Garbage In, Garbage Out

Everyone loved him. Everyone adored him. That would make it all the more easier for him to walk up to the unsuspecting beasts without any of them finding the situation nefarious. Bowser ran a huge scaly hand through his red hair before he reached down and patted his thick gut. The giant koopa king exhaled as drool started to run down the corners of his mouth. He looked up in the sky, blinking as he listened to some creatures squawking and chirping above him. Snorting, Bowser walked forward, his giant feet leaving massive prints in the soil. He could already hear the group of furs in the distance laughing and hooting to themselves in their ridiculous cosplay. Hmph, Bowser scoffed. Mere hunks of flesh and fur aren’t worthy to “mimic” the likes of my kingdom! So the behemoth continued to walk forward, crushing any flowers and mushrooms in his path as his stomach kept gurgling. Bowser licked his lips again, unable to wait until he could fatten up his already corpulent frame. Bowser pushed aside a set of leaves and bushes, and then found himself standing in a wide clearing where a small group of furs were busy celebrating.

“Oh hey, another one! Didn’t know we’d get someone so soon. Welcome to the meeting!”

Bowser looked left and right, studying his prey. Two wolves were both dressed as Mario and Luigi, complete with tacky fake moustaches. A third fur, a raccoon by the looks of it, was dressed as Geno, and even had the rugged blue garb that covered his body, along with a plastic wand. And the last member in the group, who was a lizard, was dressed as Bowser himself, and even had a huge fake shell that was most likely made out of papier-mâché or some other kind of silly material. Bowser’s left eyeball twitched, but the giant beast just smiled at the four bipedal creatures and nodded.

“Ah, yes! Heard you all were, err, ‘cosplaying,’ so I wanted to join!”

Bowser approached the four individuals and sat down next to the raccoon and lizard. Once he sat, the raccoon sniffed and scooted away.

“Oof! Dude, how long you been in that outfit? It’s starting to smell,” said the masked creature.

Bowser lifted his right arm and sniffed around the moist patch of yellow scales. He did the same for his other arm, smelling himself around his funky armpit. Then he lowered both arms and merely grinned.

“Figured I oughta be authentic, right? Not like someone like Bowser takes the time to bathe!”

Bowser snickered as he leaned over and glared at the lizard in his crappy outfit. “Ain’t that right, lizard boy?”

The lizard immediately scrunched up his face and turned his head away. “Phew! Yeah, and clearly he don’t brush his teeth either!”

Bowser exhaled deeply in the other reptile’s face, watching as he groaned again and waved the stench of his brimstone breath away. Then the koopa king sighed as he reached between his thighs and scratched around his groin. Once he finished, he scooted a little closer to the lizard, who promptly moved away as well when the smell of Bowser’s overpowering musk irritated his eyes and nostrils.

“You guys wanna know what Bowser also does?”

The wolf dressed as Luigi smirked. “I imagine he has poor table manners as well?”

“No.” Bowser scratched his chin. “Well, yes, but…Bowser’s a big boy! Real big lizards gotta eat! I’m sure you all know that. It’s just…someone like Bowser also desires to have a ‘perfect’ kingdom…one that’s free of any nuisances, any little troublesome pests who stain his precious windows of perfection!”

The other creatures glared at Bowser and raised their eyebrows. “Um…the bloody hell you talking about?” asked the raccoon.

“Oh, nothing, nothing…I just think that Bowser would not tolerate such ‘behavior’ that you four—erm, five of us—are doing! Tch, cosplaying, what a load of bull crap! Or rather…koopa crap…”

The wolf dressed as Luigi took off his green hat and scratched the fur between his ears. “I feel like you’re insulting us.”

Bowser turned and grinned at the lizard, leaning forward and getting too close to his snout. “Oh. Am I?”

The lizard covered his nose and waved a hand in front of his face. “Dude, back up, back up. Your breath is awful. How the hell can I smell that all the way through your mask?”

“Yes…my mask…my precious mask…”

Bowser stood up and growled as he walked behind the lizard. After he did, he reached down and planted two meaty hands on each shoulder, exhaling as he rubbed the reptile’s scales. Then he lowered his head and licked the back on the reptile’s neck, dragging his fat pink organ all over his nape. The lizard giggled from being ticklish while the other furry creatures all watched the scene with confusion.

“You four think I stink? Heh, yeah…well. Least I’m not a dried shroom that’s been hiding underneath my bed for two weeks. That stunk up my room quite a bit! Funny thing is though…when I saw it, I found it soooooo disgusting, that I just plopped it into my mouth! Still tasted kinda decent! Heh, was hell on my bowels though. Sure did have fun stinkin’ up my bedroom that night!”

“Where the fuck is this going?” the raccoon asked.

Bowser growled deeply as he lowered his head again and licked the back of the lizard’s neck, drooling profusely.

“You four look so nasty in your silly costumes, so disgusting. And yet…and yet…”

The lizard’s eyes widened when he looked over his shoulder and saw Bowser’s drooling, demented grin.

“I JUST WANNA TASTE YA!”

The lizard had time to squeal for only a brief moment, and then his head was submerged into Bowser’s giant, drooling maw. The other three mammals shouted as they stood up and watched Bowser clench his jaw shut and haul the lizard right off the ground. Bowser felt his throat widening as his first victim tilted backwards, his legs and arms still thrashing around. Gravity took effect, and the knockoff Bowser slowly grunted and whimpered as he found himself sliding slowly down the predator’s gullet. All the other three beasts could do was stare in horror as their cosplayer friend was consumed by the real Bowser. Bowser’s eyes widened when he finally reached the shell. He grunted and slurped, the lizard stuck as he awkwardly hung from his mouth. Bowser had to reach up and break the shell with his hands, crushing the papier-mâché so that it caved inwards. After it did, Bowser’s throat widened again, and the koopa king could feel the reptile’s head entering his esophagus. Bowser let out noisy, slurping noises as drool rained down onto the ground and around his toes. The lizard tasted a lot better than he imagined, but was still kind of bitter and not the most appetizing meal that Bowser had the pleasure of eating.

