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So close to that next goal, but there were still plenty of donations to more than double Jose and victor's sizes! Good news, though! Donations have already reached $450, so that means every donated dollar from here on is worth 4 lbs! I think we can get these guys to double their mass again, yeah?
Victor and Jose lumbered out of the maddening house of Vucub-Came, and into the second tier of Xibalba. Here, the roads were broader and the houses finer, and the spirits seemed even older, adorned in the armor of Spanish Conquistadors and the robes of Aztecs. Huffing slightly, Victor was jogging, his belly wobbling like a miniature earthquake, to keep up with Jose’s wide strides.
“Hey! You wanna slow down?” he puffed. “We don’t even know where we’re going!”
Jose crossed his arms, biceps mashing against his pecs as he rubbed his chin. “Hm…” He looked over the sprawling estates of Xibalba’s more fortunate denizens. Zoning in on one particular estate with warm light pouring out of the windows and a lush garden ringing its stone walls, the bull snapped his fingers. “That one, amigo!” he declared, taking quick strides over to its decorated facade.
“Wait- wait!” Victor called out, wobbling all the way and tugging on Jose’s arm. “Why that one, specifically?”
Jose looked from the house to his corpulent friend, and back to the house, smiling. “It looks nice!”
Victor smacked his forehead. “Of course.”
The two came to the grand stone house, the door open and pouring out warm light, a great contrast from the rest of the city of the dead. Victor immediately distrusted it. “Jose, I don’t know if this is a good idea…”
“Joo worry too much! The last challenge worked out well, si?” Jose grinned.
“Yeah, but we almost got killed by a trickster wolf the size of a house!”
“Ah! Is that the sound of muy hungry travellers I hear?” a warm, matronly voice called from the door. A noticeably well-fed and voluptuous bovine filled the doorway, adorned in a red and yellow dress and decidedly Aztec headdress. Her voice and the white patch on her muzzle were eerily familiar to Jose.
“...Mama?”
“Close, mijo!” she chuckled, reaching up to pat Jose on the head. “I am La Madre- Tender of the hearth and home, and joo two must be starving!”
Victor looked down at his globular stomach, Jose’s boulder shoulders, and then back to La Madre. “We look like we’re… starving?”
“Of course, mijo! Come inside, and La Madre will feed joo properly!” she insisted, grabbing them both by the arm and tugging them in. La Madre’s home was awash with tantalizing smells; the scent of spices and warm tamales hung in the air, with a roaring fire crackling cheerfully before a large table, laden with tropical fruits, tamales, tacos, burritos, quesadillas, and churros, all of them warm and fresh.
“Is…” Victor gulped, his nose involuntarily twitching. “Is all this food real? Like… I can eat it?” His question was punctuated with a large growl from his stomach.
La Madre chuckled, coming over to Victor and patting his exposed gut. “Mijo, es todo para usted. It is all for you! Eat joor fill, this is what La Madre is here for! Joo wish to become powerful enough to defeat Xolotl, si?”
Jose blinked. “How did joo know that, Mama?”
The bovine goddess tapped the musclebound bull on the nose. “La Madre. I know all there is to know in Xibalba… Xolotl thinks he can trap you here, but do not worry, La Madre will take care of you- now eat!” She said, slapping Victor’s broad back. The tigrat grinned bashfully, but then eagerly began filling his plate.
Jose rubbed his hands together. “Jose has been waiting for a good meal!” He took one step towards the table, but not before La Madre snagged him by the ear, yanking him back.
“Ah, ah, ah! Joo need to work out! Joor friend needs to eat to fill his wind jewel, joo need to lift! It is how you both have decided to absorb the spirit energy; it is too late to change now!” La Madre chided.
“But… but…” Jose’s lip quivered. “Jose likes tamales!”
“¡Deja de quejarte! Less whining, more lifting! Joo can eat after your workout!” La Madre ordered.
Jose looked utterly offended, his mouth curling down into a pout. “Joo are not like mama at all!”
La Madre rolled her eyes, and turned back to Victor, who was only nibbling on one piece of fruit. “Hey! Mijo, you call that eating?”
“I…” Victor looked longingly at the mountain of rich food laid out. “Well, I didn’t want to go up another size…”
“Starving yourself will not fix anything!” La Madre sighed out of exasperation. “Joo two need more help than La Madre thought- she has a helper for such things.” She snapped her fingers, and in a puff of smoke, there appeared a solidly built white tiger with a cauldron gut and arms thick as a gorilla’s.
