Commission for  glaceoaura of Capper Dapperpaws and Captain Celaeno from MLP falling victim to their OC sergal's penchant for bloated cuties.

I was never incredibly big on MLP, but I had quite a lot of fun with this one, especially since it introduced me to Capper Dapperpaws, who checks off literally every box on the kinds of characters I get obsessed with. (Like, seriously, his name is DAPPERPAWS. Color me in love.) There isn't nearly enough fat art of this guy, and I feel honored to contribute. Hope you enjoy, and thanks again to  glaceoaura

Capper Dapperpaws normally didn’t enjoy “spreading the wealth,” the mere thought of the phrase making him want to gag. But he had gained some enjoyment from being generous lately, so he gave a tip to Captain Celaeno and her crew on a mysterious island that was teeming with precious stones and valuables. Besides, he needed the extra hands to help him carry all his treasure back to civilization. Old habits die hard, after all.

As their ship approached the island, Celaeno snapped her telescope closed and turned to Capper. “So how reliable is this information of yours on this island of unclaimed treasure?” Caelano asked.

Capper chuckled. “Cap’n, the riches I have stashed away from my years of collection could sink your very vessel to the ground. This nose of mine knows what a good tip smells like.”

“If it’s so accurate, then why hasn’t anyone looted this island?:

“Rumor has it that a mysterious something-or-other turns any unwanted visitors away from the island, while some are said to have never left.”

Celaeno gestured to her able-bodied crew already preparing to dock the ship and excavate. “I’m sure it isn’t anything my crew can’t handle.”

“Oh, I have complete confidence in you and your men disembarking with fatter wallets,” Capper sneered. As Celaeno commanded her men to anchor down, he said to himself “Although mine will be considerably larger.”

As the ship arrived on the floating shore, Celaeno’s pirate crew touched down and immediately began searching for treasure. She and Capper were the last to set foot on the island. Capper tried to sneak away from the rest of the crew when Celaeno stepped in front of him, her plumaged hand teasing the hilt of her sheathed sword.

“Why don’t you and I search together?” she uttered with suspicion. “Could be easier to carry the heavy stuff, after all.”

Dapperpaws thought for a moment and simply smiled. “The more, the merrier, captain!”

Celaeno leered at Capper before letting him walk first. She strutted a few feet behind him as they started walked.

Capper sighed and thought “I should’ve expected those eagle eyes to be ever watchful. I suppose I’ll collect my cut eventually!”

The crew had already disappeared into the forest by the time Capper and Celaeno entered the trees on their own. Capper kept his hands behind him as he strolled casually while Celaeno probed her surroundings cautiously.

“Tell me more about the creatures on this island.” she asked.

“Unfortunately, details are quite scarce,” Capper replied. “Anyone who leaves the island claims to not remember why they left and are simply discouraged from returning. As for ones that don’t…well, perhaps we can ask them ourselves.”

“Something tells me I would rather avoid them entirely,” Celaeno hazarded.

“Uh, Captain?” Capper stopped in his tracks.

“What is it, cat?”

Capper pointed a finger. “Your men seem to having the laziest mutiny I’ve ever seen.”

Celaeno pushed Capper aside and saw many of the members of her crew walking like zombies back toward the ship. “What’s going on, men? I don’t even see any treasure lining those pockets! Turn back!”
They ignored her completely and continued walking away. Celaeno barked orders and demanded explanations, but each pirate remained silent.

“Something’s not right,” Celaeno seethed. “We’ve got to move forward and see what’s happening.”
The captain rushed further into the forest. Capper followed shortly after her. “I’d hate to be left behind by myself with all this going on!”

The two of them ran deeper still, brushing past several of the crew who were all dizzily walking the opposite direction. Soon enough, the tropical tress opened up to a clear and beautiful lake with an enormous waterfall cascading over a Cliffside, creating a rainbow.

