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Expedition of the Bengal Beast
🕑 Added 2022-01-05 04:02:00 +0000 UTC
WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Male and Female Weight Gain and Various Transformations
We return to the life of Lana Greensward, an adventurer who's life was turned upside down after a cursed idol gifted with her with the body of an obese, wizened, tiger man. In hopes of ridding himself of the curse, Lana and his maid explore a remote jungle where they find danger both strange and familiar to them.
This is a story for an anonymous commissioner, who wanted a sequel to this tale: https://www.patreon.com/posts/beauty-of-bengal-55035383
Commission Info: https://www.deviantart.com/eyebeast/journal/Commission-Info-615442807
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A sizable helping of turbulence awoke Edith from her slumber. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she let out a yawn and stretched out in her seat. Turning her head to the side to look out the window let her gaze upon the lush jungle below. The untamed wilderness had been the stuff of legends within the treasure hunting community. One of the many tall tales surrounding this area had done the trick of convincing Edith and her beloved to make the long trek to this remote corner of the world to rid themselves of a most unusual affliction. As the plane shook once more, Edith’s only hope was that they would be able to survive the journey.
Getting up from her seat, she began to wonder around the cabin to try to calm her nerves. Her worries about the upcoming expedition were worsened as she felt her chubby thighs rub up against one another within the confines of her khaki shorts. She let her gaze linger on her thick legs as her boots paced across the cabin, trying to tell herself that her training would more than make up for her added weight. The task was more difficult than she anticipated as she felt her chubby stomach getting squished by her button up shirt. When she initially bought the outfit, she was certain that it would be the perfect fit for the trials ahead. However, she soon realized that only the safari hat perched upon her short, black hair properly fit her. The rest of her clothing was seemingly one size short of actually being comfortable to her fattened up form.
Taking a moment to adjust her clothing, her mind inevitably wandered to how she had become like this. Once more trying and failing to get her top button across her cleavage, a stray crumb from a previous meal was enough to remind her of the reason for her state. Despite the sensation of her shorts squeezing her wide hips, she couldn’t help smiling as she recollected the reason she was like this was due to her devotion towards her master, Lana. Looking upon her chubby form with delight rather than disgust, she turned her attention towards the cockpit.
Clearing her throat, Edith knocked on the door. “Mr. Nate, may I come in?”
Rather than answer, the pilot pushed open the door himself without looking away from his controls. “Something wrong?” he asked, running his fingers through his scruffy, black beard.
“No, just checking on how you’re doing,” she replied. “Do you need anything? A snack or maybe some coffee?”
“What I need right now is a reminder why I’m flying out to this shit hole of a jungle.”
Edith let out a huff and put her hands on her sides. “There is no need for such language. I’ve already explained that we’ve come to this place in search of an ancient artifact said to contain mystical powers.”
Mr. Nate let out a long sigh. “Great, another wild goose chase going after some piece of crap that’s about as worthless as a plane without wings.”
“You should know that not everything is as it seems,” Edith replied. “Especially considering the state of my master.”
“The only thing I’m considering is how much strain your master is putting on my baby,” he said, running his hand along the dashboard. “That, and I can’t say I’m much of a fan of the odor left behind between whenever you two get real horny and-“
“Mr. Nate,” Edith said, staring at him as if she were prepared to stab him dozens of times over, “I’ll remind you that you will be getting paid for your services. A quite sizable amount I might add.”
Mr. Nate shrugged. “Fine, fine. But maybe this little excursion will be more interesting to me if you throw in a generous completion bonus?”
“I’ll consider it,” Edith said, only putting up with his mannerisms and greed due to the knowledge he had accompanied her master many times before. “For now, prepare for landing. I see a clearing where we can touch down.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Mr. Nate said. “Buckle up, it’s going to get a little rough.”
After a less than graceful landing, the plane pushed aside a few trees to set down in the jungle. Leaving Mr. Nate to check the landing gear and ensure they could still leave once the expedition was over, Edith excused herself to check on her master. Making her way to the back of the plane, she looked around until she found the mechanism needed to open up the cargo bay. Taking a step back as the door flung open, she put on a warm smile to greet the strange creature that was her master.
The entire plane shook under the influence of Lana’s heavy stomps. Each step wobbled about the sizable cock that peeked out from beneath his many rolls of belly fat. Edith had to take a step back to see his full size; her eyes following the black stripes across his orange fur to the various features of his ten foot tall, hulking form. Pausing at the halfway point to catch his breath, Lana dragged his clawed fingers through the white fur covering his sagging pecs and drooping belly. Raising up his bulky limbs, he attempted to shake off the stiffness afflicted on his body by the cramped quarters of his plane ride. Letting out a yawn from his fearsome maw tickled the grey hairs that lined his chins and flicked about his round ears. As loosened up as an obese, wizened tiger man could be, he continued shuffling forward to the end of the ramp.
“Was the trip comfortable for you, master?” Edith asked, retaining her position as a maid as she bowed towards Lana.
“As comfortable as being cargo can be,” Lana replied, showing little shame in dragging his fingers across his chunky rear with one hand while the other pushed back his whiskers. “And you can stop calling me master, Edie. I think we lost that kind of relationship when you started taking care of this thing,” he said, slapping a paw against his member.
“I do believe that my duties are still centered around servicing you. I just consider it a little more intimate than what was put in the job description,” Edith replied with a coy smile.
“Regardless,” Lana said, trying to regain some dignity as he waddled back up the ramp, “there are somethings you need to do as my maid, rather than my ‘stress reliever’. We can start by unloading the supplies for our expedition.”
“Yes, master-I mean, Lana,” Edith replied, dutifully following him into the cargo hold.
