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Was this the tenth dinner, or the eleventh…? Bowser had begun to lose track of what past through his gullet...

It had been a few days since Bowser and Yoshi had departed from their newly designated feasting room. It was not that they were constrained, but rather that hours upon hours of pure binging led to an inevitable food coma which had become their nightly tradition. The King was too lazy to bother getting to his feet, and Yoshi too eager to cuddle instead of promoting any exercise. The dinosaur had long since returned to his chirpy self, no longer fearful, and his happy-go-lucky insistence on gluttony had become nearly law in the Kingdom.

Today was proving to be no different from the others: Bowser had eaten himself into a stupor at Yoshi’s paw, the two were drenched with each other’s saliva due to their shared hungry kisses, and there was still so much eating to do. Only one particular reluctance had interrupted their standard show. The royal whale had attempted to get up for the first time in days, only to encounter a resistance so severe that neither buttcheek managed to heave off the ground. Finally, a logical thought passed between them… maybe he had eaten a tad too much.

“Urghh… alright, that’s it…! No more!” Bowser suddenly stammered from the end of Yoshi’s fingertips, much to his surprise. A true lack of self-control presented itself with the way the King licked at the dinosaur’s paw like an addict handed their fix. Even so, the loudmouth produced one final hooplah in defense of the sunken nuggets that had once been his feet. The bulbs attempted to stretch, but were perfectly encased in a sphere of fat which denied them access to the golden tiles beneath them. His rounded fat-ridden toes attempted to cross, the final wall against this tireless gluttony that was threatening to steal away his ability to escape. “If I eat one more bite, I’m going to burst…” Yet, the tables were still stacked to the rooftops with foods meant for them.

One fleshy embrace and a light kiss to the cheek from the lime-green enabler lowered the blockade and both reptiles knew: Bowser would never stand before his minions again.
There was a shameless span where the two looked silently into each other’s eyes and exchanged new understanding. This dinosaur had walked the King of the Koopas to the edge of the a weighty abyss, and now they stood over the cliffside together, the ground cracking at their feet. Yoshi too had come to be a little lard balloon, his middle filled out as if their many nights together had flooded his core. Bowser took a pride in that; not only did the dinosaur reek of his scent, but his figure was a reflection of his own. He owned him. Or, perhaps they owned one another now?

Yoshi answered that mental pause as he crawled up the mighty mountain of blubber once more, using succulent sweaty rolls as his supports. In his grip was the final bite, the contract, a simple muffin decorated which chocolate chips. “You’re so cute when you eat, Bowser. You should never ever stop…~” Before his beloved beast was able to give his predictable contestment, the dinosaur plugged the King’s mouth shut with deliciousness. One chubby green sausage solidly pushed the pastry down the moist chute, then the room shook, the very floor threatening to give out beneath him! In celebration the two stuffed reptiles shared a kiss where they dined upon each other’s lips, licking and tying tongues like lust-filled demons. If this was the dish fate had served, they gratefully accepted.

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There was some solace in knowing Yoshi was getting too fat to run back and forth from the tables however, it meant Bowser was free to slow down. That was what he foolishly presumed, but the glow in the dinosaur’s eyes seemed to suggest he was not done with his fun yet.

The smaller green pet rolled onto his backside and rose his paw upward, waving his flabby finger inward as if to be beckoning the Gluttony Gods to complete his duties. The enlisted white Koopa cook adhered to his cue and the whirl of propellers suddenly filled the air. Bowser, at a loss, attempted to lift his head from the tire of neck-fat which subdued it in order to see what trickery his mate had in store! By the time his eyes met with a replica of his Koopa copter, it was too late.

The craft was skillfully piloted above, stopping short of crashing into the downed blobs. From the clown’s mouth came it's greyed cannon and it took aim at the King’s curiously parted lips.

“What’re you… RRRGHHMMMPPHH!?”

Neither Yoshi or the pilot waited for the former dictator to finish his final word for the day. His mission became that of survival when a ceaseless flow of gooey chocolate pudding came rushing from the cannon. Lumps of pure fat traveled down his throat and filled his cheeks, causing his head to sink into his rolls of neck. Bowser’s vision blurred and his eyes were forced to a close. Sinking into his own fat, he groaned loudly and accepted his newest offering.The King’s final action was simply to grab the cannon and direct it to a more comfortable position.

Meanwhile, Yoshi relaxed fully, content with his sins. Giggling, he cushioned his spines between the royal whale’s cleavage, basking in his glory as he felt his spot become all the more cushiony, slowly but surely rising him upward and outward. His new bed was great, he loved it more than any other, and it was only going to become better!

“Mmm…~ If you think you’re big now, just wait till dessert!”