“Whatchu got there, Bonnie?” Marceline floated backwards, ‘leaning’ on one of her hands as if she was laying on the couch, hovering next to Princess Bubblegum as the pinkette stood bent over a table, focused on something. Her vampire girlfriend had shaved her hair on the sides and tied the rest in a long ponytail that floated beneath her. She wore a red vest, open to show her black sports bra, paired with a pair of jeans shorts that were ripped at the legs and a pair of leather boots.
PB waved her hand at her girlfriend, “Hey, Marcy. Nothing much, just trying to make a new mixture.” She stood upright; the princess of the Candy Kingdom had her puffy pink hair tied in a ponytail as well, and wore a bright pink hoodie with form-fitting fuschia pants to match. Her golden crown rested atop her head, too, as always. Bubblegum turned to her girlfriend while dipping the bright blue contents of a vial into another vial, this one filled with a thick, red substance, “It’s something I’ve been thinking about in the past few days.”
“That’s cool.” Marceline rolled in the air and ‘laid’ down while crossing her pale arms under the chin, “And that would be…?”
The princess used a glass rod to stir the mixture, changing its color into a pure neon color, and pulled her head away just as it poofed a neon purple cloud. Sparks popped in the quickly dissipating cloud, much to Marcy’s delight. “A simple flavor enhancer.” she carefully poured the liquid into a large beaker, and watched it fill it up to the brim.
“Just that?” the vampire queen tilted her head in one hand, “A flavor enhancer?”
“Mhm.” PB nodded and picked up the beaker, “I mean, why not? All I eat here is candy, candy, and MORE candy.” she shrugged, “I want different flavors too. That’s why this concoction will help me taste other flavors whenever I eat candy. Like chicken. I don’t know what chicken tastes like, but Finn says it tastes good.” she paused, “He won’t stop talking about it sometimes. Now I’m REALLY curious.”
“And did you test it?” Marceline raised an eyebrow.
“Uh, no?” Bubblegum laughed, “Why would I? I used my brother’s candy juice to prevent any sorts of problems. And allergic reactions.”
“Uhhhh… okay!” the vampire queen shrugged, “I trust you.”
“In any case, I'll just take a little sip. That should be enough.” Princess Bubblegum brought the beaker to her lips and took a long sip from it. She soon put it down, “Mmmm.” she smacked her lips, “Sugary, but a bit salty.”
“Uh-huh.” Marcy lowered her feet to the floor, “And how do you feel?”
“Hmmm…” PB blinked, and moved her hand to her middle, “To tell you the truth, I feel a bit… b-bloated.” Grrrrgl, grrrroan! Her middle bubbled under her hoodie, and Bonnie covered her mouth, “Really, uuurrrrp! Really bloated…!”
Bwooooomph!
Her flat tummy ballooned like she had swallowed a watermelon, jutting out a good three feet. It wobbled down to her knees, sloshing loudly. Bubblegum gasped, holding her hands high, “O-okay, that’s probably an allergic reaction.”
“Oooooh, Peebs.” her vampiric girlfriend put her hands on her own cheeks, “You look pregnant with gumball babies, hehe.” she reached down to touch it, and furrowed her eyebrows, “Wait a sec.” she grabbed the hem of PB’s hoodie and yanked it up, much to Bubblegum’s embarrassment. Marcy’s black eyes shot wide, “Whoa. Peebs.” she slowly looked up at her girlfriend, “You look ripped!”
“I-I do?” Bubblegum looked confused, “But… how am I even…”
“You got ABS, babe.” she touched PB’s new gut, and the princess let out a soft gasp; there was DEFINITELY some tautness there, and she could feel Marcy’s fingers running through some… creases? It was an odd experience, feeling her own belly so bloated, and yet with such hardness on the outside. “And there’s more.” Marceline knocked on the bloated orb, “It’s hard as heck. Like really hard. Hehe, it’s like I’m touching a big ol’ boulder…” she ran her hands on the side of that hardened belly, “Whoa, you even got, like, side-abs here!”
“Stop touching me!” Bubblegum slapped her girlfriend’s hand away, her cheeks turning purple in embarrassment, “It feels… sensitive, down there.”
“Heh, alright.” the vampire raised her hands, eyes closed, “I won’t touch you.” then she raised an eyebrow, smirking, “Unless you want me to.”
“Ugh.” PB blushed harder, and looked away, “We’ll talk about that later…” her eyes went wide as her body shuddered. Her gut wobbled and bounced, sloshing loudly, “Wait, there’s something wrong.”
Poomf! Stretch!
The princess was yanked backwards by the hips, as a bright pink tail grew out of her bottom half. It slammed on the ground with a thud that shook the ground, and it stretched longer, growing immensely thick at the base, thicker than Bubblegum’s body, then thicker than Bubblegum was tall! It barely missed the leg of the table beside her and hit some equipment behind her.