The task of unloading the plane was made easier by the supernatural strength of the tiger man. Typically, the powerful muscles hidden beneath his flabby fur was reserved for carrying the hundreds of pounds of flesh that weighed him down. Given a chance to shine, Lana’s cursed body was more than capable of picking up crates of supplies usually handled by a group of two men or more. As much as the added power helped him carry huge boxes, it didn’t detract from his goal of wanting to return to his former body of an athletic, young, beautiful woman with a world of treasure left to plunder.
Lana and Edith’s combined teamwork left them with only one box left in the plane. The crate stood on its longest side, making it nearly match Lana in height. Breaking it open with his powerful claws, Lana peeked his head inside to see if they had left any supplies behind. In his search for a leftover piece of food or tool, it only took a single slip of his feet to send him toppling forward into the empty crate. Struggle as he might, his flesh seemed perfectly content being stuck inside the box’s opening.
“Edith!” Lana called out, having gone through this situation enough times before to know he couldn’t free himself.
“Right away,” Edith replied, hurrying to aid her master.
Just as the dutiful maid was about to start pulling on Lana’s hindquarters, an idea popped into her head. Sauntering up to Lana, she took her time gazing at his tail frantically swiping against his thick, fuzzy butt cheeks. Putting on a childish smile thought lost to her during her time as a maid, she reared back her hand to give Lana’s ample backside a slap.
Lana out a yelp, his tail standing on end as the impact rippled through his body. “Edith, what in the world do you think you’re doing?”
“Having a little fun,” she replied, repeating the motion on the other cheek.
“Edith as your MMMPPH master, I command you to-“
Another slap overrode Lana’s words with a distinct, guttural moan.
“You said yourself that our relationship isn’t like what is used to be anymore,” Edith proclaimed as she hit her palm against the tiger man’s meaty derriere. “Consider this some much needed stress relief for the two of us to prepare us for the trials to come. I haven’t gotten a chance to touch this furry, plump body the entire ride over here. You must be pent up as well. We both know you can’t reach down there anymore.” Letting out a giggle as Lana squirmed, Edith slapped both of her hands against his buttocks. “Once I’ve gotten you properly riled up, we can find a private spot where I can massage your-“
Edith’s indulgent speech was drowned out by the creaks of the box breaking apart. Still in the midst of trying to escape the confines of the crate, Lana didn’t have a chance to stop himself from falling backwards. With nowhere left to run, Edith closed her eyes and allowed herself to be enveloped in Lana’s back fat.
Slammed onto the ground, Edith could feel her body sinking deeper between Lana’s butt cheeks with each passing second. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant experience, the couple’s time together making the maid quite fond of the musky stench that clung to the tiger man’s fur. Feeling herself succumb to the soft embrace of Lana’s blubber, Edith momentarily yearned to never leave the comfort of this living cavern. She was released from the cozy embrace as Lana managed to roll himself around. Picking himself up high enough to leave his man boobs and belly inches away from Edith’s body, Lana backed up until their faces were level with one another.
“Are you alright?” Lana asked.
“More than fine,” Edith replied. “You have plenty of cushioning to keep me from being harmed.”
Lana let out a sigh. “That’s what you get for teasing me like that. We’re in the middle of the jungle, a place where we can’t afford to get distracted. Not to mention all of that shaking riled up my-“
Edith silenced the tiger man by sitting up and planting their lips together. Startled by the sudden display of affection, Lana began to lose any feeling of annoyance he had for the maid. His member started to twitch at Edith’s touch, yearning for another release session from the dutiful servant. However, the perfect moment came to an end as an unruly gas bubble flew up Lana’s throat to break the kiss with a gnarly belch.
Freed from Edith’s embrace, Lana rolled herself away and sat up. “I’m UUURRRP sorry,” he said, wiping his face clean.
“Not a problem,” Edith replied, crawling up to him to rest her head against his belly. “I’ve gotten quite used to your body and its quirks. If this expedition is all for naught, I’m more than prepared to take care of you as you are for the rest of my life.”
Lana furrowed his brow as he looked down on Edith. “Edie, there’s something I wanted to talk about. It’s-“
“What in the hell are you two doing?”
Lana and Edith looked away from one another to see a very uncomfortable Mr. Nate standing on the ramp. “I know you said that he’s hornier than a triceratops, but I thought you could at least wait to jump on one another until after we finish our work.”
“You’re right,” Lana said, grateful for any excuse to break the awkward conversation. “Edith, come along. We have a lot to do to prepare for our journey.”
“Right away,” Edith replied, brushing herself off as she joined the others to complete their tasks.
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A long day of trekking through the jungle winded down as the sun started to set and camp had to be made. The glow of the campfire helped to push back the thick darkness that surrounded the site. Settling down in her chair, Edith shook for a moment as she heard something rustling through the bushes nearby. A pair of glowing, yellow eyes shimmered through the leaves as the nearby trees shook. Her fear lasted up until she recalled the reason there had been little, if any interaction with the local wildlife.
Lana came shuffling out of the trees with his bulky arms laden with wood for the fire. Each heavy stomp acted as a deterrent for any creature that had even the slightest interest in their expedition. If his sheer size didn’t do it, the monstrous growls from both his jowls and his stomach were more than enough of a repellant for unwanted guests. However useful his body was in both warding off danger and taking care of chores around the camp, Edith could tell that the look on his face told a different story as he began to pick leaves from out of his fur.
“Is everything alright, master?” Edith asked.
With a huff and a groan, Lana plopped his massive rear down on the ground. Leaning back, he let his fingers graze across his bountiful belly fat. “I think this jungle is getting to UURRP me,” he replied.