“This is Akari, he will help me with you two.” She clapped her hands once. “Akari! ¡Hacerle comer! Make sure he eats his fill.”
The white tiger brushed back his blue hair, straightening the turquoise amulet around his thick neck. “Yes, ma’am!” He turned to Victor, filling up his plate.
The tigrat, in turn, stared at the tiger; he was clearly still alive. “Hey, buddy,” he whispered. “What’re you doing here?”
“Oh, I help La Madre out every other week, and she gives me the best Mexican food. I’m married to royalty, so I can’t really be seen at the local Taco Bell, y’know? Do you know how hard it is to find a good burrito in a royal palace? It’s all little horderves or morsels on silver platters,” he frowned. “That’s not real food! A real meal should make you feel like you slipped lead pellets in your stomach, something you need to loosen your belt for. Though you have plenty experience with loosening belts, right pal?” He chuckled, smacking Victor’s belly as he piled up a small pyramid of burritos for the hybrid.
“...You have a little trouble finding good Mexican food, so you enter into a pact with a Mesoamerican death god?” If Victor’s brow could arch any higher, it would run into his coiffed hair.
“Hey, it’s that good! Try it!” Akari pushed a burrito on the tigrat.
Taking one last skeptical look at the white tiger, Victor took a healthy bite, and as the taste hit his tongue, his eyes went wide. “...Oh my God. You’re right!” He exclaimed, before tearing into it, eating with considerably more gusto than before.
“Push, mijo! Push!” La Madre ordered Jose, as the bull was throwing all his weight into trying to roll a boulder out of the way of the goddess’ garden.
“Joo know senora, this all feels very familiar…” Jose grunted, tensing his rolling field of a back. The boulder was the single largest thing in the goddess’ garden, and besides that, there were racks of weights that Jose swore weren’t there a moment ago. “If joo were four feet shorter and spoke through grunts, Jose would be home.”
La Madre flicked his ear. “Do not try to be clever, joo are no good at it. After you finish with the boulder, start on your arms! They are far too skeeny! Akari! Spirit water for the big one!”
Akari ducked his head out from the kitchen, a tamale hanging out of his mouth. “Uh… which big one?”
La Madre smacked her forehead. “The bool!” She turned back to Jose. “Keep at it, mijo, or La Madre will give joo the finger-wagging of ten lifetimes!”
“S-si, si La Madre,” Jose gasped, more than a little intimidated.
Both Victor and Jose were beginning to lose their sense of time. The tigrat was lost in a sea of delicious tastes that seemed to have no end, and thanks to a steady stream of pure spirit water, the pain and strain in the bull’s forced workout had been replaced with a steady stream of adrenaline, the exhilaration of seeing his biceps peak higher and higher, his back stretch and expand out almost as wide as the boulder he had finished moving. His pecs swelled up, pressing against his chin and swallowing his neck for good, and his legs thickened out, thighs crashing against each other as they supported his ever stronger body.
Lost in the rush, Jose realized that he no longer had any idea how long he had been working out, rolling stone dumbbells that had helped his triceps swell up to new dimensions. “Huh…” His chest creaked and expanded, swallowing up his chin as he took a breath and a deep swig of spirit water. His wind jewel glowed somewhere in the crevice of his overgrown chest, his magical vest somehow managing to traverse the expanse of flesh. “Jose thinks he has earned a break… maybe it is time to check on Victor…”
The titanic bull stood to his full height, rolling shoulders wide enough that they scraped against the doorway of La Madre’s house. As did his horns, for that matter. But after a quick flex and only minor structural damage, Jose was through, looking for Victor. “Hey! Amigo! Where did joo get to?”
Though he didn’t have to go far; Victor was hard to miss, now that he was more than twice the tigrat he was before. The banquet La Madre had laid out was half destroyed, and in its place, a mountain of hybrid blubber. His suit, just barely covering his pillowy chest, had grown finer and more ornate, and any stains from his gluttonous gorging magically disappeared, and the contours of the cloth drew attention to his wide curves. His stomach dominated his body, now; a great, seething ocean of lard that was spilling over his fat-swaddled legs. Still, Victor was smiling wide and dimpling his chipmunk cheeks. His muzzle rested on a small collection of chins as he took another bite out of a nearby taco.