As the koopa king consumed his meal, his throat began to dilate. The other cosplayers watched as Bowser’s throat expanded beyond reasonable proportions; all of them were wondering how the giant reptile was consuming the lizard without choking in the process. There was a thick gulp as Bowser swallowed part of the lizard’s head. Then he exhaled and slurped, rolling his tongue all around the lizard’s body. He gulped two more times, and the lizard’s lithe, scaly body slowly moved down, disappearing into Bowser’s big mouth and wetting all of his body with warm saliva. Another huge gulp sounded, and the lizard stopped moving his legs around so much. Bowser reached up and gripped the lower half of the reptile’s body, still eager to enjoy his meal despite the taste of the cosplayer. He heard muffled screams in the background and the sound of leaves being crushed, but Bowser wasn’t too concerned with that. All that mattered was his delicate prey and how he would soon end up digesting the beast in his huge belly. The rest of the lizard slid inside Bowser’s mouth with almost no issue, the legs sliding down with a thick, wet gulp, followed by the lizard’s scaly feet.

When the feet were in, Bowser closed his mouth and shut his eyes. He massaged his throat as he felt the lumps traveling down his esophagus, and then gulped noisily. Then Bowser opened his eyes and exhaled, wiping his mouth off. He blinked and looked down at his beige pudge, noticing that it was protruding further than usual, and grinned as he listened to it gurgle and slosh around gently. Afterwards, Bowser looked back up around the clearing and noticed that the other cosplayers had run away. Bowser smirked and chuckled, smacking his fat gut three times as he took a few steps forward.

“Awwwww, did I scare ya? I didn’t realize my ‘costume’ was so realistic!”

Laughing wickedly, Bowser followed the set of paw prints his prey left around in the grass. He sniffed the air a few times and tried to track down the wolves and raccoon, but everytime he thought he caught their smell, he’d always end up raising his arms and realize at the last second that the smell he was following were his own armpits. Seeing no other option, Bowser took a huge breath and opened his mouth wide. Then he exhaled deeply, shooting out huge balls of flame and smoke from his maw. The fireballs all shot up into the air and floated down onto the ground. As they descended, Bowser grinned when he noticed that the fireballs were exploding against some of the trees, setting them on fire. In only a few minutes, what was once a peaceful forest inevitably turned into a giant field of smoke and flames. All Bowser had to do was wait and calmly wander around the woods, observing the flower wilting and turning to ash while the trees erupted into giant towers of fire. One such “tower” was the hiding spot for the raccoon, and he promptly shrieked once he noticed that his cosplaying outfit was catching fire. 

“Shit! SHIT!”

He whimpered and tore off his blue garb and then shouted as he leaped from the tree, hoping that he’d be able to land on the ground without breaking any of his legs. His body slammed against a tree, and the raccoon shouted and grunted as he fell to the ground, hitting and breaking every branch along the way. But as the raccoon tumbled towards the soil, he realized at the last second that Bowser was standing beneath him with open arms. The raccoon screamed again as Bowser caught him and immediately tightened his grip. Then Bowser looked at the shivering raccoon and licked his big, juicy lips.

“Good thing I caught ya! Might’ve broken yer legs if it hadn’t been for me!”

“Please…”

“Please? Please what?”

Bowser opened his mouth wide, showing off his serrated teeth and his salivating jaw, along with his fat tongue. The raccoon groaned as he turned his head away, the stench of Bowser’s breath nearly making him ill. He could smell brimstone and ash, along with faint hints of his lizard friend who was now simmering in Bowser’s fat gut and digesting very slowly. The raccoon thought about making some kind of snappy comeback, but by the time he thought of something, his head was encased in darkness. All the raccoon could feel was Bowser’s spit getting all over his head and into his fur. The saliva was so slimy and riddled with oodles of bacteria that the creature nearly felt like vomiting. The stench was even worse inside, and Bowser had the audacity to belch right into the raccoon’s face, giving him a fresh whiff of his stomach’s contents. Even worse, the predator’s tongue was constantly rolling back and forth, slapping against the raccoon’s chin and face. Bowser tasted him, wondering if the raccoon was more flavorful that the lizard was. The lack of air, combined with the hot, rank odor of Bowser’s breath, made it very hard for the raccoon to stay conscious.

Back outside, however, Bowser was drooling so much that various puddles were forming in the grass. As the giant koopa continued to devour the raccoon, his belly started to grumble repeatedly. Bowser listened to his stomach growling over and over as it digested the first victim, the acid eating away at the lizard and slowly tearing away through his flesh and his stupid, crappy knock-off outfit. As the raccoon lied inside Bowser’s mouth, the koopa king held the raccoon firmly, intentionally keeping the chubby creature inside his maw just to make him suffer a bit more. Bowser exhaled twice, listening to his hot breath gush out of his maw and all over the raccoon’s body. With each exhale, Bowser noticed that the raccoon started to move around less and less, obviously losing more oxygen and chances to breathe. The raccoon tried to shove himself out of Bowser’s disgusting maw, but it was no use. Bowser’s grip on him was firm, and the heated stench of brimstone and rotten meat wasn’t making anything better for the raccoon. As Bowser slowly devoured the cosplayer even more, he heard his giant stomach growling, still digesting the first cosplayer and causing some gas to form in his belly.

The giant reptile let his throat expand as he gulped down another large portion of the raccoon, letting the beast slide down his maw with a series of satisfying slurps. Then Bowser lowered his jaw even further and emitted a gurgled crackly noise from his mouth. The raccoon’s body muffled the noise, but inside the mouth, the cosplayer could tell by the way the mouth was vibrating that Bowser just belched against his face. The stink of Bowser’s breath and the inside of his stomach plagued the raccoon’s nostrils, making it even harder for the raccoon to stay conscious. He whimpered softly as he tried to escape from the fetid maw, only to hear another crackling noise from deep within the reptile’s mouth. The more the raccoon struggled, the more strength the cosplayer used up. Bowser let out a deep, muffled chuckle as he swallowed another huge portion of the cosplayer, letting him slide his way down his esophagus with a series of thick gulps. After another brief pause, the raccoon whimpered as he felt slobber soaking through all of his fur and his outfit. There was another giant gurgling noise as the cosplayer slid closer and closer to Bowser’s belly, where he heard the growling and sloshing noises intensifying.