Marceline stared on with her jaw dropped, and pointed at her girlfriend, “That’s definitely not an allergy.”
“I… I…” Bonnie stood frozen in place, “I don't think that's an allergy either.” She placed a hand on the thick base of the tail; it felt smooth and squishy to the touch, but the interior was firm, dense, like the appendage had nothing but muscles underneath. “This is probably from my brother’s candy juice.” she shuddered more; her shoulders were tense, and pushing wider, “Hoo, this, haah…” PB put both hands on her hardened gut. It sloshed and gurgled, and despite its hard muscles, it visibly rippled, “I better make an antidote. Fast.”
Gurgle, grrrroooaaaaan…
“...Bonnie?” Marceline raised an eyebrow. “Not to be rude, but… your butt.”
“...What?” PB asked, in a mix of embarrassment and apprehension, “What about my–” she reached back around to touch it, and jumped when she felt it suddenly expand. FWOOOMPH! Her buttocks and hips suddenly ballooned like deploying airbags, tearing her pants to shreds and hitting into the bottom of her tail with a meaty smack, raising her tail high enough to touch her back. Her enormous set of bright pink hips could fill a couch and bulge over the sides, and her fat ass would’ve bulged over the top and crushed the backrest. “Oh come ON!” she blurted, her face all purple now. She tried pulling her hoodie over her gut to cover her crotch to cover her strawberry-stamped panties, to no avail, with so much MASS on the way.
“W-well, if it helps…” Marceline's pale gray cheeks slowly reddened as she spoke, “I think you look… good, Peebs.” she then quickly waved her hands, “I-I mean, not to offend you, but I dig the big dragon bottom half, that butt and tail.” the vampire then whispered, “And that gut.”
“Really?” Bubblegum blinked, “W-well…” she shuddered again, and this time her arm began to jitter. When she held her hand up to her eye level it, in a swift motion- GROW!, swelled in size, darkening to a bright pink color. Claws popped out of her fingertips where nails would be, white at the tips and dark purple in the middle, like candy corns. PB’s jaw dropped, and she could only watch helplessly as the rest of her arm began to grow, first the forearm swelling immeasurably thick and weighing her down to the side, followed by a monster of a pink bicep bursting forth from her sleeve, and then an engorged, rippling triceps, and finally, her deltoid erupted enormously, jutting half a food to the side and eradicating her sweater’s sleeve completely. “Ehrm, Marcy…?” she raised her bulked-up arm, watching the muscles jiggle. “I may need your help with an antidote.”
Without question, Marceline got to the table, “Alright, what’s the formula thingy?”
The vampiress’ pointy ears twitched as she heard a deep groan, one that oddly made her excited.
Grrrrroooooooooaaaaannn…
“Ehrmph, the, hnngh…” Crrrrk, RIP! PB’s other arm swelled, starting at the elbow and ending on her hand growing huge. Her bloated yet chiseled gut churned like she had drank gallons of soda, and its hard surface bubbled and rippled like so, “The, UGH! The…”
“The…?” Marceline asked worriedly. “C’mon, Peebs, you can do it!”
“Hard… to focus.” PB’s sneakers stretched out and bulged above, before large draconic toes ripped out, snapping the laces and tearing the refined jelly tissue that made the sneakers. “Everything’s… shaking!” Princess Bubblegum stood there, shuddering, her bubbling stomach bouncing on her thighs, her chunky muscular arms dropped to the sides and her fat tail sweeping on the floor. She perked up and shuddered, her gut rumbling, then stopped and seemed to relax. She shuddered again, perking taller, her entire bright pink body seemed to expand, before she stopped and shrank back down. And then PB perked even taller, and her muscles, belly and curves seemed to expand even more, and…
…BROOOOOOMPH!
Her whole self surged in size, doubling, tripling upwards, her head banging on the ceiling! Her hoodie, as baggy and stretchy as it was, was pushed towards her chest by her swelling gut and got firmly stretched over her bust- whose round, petite forms BWOMPH’d tremendously. Their soft pink masses bulged out of the hoodie’s neck and stretched it thin, swallowing it up from below. PB’s ballooning rear end destroyed her purple pants and snapped her undies, making it rain shreds on the hardened candy floor. Her pinkhead sank below the line of her muscular traps and just as she thought she’d be stuck there, the princess’ neck hardened and swelled, growing into a muscular neck that kept her cute head elevated. She made a funny face, “Itchy, itchy nose!” she tried reaching it with her candy corn claws, but then…
Her mouth shot out into a snout. Her entire face warped into that of a dragon, followed by sharp teeth poking out of her shut lips. A striped red and white spike sprouted out from between her nostrils, and more popped up in a file, going up her forehead, behind the crown, and down her back, growing longer and longer. Her head yanked to the side as a striped horn sprouted, short and stubby at first before it grew longer and longer, backswept in form. And then the other sprouted on her other temple. The spikes reached her tail, now shorter than the ones on her broad back, and kept going down the tail’s thick length until a mean-looking mace of candy spikes sprouted at the tip, these ones being pink in color. When that was done, Princess Bubblegum’s front wobbled like jelly and smooth soft pink scales spread from the front of the neck down to her impressive gut, and to the underside of her tail. And then, her ‘ears’ unfolded into fan-shaped fins.