“...Oh yeah, when you’re in Philly Akari, I’ll show you the best place for Cheesesteak. We’ll run ‘em out of business, just the two of us!” Victor huffed between bites.
“Hah, that sounds awesome!” Akari clapped Victor’s belly, making ripples.
“Oh, heeey, Jose! Had a good workout, big guy?” Victor asked, raising his glass and swigging back a sugary sweet concoction of spirit water and fruit.
“Ah, si, senor… are joo full yet?” Jose asked, arching a brow.
“He had better not be!” La Madre chided, pinching Victor’s cheek. “He has not even had dessert! Do not deprive him, mijo!” She came over, and gave Jose an approving look. “But joo have earned a rest. Come, La Madre will get you a nice, big burrito for all your hard work.”
“Hey, if the dessert’s as sweet as you, La Madre, I don’t know if I can get enough.” Victor said with a wink, which sent La Madre giggling back into her kitchen, Akari in tow. Once they were gone, the tigrat’s smile disappeared as he grabbed Jose’s sleeve and yanked him down.
“Help me,” he hissed.
“What? Joo are not in danger, senor!”
“Oh, I most certainly am!” Victor protested. “The food’s too good. I can’t refuse it! If she comes out with that dessert, I’m likely never going to never walk again! We need to leave, now.”
“But… Jose’s burrito! Do not be greedy, amigo, joo must have had… uh…” He looked over Victor’s expanse. “...Thirty?”
“Try fifty. And those were the ones I liked the least- too many beans.” He waved it off. “Jose, we need to get out of here!”
“Fine, fine, amigo. Can you stand?” Jose asked.
“I…” Victor wrapped his sausage fingers around the arms of his chair, his stomach spilling out of either side. With a great, heaving effort, he threw whatever strength he had left into a huffing, panting struggle… and failed. “...I’m stuck.”
“Joo can’t be!” Jose hissed.
“Well, I friggin’ am!” the hybrid returned.
“Oh, mijo! La Madre hopes joo like flan!” the goddess of the hearth called from the kitchen.
“Oh, God!” Victor sniffed the air. “It smells amazing.” He tugged on Jose’s arm again. “Jose, you gotta… we need to get out, just, uhm…” A thought came to him. “Roll me.”
“What?”
Victor started rocking back and forth in his too-small seat. “Roll me! Tip me over, and roll me- I… guess my weight will break the chair, just get me out of here!”
“Here comes dessert!” La Madre sang.
“Jose!”
“Right, amigo!” Jose hefted handfuls of tigrat fat, trying to find a purchase, and threw all his weight into it, muscles tensing and rippling as he did. Finally, after a grunting effort, he began to feel the hybrid’s gargantuan weight shift, his flabby belly well ahead of the rest of him. “Dios mio, how much did joo eat?”
“A lot! Hurry!” Victor hissed, and finally felt the momentum kick in as he began drifting away from the table.
“Hey, guys, La Madre wanted to know if you wanted caramel or chocolate- hey!” Akari stuck his head out, only to see Victor and Jose in the middle of their escape. “Hey- Hey, La Madre! They’re trying to leave! ...Does that mean I get the whole flan?”
“What?” La Madre stormed out, a tray of flan wobbling between her oven-gloved hands. “Wait, come back! Joo did not clean your plate, mijo!”
“Uh, yeah…” Victor groaned as his vision spun. As he was rolled across the floor of La Madre’s house, he heard the satisfying, splintering cracks of the chair breaking under his weight, at last he was free! “Sorry, but…”
“Amigo, don’t,” Jose groaned. “It is too bad, even for Jose!
“...We gotta roll!”
“Wait! Joo are not big enough! Let La Madre take care of joooo!” the goddess cried after them as they rushed out the door, Jose smashing through the doorway to make room for Victor. The goddess did not follow them past the threshold of her door, and Victor finally rolled to a quivering stop, sprawled on his back as his mountain of a belly pinned him down.
“Phew! That was close…” he gasped.
The bull snorted. “Joo owe Jose two burritos, senor. One for the one you made him miss, and one for that joke.”
Our two heroes keep their winning streak rolling! Who or what will they encounter next?
A- The thief Cuchumaquic wants to steal their wind jewels!
B- The Demon Lord Xiquiripat challenges them to a ball game!
