Falco groaned in disgust as he looked over the strange, filthy book that had seemingly appeared in his room. It had been such a strange week he hadn’t even questioned it. Everyone had been so focused on figuring out what happened to slippy none of them really paid attention to much else. Falco couldn’t help but wonder if he had picked this up at some point and had just forgotten. The bird was finally starting to get a bit of relaxation, not having too much to do and not wanting to bother the others or really get involved with everything that was happening he resigns himself to his room. Laying down on the couch with a rather sizable plate of snacks he snagged earlier. Ever since whatever happened to Slippy the team had been limiting the rations of food everyone could eat. Falco was starving by now. He had been feeling so hungry over the past few days. The reduced amount of food wasn’t even that much. But something about the control just made him so hungry. Seeing no better chance he sets the plate down on the table next to his bed. Grabbing the book he plops down on the bedside and pops it open.


As soon as he opens up the book he feels a strange shuttering feeling pour through his body. Reaching over he grabs a handful of the snacks he had brought down before stuffing it into his mouth. Looking back at the book he notices the ink seemed to be fresh. Smearing a bit as he moved his wing away from the page. “Hippo Lombardi? What the hell?” He asked, raising a brow. “Some kind of joke or something?” He asks, standing up slightly as he starts to take a look around his room. Setting the book on the bed pages down as he huffs in audible annoyance. Making it clear to whoever was watching that he wasn’t amused with this kind of joke. Though as he stood up and moved away from the book he didn’t notice as it slowly began to write more.Writing down just what Falco was thinking, as well as making a few more.. Minor changes to his body. The first thing to change was his weight. His gut slowly started to swell outwards. Growing larger with each passing moment. Pushing up against the inside of his suit. 


Without much thinking he reaches a wing down with a groan, rubbing at the front of his belly. “G-grrff.. Am I.. Have a reaction? F-fuck, did they slip something into the food? I feel so damn..” But before he can even finish that thought a loud, shaking BBLLLRRRRPPPTTT Rips from his ass, making him groan in disgust. The stench of his own gas hitting him full force. There was easily something wrong with the food. That fart alone smelled worse than anything he’s ever smelled before. Though in his focus of the stink he was putting out, Falco failed to notice something else that was happening. 


As the bird rubbed needingly at his gut, slowly feathers would start to fall away. Molting away to reveal patches of grey skin. Skin that was both sleek, slimy, and rough all the same. He felt so gross, and more importantly. He felt, so.. So hungry. Turning around to face the plate again he wobbles over towards it. Running his tongue around the outside of his beak. Rubbing his wings together as his large, grey gut begins to show. Peeking through his jumpsuit, the top half of which had started to roll up. Falco wastes no time reaching out and taking wingfuls of the snacks in front of him. The plate seemed larger than before, there was more food on it now. Not that he cared too much. He was too hungry to care at this point. More food was better for him anyways.


“M-mrrff~ What the hell are they.. Hrffgg.. Putting in this?” He questions, only pausing his meal to let rip another blast of PPLLLLRRRBBBBTTTT Each burst of gas making his tailhole swell. Growing more doughy, thick and slimy. The force of the gas blasting away his tail feathers. Revealing a short, ropey tail with a wiry tuft of fur at the end of it. He lets out a slightly dumb chuckle at his own gas. He had to admit at least. While it was fuckin gross. It was still pretty impressive. The way he just blasted it out, how loud and wet it was. He was surprised he didn’t just shit himself. Squatting down slightly he tries to go even harder. Stuffing his maw with another few pounds of food, and swallowing them down as he pushes hard.


Though this time he can feel his stomach rumble loudly, a low gurgling echoing throughout his room as he forces out a loud, bassy BBBLLLLRRTTCCCHHHH Though at the same time it wasn’t just gas that came out. As a massive, hyper log of shit forces its way out of Falco’s ass. Pressing firmly against the inside of his pants, causing them to suddenly bloat out, sagging heavily from the log alone. A log that just seemed to keep coming. “G-grrf shit!” He exclaims, in a mix of shock, anger, and oddly enough lust. He had just shit his pants, and he sure as hell didn’t have a change in his own room. It really ticked him off, but at the same time. Something about wallowing in his own filth like that. Utterly aroused him. The blissful pleasure that filled his entire body made his cock throb, pleasure coursing through him as he bites his lip, not even noticing his beak having shrunken down a rather sizeable bite. Turning into a fat, blocky muzzle that dripped with saliva and food crumbs. Most of his head aside from his muzzle was still covered in feathers. Giving him a freakish appearance of a mix of animals. Something that certainly wasn’t right. Falco knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know just what it was.