Bowser stopped holding the raccoon when his legs grew limp. At that point, Bowser knew that there was no need to force him. So the koopa king kept his mouth wide open as he swallowed the raccoon. The further Bowser’s prey slid, the harder it was for the raccoon to stay awake. After a large portion of time, the raccoon’s head entered Bowser’s disgusting belly. The stench of acid and stomach fluids was overwhelming; the raccoon would’ve vomited if he wasn’t so lightheaded and on the verge of passing out. He felt saliva getting all around his fur, legs and body, and soon enough his footpaws entered Bowser’s mouth as well. By the time the raccoon was inside the belly, he could hardly breathe anymore. The raccoon plopped inside Bowser’s belly, landing inside a pile of juice and sludge, his body cramped as it was pressed up against the lizard’s body. On the outside, Bowser closer his mouth and gulped, feeling a few bulges in his throat slowly slithering down into his belly. He listened to his stomach gurgling as the raccoon finally made contact with his fluids. After Bowser swallowed, he looked down at his belly and grinned.

The pale yellow pudge had bulged outwards even further now, making it look as though the koopa king was morbidly obese now. When Bowser took a few steps forward, he grunted and struggled to keep himself standing; it was hard for him to balance his already burly frame, but now he had two cosplayers simmering in his gut. He could feel the creatures sloshing around as they slowly digested inside of his acid and fluids, their bodies making their way through his digestive system. As he waddled forward, Bowser felt more gas bubbles forming within his stomach. The giant predator opened his mouth wide and let out a massive belch, his mouth shaking as the noxious fumes erupted from his maw and exploded into the air. His burp was so noisy that it nearly shook some of the leaves from the trees beside him. His entire body shook, and his belly jiggled and wobbled as the beast let the rank gas come out his maw. When Bowser finished, he exhaled with relief and licked his big lips again. 

“Mmf…lot better than the last guy! Now…where’s those other two idiots…”


The cosplayers panted as they ran around in the forest, trying not to breathe too much as they noticed the flames in the forest were starting to increase and that smoke was spreading around the trees. The wolf dressed as Mario wiped some sweat from his forehead before he looked at his friend and gestured to his left.

“C’mon, c’mon—this way!”

“Are you serious? That’s where we last saw him—we can’t go that way!”

“Where the hell else do you expect us to run?! We can’t—”

“URRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!”

The wolves shouted after the giant noise startled them. They turned around and looked out into the flames and the smoke around them, shortly before they frowned and swallowed. Bowser walked very slowly around the forest, licking his lips and laughing as he spotted his prey in front of him.

“Hello, Mario Bros! Today is the day where I finally defeat you! Now…let’s make this easy, eh? If you come willingly, I won’t bite you on the way into my stomach!”

The wolf dressed as Luigi shook his head. “Fuck that. Run!”

And with that, the two canines took off and sprinted away from the burly koopa king. Despite his large size, Bowser was still capable of chasing after his prey. He panted a few times and drooled as he jogged, his massive feet pounding into the soil and leaving immense footprints behind. As the giant beast ran, his belly shook up and down, the gargantuan pudge wobbling and jiggling as the raccoon and lizard continued to digest inside his stomach. Bowser listened to his stomach juices and fluids sloshing around before he heard a colossal series of gurgles and knew more gas was heading for his stomach and his mouth. Bowser let out a couple of short belches as he ran, his mouth shaking as the crackling noises slithered from his fetid maw. Bowser looked down at the ground and followed the wolf prints before he grinned and noticed that they stopped beside a log. The koopa king grinned widely before he crouched down and looked inside the log. The wolf dressed as Luigi yelped and started to back away once the beast spotted him. Bowser smirked as he waddled his way over to the other side of the log, waiting for his prey to come out.

The koopa king snickered when he saw the wolf wagging his tail and moving his legs backwards. And then the giant-shelled beast bent over and grabbed the canine’s legs, dragging him out of the log as roughly as possible. Once the wolf was outside, he shrieked as Bowser compressed his ribs with his giant hands. He turned the wolf around so he was staring directly at him, drooling and glaring at his prey maliciously. The wolf turned his head away as he smelled Bowser’s breath, still stinking deeply of flesh and brimstone. Before the wolf could beg for his life or try to wiggle his way to freedom, Bowser opened his mouth and immediately belched in the wolf’s face. The wolf shut his eyes and scowled when the fetid stench filled his lungs and nearly made him gag. Bowser didn’t care about all the spittle splashing against his prey’s face and promptly exhaled, blowing his hot breath into the wolf’s face. Then he lowered his job and burped deeply again, the belch very wet and sounding deep and guttural. The wolf gagged and retched a few times, feeling very sick after smelling Bowser’s stinky breath. And then Bowser shoved the wolf’s head forward, sticking the animal’s muzzle into his maw.

He didn’t swallow the wolf just yet, nor did he try to devour him little by little. Instead, he kept the wolf inside, slurping and sucking on the wolf’s head and fur. He tasted the beast, moving his fat tongue around his head, sticking the lingua into his ears and around his eyes. He exhaled twice, blowing his hot, rank breath against the wolf’s head, hoping to cement the stink of his breath into the wolf’s nose. He clamped his jaw shut a few times, grazing his teeth against the wolf’s head and neck, before he lowered his maw for a moment and burped deeply again. Once he finished emitting the muffled crackling noise, Bowser looked at the wolf’s body and was surprised at how limp it was. Bowser laughed and released spit from his mouth; his breath was so bad that he practically rendered the wolf unconscious. The giant koopa king snorted and slobbered as he kept the wolf inside of his mouth, letting his saliva soak all over the beast’s fur as he kept exhaling and absorbing the meaty, somewhat musky flavor of the canine. When Bowser realized that the wolf still had a small amount of energy left in him, he gripped him even harder and started to tilt his head backwards.

