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Peach and the Garlicshrooms
🕑 Added 2021-05-01 01:57:26 +0000 UTCWARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Peach (Mario) Wariofication/Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting)
Upon discovering a hoard of strange, garlic shaped mushrooms, Princess Peach decides to give it a try to figure out what they do. As her obsession with the strange shrooms increases, so does her likeness to a certain unruly foil to her beloved plumber.
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Toads scurried about the halls of Peach’s castle to complete their daily tasks of keeping the regal structure up to its high standards. A beautifully sunny day complimented the work out in the gardens and filled the corridors with a pleasant breeze. At the center of all this hustle and bustle, the princess herself could be found taking part in one of her favorite hobbies to congratulate the Toads on a job well-done.
Moving about the kitchen with serene grace, Princess Peach put on the finishing touches to her cake. Her long blonde hair waved about as she walked, her golden crown perfectly perched upon her head. The pink dress she favored was free of any stains or marks, owing to her skills in the kitchen. Taking a moment to make sure no icing had been left on her gloves and the blue brooch on her chest was free of crumbs, she stepped back from the cake to appreciate her handiwork.
“Princess! Princess!” a Toad shouted as he ran into the kitchen.
“What is it?” she asked, crouching down to meet him eye level. “Is Bowser attacking again?”
“No. This weird box fell out of the sky and landed in front of the castle. You’d better come take a look.”
Lifting up the hem of her skirt, Peach clacked her heels against the ground as she followed him. Reaching the entrance of the castle, she could see a gaggle of Toads surrounding a large metal storage container. The box was painted an obnoxious shade of yellow, looking like it was made from the cheapest materials available. Daring to approach the container, Peach took notice of the purple W emblem painted on the front hatch. The insignia seemed familiar, but it was hard to recall who it belonged to with the constant sound of worried Toads running about.
“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Peach said in an attempt to calm them down. “Let’s take a look at what’s inside.”
Reaching out towards the handle, Peach opened up the door and was flung back several feet by the overstuffed container’s contents. Thankful for the group of Toads that caught her fall, she stood back up to survey the pile of mushrooms that had spilled out. Each one of the mushrooms’ caps were twisted into the shape of a white garlic bulb that permeated with a powerfully off-putting odor. Walking towards the pile, Peach picked one of the head-sized mushrooms to be met with a set of conniving eyes located on its stem.
Rolling the strange fungus around in her hands, she tried to ascertain where it could have come from. Knowledgeable in how similar mushrooms had aided her beloved Mario in his adventures, she held it up to her face to try and deduct what its effects were. At a loss for what possible powers the garlicshroom would bestow, she opened her mouth and took a cautions nibble.
As she should have expected, her tongue was enveloped by the strong taste of garlic. She grimaced as she chewed around the meager amount, constantly surprised at the sheer power of each chunk that slid against her tongue. Managing to swallow the unsavory meal, she forced herself to take another bite in hopes of discovering why someone would make such an unappealing mushroom.
Upon sinking her teeth into the garlicshroom a second time, her mouth lit up with a strange craving. Whether it was that her taste buds were burnt out by her first attempt or it was an acquired flavor, as soon as the second helping was swallowed she went in for another. Fingers tightly gripping the stem, she went at the mushroom with animalistic hunger. Each bite was more savory than the last, her growing adoration for the taste of garlic making her ignore several drops of drool fall from her chin.
Peach’s trance-like state came to a stop as he swallowed the last piece. Wiping stray bits of mushroom from her face, she went wide-eyed at the expression of shock on the Toads’ faces. Her attempts to regain her regal appearance were hindered by leftover drool covering her dress and a gurgling noise coming from a bulge in her mid-section. Trying to press back her food baby with her fingers sent a gas bubble rolling up her throat to part her pink lips with a loud BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRP.
“Oh, excuse me,” Peach said, dabbing her face with a handkerchief. “I guess I was a little UUURRRP hungrier than I though.”
“Princess, are you feeling okay?” a Toad asked.
