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As promised, the commission for our highest donor, Wolfie Randolf! Renard and I were not only happy that he liked our story so much that he asked for an epilogue to it, but also for slightly larger folks all around! Nothing like seeing someone huge and muscular get soft and marshmallowy, right? And hey, burritos!
The warmth and light of La Madre’s home spilled out into the streets of Xibalba, enticing passerbys, but on this night, she was entertaining two returning guests and one she never had expected; the trickster Vucub-Came.
Jose and Victor were free to leave Xibalba. They had rightfully beaten the death god Xolotl, but there was one small catch: they had no idea how to leave Xibalba, and as everyone else around them was bound to the city of the dead, they were remarkably unhelpful. The two huge men were left lumbering through the streets, combing through it district by district for a way out, and in their desperation to return and see about maybe getting Victor to a gym, they had invited the trickster to La Madre’s house to see if they couldn’t make a deal with him.
Besides, Jose hadn’t forgotten he was owed two burritos.
La Madre had presented them with a lavish spread, and enough privacy that Victor could try to sweet-talk the trickster god into helping them find a way out. But, bribing Vucub-Came with food may have worked a little too well, as the large black wolf had gorged himself like a starving man, and because of the peculiar magic of La Madre’s spirit-infused cooking, he had ballooned into a blob of a deity.
Simply put, Vucub-Came was close to taking up the entire room. Already towering over Victor and Jose, his belly was a mountain of enchilada-stuffed lard, a monument to gluttony, and a black, plush boulder that could crush lesser men beneath it, if the Trickster had the strength or will to lift it anymore, that is. His face was slowly sinking into a collection of ring-like chins, pressed down by inflated, chipmunk cheeks as his muzzle continued working on chugging down a plate of enchiladas. His limbs were swaddled in fat, arms wobbling whenever he moved them, and his legs, pinned down by his whale-like belly, splayed out at the sides, thighs and his vast posterior swelled up to massive proportions. Vucub-Came’s skull necklace rested on a pillowy chest, the glowing residue of power slowly fading as the trickster god continued to sink deeper into indulgence.
Vucub-Came had not been alone in his revelry; Victor was plopped at the base of the wolf-god’s belly, and he was bloated even further than he had been. It was starting to look like he was even further into immobility than Vucub-Came, as his belly was nearly twice as wide as he was tall. The magic that was woven into his clothes seemed to have at last reached its limit; his shirt and jacket were strained to the breaking point, strung taut across his blubbery form, and holding back a veritable tidal wave of lard.
The only one left standing, literally, was Jose. The bull was happy to finally get what was owed him, but as La Madre’s food had ballooned his friend and their erstwhile adversary past even the realms of obesity, he was a positive titan. Every part of him bulged and rippled, his mighty chest heaving, two pecs grinding against each other and pressing up against his chin. His head as a whole was only just keeping above the water of a sea of muscle, increasingly in jeopardy of being swallowed up by his own mighty physique. His arms, nearly as thick as Vucub-Came’s blubbery thighs, jostled his chest as he worked at his burrito.
“So… Vuc- can I call you Vuc?” Victor began, clearing his throat after an impressive belch. “Let’s talk… we can get you more food like this if you’ll just tell us where we have to go to leave Xibalba.”
Vucub-Came chuckled, his whole body jiggling. “Why would you want to leave, when Xibalba clearly has food you enjoy to excess…” He lazily shifted his weight, bumping bellies with the hybrid.
“Si, amigo- we can at least stay for another burrito,” Jose added.
“Jose, you got salsa on your vest,” Victor added quickly. The bull gasped, trying to see past his own pecs and biceps, where the strained cloth of his vest was wedged between. Victor looked back to Vucub-Came, clearing his throat. “Think about it- no offense to La Madre, but how would you know there isn’t even better food back where we come from? There’s still a festival going on, the best food in Mexico will be served, if we get back soon enough.”
“Mm…” the giant wolf scratched his chins. “You have a point… I’ll tell you what. I think I might enjoy playing with you two after all, so why don’t we play one more game?”
Victor scoffed. “You’re kidding, right? I can’t trust you far as I can throw you.”
Vucub-Came growled, trying to rock forward to press his weight down on Victor. “You couldn’t lift me if you wanted to, little rat.”
“My point exactly- that’s how little I trust you.”
Vucub-Came polished off his plate, belched, and then grinned down at the two. “No tricks- you have my sacred vow. If you win, I’ll lead you directly to the exit myself, return you to the land of the living, and I will even reunite you with the source of your power, rat.”
Victor narrowed his eyes. “So… one game, and that’s it? Me and Jose against you?”
“You have my sacred vow.”
The tigrat and bull exchanged glances, and nodded to each other. “Very well, senor…” Jose began. “Just what is this game of yours?”
The trickster smirked. “Eating contest. Let’s see how much the two of you can put away, and if I can eat even more. We’ll go until either I hit my limit, or you hit yours.”
Victor hiccuped, glancing down at his blubbery frame and fervently shook his head. “No, I’m not falling for that. You’re gonna have to come up with-”
“It’ll be a burrito eating contest.”
Jose gasped. “More of La Madre’s burritos? Yes! Jose accepts!”