As the koopa tilted his head back, he let go of the wolf. The canine was so weak and powerless that he wasn’t even trying to escape from Bowser’s putrid maw. The beast exhaled his hot breath against the wolf’s face, blowing his fur back and running his fat tongue against the prey’s face and mouth. Then Bowser grunted and let his throat widen so part of the wolf’s head could slither down his throat. The skull moved down the back of Bowser’s wet tongue, the fur brushing against Bowser’s uvula very gently. The koopa grunted and belched again, his mouth spraying spittle and nasty breath all over the wolf’s fur and costume. The cosplayer grunted a few times and moved his legs, opening his eyes slowly and realizing that he was inside a foul-smelling tunnel that he had no room to move around in, and the wolf whimpered a few times as he tried to move his head and attempted to figure out where he was located. Bowser grunted and slurped as he inhaled deeply and swallowed another portion of the wolf. The canine slid down again, his upper body entering Bowser’s mouth. He widened his mouth and slobbered even further, mumbling and slurping as he swallowed some of the wolf’s fur and musk.

The wolf grunted softly as he shut his eyes again very slowly. He could hear strange, muffled gurgling and groaning from within Bowser’s body. He could feel the walls of the environment pressing against his head, almost crushing it. Then the wolf’s head slowly moved down Bowser’s throat some more, the ears and skull brushing against the squishy esophagus. A gas bubble moved up Bowser’s throat and poked the wolf’s muzzle. It exploded, sending a cloud of fetid gas that stank of Bowser’s stomach acid and fluids all over the canine’s head. At that point, the wolf didn’t even have enough energy in him to gag. The lack of air and various odors were so robust that he lost consciousness. As the wolf neared the belly, Bowser felt his throat inflating as multiple bulges appeared. Bowser gagged and coughed up some spit as the wolf got stuck for a brief moment. Bowser reached up and massaged his gullet, panting and slobbering as he allowed his throat to widen. More saliva formed in his mouth, lubing up the wolf so it would be easier for the prey to move into his belly. Then Bowser closed his eyes and moaned softly as he felt his neck dilating so the wolf would move down his throat with ease.

Bowser looked at the wolf as the beast kept moving down steadily. He devoured the wolf in gulps, emitting juicy grumbling noises as the furry creature kept moving further down into Bowser’s gut. As the wolf gradually entered Bowser’s gut, his stomach kept expanding more and more, the wolf joining his two other friends that were still digesting. When the koopa reached the wolf’s waist, he paused again and moaned, wrapping his arms around his stomach and rubbing his belly to soothe the digestion. He could feel both of the victims rumbling and dissolving slightly, their bodies breaking down within all the fluids and acid. Bowser huffed a few times before he gagged and emitted more scarfing, choking noises as the wolf’s legs moved down into his mouth. The legs slithered like a snake, the thin limbs making their way into the predator’s putrid maw and slowly getting smothered with saliva. As the legs disappeared, Bowser lowered his head and reached up, stuffing the wolf’s footpaws into his mouth. Then he lifted his jaw and his cheeks bloated for a moment. Bowser shut his eyes and massaged his throat again, moving his head up a bit and gulping very hard.

When Bowser finished eating his prey, he groaned and swayed a little, his belly nearly three times its normal size. He reached down and pressed his hands against his big gut before he tripped over a log and sat down hard on the ground. Then he opened his maw and burped so deeply that the branches on one of the trees shook violently and bent, almost snapping off their trees. Bowser listened to the wet crackling noise erupting from his maw before he groaned and waved a hand in front of his mouth.

“Phew! If that’s how you smell now, can’t imagine what you smell like coming back out!”

The koopa king laughed evilly as he rubbed his stomach and licked his lips, tasting the musky creature in his maw.

“Now…just one more to go!”

Bowser grunted a few times as he struggled to stand on his big feet. Then he exhaled as he sniffed the air and started seeking out the last cosplayer. As Bowser walked, he kept huffing and puffing, feeling as though he was hauling a giant wrecking ball around with him. With each step the beast took, his belly would shake and audibly gurgle, almost to a point where the koopa king could hear the bones in his prey’s bodies crackling and breaking and could visualize the sheer amount of acid that was eating through their bodies and dissolving their stupid costumes, fur and flesh. The more Bowser moved, the more the reptile kept licking his thick, fat lips, tasting the small amounts of flavorful fur that got around his teeth and lips. Growling deeply, Bowser reached down and patted his corpulent frame, panting a few times as he listened to his belly growling. Then the giant reptile opened his mouth wide, his slobbering jaw lowered as far as it could go. Bowser thought he was about to spit out a giant cloud of fire so he could finish burning down the woods.

While no fire came from his maw, Bowser still ended up unleashing something hot and lethal from his mouth. Various droplets of water flew up into the air, the saliva shooting high before falling back down onto Bowser’s face again or back into his smelly mouth. An ear-splitting, wet, crackling series of groans and deep, long growls emerged from Bowser’s mouth, as though the beast was calling for help in a very grotesque and garbled voice. As the koopa king belched, he could feel his stomach grumbling and growling further; some of his prey had crackled and digested enough for his meal to end up inside of his small intestines. The giant beast moved his head left and right, filling the air around him with an abhorrent stench that easily could’ve killed small animals and insects. The stink of his breath mixed in with all the smoke already polluting the woods, making it that much more difficult to walk through and ignore. Even Bowser found his eyes getting a bit irritated from all the fumes and the general stench of the forest. His cacophonous burp lasted for nearly thirty seconds and ended with a crisp and wet series of gurgles; Bowser realized that saliva was bubbling around his mouth. He quickly lowered his head and shut his mouth, moments before he flared his nostrils and sniffed again.

Everything around him stank very terribly. Maybe he was imagining it, but he could’ve sworn some of the leaves on the trees looked a bit greener. He smirked, thinking that his breath was so foul and so toxic that its putridness was affecting the plants and causing them to decay. So Bowser snickered as he waddled around the woods, stomping on as many flowers, leaves, twigs, and insects as possible, and tormenting everything with his vile maw. He saw a few colorful, orange flowers that were growing beside a tree and grinned. Then he crouched down and exhaled as harshly as he could all over them, contaminating their beauty and fresh scent with his funky breath and nasty saliva. The flowers didn’t comically wilt, but Bowser noticed that all of them looked like they were beginning to close, as if they were reversing their blooming stages just to get away from the stinky breath. When Bowser saw an ant hill near a tree, the giant beast approached it and lowered his head. Then he belched wetly, letting his sour breath blow all over the ant hill, as though it were a fetid hurricane. All the ants coming out of the hill immediately retreated, and some of the ones still outside walked slower, before ultimately stopping.