Peach clutched her gut as she felt another series of gas bubbles roll around her digestive tract. Her eyes went wide as she felt them shoot down her intestines. “Y-yes, I just need a moment to sit down,” she said, staring to walk away from the crowd. “I’ll be in the throne room in-case you need me.”
Giving a viable excuse, Peach kept herself at a slow pace as she made her way back into the castle. As soon as the doors closed behind her, she broke into a sprint. Holding onto her mid-section, she clenched her teeth as she tried to hold back the storm brewing inside of her. Reaching the privacy of her chambers, she made sure that no one else was around and ran straight towards her throne.
Sitting down to massage her bloated belly, she could feel the rising pressure reach its limit. Unable to hold back any longer, the gas came out in the form of a high-pitched fart that billowed the hem of her dress. Reeling from the noxious cloud that surrounded her, any efforts to wave away the foul air only further disturbed her digestion.
Writhing in her seat, Peach let loose a relentless cacophony of burps and farts. Each expulsion was worse than the last, imbedding in her a deep regret for ever having set her sights on the mysterious container. Through the aid of a particularly gnarly belch, she got to re-taste the accursed garlicshroom as it rolled across her tongue. As the last of the burp petered out, she was unable to hide from herself how much she still craved the flavor.
A knock on the throne room door sent a shiver down Peach’s spine. She flapped around her arms like an overactive Paratroopa in an attempt to disperse her gas cloud. With the knocking becoming rapider with each passing second, she hurried to make herself presentable. Holding her hands gently across her distended gut to avoid disturbing it further, she tried to hide it as best as possible as she cleared her throat. “Come in!” she announced, stifling a belch.
“Princess?” a Toad asked as he entered the room. “Are you feeling alright? A bunch of us were really worried that-“
The Toad stopped mid-sentence, wincing at a lingering scent. “What’s that smell?”
“Umm, nothing. Just some old food I forgot to throw out from the kitchen,” Peach said, attempting to hide her shame with a slight laugh.
“Well where is it? I’d be more than happy to throw it out alongside those mushrooms we found.”
Peach’s eyes went wide. “Why would you throw those out?”
“We don’t know where they came from. Not to mention, they didn’t seem to agree with you too well.”
“I still think we should hold onto them,” Peach said, her rising appetite for the garlicshrooms answering for her. “Whoever lost them might come looking for them. Besides, they might have some other effects we don’t know about. Just bring them to the kitchen. I’ll take care of them.”
“Yes Princess,” the Toad said, starting to walk off. “Oh, I almost forgot,” he added, turning on his heels. “We just received a gift from Mario. It’s a chest filled with gold and treasure from his latest adventure.”
A strange glint shined in Peach’s eyes. “You don’t say?” she asked, stopping her façade of hiding her gut as she leaned forward in her seat.
“Yes. It should be great for helping out with expenses around here. Would you like to me to toss it in the treasury?”
“Actually,” Peach said, getting up from her seat. “I would like to take a look at it in-person. You can go ahead and bring it to my room. I want to…appraise it so it can be used to the best of its abilities.”
“Are you sure that’s-“
“I said BWOOOOOOORRRRPPPP now!” she belched, her belly bouncing up against the Toad’s head.
“Right away,” the Toad replied, scurrying off to meet her demands.
Left alone again, a malicious smile crept across Peach’s face. Making her way back to her throne, she let herself spread out on her seat and let her gut sink into her lap. Pushing out one last sputtering fart, the smell did little to dampen her mood as she counted up her new wealth of treasure and food. She didn’t know where the sudden mood shift came from, but she didn’t altogether hate the feeling of pushing her weight around. Hearing a hungry growl from her stomach, she got up and made her way to the kitchen in the hopes another serving of garlicshroom would shed some light on this new her.
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Peach was more than a little concerned what her diet of garlicshrooms had done to her body and wardrobe. Two weeks spent under the guise of testing the mushrooms led her to eating them whenever she could sneak away from the Toads. Pacing about her bedroom, she wracked her brain trying to think of what possible purpose the mushrooms could serve. As it stood, the only thing the fungi offered her was a decline in her body’s appearance and behavior, alongside a series of invasive thoughts that plagued her at every waking moment of the day.