Vucub-Came laughed. “Excellent! I’ll call for La Madre and let her know…”
Victor huffed, grabbing Jose by his huge, over-muscled arm and dragged him down. “If I ever stand again, it’ll be for the express purpose of sitting on you.”
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Inmate_001The warmth and light of La Madre’s home spilled out into the streets of Xibalba, enticing passerbys, but on this night, she was entertaining two returning guests and one she never had expected; the trickster Vucub-Came.
Jose and Victor were free to leave Xibalba. They had rightfully beaten the death god Xolotl, but there was one small catch: they had no idea how to leave Xibalba, and as everyone else around them was bound to the city of the dead, they were remarkably unhelpful. The two huge men were left lumbering through the streets, combing through it district by district for a way out, and in their desperation to return and see about maybe getting Victor to a gym, they had invited the trickster to La Madre’s house to see if they couldn’t make a deal with him.
Besides, Jose hadn’t forgotten he was owed two burritos.
La Madre had presented them with a lavish spread, and enough privacy that Victor could try to sweet-talk the trickster god into helping them find a way out. But, bribing Vucub-Came with food may have worked a little too well, as the large black wolf had gorged himself like a starving man, and because of the peculiar magic of La Madre’s spirit-infused cooking, he had ballooned into a blob of a deity.
Simply put, Vucub-Came was close to taking up the entire room. Already towering over Victor and Jose, his belly was a mountain of enchilada-stuffed lard, a monument to gluttony, and a black, plush boulder that could crush lesser men beneath it, if the Trickster had the strength or will to lift it anymore, that is. His face was slowly sinking into a collection of ring-like chins, pressed down by inflated, chipmunk cheeks as his muzzle continued working on chugging down a plate of enchiladas. His limbs were swaddled in fat, arms wobbling whenever he moved them, and his legs, pinned down by his whale-like belly, splayed out at the sides, thighs and his vast posterior swelled up to massive proportions. Vucub-Came’s skull necklace rested on a pillowy chest, the glowing residue of power slowly fading as the trickster god continued to sink deeper into indulgence.
Vucub-Came had not been alone in his revelry; Victor was plopped at the base of the wolf-god’s belly, and he was bloated even further than he had been. It was starting to look like he was even further into immobility than Vucub-Came, as his belly was nearly twice as wide as he was tall. The magic that was woven into his clothes seemed to have at last reached its limit; his shirt and jacket were strained to the breaking point, strung taut across his blubbery form, and holding back a veritable tidal wave of lard.
The only one left standing, literally, was Jose. The bull was happy to finally get what was owed him, but as La Madre’s food had ballooned his friend and their erstwhile adversary past even the realms of obesity, he was a positive titan. Every part of him bulged and rippled, his mighty chest heaving, two pecs grinding against each other and pressing up against his chin. His head as a whole was only just keeping above the water of a sea of muscle, increasingly in jeopardy of being swallowed up by his own mighty physique. His arms, nearly as thick as Vucub-Came’s blubbery thighs, jostled his chest as he worked at his burrito.
“So… Vuc- can I call you Vuc?” Victor began, clearing his throat after an impressive belch. “Let’s talk… we can get you more food like this if you’ll just tell us where we have to go to leave Xibalba.”
Vucub-Came chuckled, his whole body jiggling. “Why would you want to leave, when Xibalba clearly has food you enjoy to excess…” He lazily shifted his weight, bumping bellies with the hybrid.
“Si, amigo- we can at least stay for another burrito,” Jose added.
“Jose, you got salsa on your vest,” Victor added quickly. The bull gasped, trying to see past his own pecs and biceps, where the strained cloth of his vest was wedged between. Victor looked back to Vucub-Came, clearing his throat. “Think about it- no offense to La Madre, but how would you know there isn’t even better food back where we come from? There’s still a festival going on, the best food in Mexico will be served, if we get back soon enough.”
“Mm…” the giant wolf scratched his chins. “You have a point… I’ll tell you what. I think I might enjoy playing with you two after all, so why don’t we play one more game?”
Victor scoffed. “You’re kidding, right? I can’t trust you far as I can throw you.”
Vucub-Came growled, trying to rock forward to press his weight down on Victor. “You couldn’t lift me if you wanted to, little rat.”
“My point exactly- that’s how little I trust you.”
Vucub-Came polished off his plate, belched, and then grinned down at the two. “No tricks- you have my sacred vow. If you win, I’ll lead you directly to the exit myself, return you to the land of the living, and I will even reunite you with the source of your power, rat.”
Victor narrowed his eyes. “So… one game, and that’s it? Me and Jose against you?”
“You have my sacred vow.”
The tigrat and bull exchanged glances, and nodded to each other. “Very well, senor…” Jose began. “Just what is this game of yours?”
The trickster smirked. “Eating contest. Let’s see how much the two of you can put away, and if I can eat even more. We’ll go until either I hit my limit, or you hit yours.”
Victor hiccuped, glancing down at his blubbery frame and fervently shook his head. “No, I’m not falling for that. You’re gonna have to come up with-”
“It’ll be a burrito eating contest.”
Jose gasped. “More of La Madre’s burritos? Yes! Jose accepts!”
Vucub-Came laughed. “Excellent! I’ll call for La Madre and let her know…”
Victor huffed, grabbing Jose by his huge, over-muscled arm and dragged him down. “If I ever stand again, it’ll be for the express purpose of sitting on you.”
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