As soon as the koopa king was finished, he walked away from the ant hill and started feeling around his plump belly again. It began to crackle and growl in a soft, soothing tone. His tongue stuck out, Bowser massaged his huge, wide frame, patting and rubbing his tummy as it got rid of the stupid cosplayers and their silly costumes. He grinned for a moment and reached for his belly-button, picking at it with a claw and scraping out a bit of lint and dirt. Something inside cracked and shifted again, and the reptile smirked as another fraction of one of his victims disappeared into his small intestines. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air again, adoring the wondrous thick stench he had unleashed. The forest was slowly but surely smelling like the inside of his maw, stinking heavily of brimstone, rotting teeth, wet meat and sulfur. Bowser wiggled his nose and jokingly waved a hand in front of his face, pretending to be appalled by the stink.

“PEE-YEW! Smells like someone needs a breath mint! URRRRRRRRP!”

Bowser exhaled after letting out another small, wet belch. He leaned forward and flared his nostrils, taking in the strong odor of his burp. Then he brought his head back and snickered, grinning proudly.

“I know it ain’t me though!”

The giant reptile huffed and chuckled as he continued to walk around the burning forest, constantly sniffing the foul air and leaving huge footprints in the soil. Suddenly, Bowser stopped and felt a tightening in his gut. He inhaled sharply as he bent over a bit and pressed his hands against his plump gut. His ass stuck out, Bowser raised his tail and let loose a massive, giant fart. The immense koopa listened to the flatulence as it rumbled noisily against his fat ass, causing his smooth, yellow buttocks to jiggle just below his shell. Bowser turned and looked over his shoulder, as if he could see the gas itself hovering just behind his huge frame. He snorted, and then grunted as he blew out another giant gas bubble. For five whole seconds, all Bowser could hear was the sound of someone blowing a tuba, the noise low and sputtering constantly. Once the sound ended, the stench came in, and Bowser wafted the odor up to his lungs. He couldn’t tell if his breath smelled worse or not; both his gas and his burps smelled heavily of brimstone. But while his breath had the unpleasant tinge of wet meat and decay, his flatulence smelled more of hot shit, like all the times Bowser suffered from diarrhea.

All the odors were making Bowser very content, to the point where he stopped seeking his prey entirely when he felt something leaking from between his thighs. And then the koopa king realized he was stiff. He grinned widely as he looked down at the length that was growing beneath his fat stomach. The giant beast panted a few times as he attempted to reach down so he could stroke himself. But his immense gut was in the way, and whenever he bent over, he noticed that he couldn’t reach his cock. Bowser grunted several times as he bent over and opened up his hands, but he couldn’t do it. Seeing no other option, the giant koopa king grunted as he fell over and landed right on his stomach. As he fell, another huge fart exploded out of his behind, leaving a thick stink behind his fat ass and a comical sputtering noise going through his ears. While on his gut, Bowser panted and drooled, feeling his prey sloshing around and crunching; the prey were flattened between his body and the muddy ground. Bowser closed his eyes and growled tenderly, listening to the three furs digesting, the sound and pressure in his bowels making his hard-on thicker.

He moved himself back and forth slowly, rocking around on his belly. His shaft rubbed up against the soft, wet grass, almost as though the beast was gently rubbing a soft cloth around his cock. He could feel his shaft growing beneath his body, the cock bulging as another small amount of clear pre-ejaculate oozed from the tip. He grinned before he slowly flipped himself over, lying on his shell as his pudge jiggled and sloshed around. Legs splayed, Bowser opened his mouth and exhaled deeply, feeling the bulges in his gut moving around. His cock was fully hard now and throbbing uncontrollably; more precum was oozing from the glans, the clear fluids running down his member. Despite not masturbating, Bowser felt like he’d blow anyway just from the sheer ecstasy he felt over all the activity in his digestive system. For a moment or two, Bowser wasn’t even concerned about finding the final member of the cosplaying group. Surely the fire would get to him—that or all the suffocating smoke. And almost conveniently, right when he was thinking about all the smoke and how rank it smelled, he heard vociferous hacking and coughing, as if someone was choking to death.

Rolling over, Bowser grunted and struggled as he got back on his feet. He wiped some of the dirt off his giant stomach before he resumed waddling forward again, still grinning from the hard-on between his thighs. The koopa king licked his plump lips as he approached the sound. He saw a shadow not far from a tree, moments before he sniffed the air and noticed the faint hint of a wolf mingled in with the acrid scent of smoke. After walking for a moment, pausing to catching his breath, and then farting, Bowser moved forward, and smiled when he saw the wolf. The predator chuckled deeply as he walked closer and closer to his final victim, observing the canine in his tacky red Mario outfit.

“What’s wrong, ‘Mario’? Are the fumes too much for ya?”

The wolf didn’t answer. He tried to stand up, but Bowser merely towered over the canine and nudged him with his foot. The canine just managed to get to his knees, and it was there where Bowser noticed his watery, burning eyes and how much he was struggling to breathe. When the wolf finally managed to stand up on his footpaws, Bowser leaned forward so his gaping maw was hovering in front of the wolf’s face. He lowered his mandible and gave the wolf a huge blast of his breath, plaguing the beast’s nostrils with a horrid stench not far off from brimstone, rotten eggs and melted garlic. The wolf gagged and coughed several times as he stumbled backwards and leaned against the tree, feeling utterly defeated. Triumphant, Bowser hovered in front of the wolf and thumped his tail on the ground.

“Finally! Looks like I’m finally gonna beat you, ‘Mario’! How’s it feel to actually lose for a change?!”

The wolf whimpered and shook his head, slumping back down to the ground and holding up his paws seeking mercy.

“It’s just…it’s just a fucking—”

“Nah…this ain’t a costume at all! This is the real deal, ‘Mario,’ and now you gotta accept what’s about to happen!”

Bowser snickered as he hid inside his shell for a moment, grunting as he rummaged around through some of his items. When he came back out, he removed a giant, poofy item that he was going to save for later. But looking at the wolf now, he figured it was only best to put it on now.