Passing by her dressing mirror, she frowned at the woman she saw in the reflection. In hopes of figuring out the true nature of the mushrooms, she hesitantly turned back to stare at the sizable potbelly that had become a staple of her visage. Sliding her hands along the protrusion, she could feel the unruly hairs lining her belly button through the fabric of her overburdened dress. Though she had tried countless times to shave off the numerous spots of body hair that had sprung up across her once flawless skin, it always seemed to grow back mere moments after partaking in her garlic-flavored guilty pleasure.
Not content with just her expanding mid-section, the effects of the mushrooms had spread throughout her body to give her a definitive chubby look. Turning side to side to glance at the dingy brown taking over her hair’s roots, she winced at the feeling of her bosom fighting against the constraints of her dress and its collection of food stains from her supposedly secret eating sessions. Pressing the chub around her arm to keep her engorged tits at bay brought her attention to the wiry strands that had begun to sprout from her armpits. The small tufts of fuzz clung to any body odor that managed to survive her daily baths in an attempt to wash out the smell caused by one of her more disgusting traits.
The small walk across her room had gifted the princess with part of her skirt wedging itself between her bubble butt. Daring to yank out the fabric released a fart that fluttered the hem of her dress and gave her a fresh aura of stink. Having grown somewhat used to the smell was a fear that showed on her pudgy face, her lips and two chins quivering as she began to question how much more she would change.
“Princess, are you in there?”
Hearing the voice of one of the Toads made Peach realize she had been extraordinarily late due to her overindulgent self-loathing. “Be there in a UUURRP minute,” she called out, hastily moving about the room.
Hiding her stash of garlicshrooms in her closet, Peach hurried to make herself presentable. All of her dresses being undersized from her added weight, her solution to her appearance was to adorn herself in as many pieces of jewelry as possible as a form of distraction. Encumbered by a collection of glittering bangles, several necklaces, and her trademark crown, she approached the door. Just as she was about to turn the handle, her attention was drawn to several sweat stains adorning her outfit she had gained from her short outburst of activity. The realization that she hadn’t washed herself since the day before was put to the wayside as she heard another series of knocks from outside. Furrowing her brow, she clenched her fingers around the knob and flung the door open.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you a thing about BWOOOOOORRRP privacy!” she shouted, making the Toad outside quiver in his boots.
“I-I’m sorry Princess, I didn’t mean to intrude,” he replied.
Seeing his frightened expression, Peach took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. “Forgive me, I’m not feeling myself today. You were saying?”
“We just finished taking in the shipment from Mario and Luigi. It’s a full on treasure hoard.”
A gleam shined in Peach’s eye. “Well why didn’t you say so in the first place?” she asked, shoving him to the side with a hip check. “Let’s go check out my-I mean, the palace’s treasure.”
Making her way down the corridors, Peach tried to keep her rising greed at bay to greet every Toad she met. While she had done her part to hide her garlic indulgences, she couldn’t obscure the changes that had been made to her body. It took a constant effort on her part to avoid bursting out of her clothing, the slightest wrong move further degrading her outfit with seams ripping apart. Ever courteous, the Toads never brought up her weight problem nor the pockets of foul air she left behind. However, they could not ignore the drastic mood shifts she went through whenever food or wealth was brought up.
Bouncing her gut into the doorway, Peach looked upon the treasure room similar to how someone would look at a gourmet buffet. Paying passing glances to the numerous coins and jewels, she set her sights on the massive treasure chest a group of Toads were dragging across the floor. Shooing them away with a wave of her hand, Peach knelt down and popped open the lid. Eyes glimmering with greed and adoration for the gold and treasures within, she let her hands slide through the collection to get a feel for her increased wealth.
“This is just a small portion of what the Mario brothers sent us,” a Toad spoke up. “The rest is being counted up for records.”