Capper gazed up at the waterfall with awe. “Not a bad sight! I wonder if there’s any treasure behind that fall…”

Celaeno reached the edge of the lake with her sword unsheathed. “Who’s there?” she called out. “Answer me!” She looked all around for some sign of life or threat, but as soon as she swiveled around, a green/white sergal with a flowing braid was right in her face.

“Hey there,” she said cheerily.

Celaeno lunged backward and drew her sword. “Who are you?”

“No need to be so jumpy,” she replied, nonchalant at the sword pointed at her. “My name’s Fantine! Please to meet you!”

“Were you the one that turned my men into zombies?” Celaeno asked, cautious of the sergal’s friendliness.

“Zombies? I wouldn’t call it that! I would say I…convinced them to leave?” Her mouth curled into a mischievous grin.

“Why you…”

Capper put a paw forward to stop Celaeno from charging. “Now, now,” he tutted. “Running through a garden tramples all the flowers. Allow me to greet the lady properly and we can actually learn something.”

He approached Fantine and politely kissed her on the back of her hand. “A pleasure, Miss Fantine! They call me Capper Dapperpaws. And this is here is my…associate, Captain Celaeno.”

Fantine giggled at his chivalry. “The pleasure is all mine,” she replied. “I’ve gotta say…you two are the cutest visitors I’ve ever had on this island!”

“Cute!?” Celaeno asked, her sword still drawn.

“Yup! The captain over there seems so strong and capable. And all those feathers! She’s the most beautiful bird I’ve ever seen!”

Celaeno huffed, trying not to get buttered up by her comments.

“And you…” Fantine slid her hand onto Capper’s cheek. “You’re simply oozing charm and charisma! Not to mention the most handsome cat I’ve met!”

Capper tittered. He wasn’t used to being the one getting charm laid on him. “You’re too kind, Miss Fantine!”

“That settles it,” Fantine pounded her hand into her palm decisively. “How would you two like to join me on this island for a little vacation?”

Celaeno and Capper looked to each other confusedly. Capper turned back to Fantine and smiled politely. “As much as we would enjoy your hospitality, we were simply wondering if there were any treasure here we could partake in? We’ll take a few pocket-fuls and be on our way—”

Fantine ignored Capper as she clutched his cheeks. “I think I can convince you to stay a while.”

Capper chuckled nervously, though he was unnerved. Celaeno took a battle-ready stance.

Fantine began to pinch and knead Capper’s cheeks like playing with dough. He was confused, but couldn’t break from her grip. Suddenly, he felt them bloat in her hands as if he had just stuffed his mouth with gooey molasses, though nothing entered his mouth. He could feel something like in there, even taste something. And it tasted delicious. He wanted to be wary of whatever magic was in his mouth, but all it took was one airy bite for him to become enraptured by the ghostly flavor.

Capper chewed the delectable nothing in his mouth and swallowed, though no matter how much of it he chewed, his cheeks remained full, and it only made him eat more.

“Dapperpaws,” Celaeno cried. “What are you doing!?”

Capper grabbed his brimful cheeks ponderously as he continued to chew. “I’m not sure,” he muttered through a full mouth. “But I taste something rather scrumptious! I just can’t…oof!” He staggered when he felt his stomach rumble and distend heavily. He placed a paw down to soothe his belly and felt his fingers sink into pudding-like fat.

Capper’s ears perked in alarm. “Oh my…!”

As he swallowed his mysterious treat, his belly bulged outward with plump, lardy fat. It grew from a paunch to a beer belly to an all-encompassing gut in mere seconds. Capper’s warm, burgeoning blubber melted into his lap and past his knees, while his widening hips grew a pair of lovehandles that poured over his expanding waistline and pushed out the hem of his cloak. His knees began to buckle as they became cocooned with a sudden swell of thickness that filled out his thighs and turned them into trunks of tubbiness. He winced as his sleeves tightened around his arms now bulky and growing with fat, and he stumbled backwards as his growing butt weighed him down from behind. He looked back nervously and tsked when he saw his rear in plain sight, expanding before his very eyes. His coattails rose and made way as his butt cheeks fattened outward and hung heavy. His rump rounded out and bloated with an endless stream of fat, and he could feel each cheek oozing onto the back of his knees as they continued to bloat.

