Patreon Prompt 302

Prompt: (Mai (Dragonball) Male Slob TF) https://www.deviantart.com/fokk3rs/art/Mai-To-Bacterian-921412580

   Though Emperor Pilaf and his goons had been foiled time and time again, the key to their victory had fallen into their grasp. The orange helmet that mimicked the head of a kitsune was a technological marvel that had recently been stolen from a weapons lab. Having gleamed the notes about the ability for the helmet to morph the user’s body to match that of a world class fighter, the gang drew straws to decide who would get to use it. Being claimed the lucky winner, Mai flipped back her long black hair, secured the helmet around her scalp, and pressed the start button.

   Things seemed to going well at first, with a surge of energy flowing out of the helmet. The added power came with an intense heat that got Mai to shed her overcoat and begin to undress. Even going down to just her undergarments, she was still plagued by an intense warmth. Feeling something itchy around her groin, she looked down to see what was wrong only to be met with a swelling potbelly that partially obscured the unkempt pubic hair peeking out from her panties.

   More hair began to appear on Mai’s arms and legs as the rest of her body began to fatten up. Becoming more barrel-like in both size and thickness, her belly gained patches of body hair that crept their way up to her chest. Her bra managed to hang onto her widening torso for a few moments, but its end came as her breasts swelled into a set of drooping man boobs littered with the same unruly strands. By sheer luck Mai’s panties somehow managed to stay wedged around her expanded waistline as she developed a pair of meaty butt cheeks. However, the underwear did little to hide the sizable bulge in her pants and the odor that permeated from it.

   While Pilaf and Shu were absolutely disgusted by Mai’s visage and odor, he couldn’t have looked happier. Opening up his mouth to show a wide grin with his crooked teeth, Mai freely stomped around the room to jiggle his flab in unison with his grungy, black beard. Trying to ignore the disgusting sight of Mai’s unwashed junk trying to slip out of his panties, his comrades looked back towards the lab notes for answers. Everything began to click once they realized that the original test subject for the helmet had been the infamous fighter, Bacterian.