Edith unflinchingly walked through the lingering noxious fumes of his belch to place her hand on his arm. “You must be quite winded after carrying around our supplies for the past couple of days. Please allow me to take on my burden of the supplies. It’s the least I can do considering how often you found it necessary to carry me.”
Lana turned his head and greeted the maid’s sentiment with a gentle pat on her head. “I do it because I know you’re the only one who can help me. Not like I could get anyone else to join me on this crazy adventure.”
“You could have asked Mr. Nate to accompany us. He might have eaten into our supplies, but you’ve proved that you are more than capable of gathering food out in the wild.”
Lana let out another huff as he scratched his grey beard. “His daily food intake would be microscopic compared to what this body considers a light snack. Besides, it’s better if he stays back at the plane. He’ our ticket out of here and who knows what could be lurking around to scrap our ride for parts. That and the fewer people around to gawk at me the better.”
Just as another sigh of self-loathing was about to leave Lana’s mouth, it was replaced by a belch as Edith climbed atop his belly. “I don’t know what you’re so worried about,” the maid said, grasping Lana’s moobs and squeezing them together. “With all of this power this body provides, I doubt anyone would even think of trying to say anything bad about you.” Sliding down his gut, Edith lifted up his foopah to admire his cock. “Besides, there are other qualities that a person wouldn’t be able to appreciate at first glance.”
Crawling beneath Lana’s belly rolls, the maid let the stink of his musk envelop her. The smell had gotten stronger during their jungle trek, a fact that had become quite apparent with the multiple times Edith had had the privilege of clutching his back rolls. The odor was a side effect of her master’s heightened libido in an attempt to attract a proper mate to take care of his girthy member. Upon sliding her hand along his sizable cock, Edith thought about relieving her master’s stress via their usual method of a bottle of lubricant and her well-trained hands.
The maid stopped as her gaze lingered upon the girthy member. Considering the somber mood of her master, she thought it would be the perfect time to try a more intimate form of release to heighten his mood and take care of some of her own desires. Just as she undid the zipper on her shorts, she felt herself get tugged back by Lana’s hands. The flicking of Lana’s ears revealed that he had heard her begin to undress. Looking up past Lana’s belly and sagging pecs, she saw a look of concern.
“Edie, we went over this,” Lana spoke, speaking as if he was a stern father. “I’m too big for you. It’s one of the reasons I want to get back to my old body. When I’m small and female again, we can actually figure out what this relationship is going to be.”
“Yes master, I…”
Edith trailed off, a rare trait for the usually mindful maid. The pause was brought on by an assault of thoughts she had been keeping in the back of her mind for the entirety of the journey. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her posture and looked past Lana’s muzzle to ensure her intentions were clear. “To be honest, I believe I prefer this form.”
The tiger man narrowed his eyes in an attempt to understand her. “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying, maybe it would be better for you to stay like this.”
Lana shuffled back a few feet. “Edith, how long have you felt this way?”
“My adoration grew alongside your body,” Edith stated. “What you called disgusting, I learned to appreciate as the essence of your pure, wild nature. Such incredible strength mixed with wisdom beyond your years is a combination unknown to the world of man. The various expulsions and weight problems you bemoan are just facets that make you all the more enamoring to be around. As much as you’ve said how you wish to change back, I must say that I…like you better this way.”
The confusion on Lana’s face quickly turned to anger. “So, what you’re saying is you’re attracted to this fat mound of fur and musk?”
“Yes!” Edith shouted back, just as loud as one of Lana’s growls. “For all of the complaints you make about being stuck with that body, I think it’s a marvelous beauty that needs to be preserved.”
“You’re just a messed up pervert!” Lana shot back. “Even if you did have your way and try to fulfill your desires, I’m twice your size and likely to split you in half.”
“I don’t care!” Edith yelled back. “That’s why I let myself get this way,” she said, pinching the chub around her mid-section. “I’ve been secretly indulging myself behind your back to prepare myself for the day we can finally consummate our relationship. Sure I’m not the right size now, but if I keep eating and bulking up I’ll-“
Lana slammed his fist against the trunk of the tree. A flurry of cries from the darkness echoed out as the creatures fled the area. Pulling his hand away revealed a sizable crack that went nearly through the entire trunk. Lowering his head to avoid eye contact, he stood up from his spot and swiveled his body around to have his back face Edith. “I’m going out,” he said, waddling off into the forest.
“Where are you going?” Edith asked.
“Fishing. Foraging. It doesn’t matter,” he replied, pushing his way through the foliage. “I just…need some time to understand a few things.”
Edith took a step to follow only to be stopped by a single glare from the one she loved. In Lana’s eyes, she saw an expression of betrayal that sent a shiver down her spine. The only thing the maid could do as the tiger man lost himself amongst the deep darkness of the jungle was clutch her chest. Retreating back to the relative warmth of the fire, she put her head between her hands and began to cry.
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When the morning came, Edith was distraught to see that her master had yet to return to the campsite. Lana’s bulk was more than capable of taking care of any trouble he ran into, but it didn’t make the maid any less worried. Thinking over what she had said and the reaction she received, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering if she had driven off Lana for good. Fearing for the safety of her master’s wellbeing and their relationship, she gathered her things to set off into the jungle.
Without the escort of her tiger man, the area took on a more dangerous vibe for Edith. Every growl and screech that echoed between the trees held the threat of a fearsome creature ready to tear her to shreds. Walking alone proved more of a hassle than anything, forcing her to stop multiple times to avoid tripping over roots or having to slash her way through lush foliage. The chub around her body that hindered her every step also acted as a reminder for why she was doing this. The thought of sharing a hearty meal with her master to make up for her sudden proclamation was more than enough to keep her going through the jungle.