And there she stood, now a massive candy dragon, her fattened curves heaving up and down. Her ponytail had become undone, and her bright pink hair covered the top of her muscular shoulders and part of her muscular upper back.
Needless to say, Marceline was in awe, staring up at her girlfriend with her mouth agape. “Wow. Babe.” she pointed at her with both index fingers, “You’re rocking it with the dragon look.”
“...” the princess’ cheeks turned purple, “Really? I-I mean!” she harrumphed, bringing a big scaly hand to her snout, “Never the matter! We need to find a cure for…” she motioned to her whole body, “this.”
The Vampire Queen rubbed her chin, tilted her head to the side, then to the other. “Okay. But hear me out.” she put her hand on the equipment on the table, staring at her girlfriend with a deadpan expression, and shoved it off the edge. Beakers, flasks, test tubes, they crashed on the floor in a shattering cacophony, spilling their contents on the floor.
“Marcy…!” PB huffed in disapproval, “It’ll take DAYS to find a cure now!”
“Seems like a win to me.” Marceline shrugged, chuckling. “Besides,” she held the beaker still containing the bubbling concoction that turned PB, “we still got this.”
“I am NOT drinking that!” the princess stomped, sending jiggles up her curves and cracking a hole on the ground, “Ack!”
“See, how can you not like that?” the vampiress motioned to the cracked floor, “Look at yourself, you’re jaaaaaaacked.” Marcy crab-flexed with her skinny arms.
“I mean, uhm…” she stammered, but shook her head, “Ugh! Nevermind. We’ll talk about this later.” her middle rippled as it growled deeply, and PB rubbed it with her big hands, “Golly, I’m starving…”
“Princess? Princess!” two banana guards came running, spears in hand. “We heard a lot of noise…” they both looked up and let out high-pitched squeals of fear, dropping their spears.
“Calm down! It’s me, the princess!” she held her clawed hands up, “Don’t worry, this is just temporary.”
And just like that, they calmed down, “Whew! You got us there for a moment, princess.” one said. “Yeah! Is that a new costume or something?” the other asked.
“No it’s not. It’s…” PB stared them down, “It’s… ah… well…” she blinked, and her eyes changed, gaining a pink sheen, “It’s nothing. Say, could you get closer, please…?”
“Sure!” the two stepped forward, “Like this?”
At the same time, Marceline held the beaker to her eye level, “Hey, what if I…” “GULPMPH!” She looked up and gasped, “Oh crud, Peebs!”
While the vampiress wasn’t looking, the dragonfied princess had crammed one of the guards into her jaws, while holding her bulky scaly arm around the other to muffled his screams into her bulk.
“Peebs!” Marceline floated up to her girlfriend’s head, “Hey, let him go! I know candy people are edible and all, but… oh.” PB swallowed the guard whole, the huge bulge traveling down her muscular neck. “Nnnnevermiiiiind…” Marceline slowly floated backwards, and turned away before PB began to scarf down the second guard. Marcy had her hands clasped together as she overheard the princess swallow her meal, “...Why am I finding this hot?”
“ULP!” when she was done, Bubblegum’s belly had stretched to occupy both guards, her abs stretching wider too. “Oh… oooooh…” PB drooled. The guards would not last long inside her. Princess Bubblegum was, after all, the current incarnation of the Candy Elemental, and soon enough the guards were absorbed into her frame. And thus she rose taller, her muscles pumping from her calves to her traps, PB’s own curves and gut bumping a size bigger, juicy pink hips swelling wide enough to fill the width of the kingdom’s front gate, and breasts five times the size of her draconic head. That gargantuan gut could fit enough of a feast for an entire entourage, so big it nigh touched the floor, yet it still was chiseled like it was carved out of the Rock Candy Mountains. PB groaned softly and her oddly large tongue lolled out of her snout, “Still hungry.” she covered a burp, “And that felt… right, almost.”
“Right?” the vampiress hovered a few feet higher ‘til she was eye to eye with her lover, “What do you mean, right? Like, a natural thing or something?”