C- A swarm of mystical warrior hummingbirds attacks them!
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Victor and story by 
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TylerFurlongVictor and Jose lumbered out of the maddening house of Vucub-Came, and into the second tier of Xibalba. Here, the roads were broader and the houses finer, and the spirits seemed even older, adorned in the armor of Spanish Conquistadors and the robes of Aztecs. Huffing slightly, Victor was jogging, his belly wobbling like a miniature earthquake, to keep up with Jose’s wide strides.
“Hey! You wanna slow down?” he puffed. “We don’t even know where we’re going!”
Jose crossed his arms, biceps mashing against his pecs as he rubbed his chin. “Hm…” He looked over the sprawling estates of Xibalba’s more fortunate denizens. Zoning in on one particular estate with warm light pouring out of the windows and a lush garden ringing its stone walls, the bull snapped his fingers. “That one, amigo!” he declared, taking quick strides over to its decorated facade.
“Wait- wait!” Victor called out, wobbling all the way and tugging on Jose’s arm. “Why that one, specifically?”
Jose looked from the house to his corpulent friend, and back to the house, smiling. “It looks nice!”
Victor smacked his forehead. “Of course.”
The two came to the grand stone house, the door open and pouring out warm light, a great contrast from the rest of the city of the dead. Victor immediately distrusted it. “Jose, I don’t know if this is a good idea…”
“Joo worry too much! The last challenge worked out well, si?” Jose grinned.
“Yeah, but we almost got killed by a trickster wolf the size of a house!”
“Ah! Is that the sound of muy hungry travellers I hear?” a warm, matronly voice called from the door. A noticeably well-fed and voluptuous bovine filled the doorway, adorned in a red and yellow dress and decidedly Aztec headdress. Her voice and the white patch on her muzzle were eerily familiar to Jose.
“...Mama?”
“Close, mijo!” she chuckled, reaching up to pat Jose on the head. “I am La Madre- Tender of the hearth and home, and joo two must be starving!”
Victor looked down at his globular stomach, Jose’s boulder shoulders, and then back to La Madre. “We look like we’re… starving?”
“Of course, mijo! Come inside, and La Madre will feed joo properly!” she insisted, grabbing them both by the arm and tugging them in. La Madre’s home was awash with tantalizing smells; the scent of spices and warm tamales hung in the air, with a roaring fire crackling cheerfully before a large table, laden with tropical fruits, tamales, tacos, burritos, quesadillas, and churros, all of them warm and fresh.
“Is…” Victor gulped, his nose involuntarily twitching. “Is all this food real? Like… I can eat it?” His question was punctuated with a large growl from his stomach.
La Madre chuckled, coming over to Victor and patting his exposed gut. “Mijo, es todo para usted. It is all for you! Eat joor fill, this is what La Madre is here for! Joo wish to become powerful enough to defeat Xolotl, si?”
Jose blinked. “How did joo know that, Mama?”
The bovine goddess tapped the musclebound bull on the nose. “La Madre. I know all there is to know in Xibalba… Xolotl thinks he can trap you here, but do not worry, La Madre will take care of you- now eat!” She said, slapping Victor’s broad back. The tigrat grinned bashfully, but then eagerly began filling his plate.
Jose rubbed his hands together. “Jose has been waiting for a good meal!” He took one step towards the table, but not before La Madre snagged him by the ear, yanking him back.
“Ah, ah, ah! Joo need to work out! Joor friend needs to eat to fill his wind jewel, joo need to lift! It is how you both have decided to absorb the spirit energy; it is too late to change now!” La Madre chided.
“But… but…” Jose’s lip quivered. “Jose likes tamales!”
“¡Deja de quejarte! Less whining, more lifting! Joo can eat after your workout!” La Madre ordered.
Jose looked utterly offended, his mouth curling down into a pout. “Joo are not like mama at all!”
La Madre rolled her eyes, and turned back to Victor, who was only nibbling on one piece of fruit. “Hey! Mijo, you call that eating?”
“I…” Victor looked longingly at the mountain of rich food laid out. “Well, I didn’t want to go up another size…”
“Starving yourself will not fix anything!” La Madre sighed out of exasperation. “Joo two need more help than La Madre thought- she has a helper for such things.” She snapped her fingers, and in a puff of smoke, there appeared a solidly built white tiger with a cauldron gut and arms thick as a gorilla’s.
