Too Flat and Too Thin.

The next morning comes around as Bowser wakes up no longer flat in his bed. He yawns as he stretches, his arms stretch and become longer for a moment as he does so.

“*gorans* Well yesterday was quite eventful.” He says to himself as he gets out of bed. “Well I better eat before becoming completely flat again. I still need some more time get the hang of trying to eat and drink with a flat mouth…” He think’s back on how supper went last night.

After having breakfast, Bowser having an extra large breakfast in particular. He along with Kamek, Jr., and Dusty head back out to the outside area where the equipment is. Along the way Bowser lets out a burp.

“*burps* Ugh… I think I might have eaten too much.” Ah he rubs his stomach.

“Are sure that you want to proceed with things my Stretchyness?” Kamek asks concerningly.

“I do but think I should sit down for a bit before we get started.” Bowser replies.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want another mess like during supper last night. Heheheh.” Jr. says while snickering to himself.

Bowser shoots a glair at his son wordlessly telling him to knock it off. “Anyways, I could use the time to think over what I’d like to do while my stomach settles.”

Bowser picks a spot to sit down while Kamek and Dusty head off to go over some of the possible machines their lord might try. Jr. bored plays with one of his papa’s arms (Bowser gave him permission to do so) while he sits and thinks.

After around 20 minutes Bowser feels that his stomach has settled and stands up. “You can stop playing with my arm now son.”

“Ok!” He let’s go as Bowser retracts his arm.

Bowser and Jr. find Kamek and Dusty going over their options for Bowser.

“There you two are! So, got anything in mind for me?”

“We do but…” Kamek says as he and Dusty look behind and up at what is behind them. Bowser also looks up and sees a towering roughly 20+ feet (6+ meters) tall ~13 feet (nearly 4 meters) wide thick metal wall. He walks around to the front of it and sees that there is a Whomp face painted on it and a marked out rectangle with a large red circle in the middle of it.

“Woah! What is this?” Bowser says sounding amazed.

“It is the Whomp Whammer.” Dusty replies.

“It’s perfect!”

“About that my lord… We think that this might be too dangerous to use.” Kamek says with concern.

“Nonsense, I’ll be fine.”

“But.”

“I said I’ll be fine! Now get this thing going, that’s an order!” He says in his commanding voice.

“As you wish my Lord.” Kamek and Jr. stand away from the marked off area, while Dusty starts up the machine. Bowser steps onto the circle ready and waiting for Dusty to finish.

“Preparations are complete Lord Bowser!” Dusty shouts.

“Alright! Now hit me with it!”

“Um are you certain about this?”

Annoyed. “Yes I am certain. Now get it moving, that’s an order!”

Dusty wordlessly starts it up. Excited, Bowser stands ready to be thoroughly smashed flat. However as he looks at the Whomp Whammer he realizes that this might actually be a bad idea, a very bad idea!

But it’s too late. He shouts and raising his hands up defensively right as he is crushed beneath this massive slab of metal.

“Wa-” *WHAM!*

“Lord Rubber Bowser!” Kamek shouts.

“Papa!” Jr. screams out.

Dusty is silently thinking of the worst.

The machine finishes after a minute and begins to lift back up reviling that Bowser Has been turned into an utterly flat and thin rectangular sheet that’s about the size of what flattened him. His face frozen in a moment of fear.

“My Lord, are you alright!?” Kamek asks with great concern.

“…”

“Papa please be ok.” Jr. says as he grabs and lifts up an edge of his freshly flattened father, causing Bowser crease and shift a bit.

“…”

As Kamek and Jr. become even more worried about Bowser Dusty walks out onto him and gets close to his still open wide eyes and waves his hands in front of them, getting no response.

“Hm…”

“What is it Dusty? I’s he ok?” Jr. askes incredibly worried.

“I think he will be, but he seems to currently be in a catatonic state.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that that he’s probably going to be fine, but it might take a while for him to return to his normal shape, I think.”

“We can’t leave him here until then!” Jr. says concerningly.

“Let’s not then!” Kamek interjects. “Lets fold him up and bring him inside the castle so he can recover safely.”

“Right!” Jr. says as Dusty just nods.

They fold up Bowser like an oversized blanket and carry him inside.

Jr. groans out. “I thought he would be easier to carry like this.”

Dusty quietly thinks to himself. “Well his shape might be different, but his mass probably hasn’t changed. Well… He does have the ability to make himself larger at will, especially when great amounts of magic are involved. I believe that his base height is 6”6’ (198 centimeters).” Dusty is now lost in thought.

They bring a folded up Bowser into his throne room and unfold him across the wide open floor.

“What do we do now?” Jr. asks.

“I think all we can do is leave him here and check in on him tomorrow morning. His body should return to its normal shape eventually…” Says Kamek.

All three of them leave Bowser in his throne room to recover for the rest of the day and overnight. The next day Kamek and Jr. check in on Bowser and see Dusty is already there looking over Bowser.

“You’re already here Dusty?” Kamek asks.

Startled by their sudden presences causing him to jump apart. “Ah!” Becoming a mess of bones on the floor.

“My apologies I didn’t mean to startle you, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just a bit rattled right now.” As he reassembles himself.

“How is Lord Rubber Bowser doing?”

“He is still unresponsive and is still fairly spread out wide, but he’s gotten a lot of his thickness back and is no longer a rectangular sheet.”

“Does that mean he’s getting better?” Jr. asks sounding hopeful.

“I believe so, but he still needs more time to recover.” Dusty replies.

“Let’s check in on him during the afternoon then.” Kamek says.

They leave him once again. The morning eventually becomes mid afternoon as Kamek checks in on him alone as Dusty and Jr. are busy at the moment. He sees that Bowser Is no longer super thin and wide and is mostly back to his normal size and shape, but still flat and in the same pose. Upon a closer look he notices that Bowser’s face is no longer frozen in fear and his eyes are closed now. Looking like he’s unconscious rather than stunned.

“My Stretchyness are you alright!?”

Bowser stirs awake, his eyes half open. “Ugh… What happened…”

“You where beyond crushed by the Whomp Whammer and spent nearly two days recovering your shape.”

“…Is that so.” Bowser is clearly out of it currently.

“I’ll fetch some minions to help bring you to your bedroom and let Lord Jr. and Dusty know that you’re alright now.”

“Ok…” He falls back asleep.

Kamek gathers some minions and with their help bring Bowser to his bed for the night. After that he finds Jr. and lets him know that his papa is going to be ok. Jr. is overjoyed to hear that. He then tracks down Dusty and finds him busy dismantling the Whomp Whammer and informs him on Bowser’s status. Dusty lets out a sigh of relief.

Get Well Soon Bowser.

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