“...Uhhh…” Bubblegum flushed, “Yes…?” Her core quaked, rumbling in hunger, “A-anyway, I… I will work on the antidote after I…” she glanced at the lab’s door, “after I do some… testing… in this form.” Bloom, bwomb, slosh. She waddle-stomped towards the exit, and Marceline got a good view of her huge caboose, her fat derriere, her humongous ass. It wobbled and rippled and even quaked at every thudding step, every move, so much inertia causing those cheeks to clap. Thwack. Clap. Thwack. An asscheek alone was bigger than Marcy was tall.
And goodness, the vampiress was driven up the wall by those cheeks. She couldn’t take her eyes off those hypnotic fat buttocks, seeing them sway heavily back and forth, to and fro.
It was only when PB crashed through the door that Marceline snapped out of it. And heard the other banana guards screaming, followed by the sounds of her girlfriend swallowing them too. She floated there, silent, thinking about how big the princess had grown and how juicy her curves looked. Maybe she could snap her out of this. Maybe she could figure out an antidote by herself. Maybe-
“I gotta join her!” Marceline slapped her hands on her cheeks. She hovered back to the table; the beaker was still there. She scooped it up and eagerly took a gulp, and set the half empty beaker down. “Haaah… it’s actually tasty.” she smacked her lips, “I wonder how long it’ll ta-” she shuddered.
BA-BOOOOOOOM!
And soon enough the vampiress was yanked backwards by the force of her explosively expanding asscheeks as they burst out of their jeans prison. Her striped black and red panties lasted for but a second, first hitching between the swelling moons, then snapping apart. Two blue-gray walls of deliciously rippling buttocks loomed over her back and her hips were six feet across, and Marcy was forced to grab on the table so she wouldn’t fall over from the sheer weight of her vampiric caboose.
“....Ooookaaaay…” she slowly smirked, “I’m digging it already.” she spread her legs apart; my, even her thighs were HUGE. “Now when does the… ow. Ow!” Marcy winced as she felt her head yanking to a side, then to the other. A pair of pale horns grew out of her temples, and grew upwards before curling inwards like the crooked branches of an ancient tree. “That was weird.” she scratched the base of a horn. “It felt like… l-like…” she shuddered. Her black eyes slowly stretched into ghastly green slits, and Marceline let out a grunt as she lowered her face into her hands. “Hnnnngh…!” Her skinny back twitched, then, in a deep meat groan, her back traps erupted upwards.
Grrrroooooaaaaaan…!
Marcy’s back swelled and hulked. Her vest held on for dear life, rapidly stretching thin… ‘til it burst along with her sports bra, leaving the rising mountain of a back bare. “Hmhmhm… hehehehehe…” Marcy pulled her hands away from her face -now having turned into a snout just like PB-, giggling softly, then cackling in full, “Hahahahahahahaha!” Two large bulges pushed out of her upper back… and out burst her wings, jagged and black as her hair, smashing the light on the ceiling and darkening the room. Her ponytail grew even longer, reaching down her cushiony asscheeks, and…
“Miss Marceline, Miss Marceline!” Peppermint Butler came running down the corridor, before skidding to a stop in front of the broken door, “It’s a disaster! The Princess became a dragon!”
There was silence for a few worrying seconds. Until Marceline made herself heard, with a deep, snarly voice, “Oh. I know.”
It was then that he saw what was inside the lab, and the butler brought his hands to his mouth in a gasp, “Oh no-”
Suddenly a massive clawed hand grew out of the hole and grabbed Peppermint in its thick fingers. “HURK!” and he was yanked inside. A sound of something being swallowed whole was heard, before a pair of blue-gray boobs smashed their way out of the lab, followed by a huge head covered by hair. A pair of ghastly green lights glowed from behind the curtain of black, and there was a deep laugh as Marceline bulldozed her way through.
By the time she had reached the entrance of the castle, Princess Bubblegum had gorged on enough banana guards to grow three times her size. The inconspicuous sounds of her thudding footsteps were already a giveaway of impending doom to the frightened castle dwellers, but it was also accompanied by the clapping of her cheeks under her fat tail. Her boulder of a gut allowed her to smash through the ever so shrinking doorways and corridors, and her flopping bright pink tits cushioned any impact on a wall that was too high.
“Please don’t run!” the princess impatiently huffed and puffed as she stomped-ran after the running guards, “You don’t understand! It’s for an experiment!” Despite her sheer girth and size, the princess was fast approaching the group, even if they had an advantage beforehand.
“But- But Princess!” a guard dared to speak back, “We don’t want to be eaten- GYAAAAH!”
The moment he looked back he saw the dragonfied Bubblegum hop ahead, arms stretched out, and grabbed them the moment she made contact with the castle floor.
KABOOOOOM!