“Heh…know this is only for babies, but think about it! A toilet you can take with you? How is that not convenient?!”

Bowser grinned as he looked at the wolf’s disgusted face. Then he sighed as he bent over and struggled to put on the diaper, stepping around the padded undergarment before crouching down and pulling it up around his groin. He grunted as he tied the tapes around his thick thighs and ass, forcing himself to ignore the pressure in his gut as he sucked in his belly and tied the diaper, before he exhaled and let his gut hang out again. The giant koopa king licked his lips and patted his gut as he listened to the diaper crinkling. He stood in front of the canine’s face, his padded groin mere inches from his nose.

“Smells good, don’t it? Lot fresher than my breath, apparently! Heh, you should be happy! If you suffer through my putrid mouth and my fetid stomach gases, you’ll end up right in here! …Oh wait, sorry.”

Bowser shuffled around, making the padded undergarment crinkle some more. He bent over and raised his tail, displaying his behind that was now covered with a giant white diaper.

“That’s where you’ll end up! Hehe, and no worries! This diaper is extra-durable! Could withstand a volcanic eruption! I should know after all those times I’ve scarfed down entire buckets of chili! …What, no comments? Shouldn’t you be happy? You’re gonna be reunited with your friends soon! And all of you are gonna spend the rest of your lives in the same confined area!”

He couldn’t stop taunting the wolf. Bowser even went as far as walking backwards and bumping his fat ass right into the wolf’s muzzle, just to give him a whiff of his soon-to-be padded prison. He didn’t hear the wolf groaning or whimpering in the slightest, and the koopa king figured that the wolf lost all hope at this point. However, when Bowser turned back around, he could see that the wolf was visibly disgusted, and forcing himself to swallow a few times as he retched. The koopa king licked his lips with joy before he bent over and spread his hands apart. Bowser grabbed the canine roughly by his ribs before he hauled him forward towards his mouth. While Bowser drooled and breathed heavily in the canine’s face, the cosplayer moaned a few times and turned his head away, obviously repulsed by the stench of the predator’s breath.

“You got any last words there, ‘Mario’? Any last minute philosophical nonsense you wanna spout in my ears?”

The wolf was already on the verge of passing out from the smoke, and the odor of Bowser’s hot breath wasn’t alleviating the situation one little bit. So the wolf just exhaled and thought of the one thing on his mind.

“…Your breath stinks,” he said weakly.

Bowser chuckled and licked his drooling lips. “Why, thank you!” he said with pride.

And with that, Bowser shoved the wolf’s head inside of his maw. The cosplayer didn’t scream, didn’t protest, didn’t complain about the stench. He just hung limply inside the fetid chamber, calmly accepting his fate. Bowser, meanwhile, clamped his mouth shut around the wolf’s neck, slurping and licking all around the canine’s face. He made sure to exhale a couple of times, but from the way the wolf sounded and looked, there was no need to torment him. He had already given up. So the koopa king moaned as he sucked on the beast’s flavor and closed his eyes. Just like the other wolf before him, this canine had a musky flavor in his fur that made him taste rather appetizing. Snorting and slobbering, the reptile sucked on the furry beast for a few more moments, coating the beast’s fur and costume with a large amount of saliva. He shut his eyes as he sniffed the air a few times, absorbing the delicious odor of his prey and the rest of the smoke and fumes forming around his head in the forest. Knowing that he was getting slower with each victim he devoured, the koopa king decided to devour his prey a bit faster than normal. The last thing he wanted was to get caught in the fire he started.

So Bowser tightened his grip on the canine before he tilted his head backwards and lifted his jaw high in the air. The wolf didn’t bother squirming much; the smoke had made him far too disoriented, and the odor of Bowser’s thick breath wasn’t helping the slightest bit. The canine could feel the humid breath against his face, and his neck and head were soaked in bits of saliva, but none of it bothered the wolf any more. He heard a deep, repulsive crackling noise that nearly deafened him, and the wolf shut his eyes and groaned as he listened to Bowser belching profusely all over his head, nearly making him deaf with the various throat groans. The wolf mumbled softly to himself as he waited for his fate. Outside, Bowser was drooling so much that the saliva was dribbling all over his stomach and down his chin, leaving small drops on the ground and around his midriff. Widening his throat, Bowser started to shove the canine further and further into his maw. The creature’s furry body brushed all over his tongue and around his gullet, causing it to bulge outwards. Bowser mumbled and slurped repeatedly, snorting as he savored the musky, distinct flavor of the cosplayer.

Some seconds later, Bowser grumbled and continued shoveling the canine down his throat, letting the wolf fill his esophagus very slowly. He waited patiently for the wolf to move through his system before he felt part of the canine’s head entering his stomach as well, causing it to stretch outwards even further than before. The more he swallowed, the fatter Bowser got. All the pressure in the koopa’s bowels made it hard for him to keep all the gas inside his system. He gurgled as he belched again, spitting more nasty saliva against the cosplayer’s face as he felt more fluids getting all around the canine’s soggy fur. As Bowser devoured the cosplayer further, he grunted and passed some gas, his bowels pushing a large amount of flatulence around through his tailhole. The other three victims were still digesting pleasantly, their flesh now gone and getting down to the bones and organs. At a certain point, Bowser realized that nothing from the wolf was left, short of his scruffy legs and his tail. The massive koopa grunted, snorted and drooled, feeling his diaper crinkling again as his hard-on grew once more, leaking another small portion of pre-ejaculate. He let go of the canine’s body and casually let his mouth do the rest of the work.

Bowser grunted a few more times as he reached up and massaged his throat, letting the body gradually flow down his throat as it widened on its own. His belly kept expanding, almost to a point where he felt like it would explode. But the koopa king knew that the “explosion” would be coming from the other end of his body. Chuckling and daydreaming about the idea, Bowser clamped his mouth down on the wolf as more and more of his body slithered into his fetid chamber where the other three victims were currently resting. The wolf’s footpaws weren’t moving anymore, so the koopa king deduced that he must’ve passed out from both the stench and the lack of air. Another throaty belch emerged from Bowser’s gross maw, causing spittle to fly all over the place. He even coughed and spluttered after burping, nearly choking on all the saliva that had formed inside his mouth. Bowser stopped trying to burp and fart and instead fixated more on eating his prey before the forest fire reached him. When he heard a tree falling in the distance, Bowser grabbed the wolf’s footpaws and grumbled as he started shoving on them. He coughed and mumbled as he slurped down the rest of the wolf, ending with his fuzzy tail hanging out his mouth.