Edith’s trek came to a halt as she heard something rustle around in the bushes. Judging by the size of the footsteps, her mind immediately locked onto the possibility of it being Lana. Fixing her clothes and hair to ensure she looked as presentable as possible she called out, “Master, is that you?”
Her call was answered by a burly, callused hand reaching out of the foliage to push the branches aside. Edith’s assumptions were immediately destroyed as the hand gave way to a bulky arm covered in thin, black hair to go along with its owner’s tan skin. Stomping into the clearing on a pair of boots, the man brushed a series of leaves off of the black top containing his tight pectorals and the pants of his muscular legs. Removing a branch from his head of short black hair, he scratched his thick beard and moustache as he loomed over the silent maid.
“Emilio, why the hell did you stop?”
Hearing a woman’s voice, Edith leaned over to the side to see someone coming out from behind the imposing man’s body. The woman shared a portion of her partner’s ruggedness in the form of the eyepatch across her left eye and the various tears in her black flight jacket. Her strong stance and athletic build pegged her as someone in Lana’s field of expertise. Even so, Edith found it hard to identify her, even with the golden butterfly barrette keeping her long, black hair tied up in a neat bun.
Blissfully unaware of Edith, the woman unflinchingly gazed up at her partner. “We are on the verge of finding a temple full or riches once thought lost to time. Every second we waste is another moment some jackass can budge their way in to take our-“
“Excuse me,” Edith spoke up, getting the woman’s attention. “Did you happen to see a man covered in-“
Edith stopped herself, knowing that it was probably best not to mention her master’s condition to strangers.
“What the hell are you going on about?” the woman asked as she approached Edith. “For that matter, why is a softie like you wandering around in the jungle? Get separated from a tour group or something?”
“No, I am here in search of a treasure with my master, Lana Greensward.”
A gleam showed in the woman’s eye. “You’re with Lana? Then this’ll make my job a lot easier.”
In one swift motion, the woman retrieved a knife from her jacket and ran up to hold onto Edith. Placing the blade against the maid’s neck, she leaned in close. “Let’s not make things complicated. Tell me where the temple is located then I’ll let you go.”
“I-I don’t know the exact location,” Edith replied. “Master Lana was in charge of navigation. He, I mean, she went off into the jungle last night and never returned.”
“Well then we better call her. On the count of three I want you to start screaming as loud as possible. That should get her to come running. One…two…thre-”
The ground shuddered as a loud roar echoed around the group. Taking advantage of the woman’s momentary distraction, Edith slipped out of her grasp and began to run. Her escape attempt was thwarted as Emilio stepped in her way. Moments before he reached out to recapture her, he was knocked to the ground by a ball of orange and black fur barreling into him.
“Master Lana!” Edith called out, her words barely audible over the sound of the two bulky men wrestling back and forth with one another.
“Wait, wait, this is Lana?” the woman asked. “How the hell did this happ-oh, hold on.”
Walking over to the wrestling pair, the woman showed little fear in giving her supposed companion a swift kick to his side. “Hey, cut it out. I think I know this thing.”
“Thing?” Edith fumed, her comment ignored by the woman as she gave her henchman a few more kicks to end the fight.
“Yuko,” Lana spoke upon seeing the woman’s face. “It’s been a while.”
“Indeed, it has,” she replied with a nod. “I’d say you look great, but I’d rather not lie to your face.”
Letting out an annoyed grunt, Lana used Edith’s outstretched hand to help himself stand back up. Turning towards his maid, he was left silent as they locked eyes with one another. Both thankfully and unthankfully their uncomfortable reunion was put on hold to acknowledge the bout of laughter currently overtaking Yuko.
“This fat, furry ass is yours?” the roguish woman asked, grabbing a handful of Lana’s butt fat. “I know they say that people sometimes let themselves go when they break up, but I didn’t think separating from me would do this to you.”
“You two were a couple?” Edith asked.
Lana let out a sigh. “Yes. We parted ways several years ago once her methods became too unsavory for my tastes.”
“Not like there’s much your tongue doesn’t like these days, huh?” Yuko teased, continuing her examination by sinking her fingers into Lana’s gut.
“Cut that BWOOOOORRRRP out!”
“Whoooo, that reeks,” Yuko said, the smell doing the job of getting her to back off. “I’m not an expert on tigers, but I’m pretty sure that smell would fit better on a skunk.”
“Enough!” Edith demanded. “First you threaten me and then you insult my master. I believe we are done with you.”
“Hold on, hold on,” Yuko said, raising her hands up as a sign of good will. “I may not be completely aware of what’s going on with furball and his huge dick,” she said as she gestured towards his member, “but I have a suspicion that it’s the reason you came to this jungle.”
“It is none of your business why we came here.”
“Edith,” Lana spoke, placing his hand on her shoulder, “it’s alright. I’ll take it from here.” Shuffling forward, he slid his paws through his beard. “What you say is true. During one of my previous ventures, I ended up cursing myself and got transformed into the body you see before you. We came to this jungle because of the legend claiming that there exists a temple housing an artifact said to contain powerful, transformative magic.”
“And you actually believe that hogwash?” Yuko asked.
“It’s about all I have to go on. Besides,” he paused, grabbing a handful of his sagging pec, “I’m a bit more inclined to believe superstitions these days.”
“I see your point,” Yuko commented. “I’m assuming the only reason you’re willing to divulge this information is because you’re looking for assistance?”
Lana nodded his head.
“While I’m flattered you would come back to me,” Yuko said, a smile on her face showing how much she was enjoying herself, “I have to ask the age old question for people like us: What’s in it for me?”
“All I require from the artifact is the ability to change myself back to my old body. Once that’s done, you’re free to do with it as you wish.”
Yuko pondered for a moment. Making up her mind, she reached out to shake Lana’s paw. “Consider it a deal. Just make sure you walk downwind from me. Last thing I want is to get a whiff of your sweaty backside.”
