A steady pitter-patter approached the door of the Owl House's bathroom, trying to answer an urgent need as the clatter of claws rattled at the doorknob until it was enough to open it. Poor King Clawthrone- it seems his little demon gut wasn't enough for the steamy waste that was bound to force open his anus. "Yes! Okay, gogogogogo!" King spoke to himself hurriedly while he pushed the door open with his muzzle, moving his paws over his thick, fluffy ass that was almost bigger than himself. This was NOT what he intended when he desired to be bigger- and it seems the spell he inflicted on himself came with more consequences than the massive wobbling rear. King barely squeezed himself through the doorway, slamming the door shut behind him before Hooty could intrude on his business. He could NOT let anyone see him in this state. "Oh, beautiful throne," the tiny demon plained to the toilet, "I'm so sorry for what I must do to you." After lifting the lid, King latched to the toilet seat, pulling himself up- at the price of letting his control slip. BRRRMMMFFLPT! The sound of humility reverberated across the room and out into the halls. "N-No! Don't expose me, my bounteous buttocks! Nnnyeeeh..!" The desperate king grunted as he finally seated himself atop the white rim of the bowl with a firm "plap". Facing the toilet lid, he was not even given a chance to turn the other way before his ass took full charge. PRRFMFMFLPPPT! BWWRMRMMMFPLT! It was mere seconds before his stink overpowered the air freshener that initially held the atmosphere stable and breathable. "Oh man, do I reek!" King moved a paw to cover his nostrils, but with another bellowing gust of wind, he found himself enamored with his aroma. "Nnnh... I don't smell too bad, actually," he commented while his skull face went flushed. "Yes, my monstrous rear! Assert yourself! Mark the very air itself as territory of King Clawthorne!" His wish was his own command, seeing itself realized in moments as long, meaty blows exhaled from his hole. Sweat and shit clung to the rim of the seat, the air fogging as King moaned along with an extensive "PPPLRRRRWWWMRRRRMMMBBBPPPPFFFPMMMMBBLT!" "Aaaahhh... the sweet smell of unhygenic tyranny." But his reign was far from over- a rumble sounded from King's gut as he felt a tender, oiled presence prod at his pucker. His walls were like styrofoam against this devilish mass, and King knew he stood no chance at holding it in. "N- Nyeh... I... I can't hold it... My sweet throne, it looks like you'll be getting a paint job...!" With a slap of his ass, his trunk exploded into the toilet bowl like an avalanche plummeting into a lake. King shuddered at the force of his load fleeing his insides, as well as the splashes of the now brown-tinted toilet water between his furry cheeks. "C- c'mon... You can... contain it...!" King reassured the toilet between gasps of pleasure, but it was for naught. Shit pushed its way from between the bowl's rim and the seat, elevating the king further up on his throne as a meaty mudslide toppled onto the floor. SCHLLRRPFPFPMMBTPT! SSPPLRLRMPMBTBTPT! PWRRMFMFBLMTPT! King was struck with terror as he turned his head back, meeting eyes with the sludge across the floor that stood as a barracade between him and the door. "Oh geez, I'm in such big-" FFRRMMMRLPPBTBTBPT! A second wave had come, forming a mountainous chocolate ice cream swirl over the helpless toilet that had begun to burst at the seams. Attempts to flush were futile, King had learned when wet muddy cream surged through the top. "I gotta get off this thing!" Between fleeting farts and waste wedging from his anus, King somehow managed to successfully(?) scale down his work of art and position his posterior into his next victim- the tub. With a cute little squeal, King overpacked the tub with heaps of dough that splattered as they met the tub's floor. PLMPT! SQLMPFTP!! SBLRRPFPFPPTBT!!! And with what felt like an eternity, his defecation desperation had finally subsided. King, through pants and sweats, climbed back atop the delectable accumulation that marked what remained of the former toilet, using both paws to give his fat rump one last smack and shooting his last remnants of bitter buttcream to coat over the window. "Towering, intimidating, and comfy... THIS is a throne fit for a King," the little demon announced in self-appraisal.
He wouldn't be so triumphant when he'd have to clean it all up, though.