Expanding Nation

By Fern

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On a plot of land that is rarely adventured, a stone castle stares menacingly in the distance. Its harshness is as cold as the shade of grey of its stones. Four rooks stand in each corner while the fifth one in the middle stands the tallest. The flag on the top waves in the distance, colored red with the face of a Koopa on the front and back. In one of the stain-glass windows, a huge Koopa starts to stir in his sheets as he begins to wake up.

Inside his bedroom, Minh slides and sits at the edge of the bed. He smacks his mouth while scratching his bum. He stretches to the heavens while letting out a huge yawn. It bellows throughout the entire floor of the castle. Scratching through his long, brown, and wavy hair, he smacks his lips. He pats around at the end table as he looks for his specs. He snatches his glasses, placing them carefully at the end of his nose. He opens the drawer and pulls out a few bracelets, wearing one on his wrists and ankles. The spikes on them give a lustrous sheen, their base resting on thick ebony leather.

Minh looks toward the end table to see his meal is ready: a full English Breakfast, still warm. Snatching the plate, he quickly gobbles down every bit of egg, bacon, and pudding as he chugs down his juice like a fresh pint of beer. Wiping the juices of pig of his mouth, he stretches some more as he droops down on his feet. He gives his bum a scratch as he lets out another echoing yawn. He takes a look at the agenda posted on the wall: blank.

He snickers. The agenda is always blank. To him, every day is a day off.

Taking a few steps to his closet, Minh rummages into the various junk he has inside. There are hardly any clothes, but there are a lot of toys, boards, and costumes. Pulling out an air tank into his arms, he pats the sides as he nods. "HE" is painted on the side and the pressure gauge shows that it is unused. He sits down in the middle of his carpet while chewing and spitting out the cap at the end of the hose. Sliding the nozzle just past his tongue, he grips the valve as he turns it a quarter clockwise.

A gentle hiss soothes his ears. Minh giggles as he feels the cool, industrial air tickles down his throat. For a while, nothing seems to happen. A big gut like Minh's takes a while to feel the effects. Suddenly, a quick jolt presses against the inside of his stomach as it starts to rise. He gives himself a soft rub, enjoying the saggy folds slowly plumping out as a single perfect curve. The ridges of his underbelly lengthen with every stretch his belly gives.

Minh lies on his back, lying on his spikes on the floor. He pulls a pillow off from the bed as he places his head on it with his arms resting behind him. He closes his eyes with a smile forming around those puffy cheeks of his. The lulling sound of the uniform hiss causes him to doze on the spot, despite just getting a full-nights rest about an hour ago. His underbelly stretches wider as his gut continues to push up, making him feel quite light. His cock shivers a bit as it slowly arches back toward the bottom of his gut. He giggles a bit as he feels the spikes gently press into his belly. As the pressure gives some pleasurable stress that goes with the sexual tension, he smiles even more as he goes into a deeper level of sleep. His snores bellow throughout the castle as loud as the yawn he gave earlier.

Around the corner of the bedroom's door frame, a Koopa Troopa's muzzle slowly slides into the doorway. Eventually his eyes come across a slowly bloating Koopa that is sound asleep. He quietly tip-toes into the bedroom, even though he knows that no servant is allowed in Minh's bedroom unless he gives the order.

Of course, that doesn't matter to a Double Agent.

This Koopa works for a kingdom far across Minh's land. He comes from a town of Koopa Troopas under a different alignment. He is a part of the military in an effort to regain the land that Minh forcefully took from the other kingdom. The land in particular has lush soil that helps grow a cornucopia of fruits and greens that Minh desires so his servants cook more delicious meals. The agent smiles as he sees his opportunity to get the tyrant off their land and even gain a new castle for the kingdom!

He eyes the tank next to Minh, looking at the pressure gauze. The tank is nearly empty. Moving his gaze, he spots another tank in the closet that is left open. Seeing a few hoses on the ground, he nods in approval as his plan can be easily carried out. Walking into the closet, he snatches a hose...

Minh's eyes squint as he feels a sharp jolt in his belly. Blinking open his eyes, they suddenly open up wide as he notices that he can barely see over the horizon of his belly! Reacting fast, he tries to reach for the hose only to find that his arm is too bloated to bend far enough. They're so wide that there's no sign that his elbows ever existed.