Candy tiles and chocolate mortar were thrown skywards and a big crater was caved in the middle of the castle’s entry hall. Bubblegum’s asscheeks quaked and bounced for several seconds from the impact, then jiggled more once the princess raised her monstrous head. She gave the guards in her hands a judgemental frown.
“Uh, ahm, hey, Princess…” a guard held his hands high in surrender, “I know you’re hungry, but… can we be spared?”
“No!” she said, not even a second after he asked, “Now get in my belly! Aaaaaah…” she opened her cavernous jaws, and crammed all six of them within, “Omnomonomonom…” she swallowed hard, a ball sliding down her strong neck, and it dropped in the gut below.
As she got up and stomped towards the exit, PB kept growing from the absorbed mass…
Grow, groooow, grooooooooow…!!!
There was silence for a moment, outside of the castle.
…CRAAAAASH!
Muscled gut came through first in a smoke of sugar dust, followed by a pair of colossal tits, then Bubblegum’s head. Her sashaying hips and quaking ass came last, smashing through the broken wall and making it wider still, before her swaying fat tail came swatting through, breaking more sugary bricks off the walls.
The people of the Candy Kingdom cowered beneath the shadow of their gigantic and engorged ruler. Even with so much CURVE, she still had rippling muscles under her bright pink scales, with her ginormous biceps squishing into her monstrous breasts and her triceps grinding into her swollen lats. If it weren’t for her chiseled gut, PB would’ve been considered the curviest, most swole muscle model.
Princess Bubblegum heaved, staring down at her subjects from behind the valley of her own tits. She blinked, “...Hmmmm…” she rubbed her chin, patting the side of her gut, “Now this is cumbersome. Growing feels really great, and I kinda want to keep going, but…”
The Candy People looked at each other in concern, before a sheepish marshmallow person stepped up, “You… you’re not going to eat the entire kingdom, are you, princess?”
“Hmmmm…” PB stared blankly.
“Y-you’re going to stop, right?”
“Sssh.” Bubblegum put her finger to her lips, “I’m thinking about it.”
She opened her mouth to announce a decision, but was interrupted by a loud crash that echoed all around as the side of the castle burst open.
“Wahahahaha!” the bellowing voice of Marceline shook PB to the core; it was kind of… hot. Out of the sugar smoke and candy rubble, the enormous dragonfied vampiress stepped forth. She was like PB in terms of physique, except she had no gut so to speak. No, she had a firm, chiseled eight-pack under those juicy bouncy tits. She stomped forward with spunk, the force of her footsteps sending frenetic jiggles across her juicy curves, so much her own ginormous asscheeks were…
CLAP, THWACK, CLAP, SMACK
Not only was it loud, it sent earthquakes around Marcy and the shockwaves caused nearby buildings to rattle and crumble. She tossed her overflowing midnight black hair, which remained tied in a ponytail, and struck a pose, putting an arm behind the head and one on the hip. “How do I look, Peebs?” her long yet equally thick whipped in the air, its sharp white spines whistling through the air and the tip cracking.
“O-oh…” PB was taken aback, in a good way; her girlfriend looked absolutely gorgeous. Those huge, bare boobs, those juicy thighs, and golly, that enormous ass… it looked perfect. And she found herself wanting to touch it. “You… drank the potion too?”
“Hah, why wouldn’t I?” Marceline wiggled her eyebrows, “Being a dragon is awesome. Although…” she pointed a vicious claw at her abs, “I’m really hungry.” she scratched her mane, “Sorry if I ate your butler.”
“Oh.” PB blinked, “Ah well. I can fix that later.”
“...Soooo…” the vampiress dragoness glanced to the side, “Whaaaaat do you want to do? I know you want to keep eating, and I want to keep eating, but should we… you know…” she motioned around with a clawed hand.
“…” the princess thought for a moment, and frowned, “My kingdom shouldn’t be treated as a banquet. Even if it looks like one.”
“Thank you, princess!” a high-pitched voice spoke from below.
“But there must be a way to make us less hungry.” she rubbed her chin.
It was then that Marcy’s green eyes lit up. “...Hey, didn’t your jerk of an uncle have a place…”
“What is the meaning of all this ruckus?!” Gumbald ran down the dark chocolate corridor in a hurry. The place shook like the world was going to end. And he heard… clapping? In the distance.
“Lord Gumbald, Lord Gumbald, Lord Gumbald!” a cake person came running in his direction before joining the run, “It’s awful! A disaster! A catastrophe!”
“What is it? Spill the jelly beans, man!” the caped gum man said, almost begging.
“It’s horrible! We first thought it was two monsters, so we prepared the tanks!” the servant explained under his breath as they exited the castle. Now the ruler of Gumbaldia could hear it, the rumbling, the clapping, the… laughing? In the distance, a cloud of dust covered whatever was happening. The cake servant cowered next to him, “Turns out it’s much, much worse.”