“This is Akari, he will help me with you two.” She clapped her hands once. “Akari! ¡Hacerle comer! Make sure he eats his fill.”
The white tiger brushed back his blue hair, straightening the turquoise amulet around his thick neck. “Yes, ma’am!” He turned to Victor, filling up his plate.
The tigrat, in turn, stared at the tiger; he was clearly still alive. “Hey, buddy,” he whispered. “What’re you doing here?”
“Oh, I help La Madre out every other week, and she gives me the best Mexican food. I’m married to royalty, so I can’t really be seen at the local Taco Bell, y’know? Do you know how hard it is to find a good burrito in a royal palace? It’s all little horderves or morsels on silver platters,” he frowned. “That’s not real food! A real meal should make you feel like you slipped lead pellets in your stomach, something you need to loosen your belt for. Though you have plenty experience with loosening belts, right pal?” He chuckled, smacking Victor’s belly as he piled up a small pyramid of burritos for the hybrid.
“...You have a little trouble finding good Mexican food, so you enter into a pact with a Mesoamerican death god?” If Victor’s brow could arch any higher, it would run into his coiffed hair.
“Hey, it’s that good! Try it!” Akari pushed a burrito on the tigrat.
Taking one last skeptical look at the white tiger, Victor took a healthy bite, and as the taste hit his tongue, his eyes went wide. “...Oh my God. You’re right!” He exclaimed, before tearing into it, eating with considerably more gusto than before.
“Push, mijo! Push!” La Madre ordered Jose, as the bull was throwing all his weight into trying to roll a boulder out of the way of the goddess’ garden.
“Joo know senora, this all feels very familiar…” Jose grunted, tensing his rolling field of a back. The boulder was the single largest thing in the goddess’ garden, and besides that, there were racks of weights that Jose swore weren’t there a moment ago. “If joo were four feet shorter and spoke through grunts, Jose would be home.”
La Madre flicked his ear. “Do not try to be clever, joo are no good at it. After you finish with the boulder, start on your arms! They are far too skeeny! Akari! Spirit water for the big one!”
Akari ducked his head out from the kitchen, a tamale hanging out of his mouth. “Uh… which big one?”
La Madre smacked her forehead. “The bool!” She turned back to Jose. “Keep at it, mijo, or La Madre will give joo the finger-wagging of ten lifetimes!”
“S-si, si La Madre,” Jose gasped, more than a little intimidated.
Both Victor and Jose were beginning to lose their sense of time. The tigrat was lost in a sea of delicious tastes that seemed to have no end, and thanks to a steady stream of pure spirit water, the pain and strain in the bull’s forced workout had been replaced with a steady stream of adrenaline, the exhilaration of seeing his biceps peak higher and higher, his back stretch and expand out almost as wide as the boulder he had finished moving. His pecs swelled up, pressing against his chin and swallowing his neck for good, and his legs thickened out, thighs crashing against each other as they supported his ever stronger body.
Lost in the rush, Jose realized that he no longer had any idea how long he had been working out, rolling stone dumbbells that had helped his triceps swell up to new dimensions. “Huh…” His chest creaked and expanded, swallowing up his chin as he took a breath and a deep swig of spirit water. His wind jewel glowed somewhere in the crevice of his overgrown chest, his magical vest somehow managing to traverse the expanse of flesh. “Jose thinks he has earned a break… maybe it is time to check on Victor…”
The titanic bull stood to his full height, rolling shoulders wide enough that they scraped against the doorway of La Madre’s house. As did his horns, for that matter. But after a quick flex and only minor structural damage, Jose was through, looking for Victor. “Hey! Amigo! Where did joo get to?”
Though he didn’t have to go far; Victor was hard to miss, now that he was more than twice the tigrat he was before. The banquet La Madre had laid out was half destroyed, and in its place, a mountain of hybrid blubber. His suit, just barely covering his pillowy chest, had grown finer and more ornate, and any stains from his gluttonous gorging magically disappeared, and the contours of the cloth drew attention to his wide curves. His stomach dominated his body, now; a great, seething ocean of lard that was spilling over his fat-swaddled legs. Still, Victor was smiling wide and dimpling his chipmunk cheeks. His muzzle rested on a small collection of chins as he took another bite out of a nearby taco.