Capper fell over onto his back, his plush, bean-bag rump cushioning his landing. He groaned and belched as he continued to chew and his body continued to fatten, feeling himself helplessly sink even further into his own lard and losing his mobility by the second. “Oh dear…” he moaned, his calm and collected voice betraying a hint of alarm. “I’ve gotten quite corpulent, haven’t I?” He struggled to get up, but as he kept chewing, he only got heavier.

Fantine clapped her hands excitedly. “You’re getting more handsome by the minute! I love me a nice fat cat!” She bent down and grabbed Capper by the lovehandles. “Doesn’t that feel nice?” she asked breathily as she kneaded into his gut.

Capper murmured as Fantine squeezed and caressed his new fat and folds. He felt a warm chill surge through his body that made him jiggle and jostle. He was too heavy to escape and too frazzled to say anything.
“Nice and warm and fat,” Fantine whispered. “Nothing better!”

Celaeno watched in horror as her companion continued to grow. “What have you done to him!?” She started to charge at Fantine with her sword at the ready. The sergal dodged her swipe and grabbed Celaeno by her feathery neck. She tried to escape her grip, but to no avail.

“Can’t forget about you, captain! I think you need some fresh air!”

Fantine squished Celaeno’s cheeks in to force her beak open. The sergal placed her lips on hers and inhaled deeply, her chest broadening almost abnormally. She let out a long, airy breath into Celaeno.
Celaeno’s eyes shot open as she felt her belly inflate like a beach ball. She poked at it and felt it taut with air. Fantine’s breath kept coming despite Celaeno’s muffled protests. Her ballooning belly rose and pushed up against the plumage of her chest. Fantine drew in another breath and blew into Celaeno again. Her backside bwoomphed out and gave her torso a spherical shape. Her arms and legs lay rigid as her tightening self became more ball-shaped. Celaeno whimpered as her limbs were swallowed up by her own ballooning torso, though she tried flailing desperately as they became further encased in her divots. It was a miracle that her clothes didn’t tear right off, but they were stretched to their limit as Celaeno became more spherical. Her neck was inflated into the rest of her, nestling her head in her own self. She was less bird and more ball now as Fantine continued pumping her up. She floated several inches off the air now before Fantine finally parted her lips. Celaeno hoped that she’d start deflating when Fantine stopped kissing her, but she grimaced when her cheeks remained puffed and she still stood as a balloon.

“Looks like I’ve got me a bird balloon now,” Fantine chimed as she held onto Celaeno by one stubby hand so she wouldn’t roll away.

Celaeno kept flailing her limbs helplessly, trapped within her own inflated body. Capper continued chewing like a cow and gaining weight on the ground, his slender body reduced to a mount of kitty blubber.

“You two are growing nicely, aren’cha?” Fantine asked perkily. “I think you’re gonna like it here!”

“Urph,” Celaeno squeezed through her puff cheeks. “Stop this now!”

Capper swallowed and continued to eat. “Let us go! We won’t be staying any…mmph…longer…!”

Fantine scratched her chin. “Maybe we should change things up to convince you to stay!” She snapped her fingers. With a flash, Celaeno deflated and landed on the ground. Capper spat out his nothing and felt himself start to shrink as the pounds started to leave him.

Celaeno tried to pick herself up, catching her breath. “The cat and I will be leaving, if you don’t—oomph!”
The sergal pinched and squeezed Celaeno’s cheeks in the same way she had done with Capper’s.

“No, no, no!” Celaeno knew what was coming, but she already tasted the nothing filling her cheeks. She tried to resist, but one swallow sealed her fate. She began to chew and gulp it down and the weight hit her almost immediately. Her chest plumage flubbed out into a blubbery bust that likened her to a plump hen, and that was only punctuated by her belly surging out with a chubby overhang that slapped against her knees. It pushed past her shirt and exposed a midriff folding over herself with an extra layer of flab. Her legs filled to the brim with bird lard that made her thighs smoosh together, but her belly continued spreading onto her burgeoning lap. She fell backwards and landed soft on her plumpening rump, and she rose like a muffin in the oven as her growing cheeks lifted her up. She had become helpless again as she got big to move under her own power, and her kicking and flailing became weaker as her limbs got heavier.