The uncle of Princess Bubblegum widened his eyes and looked down at him.
The meek servant in turn looked up at him, “It’s… your niece.”
Gumbald felt his own body freeze in shock. And he might as well have become ice itself once he saw two towering figures emerge from the cloud: His niece, Princess Bubblegum, her huge gut crashing into the buildings of Gumbaldia, whilst her wide ass crashed into any buildings next to her and her long fat tail swatted any armored candy tanks or planes behind her. And next to her, her girlfriend Marceline stomped into the streets with her clawed foot paw, letting out a roaring, boisterous laugh, “Hohohoho!” She cocked her titanic hips to the side and thrusted her ass to the side. KA-THWACK! The building next to her was blasted to smithereens, on top of the megaton clap sending a devastating shockwave that broke any windows in the vicinity and crumbled any standing ruins. The two titanesses were easily a bust taller than the buildings of Gumbaldia, though their booties -and PB’s gut- were far wider than the streets. Behind them there was a trail of destruction and half-eaten buildings.
“What kind of madness is this?!” Gumbald grabbed his own head, “Am I dreaming? Is this a nightmare? Someone pinch me!”
The cake servant pinched his arm.
“Ow!” he grimaced, “So it’s all real…”
“And there’s more, sir.” the servant pointed a trembling finger towards the two giantesses.
“Aaaaah… OMNOMNOMNOM!” PB crammed the top of a candy building into her maw, and snapped it in half before chewing and swallowing the upper half. Bwoomph… BOOOOM! She surged bigger and bigger still, her rolling hips growing closer to any nearby buildings, squishing on them before their swelling masses snapped their bottoms and sent them toppling backwards.
And the vampiress dragoness crouched and then lunged towards the army of cake people on all fours. “RAAAAAAWR!” she crashed on them, kicking up clouds of dust, and she leaned forward, consuming them as her blue-gray ass wobbled above her. “Nomph, nom, gulp, swallowed…” As she had her attention elsewhere, a battalion of cake soldiers had approached her from behind and shot at Marceline with their laser and candy weapons, in an attempt to do something, anything to stop those monsters. But that attempt proved to be futile, for it didn’t even put a scratch on Marcy’s smooth-scaly ass, and she was none the wiser about their attack. And to make things worse for them… she was growing from the consumed soldiers.
Bwoomph, BWOOOMPH, BWOOOOOOOMPH!
That ass mooned over them, blotting out the sun as the vampiress swelled bigger, and before they knew it… she decided to sit. She raised her immense body, having a mouthful of cake soldiers in her vampiric jaws, and the ones behind her barely had time to scream.
KABOOOOM!
Her ass rippled on impact for several seconds. After it was done jiggling, a squeaky voice came from beneath one of those moons: “Owie.” And thus Marceline swallowed, and her rear further ballooned, rolling over the squashed yet still very much alive soldiers. “Oooowieeeee…”
“If we don’t stop them…” Gumbald swallowed anxiously, “Gumbaldia will be no more.” He raised his fist, “We need all the firepower we can get! Release Grumbo, activate the Cake!” and both him and the servant ran back into the castle.
Minutes would pass, and the couple took their time devouring Gumbaldia, growing bigger all the while. Their busts could’ve easily rested atop the buildings before, but now they only came to Marcy’s abs and near the upper curve of PB’s chiseled abgut. But the princess was growing impatient; she really, really wanted to see her uncle. “Uncle Gummmmbaaaald…” she turned to the side, a hand over her eyes as she peered around the city in panic, and her tail swatted a billboard to pieces, “I’m here to see youuuuuu… can’t you welcome your niece for once?” she turned to the other side, and her tail smacked into a building.
“Mm, guess he’s in his evil lair over there.” Marceline pointed, while chewing on a building, at the pyramid-like cake castle, a little ways from where they were, “Why don’t we just go there and knock at his door?”
“That would be too easy.” she crossed her arms under her ginormous bust, “I want to see him drag his sorry butt out here first.”
“Eh, fair enough.” Marceline shrugged.
A loud screech echoed through the city, annoying the two girlfriends, and Gumbald made his voice heard, coming from his castle, “Princess Bubblegum! And… whoever you are.”
“Her girlfriend, helloooo?” Marceline glared at the castle’s direction.
“I don’t know what kind of madness possessed you both to cause such destruction. On top of ruining your figure like that. Ever thought about dieting?”
“Actually, uncle, this is all muscle.” she knocked on her gut, and it sounded like thunder, “Now come outside and answer for your crimes of treason!” she impatiently pointed a claw down to the ground.
