WARNING: This story contains some farts and fatal popping.

Once upon a time on a lush tropical island, a skinny little kobold follows his treasure map to a temple entrance. He's an orange-scaled fellow with a creamy-white underbelly. Dressed in a brown crotch-covering loincloth and a bandoleer of potions, he's a journeyman of alchemy in search of loot beyond his wildest dreams. “Ahh, this must be the water temple!” Grins Ugrir, speaking in his raspy tone. Running into the dark gray-stoned path, the kobold follows the lit wall torches to a vast lake. Stopping to admire the crystal blue water, a killer whale rises slowly with an ominous look in its eyes. Suddenly, it leaps straight out towards Ugrir. Screaming in terror, the small lizard gets eaten – for he didn't react in time. Satisfied, the orca rolls back into the lake.

Although it appears that Ugrir has failed at the treasures first line of defense, he actually sits confidently in the belly of the whale. “Your big mistake is about to get bigger...” He whispers, uncapping a white bottle of liquid – the kobold pours it all around the orca's insides... Swimming calmly around its lair, the whale groans from the funny feeling in its tummy. Subtle at first, its body starts to rise and expand. Shaping more and more into a blimp by the second, its fins straighten out as it lifts like a submarine. Of course, it didn't just stop at the surface – it's now bopping along the ceiling, swelling up at an alarming rate. Inflated ultra-tight with hot air, it bursts – launching the alchemist across the lake, into the entrance of the next area.

Plopping violently along the floor, all of Ugrir's potions get smashed to bits except one – a small purple bottle. Frustrated, he examines the room. Finding himself in a huge circular arena, there's a perpetually spewing geyser in the center with steel trench drains all around. Beyond that, a chained-up gate with a hoard of gold behind it. Just as the kobold stands up, a tall muscular figure drops in front of him like a true boss. With steam blowing from her nostrils, the black-furred minotaur rises slowly. Dressed in a dark purple chest plate, she wields an iron war hammer. “Who dares approach?” Asks Veo, sternly. Nervous, his tail quivers between his legs. “Uh, I do Ma'am.” He whispers shyly, raising his claw as if he's in a classroom.

Unimpressed, the mighty guardian raises her hammer. Just as she plummets it down at him, the agile lizard backflips away. Narrowly avoiding the crushing blow, Ugrir smashes his last potion onto the grounded hammerhead – dissolving it into an acidic puddle of goo. Cheering as if he's won the battle, the kobold starts dancing while Veo drops the wooden shaft. “Neat trick. Now please, allow me to show you one of mine.” Grins the minotaur, totally menacing in her composure. Cocking her fist back, the guardian flicks her tail as she punches Ugrir square in the face – staggering him into a wicked daze. Eyes twirling as he stumbles around, the minotaur clenches her paw around his head and lifts him off the floor like a feather.

Flailing his lower extremities while trying to free his head, the kobold begs her for mercy. “Please, don't crush me!” He cries. “Don't worry lizard, I'm not gonna crush you – I'm just gonna feed you!” Shouting so, Veo stuffs Ugrir's long face straight into the raging geyser. Keeping his face firmly planted in the hole with her mighty hoof, the water blasts through his throat faster than he'd ever think possible. “ULP, ULP, ULP, ULP, ULP!” He gulps, uncontrollably. Struggling, he begins inflating into an immense balloon. Naturally, his bandoleer and loincloth snap right off, since he's become far too fat for them now. Expanding morbidly, it didn't take long for him to get astronomically full – growing just bigger than Veo herself, still squirming his relatively small legs and tail comically. Groaning hard, his body sloshes in place as his belly button pokes out.

Backing away slowly, the minotaur proudly observes the gross display of forced gluttony. With his snout stuck in the geyser beneath his ferocious weight gain, his claws and feet gently sink into their own crevices, fidgeting around helplessly. All he does at this point is whip his tail around, fart, and moan - which is collectively the cherry on top of this planet-like lizard bomb. Ugrir's scales have stretched so remarkably tight, the raw tension in his body lets out high-pitched twangs. The lizard's become such a massively spherical orb, he's actually filling in almost the entirety of the arena – now bigger than the whale he'd burst. Spewing out a nasty wet fart, Ugrir explodes – quaking the whole chamber. As if nothing ever happened, all the water, along with the kobold's shredded remains, flow off into the temples drainage system. “Guess I'd better forge myself a new weapon.” Shrugs Veo, laughing. THE END