Bowser sucked in the tail like it was a wet noodle before he gulped hard, with various bulges moving down his throat. Then Bowser opened his mouth wide and released a colossal wet burp out into the air. Even a few puffs of hot smoke came out of his mouth, and the koopa king had to cough and wave the fumes away as it floated up to his big nose. Bowser groaned and huffed a few times as he looked down at his belly, the pudge so huge it felt like it would pop at any second if someone so much as poked at it with a claw. The giant reptile grunted as he started waddling forward, his hefty gut sloshing about and his diaper crinkling incessantly as he moved. Another hot fart escaped his rear end, the gas filling his diaper and creating a muffled series of sputters. Bowser turned around and could see that the fire was only a few yards away from him. Inhaling sharply, Bowser grunted as he started walking as fast as he could, moving his way through the smoky fumes and the acrid stench of his bad breath and wet burps. Despite his oversized exterior, Bowser eventually made it out of the woods, and found his giant floating Clown Car parked in a clearing. The koopa king threw his body inside, grunting when he realized he was too fat to fit without feeling cramped, before he activated the Car and flew away.


As soon as Bowser got back to his castle, he demanded that no one disturb him as he retreated to his private chambers. When any of his koopatrol minions stopped and asked why he looked so fat, or were a bit disturbed that their king was wearing a diaper, he’d just respond by belching or exhaling in their faces. The minions would promptly hide in their shells or turn their heads away and ignored his gross outburst, deciding it was best not to irritate the shelled king any further. So the large koopa kicked open the door to his chamber before he exhaled and locked said door. As soon as he did, he relaxed his body and cut a huge fart. The flatulence exploded from his rump noisily, even with his diaper on. He listened to the thick sputtering noises for a moment before he sniffed the air and chuckled to himself. Then Bowser turned around as he looked at his massive, comfortable mattress. The koopa king wasn’t as corpulent as he was back in the forest, but his four victims still hadn’t fully passed through his system. Regardless, Bowser’s bowels were growling and grumbling furiously, the large intestines bloated with gas and excrement.

Bowser took a step forward and was surprised when he unintentionally cut a huge fart. He listened to the chaotic “BRRRRRRNNNNT” noise before he looked down at his foot and wiggled his toes. Grinning, Bowser took another step forward, and was surprised when he was met with the same result. Another muffled fart slithered from his tailhole, the gas crackling and popping around his ass. Then Bowser grunted as he hopped forward, his heavy feet slamming on the floor. As he landed, Bowser slowly squatted down, making two fists and lifting his tail. His fart started out soft, but the more he squatted, the louder the gas got. He could feel his entire ass warming itself up around the diaper, the hot flatulence having no room to escape or go to. By the time Bowser’s ass was nearly touching the floor, his anus was puckering, ready to push out something more solid. Bowser exhaled with relief, panting and filling his room with his stinky breath like he did the forest. Bowser flared his nostrils repeatedly, smelling his sulfuric farts and the odor of garlic and brimstone on his breath. Then Bowser stood straight up and placed a hand on his stomach, the pudge growling as fluids churned deeply within his bowels.

As Bowser continued to fart and fill his chamber with humid, fetid gas, the koopa king started to moan and press his hands down on his belly. When he pressed down, he noticed that he started to deflate like an ordinary balloon that was having helium forced out of it. And just like said balloon, the gas escaped from the only hole it had, causing a comical series of sputtering noises. The giant koopa groaned and sighed with relief as he felt his stomach deflating little by little, the size of his fat frame slowly melting away. His entire chamber grew hot and funky, stinking of his bowels and rancid shit. The koopa king heard faint crackling beneath him and smirked as he looked down and noticed the huge growth that was forming around his crotch. Bowser chuckled as he reached down and patted his phallus, his boner pressing against the front of his padded undergarment. Bowser nonchalantly lifted his right foot off the floor, leaning over so he could rudely pass gas. Bowser heard the thick “FRRRRRNNNNNT” that erupted from his tailhole before he set his foot down and waved a hand behind his chunky ass. Then Bowser lifted his left leg and started to fart.

And then realized that his fart was cut off by something solid. Eyes wide open, Bowser moaned as he held his belly and set his foot down. He huffed a few times before he slowly rolled onto his bed, moaning and whimpering as he lied on his shell. His bowels were churning noisily, his colon burning and his tailhole quivering as he tried to hold it in. Bowser shut his eyes as he huffed, panting repeatedly as he forced himself to hold back his mess; it was no fun just pushing it out immediately. Snarling, Bowser rolled over onto his belly, digging his claws into his bedsheets as he rested his head on his pillow. Bowser grunted as he moved his legs a bit, huffing and growling, unable to contain all the pressure that was going on inside of his bowels. The koopa king found himself repeatedly lifting his ass and tail, acting as though he wanted to blast a huge fart. But all he did was grunt as he felt his tailhole opening up. Suddenly, his tailhole started to crackle and hiss gently, and Bowser realized that a chunk of shit was caught around the rim of his tailhole. Something hard hit Bowser’s gut, and the koopa king realized that he couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Ah…UMPHF!”

Bowser shut his eyes and pushed hard. And then he felt his tailhole bulging outwards as it pushed out the first turd. The fat chunk of soft, bone-covered fecal matter slithered out of his tailhole and made a soft impact with his diaper, making it crackle softly. Bowser opened his eyes and exhaled deeply with his tongue hanging out his mouth. He passed gas, the noise muffled from all the nasty excrement, before he grunted and pushed a second time. This time the koopa king heard a thick “BLORP,” and a giant clod of bone-filled shit oozed out noisily and collided with the first log. Panting, Bowser started to move his crotch back and forth, pleasuring himself as he began to soil his diaper. Bowser giggled in a soft voice as he listened to incessant crackling. A hard push and a grunt led to another long, greasy chunk of shit emerging from his smelly ass. Afterwards, Bowser yelped when a tough chunk of shit shot out, and the reptile deduced that it must’ve been one of the bigger bones that hadn’t been broken down properly. Already Bowser’s diaper was starting to bulge outwards, and the stink of the padded undergarment was filling the chamber and making Bowser harder.