“Ohohoho, do you think I’m that dumb? Oooooh no, princess… wait until you get a taste of my Grumbo’s hot fudge!” And after that declaration, the front gates of the castle burst open: A gigantic green monster came running on all fours, foaming fudge from the mouth. It stopped, and snarled wildly, snapping its long neck around. Then it charged forward at the couple. Its wild expression slowly changed as it drew closer, and closer… until it began to slow down as it dawned on the beast that it barely reached PB’s knees, let alone her engorged thighs.
The two titanesses blinked, looking down at the Grumbo, then they exchanged looks. PB shrugged and turned back to the tiny beast, “Okay then.” her powerful tail snaked forward and swatted the green monster skywards. The poor Grumbo whined as it went high as the clouds, shrinking into a little dot, before it came falling back down… straight into PB’s awaiting jaws.
“OMPH! Hurk!” the vampiress grimaced with her stuffed cheeks, and thus she forced the enormous snack down in a hefty, laborious, “GUUUUULP!” an enormous bulge shot down her neck and into her stomach. Her chiseled abs were pushed forward for a moment, yanking Marcy forward, before she was yanked back by a quick yet STRONG spurt on her booty. BWOMPH! In the fight for curve supremacy, her ass had won over her boobs by a landslide, now thrice as wide as her broad muscular shoulders. Marcy checked herself out and patted her ass, delivering a hefty smack that sent that all-covering mountain of an ass quivering endlessly. “Straaaight to the hips.” she cocked said hips, a hand on the waist, the other hanging freely, “Your turn, king of the crumb.”
“Uh, well, uh, that was j-just a size miscalculation!” Gumbald stammered, “I still got an ace up my sleeve! Behold, my unreasonably bad boy battle automaton! The Cake!” the castle trembled, and much like the blast doors of a heavily armored ship, its front slowly opened. The huge, wedding cake-like mecha stomped out of the fortification, wielding a candle in one hand and a durian fruit-like mace on the other. It marched towards the couple, raising its candle and readying it to fire-
Marceline swatted it away with her tail. The mecha turned its head, then looked back at the two and raised its mace. Marceline swatted it too. The mecha looked in that direction, then looked up at the two: The two giantesses loomed over him by three heads. Judging by their smirks of superiority, combat was but eminent. “Ehrm…” Gumbald spoke through the mecha’s megaphone. He made his invention hold its arms high, “Truce?”
The vampiress dragoness scoffed, and looked back at her girlfriend, “Hey Peebs, I got an idea. Follow my lead.” “Huh? Oh, okay.”
The two giantesses stepped to the sides of the Cake, their curves quivering and jiggling. Gumbald looked from one to the other, “Wait… what are you two doing?”
Marceline turned sideways to the giant robot, and signaled to PB, “Remember that dance I taught you?”
“What… dance?” her cheeks slowly purpled as she remembered, “Ooooh.” and then smirked, “I know what you mean.” the princess slapped her hands on her fat hips, and cocked her hips away. Her girlfriend did the same, in the opposite direction.
Gumbald looked from one side, looked at the other, and then stared straight ahead.
KER-BLOOOOMB!
Those gargantuan hips and asscheeks smashed into the mecha, crushing its heavily armored body. Glob, their buttocks were so huge they touched each other from that angle. The duo pulled their mighty hips away, showing that the Cake’s body, built to sustain the most devastating attacks, had its dress-like cake armor bent inwards in jagged concave curves. Its right arm was bent inwards and its left forearm was bent against its forearm, the hand dangling in a permanent waving pose. The head of the Cake tilted back and forth, and Gumbald pleaded for his life, “U-uh truce? I asked for a truce! Parlay!”
BA-BLOOOOMB!
The armor was flattened further. Its left hand popped out of the socket and its head bent in the opposite side. When the two pulled away again, the knees of the Cake were pushing into each other as it struggled to keep standing, while its whole body was crushed thin. Now Marceline turned her ripped back to the robot, and she widened her stance whilst crouching down, then raised her twin moons high. PB did the same, slapping her hands on her knees and bumping her gut on the ground. They bucked their hips… “Please, Princess! Stop it! I’m your uncle-”
WHAAAAAAM!
Now the mecha was sandwiched from the neck down in blue-gray and bright pink asscheeks, squished between four moons. The couple grinned from ear to ear, and pressed harder. The machine creaked painfully; its head stuck higher from between the huge badonks, and higher, as if it was about to-
POP
Its head was launched high in the sky. Gumbald screamed at the top of his lungs on the rise, paused to cough for a moment, and then continued to scream on the fall of the Cake’s head. He still screamed even as the head landed safely in PB’s large hand. She casually dug her talons into the head and ripped its top off like she was opening a can, then picked the tiny her treacherous uncle between her thick scaly thumb and pointer fingers.
“Hi, uncle.” she sneered.
“A-ah…” He cowered. When she was this close, her voice was louder, maybe an octave deeper yet still very much feminine.
