would find them...
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The idea was from this drawing of Tigress ^w^
Tigress“The Iron Stomach Challenge”
by Bynnie-Jackalope
After a tough practice battle between Master Tigress and Po the dragon warrior, Po was lying on the wooden floor, catching his breath. When Tigress told him that if he kept slacking off in training, no one would see him as the Dragon Warrior.
Po defended himself by saying that Tigress's workouts were very complicated and that he bet she couldn't handle one of his workouts. Teasingly, Tigress asked if sleeping all day was considered training. Po said no, but that she still couldn't do it.
Tigress said it was fine; he could give her any training, and she would beat him. So Po excitedly said she should do the Iron Stomach Challenge. Tigress said eating isn't training, but Po still said she couldn't beat his record for dumplings eaten, and she accepted the challenge.
Later, they met at the Jade Palace. Po said it was a quiet place where they could have the challenge in peace, so he set up a wooden table and took out a golden bowl with a small mountain of dumplings. Tigress sat down opposite Po with determination, her eyes shining with defiance. Steaming dumplings lined the table, and wasting no time, she attacked the first bite. Her jaw tightened, swallowing one, then another, without pause.
Soon, her tight warrior outfit began to protest. The strings of her pants stretched slightly as her thighs began to expand, filling with soft fat. Her rear bulged against the chair, gaining more padding with each new dumpling devoured.
Po blinked as he noticed Tigress's belt slowly strangling her belly. "Hey, Tigress, maybe you should…"
"Silence, Po!" she growled, grabbing another handful. Her breasts, once contained by her tight garment, now pressed against the fabric, swelling like bags of flour that kept getting added.
The chair creaked violently as her hips widened enough to spill over the sides of the chair like fresh bread dough. Her clothes strained to dangerous limits, the seams weeping at the relentless advance of her fatness. "Almost... there..." Tigress muttered, ignoring the sound of her shirt tearing down her back, her orange fur peeking out between the gaps.
But it was when her enormous, round, and heavy belly bounced on her thick thighs—now so large they were rubbing together—that something creaked. Her clothes tore with a thunderous crack, and suddenly, Tigress was exposed, her clothes reduced to shreds around her bulky figure.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" she roared, looking down. Her neck, thickened with a large double chin, supported a fuller face, her chubby cheeks quivering with every word. Her breasts, as large as her head, rested on a belly that rippled with every small movement. Her legs felt like pillars coated in smooth butter.
Tigress struggled to move. Her once agile and powerful body was a mountain of blubber, trapped beneath its weight. Po, possessed by the cursed Golden Bowl of Plenty, continued to feed her without stopping, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light as he shoved another dumpling between her lips.
"Mmmf—Po, stop!" She tried to protest, but her voice was drowned out by another dumpling. Every time she closed her mouth, he covered her nose, forcing her to open it again to breathe... and then, whoosh! Another dumpling entered. Her throat worked tirelessly and against her will, while her body continued to expand.
Her arms, once strong, now dug into the sides of her gigantic belly, unable to help her resist. Her enormous, heavy chest pressed against his face further, muffling her complaints. Her rear end had become a soft, quivering mass of butter that lifted her off the ground, trying to compete in size with his enormous belly.
"Gluurk—! Po, PLEASE—burp—no more—dumplings!" She begged between belches, her voice distorted by the layers of fat now enveloping her neck.
And with a PLOP! Her enormous rear end had grown so large that it made her roll forward, pushing Po to the ground, leaving the dragon warrior trapped beneath the immensity of her fat. Only then did he stop feeding her and seem to begin to wake up from his trance. "Ugh! Tigress... I can't... breathe..." he gasped, his face imprisoned between her gigantic breasts.
And they were stuck in the middle of the Jade Palace, with Tigress unable to move under her weight and Po, crushed under her breasts, without being able to call for help, desperately hoping someone would find them...
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