Whimpering frantically, Minh tries to spit the hose out. Unfortunately, the blinding speeds of helium rushing in is just too much to fight against. Moreover, his cheeks are so bloated that they are pinning the hose between his scrunched-up lips, making it even more daunting to force out. Huffing through his nose, Minh tries to calm down despite the pressure making it hard to concentrate. He takes a gander of the situation.

Taking a closer look at his arms, Minh sees that they are a much more simplified shape. Rather than his arms being absorbed into his belly like other inflationists, they simply bloated to the point where they look like giant arms of a parade balloon only much stubbier. Barely wiggling his legs, he feels that they are roughly about the same: not sunk in, but a lot shorter. He finds them even more impossible to bend than his arms. He can't seem to bend them at all actually.

The triangular end of his tail has bloated out, making his tail more like a balloon snake than a lizard's tail. He finds it pretty easy to move despite its state, probably because of how light it is with all the helium and the multiple joints. It can't bend too far without making a sharp pain though. It feels like it might rip open at the bend let alone pull a muscle! The only feature that hasn't been bloated are the spikes along the tail. Minh whimpers at the thought of his tail accidentally puncturing his own body, so he leaves it alone for now.

Minh's shell is the most interesting feature. His back has stretched and rounded out so far that his shell has somehow grew along with it! The outer rim clutches on his back as if it's desperately trying to prevent itself from ripping apart at the seams. His spikes have been spread further apart, but are luckily no threat to his ever growing-thinner scales.

The Koopa balloon gulps hard. He can feel he's already so close to his limits. He gasps as he eyes the second hose attached to the tank. Creaking loudly, he tries to reach for it. He winces as his bicep feel like it's going to rip like a shirt at the seams. Just as he was about to reach it, the hose just brushes past his fingers. Blinking in confusion, he looks down and gasps. He's got so much helium inside that he's starting to hover! He continues to try to reach for that second hose, but now it's just out of his reach. If only he noticed it sooner...

The pressure gauze on top of the tank reflects off Minh's specs as he whimpers at the sight. There's still about half a tank left apparently thanks to the extra attachment and he feels like he's close to becoming a mess of shattered scales. The thought alone makes him panic as he hears himself creak, sounding more hollow every passing second. Out of sheer desperation, Minh tries to ignore the pressure as he tries to mentally chant a spell. It's difficult to concentrate when it feels like a billion needles are all poking against his stomach lining at such a sluggish speed that it's like one big climatic tease.

All the tension feels like as if a billion needles are pressing against the inside of his body, all evenly spaced like an organized inside-out pincushion. No longer able to grow bigger, his hardens like a tanning leather hide. Minh clutches his eyes, huffing out of his nose in hyperventilation. His heart beats rapidly. The creaks grow longer, shifting to high-pitched whines. Despite the growing pain, he continues to chant every word mentally, correcting himself whenever possible. He screws up more often as the helium inside him becomes unbearable. Floating up at least a foot off the ground, the air that surrounds his body even feels like a huge bother. It's as if hundreds of feathers are brushing against his body by the tip in long, teasing strokes.

The teasing ends as time suddenly shifts out of its slow daze. "HMFPH!?"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM! A shower of brown fur gently rains down as the hose snaps around like a rabid snake. A pair of glasses hits the floor with a clink, a nearly invisible stream of smoke emits from the lens.

"Bring him in," a voice booms. A Koopa Paratroopa General nods as he orders two of his troops to bring in the culprit. He is brought in by two Paratroopa Guards

"You think you were so clever to be walking around in uniform, hm? Unfortunately for you, it didn't take long for the guard you switched places with to blab. He's already been dealt with, so now you'll see how we deal with spies around here."

"I'll never talk," he says with a scowl, although it looks like he's holding back a snicker. "I've been trained by the best...pffft."

Minh leans back in his throne, the light from the stained windows giving him a bright sheen. He was able to save himself, but only by using a less complicated spell. No longer is he the huge muscle-gut tyrant, but rather he looks more like a comically bloated pool toy. Seams run down the sides of his limbs. His belly is the size of a humongous novelty beach ball. His chest fluff is a separate part of his body, having its own nozzle. Despite the lost of his mighty image and how much the spy's expression reminds him of that, he smirks at the spy.