“I’ll try my best,” Lana replied, yanking back his hand and leading the way through the forest. “Follow me to our campsite. We’ll gather our supplies and head out together.”
“Sounds like a plan, fat cat,” Yuko replied. “You heard the tiger man, head out Emilio.”
Silently nodding, Emilio followed his employer’s lead. Left as the last person in the clearing, Edith took her sweet time following after the others. Her position in the back of the line gave her an opportunity to try dealing with the variety of new problems that had just been thrusted upon her.
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Lana tried to keep his vision focused on the path ahead in order to avoid both pitfalls and awkward conversation. Despite their less than comfortable relationship status, Lana had insisted that Edith should continue riding on his back for the sake of expediency. Feeling the maid’s fingers sink into his flesh made him once more think about the disturbing revelations of how she felt about his body. Thankfully for him, the most they had said to one another over the past three days had been reserved to passing comments around the campsite about their plan.
While it pained Lana to constantly keep avoiding the inevitable confrontation with Edith, the only other person he could confide in was Emilio. The imposing man hadn’t said anything the entire trip, fitting perfectly into Yuko’s mold of a silent muscle head she liked to keep around for her dirty work. He did his job well enough, more than willing to help Lana in finding resources and clearing the way. That made it all the more shameful that he came with the threat that at any moment he would join Yuko in a mutiny.
Knocking down a tree with a bump of his belly, Lana paid a passing glance to Yuko as she gave a soft golf clap. The smile on the scoundrel’s face brought back a mix of pleasant and awful memories from their days together. While Yuko was very eager to bring these stories up to both torment Lana and astound Edith, Lana saw them as motivation to get their expedition over with as soon as possible.
The wizened tiger’s eyes sparked with renewed vigor upon seeing the structure hidden amongst the trees. Decrepit stone dating back hundreds of years made up the pyramid shaped structure. Glancing across the surface revealed similar ancient runes to the ones Lana had discovered in the book in his library. Hopefully they were a sign that they were on the right track to returning him to his former self.
“You remember our deal, right?” Yuko was quick to bring up as she surveyed the ruins.
“Of course,” Lana replied. “As soon as we use the artifact to reverse my condition, it’s all yours.”
Lana looked over his shoulder as he felt a slight tug on his left ear to meet Edith’s gaze. “Do you really think we can trust her?” the maid asked in a hushed whisper.
“Not like we have much of a choice,” Lana answered. “I’ll keep my eye on her. I’ve travelled with her long enough to pick up on her signals.”
“If you say so, master,” Edith said, sliding down Lana’s back fat to join Emilio at ground level. “Who should take the lead?”
“Fur bag here seems like a good candidate,” Yuko replied, resting her hand against his thighs. “Lana was always a book nerd. She, I mean he, probably has the entire structure memorized. If not, his fat ass should make a good blockade for any nasty traps.”
“Traps!?” Edith exclaimed.
“Calm down,” Lana said. “The odds that a structure this old has working mechanisms is astronomically low.” Lifting his head up high, Lana strode into the ruins with the entryway barely large enough to accommodate his height and width. “Besides, I doubt that a civilization this primitive would have the technology to make anything complicated enough to-“
Lana tumbled forward as something underneath his feet gave way. Wobbling back into a standing position left him in the direct path of a group of darts flying through the air. Closing his eyes, Lana braced himself for the sensation of dozens of tiny needles piercing his flesh. Instead, he felt a slight tickle as the darts bounced off his bulbous gut and harmlessly rolled across the ground.
“Are you alright?” Edith asked as she quickly surveyed the spot where Lana had been hit.
Seeing how deep the maid’s fingers began to sink into his fur, Lana shuffled backwards to get out of her grasp. “I’m fine. Only thing really hurt is my pride after I fell into such an obvious trap.”
“You still have pride somewhere inside of that nasty body?” Yuko asked. “You probably swallowed it thinking it was another triple deluxe cheeseburger. Although, I guess it isn’t all bad since your diet of pure lard seems to have saved your life.”
“And yours for that matter,” Edith responded with a huff. “If my master had not gone first, you would have become a human pin cushion.”
“I would think that after hearing all of my tales, you would know I don’t stress about the details,” Yuko replied, making the tiger man lunge forward with a slap to his behemoth backside. “Keep going on ahead big guy. I’ll make sure nothing happens to your little masturbation maid.”
“H-how did you know about that?” Edith asked.
“It was only a hunch,” Yuko replied with a sly smile, “but thanks for confirming it.”
The bright blush that showed through the fur on Lana’s face was more than enough for Yuko to get a good laugh. Giving Edith a small glance to see a similar shade of red, Lana turned his attention back towards the temple. Woken up by his run in with the dart trap, he kept his eyes peeled as he waddled forward with the rest of the crew behind him.
With the group now aware of the temple’s traps, they managed to make it through the entrance chamber without triggering anymore dart assaults. Their vigilance was rewarded with the view of darkened hallways lit by torches along the walls. It made no logical sense to the wizened tiger how or why the flames were still lit after so many years. Feline curiosity taking over for a moment, he paused for a moment to yank on one of the torches to glance at the collection of strange jewels keeping its fire lit.
A loud click echoed through the room, turning everyone’s attention towards the growing rumbling noise coming from down the corridor. At first, the group assumed it was Lana’s gut preparing to let out another rude gas expulsion. That notion was quickly dismissed by the sensation of something big rapidly approaching them.