“Excellent work,” Peach said, not turning her gaze away from the latest addition to the treasure hoard.
“Yeah, it should be really useful for helping out the folks in the Kingdom. We can finally start building those roads and-“
The Toad’s rambling was silenced by Peach slamming the chest shut. Turning towards him, she showed off a menacing glare as she stomped towards him. “Why would I do that?”
“P-princess?” the Toad asked, he and the others gathered in the room standing in stunned silence.
“I think it’s about time that we spend this money on something other than just the residents of this Kingdom.”
“W-what would that be?”
Peach let a wide grin stretch across her face. “On me of course. With all of the hard work I’ve done for this Kingdom, I’ve more than earned my fair share of the profits.” Walking back to the treasure chest, she grasped the handle with her meaty fingers and started to drag it across the floor. “Bring the rest of the new treasure to my room. I want to count it myself.”
“But Princess, what about-“
The room was filled with a deafening roar as a boisterous fart lifted up Peach’s skirt to come blasting out. While the Toads scrambled to get away from the awful stench, something about it had the princess lifting up her head to take a deep inhale. Smiling at the rotten smell permeating her body, she wiped the back of her hand against her pink-toned nose and continued to drag the chest out into the hall.
Hauling the treasure through the castle forced tears throughout her already restrained clothing. Any passing Toads that managed to see her hair-riddled flesh peeking out from rips in her dress were quick to turn away from her as she unleashed burps and farts without any restraint. By the time she reached her room, her dress was little more than pink tatters that hung from her chubby form.
Closing the door behind her, she swung the chest towards her bed and popped it open. Keeping the treasure in her peripheral vision, she flung open her closet and started tossing aside her clothing with reckless abandon. Picking up an armful of her hidden garlicshrooms, she lugged them over to the bed and sat down in front of her treasure. No longer hindered by shame or modesty, she sunk her teeth into the mushrooms as she surveyed her treasure. What little part of her old self remained was pushed away on that day, replaced with a fascination with her own self-indulgence.
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Dark clouds and hard rain enshrouded Peach’s castle. The harsh weather kept the Toads from tending to the much neglected gardens and forced them inside the castle. A month of being expressly forbidden to clean the interior had shown its effects in the dust clinging to the paintings and various stains that littered the carpets. Every time the Toads brought up the sorry state of the castle and requested to clean it, they would be instantly put down and scorned for wasting the royal treasury on cleaning supplies. For lack of any other duties, their remaining tasks became focused on satisfying the needs of their corrupted ruler.
Her bedroom long abandoned, Peach had claimed the throne room as her main area of inhabitance. The wealth she bled from the treasury had taken form through a constant rotation of dishes to sate her never ending hunger. She was hard pressed to part with her precious wealth, never spending a single coin on the castle. Any money spent was done so to obtain new clothes and jewelry to adorn herself. However, she had set aside a portion of her treasure to be spent on golden statues of her new self, showing off the disgusting visage that had overshadowed her former beauty and grace.
Peach could be found seated upon a throne of pure gold with a purple cushioned seat as wide as a couch to accommodate her hefty backside. A pair of reinforced armrests took on the task of keeping her thick arms comfortable, her pudgy fingers tapping against them to test their ability to hold up the hair-ridden flesh. A forest of the curly black strands wound their way around her bulky legs, leading down to her fragrant pair of sweaty feet hoisted upon a chest. The collection of gold inside served to both keep her comfortable and admire the green-stoned rings affixed to each of her plump toes. Completely at ease, Peach laid against the head of her chair, letting her mop of frayed and unkempt dark brown hair get pressed against her sweaty back. A loud clink echoed through the room as her crown tapped against the back of the throne, the once modest headpiece overstuffed with glittering gems and five times its old size to mimic the drastic weight increase of its owner.