The changes continue to slowly move across his body, clumps of feathers slowly molting from his body, falling away to reveal patches of slimy, disgusting skin underneath. Grey sleek skin that looked like it had been soaking in some kind of disgusting, slimy liquid for days, or even possibly all his life. His head was already starting to spin, confusion brushing across his mind. Though worries are quickly written over by the boundless hunger that was quickly overtaking his mind. Leaning over the table he continues to eagerly stuff his face, beak having properly turned into a massive muzzle that took up the majority of his head. Maybe double the size of his head. Though that wouldn’t last for all, as slowly his face began to bulge and swell all over. Eyes bugging out as his tongue thickens, rolling out of his mouth for a few moments before managing to slurp it back up. Shuttering heavily in pleasure, Falco feels his eyes roll back, cheeks bulging as he shoves as much food into his mouth as he could, groans and moans leaving his mouth. 


“H-hrrff.. S-so… Hungry~” Falco could barely think of anything else, his gut swelling even larger, pushing out larger and larger, his shirt growing tighter with each passing second before suddenly tearing right in half, a massive grey gut spilling out as a pair of fat, sweaty moobs wobble and jiggle around. Spraying slime all over the room as he groans with that deep desire. HIs stomach rumbling once more slowly moving down towards his gut once more. Not even thinking anymore as he squats down, spreading his cheeks apart, giving it a few quick shakes as he grins widely and lets rip a massive BBLLLLRRRRRRTTCCCCCCHHHH Pushing out another fat load of shit into the back of his pants. Feeling them sag out under him. Soon pooling around on the ground enough for him to sit down, lean back on his pile of filth with a loud squealching noise. Slowly his talons start to reshape and reform as well, his talons fattening up, slowly pushing against one another as pleasure courses through his entire being. Curling his talones into the ground they start to shrink in on themselves. Slobbering all over his body while burying his new muzzle in the seemingly endless plate of food on the table.


Within moments his talons had fully shifted into large, sweaty stompers, much more like that of a hippo. He simply couldn’t think about anything else other than the food, the filth, and now he was quickly growing aware of something else that was absolutely amazing. His body was slowly starting to put out a strong, foul stench. Pouring out from every inch of his body. It smelled like swamp water and sweat, a foul, salty but also watery stench. Reaching a hand up, away from the food he pressed his palm against his sweaty forehead, which was now massively ugly. Skin slick, and slimy. Pulling it down across his forehead he smears a good bit of food across his forehead, leaning backwards before looking down to his gut once more.


Small hints of realization slowly spread across his body, reaching his hands down towards his gut, gripping it firmly and giving it a few firm shakes. “W-what how did?” He shakily picks himself back up, the back of his pants ripping off, pouring hyper logs of filth all over the ground behind him. Though he didn’t care, there was something important he had to figure out first. Waddling his way over to the mirror in his room Falco.. Or rather Hippo reached up, pulling softly on his muzzle, his gross, disgusting muzzle that wobbled around with every little wobble. Making him tug slightly at his cheek, feeling the fat globes squish and wobble under him. He was so caught up in exploring his new body that he didn’t even notice his slimy hippo cock releasing his bladder. The sound of a torrent of piss hitting the bottom of the mirror, clouding the bottom half of the glass. “What.. Happened to me?” He questions confusion racing across his mind. “I look so big, so Ugly..” He groans out, feeling that light throb from his cock once more. Stream of piss tapering off, while moving his hand down to his shaft. Mindlessly gripping his swollen shaft as he starts to pump it softly.


“Grrff, and why is it… So hooottttt~” Hippo suddenly moans out once more, tilting his head back, shutting his eyes as the pleasure overwhelms, stroking himself off faster and faster. Thrusting into his hand and grinding the tip of his cock up against the mirror, smearing grease across the glass as he grunts and groans like some disgusting animal. Letting out PPLLLRRRBBTT after BBLLLRRRRTTTT Loud bursts of gas leaving his mouth, falling back into his stupor, confusion clouding his thoughts once more, though in the back of his mind he knew that if he blows his load he would completely lose himself, but at the same time it felt so good. Possibly the best thing he’s ever felt. He just kept pumping into his palm. Faster and faster, farting louder and harder each time. Feeling that pressure growing in his gut once more, moving quickly to his ass, hole spreads open nice and wide as he starts to push out log after log once more. Scat piling up on the bed behind him.


With one last firm pump of his cock he finally blows his load. Cumming hard against the glass, covering it all up as he groans and falls back, staring up at the mirror the obese Hippo tilts his head, wondering just what he was worried about. Gaze quickly moved towards the food once more. Maybe that’s what he was worried about, after all he was just so damn hungry. The hippo picks himself up, rubbing a hand against his gut, spreading his jizz across it as he wobbles over towards his plate to continue his next lovely meal~