Slippy climbs out of his ship, coughing and choking on the air on the outside, feeling his head spin as he looks up towards the smoking mass that was his ship. Having been shot down he turns his gaze up towards the sky. The atmosphere on the planet was thick, and the air seemed to be breathable. So that was good at least. Sighing softly he looks back to his ship once more with a small shake of his head. “Well this isn’t good..” He mutters to himself, crossing his arms in immense worry wondering what to do. Off in the horizon he could see a storm of some sort coming in, though behind him somewhat nearby seemed to be a building of sorts. He had already contacted his team about the crash and he knew they should be arriving soon. But he couldn’t be sure if they would make it here before or after the storm closes in. Not wanting to get caught up in the storm he nods and turns his attention back to the building. Starting to make his way towards it he looks up to the building. It looked ancient to say the least. Not to mention like it was barely holding together, crossing his arms Slippy debates on if it would even hold together.


Making his way inside Slippy lightly holds the sides of his body. Rubbing at his arms as a strange cold washes over his form. It was hard to focus and he was starting to feel light headed. He couldn’t be sure what was going on, if it was maybe an injury from the crash or something else. He didn’t feel too hurt. But maybe he just needed to find a place to sit down for a bit. Wandering a good bit deeper into the building the frog starts to take in the sights around him. It didn’t take long for him to realize he had found himself in a massive library of sorts.  Different books, all old and tattered, surround him. He hadn’t heard of a place like this before. In fact the more he thought about it the more he realized how little he knew about this strange planet in general. He didn’t remember seeing anything familiar on it. His scanners, while damaged, didn't seem to know much about the planet either. Eventually he finds a lone table deep within the  library. Taking his seat at it the frog peers downwards towards his communicator. Checking to see if there were any updates from his team.


“Come on guys, hurry up.. I don’t want to be stuck here for too long..” He shivers, rubbing his arms again as he’s filled with a strange dreadful confusion. Almost like he felt like someone was watching him. Like there was something else in this old desolate library. Shaking his head and exhaling to calm his nerves, the frog decides to wander around the library a bit more while he waits. Thinking that just walking around might clear his mind. His walk goes fairly well, rubbing the back of his head as he walks. A slight pain is still pounding against the back of his head. Eventually however he comes to a small dead end. Right in front of him lay a strange looking book. One that was meant to be protected by a now shattered, and damaged  glass cover. He didn’t think anyone was here anymore, the place was long since abandoned. He did need something to distract himself. Grabbing the book he slips it into his bag and heads back towards the table.


Sitting back down he gets to reading, the book itself was strange. A collection of stories. Short in nature and seeming to span over hundreds if not thousands of years. All of them seem to follow a similar series of events. Someone finds a strange object and is cursed to turn into a massive slobbish beast. The mere premise was enough to disgust Slippy, though all of the other books in the library were written in some alien language. Oddly enough this appears to be written in any language he could read. Shaking his head he leans back ready through more of the stories, more of the book to pass the time. Eventually however there’s a notification from his communicator. Lifting it up the frog sees that his allies had arrived and were outside to pick him up.


Gathering his few things up he starts to make his way out of the library, planning to leave the book there. Though as he stands up he finds his gaze moving back towards the book once more. He felt.. Compelled to bring it with him. Even though he knew he shouldn’t that he should leave it here in case this place wasn’t abandoned. But he could return it later too. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if he just borrowed it for a few days or so just to get through it. The stories may have been gross but at the same time he had this feeling of morbid curiosity. Like he had to know more about it. Though he could save the reading for later. For now he was starving. He needed to get something to eat. Rubbing a bit at his gut he makes his way out. “Took ya long enough.” Falco remarks to the Frog looking up towards the lingering green haze in the air. “Weird storm huh? Let’s go ahead and get you out of here.” He says with a quick wave of his hand.


“Yeah sorry about that guys. I must have passed out or something.. That crash did a bit of a number on me. But I’ll be fine.” He says not wanting to reveal the real reason, figuring they would make fun of him for the book. They don’t ask any questions, as Slippy boards one of the other Arwings, taking back off towards the Great Fox. Salvaging what they can of the ship in hopes to fix it up one they dock once more.After getting out and checked up Slippy makes his way towards the ship’s mess hall. Plopping himself down with a massive plate of food in front of him. Lightly rubbing his gut he leans in and takes a long deep sniff of the stuff. “M-mrrff.. Wow, does it usually smell this good?” He mutters quietly to himself. Still rubbing his belly before quickly and shamelessly starting to stuff his face. Shoveling mouthfuls into his mouth at a time. Barely even noticing his gut steadily ballooning with each passing second. Swelling larger and larger as he continued to eat. Feeling his eyes roll back slightly as a steady haze works over his mind.