Feeling a rumbling sensation, Peach spread out her bulky legs to let her belly plop out between her thighs. The exposed mid-riff of her custom dress gave ample space for the gluttonous gut to sway about and show off every inch of its mass of flab and hair. Reaching out a hand clad in numerous shining rings, she massaged the hair lining her deep belly button to further her digestion. With a wicked smile, she let loose a gale force wind of flatulence that fluttered about her purple skirt and gave the throne room a new coat of her awful stench.
Letting out a cackle as she watched the Toads choke on her noxious fart, Peach helped herself to one of the exquisite dishes created from her beloved garlicshrooms. Lifting up a bowl of mushroom stew, she took a deep whiff that flared the nostrils of her bulbous, bright pink nose. Satisfied with the smell, she put the bowl to her plump lips and began to drink. Chunks of mushrooms passed by her throat with little trouble in an effort to satisfy her gut and keep up her perfectly awful appearance. Any stray drops found themselves cascading down her multiple chins to further desecrate her yellow dress top and various necklaces. With the bowl emptied out, Peach bided her time with sliding her fingers along the beach-ball sized sacks of meat that were her breasts to collect any misplaced pieces of food. Sucking her fingers clean, she made room for further indulgence with an echoing UUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP.
“P-princess?” a Toad piped up, making sure to stay just far enough away to avoid standing in her stink cloud.
Peach replied with a rude BRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPP from her rear. “I told you to call me Queen,” she answered, letting her rancid breath wash over her servant. “What do you want?”
“Y-yes *cough* queen. The package you’ve been waiting for has arrived.”
“Then what are you BWOOOORRRP waiting for?” Peach asked, slamming her fist into her armrest. “Bring it in and get it set up.”
“Right away,” the Toad said, breaking of into a sprint for fear of getting caught in another one of Peach’s gas expulsions.
While Peach relaxed in her chair and devoured a raw garlicshroom to tide over her appetite, she watched a large box get dragged before her. Reveling in the sight of the Toads hurrying to meet her demands made the final outcome all the more exciting for her. Everything set to a level of perfection once reserved for the castle and Peach’s cleanliness, a Toad handed her a remote for her to enjoy her newly bought television that outsized her massive form by mere inches.
“This is BWOOOORRRP great,” she belched as she flipped through the various channels. “Get me some garlicshroom popcorn while I find something to watch.”
Rather than bring up the sheer amount of food she had already eaten, the Toads lowered their heads and dispersed before they could incite her anger.
As Peach tapped her pudgy finger against the buttons to find something suitable to watch while she ate, she paused as she traveled past an eerily familiar sight. Hastily tapping against the buttons, she returned to the image of a rotund man dressed in a yellow shirt and purple overalls. As she recognized the similar shades of brown in his hair, black on his moustache, and pink on his nose, a moment of clarity sprung in her indulgence ridden brain.
“Hello people of the world! It’s a me, Wario!” he announced, showing off a wide grin. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be me? To have the brain of a financial genius with the powerful body to match? Well thanks to my latest invention, you no longer have to wonder.”
The camera pulled back to show Wario standing before a mountain of garlicshrooms atop a table. Peach smacked her lips, her eyes glued to the addictive object that had brought her to such a sorry state. Her trance was broken as Wario grabbed a mushroom from the bottom and let the pile collapse in on itself.
“All it takes is a steady diet of my delicious garlicshrooms to mold your body into the peak of perfection,” Wario continued, wary not to trip over the fallen mushrooms. “If you call now, you can receive a 1% discount on your first order and get it practically instantly using my patented express air balloon delivery system.” Stepping up close the camera, Wario held the stem up close to show off its conniving eyes. “So what are you waiting for? Order now and become the envy of your friends and enemies as you gain power, wealth, and the epitome of beauty.”
Peach’s fingers trembled against the remote. Leaning back in her seat, she spent a few moments licking her lips at the mere thought of replenishing her diminishing stockpile. Tapping her fingers against her armrest, she let out a loud fart to get the attention of every Toad in the castle. A smile spread across her face, content in the knowledge she would soon have a steady supply of her beloved mushrooms to ensure her reign as Queen of the Mushroom Kingdom would be spent indulging in everything that was owed to her.