Meanwhile, Capper had just shrunk back down to his normal size and sat upright, trying to collect his thoughts. Not a moment after he tried getting up was Fantine on top of him, pressing her lips onto his with a kiss, lungs already full. She blew into him, her mystical breath already rounding out his belly. He felt taut, but another of Fantine’s puffs bloated him further. She stayed on top and felt him tighten into a medicine ball as she blew into him. His torso bwoomphed into a sphere and his limbs sunk into the encroaching bloatedness of his body. His loose cloak conformed around his ball-shaped body as it got bigger. Fantine tittered and bounced on top of Capper as she kept inflating him, while the cat twiddled his hands as he struggled to escape, even though his ballooning self wouldn’t let him move anywhere on his own.

Fantine parted her lips, leaving Capper to catch his breath through his bloated cheeks. He groaned and still tried to walk on his own, even though his feet couldn’t touch the ground. Fantine hopped off of Capper and patted him on his taut middle. “This is never gonna get old! You both look great!”

The sergal went around Capper and shoved him into a roll. He oofed in response. “How undigni—mmph!” Capper kissed the ground as his head spun down into the dirt. He reared up again and saw Fantine winking at him as she continued rolling him. He spun and spun until he collided with the soft little hill that Celaeno became. Fantine leaned down to the captain, who was easily thrice her weight now, and reached into her mouth to take out the ghostly treat. Celaeno belched loudly, feeling as if she would pass out from a food coma at any moment.

“I’ve gotta say,” Fantine teased. “You two wear bigness pretty well!”

“I’d rather we didn’t wear it at all,” Capper protested, though he was partially muffled by being sunk in his own neck. “If you’d kindly turn us back…!”

“Don’t be like that, guys!” Fantine positioned balloon Capper so that his head was right beside Celaeno’s.

“Let us go,” Celaeno muttered. “We’re not your playthings.”

“Now now,” Fantine said, her voice low and sultry. “Being big isn’t all bad.” Her eyes started to glow and swirl with a myriad of colors. “Don’t you want to be all big and bloated? I can show you just how fun it can be…!”
Capper and Celaeno both made eye contact with Fantine, causing their own eyes to glow and spin with the same colors. Capper’s cat pupils widened so big that he looked like a curious kitten, and Celeano’s head became foggy as Fantine’s words flooded her mind.

“What do you say, you two?” Fantine whispered. “Being big butterballs and balloons is really comfy and relaxing! And the bigger you get, the more relaxed you become! Don’t you want to relax? Don’t you want to get bigger?”

Capper and Celaeno giggled dumbly as they watched Fantine’s eyes. The Capper balloon was the first to speak up. “That does sound quite enticing! Being warm and jiggly was oh so comforting. I…I want to see how much softer and more relaxed I can get…! People do adore fat cats, after all!”

“And you, captain?”

“Birds…birds belong in the air…and being a big bloated balloon felt like I was one with the air…! I want more of that…I want to be as big as a hot air balloon.”

Fantine closed her eyes and opened them to reveal her normal shade of purple. “I knew you’d see things my way!” She snapped twice and with a poof, Capper gained all his weight back and was reduced to a barely-mobile kitty blob while Celaeno bloated back into a balloon bird that towered over the other two.

The sergal clapped twice and summoned a flock of ghost hands. Many of them heaved Capper up to his feet and helped him waddle his swaying, pendulous weight around while two other hands began to roll Celaeno across the grass. Fantine walked beside both of them. Capper purred as the hands dug deep into his fatty nooks and crannies. Celaeno giggled at her taut, balloon-like body being rolled so easily.

“Let’s get you two home,” she chuckled. “There’s treats and air tanks aplenty for ya!”