Voretober 2022 - STAR

Being a king was boring sometimes. Lord Bowser, King of the Koopas, knew this very well. But today wasn’t a day for carting, partying, or some sport. So he was just sitting on his throne. Even his kids were away, doing something else. He was strongly considering trying to snatch Princess Peach for the entertainment it’d bring, if nothing else. Before he could plot something out, a koopa suddenly burst open the doors to his throne room. “YOUR MAJESTY! S-Sorry to disturb you, but someone strange is requesting an audience!”

Bowser huffed, flames escaping the side of his mouth while he sat upright. “And you think it’s best this stranger is given free access to me, your king, at the very center of my castle?”

The koopa stammered in place, shaking in his very shell. Bowser relaxed and sighed. “It’s fine, I’m bored anyway. Send ‘em in.”

The koopa nodded and then promptly turned around to tell his guest. Then, in walked... you. You weren’t sure exactly how you got to this world. It was recognizable, of course, though you weren't from it. No, to you, this world was fictional. But it all seemed pretty real right now. And more importantly, you were just starstruck to see everything! For some reason you didn’t wake up in the Mushroom Kingdom, but you didn’t mind seeing Bowser at all.

You cheerfully walk down the massive hallway and greet Bowser. He snorts, you can’t tell if he’s amused or annoyed by you. “Who are you?” He asks. “Don’t you know who I am?” You nod and say you know he’s the great Bowser, enemy of Mario, so on and so forth. Not wanting to explain to him his own fictional existence, you instead simply describe yourself as a visitor from another world.

“Hmph. You’re not the first ‘otherworldly visitor’ to stroll into my throne room. What do you want?” You’re close now and you get closer, coming face to face with him. He maintains composure, as you’re not exactly coming off as threatening, just strange. You’re smaller than him and you can feel his heat practically radiating off of him. Your stomach growls as you explain to him that you always wanted to try this.

You give him a peck on the snout. He’s taken aback, flustered, but then you stretch your mouth around the rest of his muzzle. His expression shifts to that of fury, but he can’t open his mouth enough to yell or breathe flames down your throat. You inch forward, taking in some more so you can’t see his eyes anymore. But you can still tell he’s angry by how he tries to swipe at you. Fortunately for you but not so for him, you manage to snag his arms and shove them in your mouth next to the rest of him.

Continuing to creep along, you can’t help but enjoy how tasty he is. You were mostly just excited to eat such a big guy, even if he was supposed to be the big bad here. Gulp. You eventually get around up and around his horns, surprisingly a non-issue for how sharp they look. His head follows shortly afterwards, making for a cartoony and well-defined bulge within your throat. Now you start to work on his shell, while also getting that tasty underbelly of his.

This all takes a long time. It’s hard to say exactly how long, but within ten or so minutes the entire koopa king is in your belly. Except for his tail. You slurp that up quickly, sealing him inside. With a loud sigh of satisfaction, you take a seat on his throne. You finally get a good view of your belly, all squirmy and massive. His majesty makes a number of indentations from his various spikes, but other than that he’s a very well-behaved ball of meat.

Of course, there’s not much he can do with the way your stomach walls are holding him so tightly. It gurgles and groans all around him, already trying to work on him, though struggling due to the size. You can hear him roaring, even if you can’t understand what he’s saying. All of a sudden you feel something coming up and you let out a blast of flame which quickly turns into a smoky belch that echoes through the room.

The doors at the entrance open, and that same koopa troopa from earlier you considered eating opens the door. “Excuse me sire, but I thought I heard-- O-Oh my...” He stops as he sees you sitting with a humongous gut that could only be one person. “L-Lord Bowser!” He runs down the room to you, stopping only once he reaches you. Or rather, your belly. “Lord Bowser, are you... okay?”

He yells something muffled that neither one of you can understand. The koopa turns towards you and musters up all his courage to indignantly demand, “Let him go!” You threaten him in turn, saying he’ll be joining him if he doesn’t shut up. He promptly does. Then you ask him if he has a toothpick. You think some of his hair or scales are stuck in your teeth. He shakes his head. You suggest he should instead help massage away his former ruler.

“S-Sorry, Lord Bowser...” He says as he places his pointy little hands on your belly and starts to rub. Bowser himself roars again, causing another flame belch while your stomach gets a little more active. It seems to enjoy the extra help. You sure enjoy the feel of him helping out. That said, you weren’t entirely ruling out the idea of koopa dessert.

It takes an hour, or maybe more, but the two of you eventually get Lord Bowser down to a manageable size. Still a large, saggy belly, but half the size it was when you started. You thank the koopa troopa whose name you still haven’t bothered to learn. He bows nervously and takes a couple steps back. Something seems to burble in your gut and then you feel something massive come up. With a loud belch, Bowser’s shell and skull fly out of your mouth and sail right over the koopa onto the floor.

You casually wipe the spit off of your mouth, but the koopa seems more upset by the sight. His legs start shaking and he asks, “W-Why did you eat him? Was it revenge or something?” You just shrug. You were really hungry.