One look at the massive boulder rolling its way towards them was enough to get the team running in the opposite direction. Yuko and Emilio were quick to speed off, knowing how futile it would be to try and stop the rock with bullets or fists. While Edith was more than capable of running to safety, she couldn’t help herself from lagging behind in an attempt to keep her master safe. While Lana’s body was good for many things, speed was not one of them. Every stomp brought him an insignificant distance away from the approaching boulder. Fat folds jiggling from his encroaching doom, all he could do was brace himself and put his fat body in the way of the rock’s path.
As the boulder hit, Lana’s tail stood on end as the stone tried its hardest to bowl him over. Considering that the massive rock was a head shorter than Lana, it was almost depressing to see it get bounced back down the hall by the tiger man’s chunky backside. Aside from his flab wildly jiggling about and an unruly burp leaving his lips, Lana had gotten through the death trap unscathed.
“Guess that furry ass of yours is good for something other than stinking up the place,” Yuko replied, her laughter barely audible over the sound of the boulder crashing into a wall further down the corridor.
“Hold your tongue!” Edith shouted. “If it wasn’t for my master’s body, we’d all be flat as pancakes.”
“That may be true for me and Emilio, but I’m pretty sure you’re used to it by now considering how much you bury yourself in his rancid body.”
“I think that’ll be quite UURRP enough,” Lana said in an attempt to calm everyone down. “Hopefully that boulder took out any other traps on the way here. Let’s get a move on.”
True to Lana’s words, the path they walked was devoid of any working mechanisms meant to end their lives. Thankfully for Lana, the boulder’s return trip had widened out a few entryways to help him squeeze his hips through. Even still, there were a few times where Lana required the assistance of Edith and a bottle of well-used lubricant, much to the enjoyment of Yuko. Following the path of turned over torches and ruined ancient artifacts brought them towards a fork in the road marked by the same boulder sunken into a crater in the wall
“Where should we go, master?” Edith asked.
Lana scratched his chin. “Based on previous experience, there is probably some signage indicating which way the artifact is.”
“Signage that could possibly have been crushed by the boulder?” Yuko asked, the expression on Lana’s face answering her question. Rather than be disheartened, she merely took it as an opportunity to give the tiger man’s belly a solid smack. “Not to worry. With his huge lug with us, he should be able to muscle his way through anything.”
“I beg your pardon,” Edith spoke up, “but my master is known for his intellect more than brute force.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Yuko replied. “If I recall correctly, it was your master’s so-called intellect that led him to being like this in the first place.”
“It wasn’t his fault. How could he have known that the artifact would-“
“That’s enough!” Lana shouted. “What’s done is done. Since we don’t have a definitive way to know the right path, we have to guess. I’ll go ahead to take care of anything nasty that comes our way.”
“But master-“
“It’ll be fine,” Lana said, waddling down the right corridor. “It’s not like this temple can do anything to throw me off my feet at this point.”
A loud click echoed through the temple. Lana’s posture suffered greatly as the tiles beneath his feet fell away to reveal a deep pit. The tiger man free fell for half a second until his gut once again saved his life by getting caught on the sides of the hole. Left to dangle with his feet and tail below him, Lana’s panic turned to annoyance as he once again heard Yuko cackling like a hyena at his expense.
“Master Lana,” Edith said, running forward to begin trying to pull her master free. “Are you hurt?”
“Not physically,” Lana replied as the maid attempted to tug him out of the pit.
“Good luck,” Yuko commented. “Tons of fun here isn’t getting out of here without a construction crane and a lot of praying.”
Edith stared daggers at Yuko. “I have had enough of you insulting my master. Now are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me?”
“Fine, fine,” Yuko said, gesturing for Emilio to join her. “But I’ll be expecting a bottle of wine from your master’s collection for having to grab a handful of his musky fur.”
“Just start pulling,” Edith snapped.
With everyone holding onto Lana, they tried to yank him out of the pit. While their efforts were admirable, the results were next to nothing. Holding up her hand, Edith signaled for the other two to move on her mark. As she called out the word go, the trio worked alongside Lana’s muscles to try and free him from the trap. The plan worked, but not in the most ideal way.
No longer able to sustain Lana’s weight, the rest of the floor crumbled around him. With mere seconds before he and the others hit the ground below, Lana worked fast to clutch them up against his chest. Ignoring the way Yuko spat out the follicles that fell from his man boobs, he curled himself up tight as he slammed against the stone floor. It was only once he was sure that he wasn’t going to crash through the ground again did he hazard to open his eyes and take a look at what was around him.
Following the light of the many torches along the sides of the chamber drew his gaze towards an altar in the center. Between two braziers of blazing flames was a block of stone. Upon the ancient slab sat a small, wooden totem that could barely be seen by Lana’s eyes. Lumbering to his feet, he hazarded to put on a smile at the thought of bringing the expedition to a satisfying conclusion.
Lana tempting fate was immediately rewarded as he felt the barrel of a gun press into his back. Looking over his shoulder he saw a not entirely unexpected sight. Releasing a low sigh, he spoke. “Couldn’t you have at least waited until we left the temple?”
“You know that’s not how I work,” Yuko replied, momentarily looking away to make sure Emilio had a tight grip around Edith. “Besides, I would prefer to get that totem before you get your pudgy paws on it. For all I know, the ritual could entail you shoving it up your fat ass. Can’t imagine the price would be very high after that.”
“True, but I can’t say that my digestion problems don’t have their advantages.”
Relaxing his stance, Lana allowed a massive fart to come spurting out of his rear. The sheer force of the gas was enough to push Yuko onto her back. Another burst of flatulence was enough to get the roguish woman to drop her pistol in favor of covering up her mouth. Seizing the opportunity, Lana pressed his foot down onto the gun to shatter it to pieces.
“My turn,” Lana said, hovering his rear over Yuko’s face as he looked over at Emilio. “Let go of her unless you want to pry your boss off the floor with a spatula.”