“So.” PB raised her head, high and mighty, “Looks like your little city-state is done for.” she shook him from side to side, “I got its leader riiiight here.”
“Puh!” he gasped, “Please, Princess Bubblegum.” he put his hands together, “Please, let me go! I swear I’ll make peace with the Candy Kingdom!”
“Make peace?” PB scoffed at his face, “After… how many times did you break your word?”
“More than a handful, I’d say.” Marceline shrugged.
“Exactly!” she motioned to her girlfriend, “No, uncle. There WON’T be any truce, or parlay. Actually, I got the perfect punishment for you…”
Gumbald sweated coldly. He dreaded her response as he quiveringly asked, “W… what kind of punishment?”
Princess Bubblegum waddle-stomped towards a lower building, low enough that she could use it as a seat, and set him down on the roof. Gumbald stood up, dusting his cape for a moment and thinking of a means to escape, when the sky darkened. He looked up, and his eyes shot wide when he saw two pink moons crashing down upon him. Time seemed to slow down; those cheeks rippled in the air like thick jello, filling his point of view until everything was pink. It felt like an eternity as those cheeks descended, a terrifyingly long time, and Gumbald said his prayers to the powers of candy that be-
THOOOOOOOOM!
He was flattened. The building was flattened. The surroundings were flattened and caved into a crater, in a massive impact that could split mountains. The city shuddered and a shockwave crossed a vast circular area of five miles from the impact epicenter, the very ground rising then falling as if it had turned into water. When the dust cleared, PB’s brobdingnagian ass was still wobbling, rising up and down as if she rested upon a pair of waterbeds.
Marceline approached her girlfriend, chuckling. “Wow, Peebs. That was really hot.” she clapped her hands, “You should do that more- oh. OH!”
THOOM, SLAM, CRASH, THUMP!
PB’s megaton ass kept on jiggling as she kept slamming it down on the crater. She had an angry look in the eye, a mean grin on her lips. “Stupid, stupid, stupid uncle!” she snarled between slams, “Stupid! I’ve had enough of your treacherous plans and your stupid Dum Dum juice!” THUMP, SLAM, THWACK! “This is for 800 years ago! This is for ruining Finn’s 17th birthday! And this is…” she kept on going, causing earthquakes all around.
“...” the Vampire Queen put her hands together, her green eyes following those lusciously thick fat buttocks. Up, down, up, down, “...Youuuu keep venting your anger over there.” Marceline slowly sat down on a tall pile of rubble, crossing her draconic legs, “I’ll just… sit back over here.” she slowly smiled as she watched PB go.
After a while of hefty pounding, PB got tired and finally stood up. In the deepest part of the butt-shaped crater, there laid glued a person-shaped smear of pink. A smear that opened its eyes. “Oh… ooooooh…” Gumbald groaned in pain, “Everything hurts… ow!” PB pinched the Gumbald smear and peeled him off the ground.
“I’m not done yet.” she glared daggers into him.
“Ooough, princess…” her uncle raised a flattened hand up, “I give up. I really do mean it. Just let me go and banish me…”
“Oh, I WILL banish you.” PB licked her lips, “I’ll banish you into my GUT. From gum you came, to gum you shall return!” and she opened her jaws, “Aaaaaah…”
Gumbald’s eyes shot wide. “Wait. Waitwaitwait. Bubblegum, stop! You can’t do this to-”
Gulp
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Nothing but flattened ruins and craters remained of Gumbaldia. The population was either devoured or managed to run away. The castle of Gumbald was a wreck; the square shape on the ground was the only sign it had ever existed. On the mountains that surrounded the castle a colossal Princess Bubblegum laid her head, next to her dear lover Marceline. Their breasts and stomachs rose and fell as they breathed, relaxing after the massive banquet that they had after Gumbald met his untimely end. Both had grown so much bigger, having eaten so much that even Marceline’s abs had gotten a bit of an abgut.
“Haaah…” the Vampire Queen sighed, “Still pretty full. Heh, feels great to eat other stuff that isn’t just red.” She rubbed her sausage thumb on PB’s hand, “So, what’s the plan now?”
“Hnnngh… UUUURRRRRP!” the princess let out an unladylike burp, and laid her head back down, “I really don’t know. Maybe turn back to normal…? …Nah.” she patted her gut, “I think I like this new me.”
“Can’t say I disagree.” Marcy nudged her, “I also like this new me.”
“Maybe we could reach a middle ground?” PB turned her head to Marcy, “Like, you know, limiters to our real sizes so we can move around without breaking stuff.”
“That’s a cool idea, actually.” she too looked at PB, “Wanna do it now?”
“Nah.” PB looked up, at the clouds, “Maybe later.”
“Yeah.” Marceline nodded, and she too looked up at the sky, “Maybe later.”