"The 'best,'" Minh laughs with vigor. "I don't need to know anything about you. My own spies can get that information for me. I summoned you here because I want you to give a message: your people can have some of their food back."

"We're not taking any tribute fr--pffft--from you!"

Minh simply snaps his fingers as the two Paratroopa guards lift him up. At the double doors, four Koopa Troopas pull on a rope carrying a cart with a pile of fresh vegetables and meat as piled as high as the throne itself. It's all freshly cut into as small as pieces of ground beef. As the cart rests right beside Minh, he simply snatches a handful of food and replies, "no, I insist!"

On the last word, Minh stuffs the whole thing right in the agent's mouth! The spy tries to keep his beak closed, but Minh still has some strength left as he forces it wide open. He makes sure that the food doesn't go down his gullet, letting it keep his mouth open.

"Mfph-phffft," the spy tries to spit out the food, but to no avail. His muzzle is just simply too stuffed to allow any room to spit!

Minh only laughs at his puny attempts as he stuffs another handful in him, pushing almost all of the first pile down his throat. The spy can feel the whole thing push out his belly slightly, stretching the front of his shell.

"Who's funny-looking now," Minh exclaims. He continues to stuff the spy as quick as his puffy arms would let him. As fun and stress-reliving as this is, he isn't lying when he said that he will make the spy send a message.

"Sir, you may want to come to the battlements to see this."

The captain of the castle guard comes right up and blinks at the sight before him. There, floating in the sky, looked like some odd parody of kingdom's greatest enemy: Bowserminh.

Minh floats above the sky in his bloated and blimp-like state like before. His rubbery skin shines under the sun with a bright lustrous streak of his shell and spikes. The Toads stare in awe at his belly that is bigger than the width of their guard towers. His limbs are, once again, puffed into the size of poofy marshmallows. Despite how useless his limbs are, both hands are holding on to a piece of rope. The rope leads to the second thing they noticed about the huge blimp, it's holding a bloated Koopa Troopa!

The bloated spy whimpers as he feels how high up he's floating above the castle. His entire body sags downward from the gravity. It would be quite flabby too if the bottom of his shell didn't hold his gut in together. His shell, like Minh's, has stretched tightly to hold as much of his mid-section as it possibly can. The rope sinks into his tubby wrists, being held tightly in between the flabs of blubber. His tubby legs idly hang, swinging along in sync with the rope. They're almost as wide as a tree trunk, unable to help him stand let alone walk. His face is the most hilarious part to Minh. His cheeks are so bloated and flabby that they almost reach his shoulders. He has at least four chins, which have practically engulfed his neck. It's hard to tell which are his chins and which are flaps though.

The guards can't tell if the Koopa Troopa is one of theirs from their position, but they definitely know who the enemy is! "What are you all still staring at him for," bellows the Captain. "Fire at will!"

Several arrows shoot upward toward the vulnerable underbelly. However, to their surprise, the arrows just barely sink in and bounce right off! Minh giggles at all the arrows sinking in his belly, ticking his stretched skin. Minh isn't stupid; he won't just float over enemy territory without prepping with a few spells. With rubber that this thrice as thick as before, increased stretchiness, and able to control his own movements, it would take an arrow the size of a boulder to pop him! Unfortunately for the Guard Captain, the Toads are hesitant about using siege weapons if it might get sent back towards the castle!

Suddenly, the spy feels a sudden jerk toward the ground. "Oh dear," Minh teases. "All those arrows must be making me lose concentration on my grip~"

"From up here!? No, p-please!," begs the agent as he shakes his head. He stares at Minh with his eyes bulging with fear.

"Don't worry. Your fat ass will break the fall!" With that said, Minh lets go of the rope. With a huge amount of weight gone, Minh is able to float quickly into the clouds for cover.

The guards run down the battlements as they hear a huge scream. A few loud crashes and crumbles later, the noises settle. The guards just break into the Throne Room just in time to see the King astonished by the huge lard ass that has crushed both the King and Queen thrones.

"Just what is the meaning of this," exclaimed the King, thumping his scepter on the ground.

"It's good news, y-your Highness," the spy chuckles with an awkward blush. "I managed to get some of the food back from enemy lands..."

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2011 © Fern (Pen name.)