Holding up his arms, Emilio backed away to allow Edith to run to Lana’s side. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” he casually remarked. “Not the first time she’s held a gun at me. Although I don’t think the bullet would get through my bulk anyway.”
Glaring at Emilio to ensure he remained a fair distance away, Lana began to waddle his way towards the altar. After spending so much time searching, it was almost like a dream as he placed his feet upon the stone altar. Picking up the totem between his fingers, he looked over the carvings of various animals along its surface. For moment, he could swear the light made it look as if the images were changing every time he turned it over in his palm.
“The proper incantation should be…here!” Lana exclaimed as he looked over the pedestal the totem had been laying on. “For all of the traps they put in our way, I would have thought that they would have made it harder to find this. It should be relatively simple for me to translate this and activate the totem’s effects. In mere moments I can say goodbye to this disgusting form and feel comfortable in my own body once more.”
Lana excitement was stifled as he felt a pair of tiny hands squeeze hard around his arm. “Master Lana...” Edith trailed off, the look in her eyes saying everything that was on her mind.
“Edie,” Lana began, squatting down to get closer to her face, “we went over this. Once I’m smaller and female, we can actually have a relationship that isn’t based on you helping me out whenever I get horny.”
“But we’re already more than that,” Edith replied. “Lana, I know that I was insensitive that night at the campfire, but it was and is truly how I feel about you.”
Lana paused for a moment, looking between the totem in his hand and the woman he had put so much trust in. “Edie, I-“
The words from Lana’s mouth were choked out as Yuko leapt towards his neck. Amidst the chaos of Yuko trying to slam his body to the ground, Lana became distinctly aware of the fact that Emilio was gaining fast on Edith. Spurred by the thought of his reward getting lost within the grubby fingers of his former comrade, Lana let out a guttural growl as he threw Yuko to the ground.
Slamming his massive rear down to ensure that Yuko wouldn’t interrupt him any further, he held the totem aloft and began to read off the incantation. As the words left his lips, a glowing green energy permeated from the totem to surround his body. The strange aura began to lift his massive form up into the air, having the pleasant side effect of keeping Emilio too awestruck to move a muscle. Floating several feet above the ground, Lana tried to focus on the power flowing through his veins. As he drew close to the end of the chant, he could feel his body begin to shrink and heard his voice start to resemble his old, female self.
Moments away from completing the chant, Edith leapt onto Lana’s back. The sensation of Edith tightly hugging his body was enough for Lana to completely butcher the last line of the incantation. The energy from before began to spiral out of control, sending the green lights shooting off in random directions across the chamber. As Lana held Edith close to avoid either of them getting hurt in the crossfire, he managed to get his floating mass stable just in time to watch one of the beams of light make a direct hit on Emilio.
Under the influence of his shrinking body mass, the imposing man was sent tumbling to the ground. Taken over by a supernatural heat, Emilio kicked off his pants just in time to see his slender legs merge together. Seafoam blue scales helped to cover up the singular appendage alongside snapping off his underwear in the process. Lifting up his tail he saw his slender feet become a translucent tail that confirmed his fears that he was becoming a mermaid.
Emilio’s fish-like lower half continued to shake as it shaped his hips into a curvier physique. Gaining a super model-like bubble butt came with the drawback of a diminishing manhood. Forced to take off his shirt by his rising body temperature, he was dismayed to see his six pack abs be replaced with a flat stomach and his arms become dainty and more feminine. Although everyone could guess what came next, it didn’t make it any less jarring to see the intimidating bodyguard develop a pair of voluptuous breasts to better go with his freshly made womanhood.
Grazing her exposed nipples with her long, seafoam green painted nails forced a feminine gasp to escape Emilio’s mouth. The sound coincided with her lips became plump and pouty moments before a shade of seafoam green covered them to make them match her nails. Her hair pooled across the floor as it increased in length and showed off its new hue of platinum blonde to create the final image of a bimbo mermaid.
Rather than be discouraged, Emilio put a finger to her lips and admired her body. “Like, what am I doing here?” she asked as she flickered her fin-like ears.
“Got to say, not the worst make over,” Yuko said, her ability to focus on the floating tiger man impeded with her gaze lingering for quite a while on her fishy companion. “Pretty cute. Definitely something I wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with. Well, if we can do something about the fishy smell at first.”
Emilio held up her hands desperately tried to cover up the blush across her face. “Like, stop it! It’s just who I am. You should be nice to girls like me.”
“Ones whose heads are filled with air and water?” Yuko replied with a laugh. “Don’t worry, after dealing with fur ball I don’t think I’d mind stinking of fish for a night or two,” she added with a quick flick of her tongue. “We’ll have some fun once I get the totem back and-“
Perhaps hearing Yuko’s proclamation, the totem released another shower of energy throughout the room. Yuko’s experience dodging gunfire allowed her to avoid the barrage for a while. Not looking where she was going, her feet tripped over Emilio to send her toppling into the ground and completely open to a blast of the totem’s energy.
Slowly crawling up to her feet, Yuko looked over her body with the expectation that she would change at any second. A moment passed and then another. Not seeing herself gain a collection of tentacles or seventeen breasts, she hazarded to let out a chuckle.
“Heh, guess I’m too surly for a measly spell to BWOOOOOOOOORRRRP!”
Yuko’s flight jacket burst apart under the duress of hundreds of pounds of fat being layered onto her body with each passing second. Managing to get herself into a standing position, she winced from the sensation of her gut drooping between her legs. Stomping around and sending ripples through her pudgy rear, she tried to pull back up her breasts as they sagged with weight. As she reached out to grasp her drooping tits, a wide-eyed expression made it known that what she was holding wasn’t a pair of voluptuous boobs. Having lived with them himself for quite a while, Lana could spot the telltale shape of a set of sagging man pecs burdened with fat.
