It was a normal summer day in Bowser’s castle, nothing really to do once Bowser evaluated his life choices regarding Princess Peach. All he had to care about was his son, Bowser Jr. Bowser was busy napping, until he drifted off into a nice dream. In that dream, he was shoveling a bunch of junk food into his son’s gullet, making both of them happy. While he couldn’t smell in the dream, Bowser Jr. was burping and farting a lot and Bowser seemed to enjoy it. Bowser was then woken up by his naughty son begging him for something to eat. From what he could tell, Bowser’s dream just now was very pleasant.

“Hmm? Why was Junior so fat? And why was I… enjoying it? Woah, that dream felt so good. I think I might make that a reality.” Bowser said to himself

“Papaaaa I’m hungry!!” Junior whined. “Make me some food now!!!” 
“Gwahaha, as you wish, Junior. What would you like?” Bowser replied. 
“It can be anything?” Junior asked. “I waaaant… chocolate cake!” 
“You got it, son!” Said Bowser. He ordered the head chef of the castle to bake a chocolate cake as per his son’s specifications. A few minutes later, and Junior was presented with the cake of his dreams. 

“There you go, Junior. Eat up.” Bowser said. He felt a strong sense of passion in imagining his son getting chubbier and chubbier. 
“Heheheheeeee! Thanks daddy! I love you!!” Junior exclaimed as he gobbled away at his confectionary meal. As Bowser was watching his son make short work of the dessert, he couldn’t help but swoon at the way his son sloppily licked the frosting off his face, how the strands of saliva made murky by the chocolate residue stretched and ran across his tongue. It made Bowser’s heart race, watching his son be spoiled like that. The hypnotic chewing was cut off by a sudden

*URRRRRRPPPP!!!* “Heheheeee!!!” 

Bowser Junior let out a mighty belch as he finished swallowing every last morsel of cake. Bowser blushed a little, taking in the scent of his son’s burp. It was a pungent aroma of chocolate and, well, burps. 

“Thanks again, papa! You’re the best!” Junior said with excitement. 

The next morning, Bowser was busy making breakfast for his son. He shredded and cooked about 6 or so russet potatoes, piled them onto a plate, and doused them in bacon and cheddar cheese sauce. And on the side was a baker’s dozen of donuts, and tall glass of orange juice. All for Junior. 

“Wowee, daddy! This is for me? Alright!” Junior said as he began stuffing himself with bacon cheddar home-fries and donuts. Bowser felt himself getting harder watching his son lap away at all the greasy food. He just imagine himself licking the residue off his son’s face, while planting a big, wet, sloppy kiss on him. All the junk food was starting to have an effect on Junior though. He started eating more slowly. 

“Daddy, I- URRRPPP!!! I’m full.” Junior whined. 
“Erm, okay, Junior. Just set it aside and you can eat it later.” Said Bowser, not wanting his food to go to waste.

As Junior got out of his seat, he let out a small poot, which wafted its way over to his father, who got a whiff, and wanted more. The day went on and Junior was still full from all the food. As he played, Bowser noticed some stretch marks on his son. He knew his work was paying off. Later that day, Bowser went to get ice cream, and brought home a giant sundae for his son. Cookie dough n’ creme. At this point, Junior was getting multiple chins, which plenty of melty ice cream dripped down. Bowser couldn’t resist staring at it, how it caressed the beautiful young flab. He wanted to lick it off. Until Junior interrupted by saying he was full. 

“Aw, come on, Junior! Finish your ice cream please.” Bowser compelled.
“But I’m not hungry~” Junior whined.
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you!” Bowser said, raising his voice a little.

Not wanting to upset his father, Junior complied and ate the rest of his sundae. His belly began expanding as he ate more and more. Junior’s gut jiggled as he walked, the motion hypnotizing Bowser more. He felt like he wasn’t himself.
“Must. Feed. Junior!” Bowser said to himself. “Junior must be bigger. Sexier.” His cock throbbed as he watched his son’s big fat ass jiggle and sway with his body. It was so sweaty he could see his reflection on it.

Bowser suddenly doubled down on meals prepared for Junior until he got as big as him. Macaroni & cheese pizza, deep-fried triple-cheeseburgers, double fudge mountain sundaes, the works. He HAD to plump his son up, he HAD to! He needed the perfect son, and the perfect son was sexy.

“Come on, son! Eat it all!” Bowser yelled!

*grrrnngngnrrgngglee* “Oooohhhhh… daaaddyyyy, my tummy hurrrrts!” Junior whined. “I’m hottttt!!!” 

Junior’s portley belly kept rumbling and gurgling as he forcefully dug away at the assortment of cheese-based and chocolate-based dishes. 

*PRRRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!!!!* 

Junior let out a mighty fart, which made some room. He still had a long way to go. Six large mixing bowls of mashed potatoes to go, and then some. Junior could hardly take it any more. He felt like he was about to explode.

“Papaaaaaa, I feel siiiiick.” Junior whined. 

*FRRRRBBBBTTTT!* 

“My butt’s going crazy! I- I- I want MORE DADDY!!!!” 

“Mwahaha, silly Junior. Your butt’s trying to talk to me.” Bowser explained, just to get a closer whiff of Junior’s butt blasts. 

*prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnntttttttttt* 

A long, albeit quiet 8-second streak of gas exploded from Junior’s mountainous buttocks. Bowser took a whiff, and immediately fell in love. He leaned in closer, saying “Your butt is telling me it loves me~” in a saccharine tone of voice. Bowser then proceeded to plant a thousand kisses on his son’s own bottom. 

“Eeehehehe, ahahahahaaa stoooop, Daddy! Aha- aha- that tickles!!” Cried Junior, causing him to far some more. 

*PRRRRRFFFFTTTT! PR-FRRRRNNNNNTTTT!*

Bowser’s cock was rock hard, he wanted to fuck his obese son’s ass so badly. But he still felt he needed it to be bigger, and his son definetly agreed with him. 

“MORE DADDY, MORE FOOD!!” Junior wailed. 

It wasn’t long until every hour of the day featured Junior stuffing himself like a pig. Each second that passed caused more grease and oil to coat the brat’s face. He wanted to stop eating, he really did. But this kind of lavishing and attention was just what Bowser Junior wanted. Granted it made his stomach feel grumbly and gave him awful gas, but if that meant he got to receive love from his father and mountains of garlic knots, then so be it. Meanwhile, Bowser kept standing behind him, ready to receive the many bouts of his son’t flatulence. 

A chef’s ransom in food awaited Junior as he grew to mountainous proportions. Thousands of garlic knots slithered down Junior’s throat as he got dirtier and dirtier. And Bowser made extra sure the head chef piled up on the butter. No matter how full he felt, Junior wanted more. 

“I want ice cream!!” The blob cried out. “And cookies!” 

Not 2 seconds later a whole platoon of koopas gathered around to carry 2 tons of ice cream and 10,000 batches of cookies. Due to the immense heat radiated by both the fire around the castle, and the diabetic nature of Junior, the cookies baked a lot quicker, and the ice cream couldn’t give him brain-freeze. 

*FRRRRNT! BRRRRBBBTTT! BRAAAAAAPPPPPPP! POOOOOOTTTTT!!!!!* 

Fart after fart, Junior’s ass assaulted the entire castle with its sour notes. Tooting away a paint-peeling melody of raunchiness, rancidness, and rottenness. 

“URRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!!” Junior let out an astonishingly loud burp, the smell also plaguing the entire castle, even causing the koopas close to his mouth to faint. “Daddy, I wuv you!! You’re so cool! I love eating!! It makes me feel happy!” Each time Junior used the “h” sound, a paratroopa lost its wings. 

Junior’s eyes turned a sickly glowing shade of orange, as he began to eat more and more junk food piled up for him at a time. “Heheheheeeee! More food for me! Starve, you peasants! Feed meeeeeee!” 

Next on the menu was a record-breaking pile of french fries and a pitcher full of barbecue sauce. At this point, the young koopa lord couldn’t help but sputter and spatter with every word he said; he was salivating so much over all his food. He had no clue anymore about what his father was doing, since at this point, Bowser was going to town on his gassy behind. 

“More PePPeroni Pizzasth, Pleasthe!” Bowser Junior’s mouth was gushing with saliva. The koopa who served him was soaked in dribble and spit. Soon, out came 100 pizza pies made just for him. He made sure to wash down the starchy disks with plenty of chocolate milk, and you know what that means.

*BRRRRRRRRRRRBRBBBRBBBBBBBRRRRNRNNNNTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!* 

Bowser was simply at a loss for words, he kept lapping away at his own son’s ass. Normally he’d be disgusted by such a thing, but now he can’t help but wanna be a part of his son’s butt. He made sure to savor every molecule of Junior’s fumes, cumming just from the thought of being smothered in farts. 

“I want meat! More meat!” Said Junior, pounding on his flesh. Out came lots of meat. Just the smell of cheeseburgers and ribs turned Junior’s mouth into a sticky, gooey waterfall of backwash. 

“Erm, lord Junior, sir? You seem to be running us dry with your appetite. Surely you know how dangerous this amount of food is, right?” A paratroopa said.