“UNF! Yes…ah—AH! FUCK!”

Bowser inhaled sharply as he gripped his bedsheets again. His tail hiked up, Bowser groaned as he pushed hard and fast, listening to the incessant popping and farting noises coming from his shitty diaper. As he pushed, a series of soft logs of shit started to slither and coil their way out of Bowser’s dirty ass. With nowhere to go, the excrement started to smash itself against the seat of the diaper, turning into a giant glob of brown mush with various bits of bones stuck within the shit. The diaper started to sag a bit and looked bloated, but it hadn’t changed color just yet. None of the shit was wet or runny, so it didn’t leave any infamous stains on Bowser’s behind. But where it lacked in stains, it definitely made up for in stench. Bowser jokingly waved a hand behind his ass over and over again, trying to fan the awful stink away. But no matter how many times he waved his hands, the stink lingered and grew worse with each passing second. The koopa king grunted again as he pushed hard, and part of a skull gushed out. The diaper sagged and bloated outwards again, and Bowser grinned after a large chunk of pain in his bowels finally went away.

Exhaling, Bowser changed position and flipped himself over. Lying on his shell, Bowser smiled as he lazily shat himself and passed gas. All the noises were muffled by the smelly diaper and the giant mattress, but Bowser still heard the infamous crackles, pops, BLORPs, and sputtering nonetheless. Bowser sniffed the air again and grumbled, realizing that his chamber wasn’t stinky enough. So he opened his mouth and exhaled as hard as he could, almost seeing the hot funky breath emerge from his maw. Then he moved slightly on his bed and blasted out a hot fart that sounded muffled and chunky, given all the waste packed tightly inside his diaper. He smelled his bad breath and his stinky shit, and then laughed as he plugged his nose. Moments afterwards, Bowser grunted as he lifted his legs off the bed, then reached up and grabbed his huge feet. His soft, growing diaper aimed at the door, Bowser groaned as he pushed with all his might, and what ensued was nearly two full minutes of nonstop shitting. His bowels pushed out log after soft log of fat, greasy shit that promptly filled up the diaper so much that Bowser was worried some of the mess might actually leak out the sides.

There was a brief pause within those two minutes, and Bowser had to grunt and push deeply in order to resume his bowel movement. After he did, he exhaled and listened to the sludge as it profusely filled up his diaper. By now, the diaper was sagging so much that Bowser thought it was beginning to tear. The shit was spreading in several directions, staining his fat buttocks with the foul substance and moving around his taint. Even his testicles were getting smothered in the funky substance, and Bowser could feel a large amount of the clay-like slurry smearing all over the base of his cock. Bowser grunted as he pushed out another muffled fart that sounded like bubbles popping underneath a pool of slime. When Bowser put his legs back down, he moaned as he reached below his body and started to grope his stinky mess. He could feel the various bones that had gushed out of his system, and during the two minutes of nonstop shitting, another skull popped out. If he had a mirror, Bowser would’ve been able to see the eerie outline of said skull against the seat of his padded undergarment. Bowser took a huge breath, sniffing the malodorous air around him, before he exhaled and plugged his nose with one hand.

With his other hand, however, Bowser reached down so he could rub the bulge against his diaper. Panting and huffing, Bowser started to masturbate without putting his hand down his diaper. He grunted as he struggled to stroke his dick, feeling the large length throbbing incessantly and pumping out pre-ejaculate. Even with the mess in his diaper, he felt the wet fluids leaking out. The koopa king licked his lips before he rolled over on the bed again and lied on his stomach. Ass up, Bowser pushed deeply, moaning and drooling onto his mattress. With a noisy, disgusting “SPLORCH,” a giant ball of bone-filled waste exploded from Bowser’s tailhole and splattered all around his diaper. Seconds later, the third skull popped out, causing the diaper to droop so much that he could feel the giant mush dangling from his ass like it were his own testicles. Bowser even wiggled his ass left and right, listening to the mess sloshing around like lard inside of a bag. Then Bowser put his ass back down and started to please himself again. The koopa king snarled as he roughly rubbed his crotch back and forth against the mattress, almost as though he were humping it. His cock was sandwiched between his thick body and the cushion-filled bed.

The more Bowser defecated, the harder his erection got. Already his body was twitching as more semen built up inside of his system. He opened his mouth and exhaled again, flaring his nostrils so he could get another whiff of his foul breath. He lifted his tail and pushed, letting out a fart so thick and muffled that he thought shit was getting pushed out at the same time. Then he moaned as the fourth and final skull came out, first getting stuck on the ring of his tailhole. Afterwards, Bowser’s tailhole dilated, and the reptile bellowed as he pressed his stomach down on the bed and applied more pressure to his gut. He pushed so hard that the skull shot out, clacking and crackling against the other three skulls. Bowser whimpered after pushing out the skull. He could feel his cock pulsating and immediately flipped over onto his shell. Seconds later, Bowser’s body spasmed, and the shelled beast bellowed as he twitched uncontrollably. He thought he had started peeing, and could even see a wet spot forming around the front section of his diaper. But his cock was throbbing and releasing his piss in short bursts, instead of it all flowing out naturally.

By the time Bowser’s body stopped moving, the sweaty koopa king panted a few times and relaxed himself. He looked at the wet stain on his diaper and leaned forward, sniffing it. He knew right away that the piss in question was actually his precious seed. Several streams of the semen had burst from his cock, and now it was mixing in with all the shit and bone fragments inside his diaper. Bowser smirked with pride as he reached forward and groped his groin, squeezing at the wet spot. Then Bowser exhaled as he laid his head down on his pillow and looked up at the ceiling. He inhaled the funky air around him before he rubbed his diaper and snorted.

“Feels good to be king,” he muttered.

Then Bowser leaned over and passed gas, and chuckled as the air was filled with another burst of his ass stink.