“...Oh yeah, when you’re in Philly Akari, I’ll show you the best place for Cheesesteak. We’ll run ‘em out of business, just the two of us!” Victor huffed between bites.
“Hah, that sounds awesome!” Akari clapped Victor’s belly, making ripples.
“Oh, heeey, Jose! Had a good workout, big guy?” Victor asked, raising his glass and swigging back a sugary sweet concoction of spirit water and fruit.
“Ah, si, senor… are joo full yet?” Jose asked, arching a brow.
“He had better not be!” La Madre chided, pinching Victor’s cheek. “He has not even had dessert! Do not deprive him, mijo!” She came over, and gave Jose an approving look. “But joo have earned a rest. Come, La Madre will get you a nice, big burrito for all your hard work.”
“Hey, if the dessert’s as sweet as you, La Madre, I don’t know if I can get enough.” Victor said with a wink, which sent La Madre giggling back into her kitchen, Akari in tow. Once they were gone, the tigrat’s smile disappeared as he grabbed Jose’s sleeve and yanked him down.
“Help me,” he hissed.
“What? Joo are not in danger, senor!”
“Oh, I most certainly am!” Victor protested. “The food’s too good. I can’t refuse it! If she comes out with that dessert, I’m likely never going to never walk again! We need to leave, now.”
“But… Jose’s burrito! Do not be greedy, amigo, joo must have had… uh…” He looked over Victor’s expanse. “...Thirty?”
“Try fifty. And those were the ones I liked the least- too many beans.” He waved it off. “Jose, we need to get out of here!”
“Fine, fine, amigo. Can you stand?” Jose asked.
“I…” Victor wrapped his sausage fingers around the arms of his chair, his stomach spilling out of either side. With a great, heaving effort, he threw whatever strength he had left into a huffing, panting struggle… and failed. “...I’m stuck.”
“Joo can’t be!” Jose hissed.
“Well, I friggin’ am!” the hybrid returned.
“Oh, mijo! La Madre hopes joo like flan!” the goddess of the hearth called from the kitchen.
“Oh, God!” Victor sniffed the air. “It smells amazing.” He tugged on Jose’s arm again. “Jose, you gotta… we need to get out, just, uhm…” A thought came to him. “Roll me.”
“What?”
Victor started rocking back and forth in his too-small seat. “Roll me! Tip me over, and roll me- I… guess my weight will break the chair, just get me out of here!”
“Here comes dessert!” La Madre sang.
“Jose!”
“Right, amigo!” Jose hefted handfuls of tigrat fat, trying to find a purchase, and threw all his weight into it, muscles tensing and rippling as he did. Finally, after a grunting effort, he began to feel the hybrid’s gargantuan weight shift, his flabby belly well ahead of the rest of him. “Dios mio, how much did joo eat?”
“A lot! Hurry!” Victor hissed, and finally felt the momentum kick in as he began drifting away from the table.
“Hey, guys, La Madre wanted to know if you wanted caramel or chocolate- hey!” Akari stuck his head out, only to see Victor and Jose in the middle of their escape. “Hey- Hey, La Madre! They’re trying to leave! ...Does that mean I get the whole flan?”
“What?” La Madre stormed out, a tray of flan wobbling between her oven-gloved hands. “Wait, come back! Joo did not clean your plate, mijo!”
“Uh, yeah…” Victor groaned as his vision spun. As he was rolled across the floor of La Madre’s house, he heard the satisfying, splintering cracks of the chair breaking under his weight, at last he was free! “Sorry, but…”
“Amigo, don’t,” Jose groaned. “It is too bad, even for Jose!
“...We gotta roll!”
“Wait! Joo are not big enough! Let La Madre take care of joooo!” the goddess cried after them as they rushed out the door, Jose smashing through the doorway to make room for Victor. The goddess did not follow them past the threshold of her door, and Victor finally rolled to a quivering stop, sprawled on his back as his mountain of a belly pinned him down.
“Phew! That was close…” he gasped.
The bull snorted. “Joo owe Jose two burritos, senor. One for the one you made him miss, and one for that joke.”
Our two heroes keep their winning streak rolling! Who or what will they encounter next?
A- The thief Cuchumaquic wants to steal their wind jewels!
B- The Demon Lord Xiquiripat challenges them to a ball game!
C- A swarm of mystical warrior hummingbirds attacks them!
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