“What the hell is BWOOORRP this?” Yuko asked, her voice becoming lower with each word spoken.
“Aww, our little girl is becoming a big man,” Lana said, more than eager to repay Yuko for her constant mocking.
“You can’t be UUURRRP serious,” Yuko said, only to be proven wrong as his breasts lost all definition on their path to match Lana’s massive moobs. He was further distraught by patches of thick, brown hair that found their way along his chest, on his upper lip, and over his multiple chins. Brushing back the rugged hair that had burst free of his butterfly barrette, he followed the trail of belly hair down towards his nether region. Upon feeling something slide its way beneath his gut, Yuko hesitantly reached down and screamed at the sensation of his fingers pressing up against his newly grown manhood.
“I don’t deserve this!” Yuko cried out, no one in the room believing him for a second. “I’m so fat and gross and BWOOOORRRP gassy. I don’t want to be stuck as a disgusting man.”
Lana smirked. “Well good news. You’re not done changing yet,” he said, pointing towards the bushy, brow and black tail emerging from above Yuko’s backside.
Yuko’s discovery of his new appendage allowed him to see the layer of fur stretch across his form to cover every inch of his flesh. His worried expression began to relax as his warm pelt caressed his various rolls and meaty pecs. Putting his hands to the side, he tapped his newly formed paws along his thick thighs. Tilting his head up, he flicked about his rounded ears as he watched his face morph into a snout, complete with a black, button nose. Looking back down at his body, his inquisitive thoughts led him to slide his paws across his bountiful blubber in an attempt to deal with his new sensations. While he couldn’t get a good look at himself, a cursory glance at his paw-like feet and the black coloring around his eyes let him know that he had turned into a tanuki man.
A rumbling noise from Yuko’s gut broke him out of the peaceful examination. As the sounds grew louder, the fat around his body began to shift to make way for muscles emerging from body. His gut tightened up as its doughy mass took on a rock hard texture to go with his taut, spherical body. Flexing about his pudgy arms revealed biceps that dwarfed his henchman’s former body. As he stomped around on his bulky legs, the feeling of a pair of swollen testicles swinging between his legs did little take away from the power hungry smile that crept across his face.
Leaving Yuko to appreciate his new form, Lana once more turned his attention back to the object of incredible power still clutched within his paws. His mind raced to find some way to save Edith and himself from whatever came next. Unfortunately, his feline wisdom failed to find him an answer before another surge of energy struck both him and Edith to force them to the ground.
Slamming against the floor, Lana was thankful once more for the soft cushioning provided by his immense girth. Feeling a tingling sensation spread through his body, Lana’s first reaction was to pull Edith into a hug. Unsure of what would happen next, he hazarded to place his face against her forehead for a short kiss. Even as his vision began to fade, he tried to keep her close as the world around him went dark.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lana’s eyes popped open to stare up at the ceiling of the temple’s chamber. Considering the lack of vibrations or terrifying sounds, he had to assume that the totem had calmed down. Trying to move was met with unknown difficulty, as if half of his body had gone numb. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to figure out what was going on, he immediately coughed it all out as something picked him up and lifted him into the air.
It took a few moments for Lana to recognize the obese tanuki man holding him aloft with two fingers. The familiar glint in the giant’s eye, the weathered eyepatch, and the butterfly barrette keeping his top knot finally let him figure out who he was.
“Yuko?” Lana asked, hearing a strange mix of sounds emanating from his mouth.
“In the BWOOOORRRP flesh,” Yuko replied, using his free paw to give his own belly a smack. “And let me tell you, there’s plenty of flesh to play with. I feel like a goddam champion sumo wrestler. All this strength and power is absolutely UURRRP intoxicating. Not to mention, I’m itching to see what my dick and balls can really do.”
“Like, maybe me later?” Emilio spoke up, the enormous mermaid taking a break from gazing at her hand mirror to fix up her high ponytail.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Lana asked. “Why are you two giants? Where is Edie?”
Yuko silenced him by placing a pudgy finger against his face. “The totem let off its load and is resting within the confines of what remains of my supply bag. It won’t be causing as any problems for now. And while I may be BWOOOOORRRR big, our size difference is more of a case of perspective. As for your final question…”
Yuko snapped his fingers to summon Emilio over to him. Thanking the bimbo fish woman for her expediency, Yuko took the hand mirror and lifted it up to Lana.
Lana’s mouth hung open as he gazed upon the pudgy, grey furred body that was his own. The rounded mouse ears, long tail, and whiskers were already more than he could handle. However, it was another thing entirely to see a set of feminine breasts hanging off of his chest to go with the massive cock sandwiched between his pudgy belly and puffed up womanhood. The true nature of his bizarre body only sunk in once he noticed the second mouse head nestled up next to his own.
“M-master Lana,” the other mouse head spoke, “is that you?”
“Edie!” Lana said, managing to lift up his arm towards the maid’s face. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, for the most part. Guess we get a chance to grow closer,” she added, a weak chuckle her attempt at lightening the mood.
“Awww, how adorable,” Yuko cooed as he cradled the two headed, pint-sized mouse creature between his paws. “Almost makes me wish I could bring you home and put you on display in a cage. Either that or spend countless hours watching you try to literally fuck yourselves.”
“Turn us back Yuko!” Lana demanded.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Yuko said, hoisting up the couple to ensure they got a good look at his wicked smile. “I have plans for the two of you. Don’t worry, if you play nice, I’ll make sure to give you everything you want and more.” Breaking out into a laughing fit, he began to waddle off towards the exit with his fishy partner, his captive rodent, and the mystical totem in tow.