“More foooood!!!!!” Junior yelled. 

“Could you at least order us to WASH you? Your hygiene has been… lacking…” 

“Are you questioning me? Do you have the ability to tell me what to do? No!” 

“Aah, Lord Junior. I- if you’d just let me-“ 

“No more bossing. Bye bye boss!” Junior said, as he stuffed the paratroopa into his bellybutton, which was filled with leftover crumbs and gunk. It absolutely stunk down there. No smell in the world could’ve been worse. 

“Heheheeee, have a nice time! Bellyboy!” Junior was proud of himself, but not fully satisfied. “Who’s next? Hm? Nobody? Well fine then, I guess I’ll have to do it myself.” 

The gigantic brat grabbed a handful of Bowser’s minions, and subjected them to the many places his body offered. Some became bellybutton lint, others got the armpit treatment, and some unlucky bastards got to slide down his shell all the way into the crevices of his eternally stinking buttcrack along with Bowser, who still was enjoying it. 

“No, please, Junior! Don’t do this!” One koopa pleaded, only for him to get lodged between Junior’s fat-folds. Soon everyone was as obedient as ever. Bringing him anything from a chocolate sundae the size of a car to a 30 ft sub sandwich. But it wasn’t until a few weeks later when all this eating took a toll…

The feeling of Junior’s stomach about to rupture couldn’t be avoided, but it was like it couldn’t, no matter how much his tendons strained, he simply couldn’t burst. Coupled with the fact that all the butter lubed his throat, making him unable to choke, and the fact that he was a heartless being, Junior couldn’t die from this at all. But he didn’t know that. He just mindlessly ate his bonbons and ravioli. Untill…

*GRRRNNBRBRBBRBLBLRRRBLBLBLBLLRRMMMBRBRR*
“Ooooooooohhhhhhh, Daaaaaadddddyyyyyy!!!!!” “I think I’m gonna poop!!!!!!” 

But Bowser couldn’t hear his son’s cries for an evacuation. He was too fat for the toilet now, hell he couldn’t even leave the castle, he was so fat. But he needed to poop. Now. This put the entire squadron of goomabs, koopas, shy guys, podobos, and boos in a frenzy. Evacuation procedures were in order, the tot was about to let out a world-ending bowel storm. 

The 50-ft blob kept rumbling and gurgling, all that food he ate was kept stuffed inside his rectum, begging for escape, but it just wasn’t coming out… something was clogging his butthole. IT WAS DAD! Bowser’s dick was inside Junior’s ass, and he wouldn’t stop thrusting. 

“Nmf! Oooh, AAAHHH! Yeah! Fuck yeah, Junior! Your ass is so juicy! I could lose myself in it! Ooh, I think I feel a little spaghetti & meatballs in there, muahahahahaaaa!!” Bowser said, jubilantly. He couldn’t help but lust over his son’s gluttony. He loved the mushy, gooey feeling of plowing his son’s shitty rectum. 

“Daaaad! I gotta pooooop!!!!!” Junior cried out, but by then it was too late. Junior’s rectum had already given out long ago, but Bowser made short work of keeping it clogged. Until the shit started seeping from around his dick. It wasn’t long until the force caused Junior’s fecal matter to take charge. 

“Oh, shit!” Bowser yelled, snapping out of his hypnotic lust. 

A tsunami of rotten fudge nuked itself out of Bowser Junior’s anus, pushing his father into a sea of brown, sticky waste. Soon the shit kept piling up, Junior wanted to stop, but couldn’t. All the food Junior ate was making its way out of his system at an alarming rate. The brat’s ass was a never-ending fountain of feces. Bowser trudged his way through his son’s shit, planting a wet, sloppy kiss on his son’s nose. 

“Awww, son. I’m sorry I made you eat all that junk food. It wasn’t right. And I’m sorry for fucking you. You just looked so hot as a fat kid! I couldn’t help myself.” Bowser said. 

“I’m sorry too, papa. I love junk food, and thought I’d love it more if I had it every day. Sorry my butt sprung a leak, too.” 

“Oh yeah, that. Well, there’s nothing you can do. This castle was on its last day of rental, too.” 

“I love you, papa.” 

“I love you too, Junior.” 

As hours passed, the fecal matter in Junior’s colon dissipated, shrinking the tot down to his normal old self. Even the flab in his body was shat out, making for easy liposuction. The two walked away into the sunset, happily holding each other’s hand, as the poor saps who didn’t make it out all lay there twitching in the filth, some of them even being dead. 

“Hey, dad?” 

“Yeah, son?” 

*prrrft!* “My butt says it loves you too.” 

