With the next twenty apple turnovers ready to go, the cherry-colored space mouse shoved the deep-fried treats into the gluttonous leopard's maw, this time more forcefully. Repeating the process a multitude of times, Clawroline managed to clear out the entire cart in less than two minutes! Her eating's only gotten faster, daresay even exceeding the pink puffs! "Heheh... That's all they had? This won't do at all. Let's see here..." Elfilin rubbed his furry chin as he floated up high, deciding on his next 'target'. What was normally a wonderland filled with thrills and entertainment, was a warzone for the delusional rodent. "So many choices... So little time... Ah, that place looks absolutely divine." His grin grew as he eyed a cotton candy stand in the distance.
Being Clawroline's navigator, the ecstatic space mouse lead the ravenous leopard to the aforementioned stand. Thankfully being cleared out from the start, the two approached the owner, another Awoofy, Elfilin going back to his usual chippy voice. "Hello there. We'll just have everything you got!" He said with a smile. The Awoofy simply tilted its head to the side. They seriously wanted to buy everything? With a few calculations later, the confused canine managed to use it's feet claws to write out the bill on a piece of paper, sliding it across the counter. "I don't think you understand. We weren't planning on paying with star coins." He said as Clawroline put a sharp claw to the poor canine's neck, causing it to tremble in fear at the sight of the leopard's mournful face.
Clawroline, previously being docile and civil was now looking vile and lethal. It was almost as if she was reverting back to her times in the days of ruin and calamity... Times when the world was a battlefield where every beast fought for scraps... "I think we have a better understanding now. How about you back off? Run along now." Elfilin gestured to the canine in an oddly sinister way as it dashed off as fast as its stubby feet could carry it. Something was definitely not right here! There was something in the space mouse that was provoking this behavior, and it was taking over! Though he was immensely enjoying the leopard's gluttony, deep down, he knew something wasn't quite right, but that feeling was buried deep in his desires. His desires to assist the leopard feast and... destroy? Yes! How could he not see this sooner!? Every morsel of food represents... something... He couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly it was, but he found excruciating pleasure from witnessing it.
Every plate tells a story. A story of war and fate that was controlled by the puppeteer, Clawroline. With every move she makes, the strings are pulled. Sacrifice was necessary! After all, it was just food! Just plain, scrumptious... harmless food? Surely it couldn't have any other sort of meaning. It was just a fun little game to observe until the puppeteer was satisfied. With him snapping back to reality, he froze up, reverting back to his usual self as he contemplated for a second. "W-What did I just..?" He said to himself before the voluptuous leopard brushed her tail in the mouse's face, fueling his desires back, full throttle. She once again took a seat on the ground, her vast ass providing her the perfect seat as she licked her lips seductively. Siliva was dripping down her face as she desired substance, causing the space mouse to respond immediately. "Oh dear. Sorry to keep you waiting, Ms. Clawroline. You look awfully famished. Why don't we... move on to the next battle?" He cheerfully said with a hint of maliciousness in his voice as he grabbed an assortment of different flavors of cotton candy, freeing them from their plastic cells and quickly shoving them into the unprepared leopard's maw with a greater force.
"Mrrmph?" Her eyes went wide, surprised at how dominant the tiny rodent was being, despite the size difference. Nevertheless, she happily obliged, beginning to inhale the sugar-filled floss. Elfilin responded by making more of it, pouring an absurd amount of different sugars into the mixer, and clumping a lovely-looking assortment of colors into one serving. "Eat! Eat it all! CONSUME!" He said as he somehow managed to instantly shove the entire thing down her throat in half a second. "Despite the fact that Elfilin literally force-fed her in a rough manner, Clawroline quickly brushed it off, not thinking of it as anything but excitement. After all, Elfilin was known for his peppy, upbeat personality.
The process continued as more of Wondaria was consumed. Popcorn and hot dog stands were relinquished, along with pretzels, deep-fried butter, pizza, burgers, riceballs, funnel cakes, actual cakes, ice cream, corn on the cob, caramel apples, and an assortment of meats. And as the warzone was devoured, Clawroline's waistline was expanding. Her belly became fuller and rounder as more and more treats were packed into it. Eventually, her belly grew so stuffed, that her mobility was declining. Elfilin was getting more and more pleasure from all this, and immobility WILL NOT get in his way. Heaving and hulling the ballooning leopard to each stand, he gave each of the owners a long, long 'break', claiming them to himself as he forcefully fed the leopard more and more food.
Clawroline's belly was at its limit. She wanted no more, but she was helpless. Utterly helpless and at the mercy of the tiny space mouse. Finally, the last of the stands was in sight. The queasy leopard's eyes sparked with hope as she was escorted to the counter, her blurred vision only being able to make out the vast, evening sky above her. "Last one already? Aww! That's a shame! It's okay though. We'll just have to target somewhere else tomorrow." Elfilin said as he scooted over a wooden crate to raise Clawroline's off the ground, resting at the bottom of what appeared to be a soda machine from what the leopard's blurred vision could see. "Don't think I don't know how packed you are. A little fizz would fix you right up!" Elfilin giggled as he positioned the leopard's head under the first dispenser, forcing open her maw, and holding the button to allow the fizzy liquid to enter.
One by one, Clawroline devoured each soda flavor to the last drop, guzzling down gallons of the stuff. Her body began to swell up like a water bed, bloating and bulging with fluids as she soon reached obscene levels of growth. Her belly swelled up multiple feet in front of her, and her breasts dragged well across the floor, along with her massive thighs and ass becoming giant spheres of jiggly mass. Her paws sunk into her equally bloated arms, buried under multiple layers of flab. Finally, her face grew vast and wide. Her cheeks grew to the size of her previous breasts, causing her face to scrunch up, muffling her speech. With the last of the drinks guzzled down, there laid an immobile water bed of a leopard, the size of the stands themselves.
Oddly enough, she felt... good? With so much fizz in her, her body was churning and rippling with a sea of flab as she felt pleasure with every movement. The wind blew against her ballooned body, causing the leopard to moan in deep pleasure as a faint smile crept on her face. "M-MrrHilp!" With a major case of the hiccups, the slight motions it caused only pleased the feline more. It was an endless cycle! With Elfilin playing with and worshipping her body, he eventually made his way to her bloated face. "This effect is only temporary, so you'd better enjoy being a bloated bounce house tonight while it lasts." He cheerfully said. "Hilp! Hic! M-MrrHilp!" Responded a fainting Clawroline as she fell into a deep sleep, Elfilin making a blanket for himself out of Clawroline's temporary flab.
Later in the night, Elfilin finally regained his senses temporarily. As he laid in a sea of white, furry flab, he wondered to himself why his behavior was the way it was today. What were those thoughts about a warzone or a puppeteer? As he put more thought into it, he soon came to a horrible revelation. Could it be the desires of his... other half!? A chill went down Elfilin's spine as he feared that this could be the reason. He had to fight it! He just had to fight back for control, not wanting the Forgotten Land to once again rule in chaos. But what was Clawroline's role? What use could the Lethal Leopard have to make this horrific reality come to fruition? His breath grew heavy as he clutched his forehead with pain, and in that moment...
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