In his bag the book would start to glow softly, a strange haze starting to work over it as well. Small scribbling noises coming from it as it begins to spin another tale. With each mouthful of food he could feel his body ballooning out, putting on large amounts of weight in very little time. He perks up slightly, grunting as his eyes look around. In his dimmed mental state he could barely put together what was happening. Though his body keeps eating, his hunger almost insatiable. Even as that realization dances across his mind, eyes widening as he starts to think to himself. “This is just like those stories! W-wait does that mean I’m gonna turn into some dumb blob?” He thinks to himself watching his now pretty fat hands shooting out to grab handfuls of the food. Palms now caked with smears and crumbs as he eats. Spreading it all over his mouth. Small growls of pleasure leaving his mouth. His body seems to work against his own mind. Making his mind cloud further and further. With each bite he could feel his mind being eaten away as well. 


“M-mrrffgg~” He groaned. Feelings his already full bladder suddenly let go. Without any warning he begins to piss himself, easily soaking through the clothes and pooling on the ground below as he pisses his pants. It doesn’t take long for the rumbling in his gut to slowly start to move down, further down with each passing moment as his stomach rumbles louder once more. Suddenly letting rip a loud BBLLLRRRRPPPPTT His tailhole suddenly puffing out with the burst of gas. Pucker slapping back together sending strong jolts of pleasure rocketing through his entire form. A low moan leaving his greasy lips. With each passing moment he could feel his intelligence draining. He was getting dumber, and dumber with every bite. Drool leaking out of the side of his mouth. “Hrrrff.. Sho.. Goood…” He groaned, though he was still trying to fight against it at least mentally but was quickly losing. The food just tasted so good. In his state all he could do was enjoy the taste. He barely even noticed more food seeming to appear in front of him. Almost as if the book itself was controlling the very reality he sat in. 


His fears continued to diminish faster and faster as his gut ballooned out. By now his clothing had grown beyond tight. Overflowing and spilling over  the seat, pressing up against the edge of the table. His stomach rumbling once more, though there was something else there. Something a bit more.. Solid that last time, and it was quickly building up in his gut. Pushing itself further down, through his lower half and towards his ass. Pucker twitch in preparation, tightening and throbbing before suddenly yawning open. A fat, massive yawn forcing its way out of his hole pushing right into the seat of his tightening pants. Though that was already more than enough to finally shred them. Tearing his pants right in half, Causing them to split and the log to push out of his ruined pants, the never ending log pushing harder  out splattering wetly against the ground. “T-there grllgg.. We go~” He groans out, his voice sounding a bit deeper. His cadence is a bit more slow and dulled. It was easy to tell to any outsiders that he couldn’t even form a coherent thought at this point, all intelligence slowly being drained out his ass in log after log of shit.


Between mouthfuls he tugs softly at his shirt, short grunts and groans leaving his mouth as he ate. Smearing the stains across his shirt, only making it harder to grip as it rides further up his body. Eventually however even the shirt is ruined, allowing his new, massive moobs to flop out and wobble around. Barely able to reach his plate by now as his gut spills over the entire table. Pushing his plate further and further away. Eventually he tries to bend over the table, grasping desperately at his still full plate. Licking his lips as a few dumb, mindless grunts leaves his mouth. He was so starved, he didn’t pay any attention to the chair and table creaking and cracking under him. It doesn’t take too much more time as eventually the table breaks apart splinting into tons of pieces as he falls face first into the plate. Opening his mouth as he reaches out and starts to shovel more and more into his mouth. Going in one end and out the other continuing to shit and piss himself. Puddling under him, while piling behind him. The mound of filth putting out a putrid stench that filled the entire mess hall.


Eventually even his bag is buried under the growing mountain. It’s only as it begins to block the door that the others arrive, pushing open the door to find a giant pile of shit, a sheet of piss covering the ground, and the origin of it all, a massive frog in the center of the room. Mindlessly stuffing his face, only punctuated by moans and groans from his fat face. They couldn’t find the cause of what did this to Slippy either, even after everything was cleaned up. Even in his bag there was nothing.